Unauthorized Entry


Not long after I turned eighteen, I was out with some friends. We were driving past the local county jail which we had done many times before, but we’d had a few drinks and I was pretty loosened up and I told my friend Jenny to pull the car over. Recently, I had begun having fantasies about being arrested: cuffed, controlled, locked up.

“What’s up,” said Jenny as she did as I asked.

I opened the door and got out of the car and Jenny, Nicole, and Lisa followed. We walked up to the gate at the side of the facility.

“I’ve always been curious about this place,” I said.

“Curious about what,” asked Lisa. “It’s a jail.”

I’d never told them about my secret fantasy.

“You know,” I replied. “About what goes on in these places.”

“People are, like, locked up,” Nicole said.

“You’ve never fantasized about being in a place like this,” I asked, as if it was completely natural.

“Um, no,” said Nicole, giggling.

“I’m going to see if I can get a closer look,” I said as I started climbing the chain-link fence.

“Angie, are you nuts,” said Jenny, the only one of us who hadn’t been drinking as she grabbed me and pulled me back down before I could get anywhere.

“What,” I asked. “I just want to get a little closer and see if I can see any of the cells.”

I pulled myself back up onto the fence and climbed up and over. I was able to make it over the spiked wires on top of the fence with only a few minor scratches on my hands and legs due to my nimble and flexible body.

“Are you fucking crazy,” Lisa said as I started looking around and making my way closer to the building.

These places are no joke when it comes to security, even local county jails. I managed to just make it to the building before there were two officers literally tackling me, pulling my arms behind my back, handcuffing me, and screaming at me.

“What the fuck are you doing here,” the one who appeared to be in charge asked me.

They didn’t really seem interested in an answer though as they pulled me to my feet and forced me forward, walking me around to the front of the building where I was led inside. I was tossed into what, I assumed from tv shows, was an interrogation room. I was left handcuffed behind my back and sat down in a chair at a table. The officers who had caught me left the room and I was forced to sit with my hands cuffed behind me.

I knew this was no fantasy, no joke, but I couldn’t help but feel that twinge of arousal.

It was thirty minutes before someone came into the room. He sat down at the table across from me. Another man in uniform entered with him and closed the door and stood at the side of the room.

“Hello, Miss,” he said. “I’m the Chief Administrator, here, Mark Klein. What’s your name?”

“Angie Munro,” I replied quietly.

“And how old are you?”


“Well, Ms. Munro, would you explain exactly what you were doing climbing over the fence outside?”

I shrugged.

“I just wanted to, you know, check the place out,” I said.

“Check the place out,” he repeated as a question. “You realize this is a jail, correct?”

I nodded.

“What exactly were you trying to check out?”

I shrugged again.

“I was just curious. I’ve always been curious about these places.”

“Curious about canlı bahis şirketaleri jail?”

I knew explaining myself would just sound stupid and weird, so I continued to shrug.

“Ms. Munro, do you realize that what you did is a felony?”

I shook my head.


“It is. It’s called unauthorized entry of a correctional facility.”

“I mean, I guess I knew I shouldn’t do it, but I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“It’s a very big deal. You could actually end up in jail for it. For up to a year.”

My eyes went wide as I looked at him.

“So, maybe you should tell me exactly what it is you were doing entering the grounds.”

I had to decide if I wanted to embarrass myself by telling him the truth. I was silent for a few moments as he sat there staring at me.

“Alright,” he said, “we’ll just file the charges and let a judge make a determination.”

He stood up and began walking for the door.

“I’m just sort of turned on by the whole thing,” I blurted out.

He sat back down.

“Turned on?” he said.

“Like, I fantasize about begin frisked, cuffed, locked in a cell. Even those orange uniforms are a turn on for me. God, this is so embarrassing.”

The other officer in the room had a smirk on his face. And it looked like the front of his pants was even bulging.

“Wow,” said Mark. “That’s…that’s a new one. I haven’t…I mean, I know there are people where bondage and control is a fetish, but I’ve never heard of someone actually trying to break into a jail to satisfy it.”

If my hands hadn’t been cuffed behind me, I would have buried my face in them out of complete humiliation.

“You do realize that jail isn’t actually a porn video, right?”

“Yes,” I said in an embarrassed voice.

“Maybe the best thing to do would be to let you spend a couple of days here, see what it’s actually like.”

I didn’t answer. Mainly because, even given the circumstances, I was still aroused by the idea of spending a couple of nights locked in a cell.

“Vince,” said Mark, turning to the other officer, “why don’t you get Angie here situated, turn her over to a female officer, let Angie understand that jail is a very real and a very scary place.”

“Yes, sir,” said Vince as he walked over to me, took me by the arm, and walked me out of the room.

He led me down the hall and into a private room. Stacks of orange uniforms lined the shelves.

“Aren’t you supposed to take me to a female officer,” I asked him.

“Well, based on what you described in there, I thought maybe you’d be more comfortable with me.”

I gulped.

“So, like…you’d be the one frisking me and…getting me changed.”

He nodded.

I looked at him. He was young, muscular, and incredibly handsome. The thought of his hands all over me made me tingle. I wondered if him hearing my confession in the other room was making him comfortable enough to take advantage of me.


He didn’t give me a chance to say anything. He aggressively spun me around and pressed me up against the wall and I felt his hands on me, patting me down, feeling me up through my clothes. His hands were on my chest and I felt my nipples stiffen. His hands moved downward below my waist and one hand slid up each of my thighs and groping canlı kaçak iddaa me through my panties.

I felt him release the handcuffs from my wrists and turn me around to face him.

“I need you to strip, Angie. All of your clothes off, except for your panties.”

I nodded, wondering if my fantasy was actually about to be fulfilled. I unbuttoned my blouse and slid it off, dropping it do the floor. I slid my skirt away from my waist letting it fall down with my blouse. I stepped out of my shoes and then reached around and unhooked my bra and slid the straps off of my shoulders. I stood wearing only a pair of purple thong panties. There was a noticeable damp patch right in the front.

Vince went to the shelves and retrieved an orange shirt, matching pants, and a pair of grey canvas shoes for me. He handed them to me. I quietly put them on and then he stood behind me and pulled my arms behind my back and handcuffed me again. He led me out of the room and then through a secure door and down a corridor of cells. I looked around nervously. Several cells were occupied by other women.

“We have four wings, here,” Vince told me. “Men’s Lockup, Women’s Lockup, Men’s Inmates, Women’s Inmates. The lockup wings are for those who have not yet been convicted but are awaiting trial, charges, or bail. The Inmates wings are for those who have been convicted and sentenced. This is the Women’s Lockup wing.”

He ushered me into an empty cell, removed the cuffs from my wrists, and closed the door locking me in. I turned around and stepped to the bars.

“Is it what you thought it would be,” he asked, a sly grin in his face.

I gave a sheepish smile.

“Well, I guess I was hoping I would…”

I let my voice trail off figuring he knew what I was trying to say. I could see the bulge in his pants and figured he was hoping for the same thing.

“We’ll see about that,” he said, the same sly grin on his face. “Right now what Mr. Klein wants, and what you seemed to want, was to for you to get an idea of what jail is like. So, you’ll just have to wait in a cell for a little while.”

He turned and walked down the hall and I couldn’t keep myself from grinning. I went and laid down on the cot in the dimly lit cell and let my thoughts take over. I was living out my fantasy right now and chances were I was going to get fucked by that sexy guard later on as well.

It wasn’t long before I found myself touching myself through the thin fabric of the cotton pants. I closed my eyes and thought about where I was, letting words associated with the situation run through my head: handcuffs, jail, arrest, prisoner, inmate, naughty. Even the words were enough to make me feel tingly and I was already wet from everything that had happened so far.

I had expected that Vince would come back that night, but the night went on and I was left alone in my cell. I drifted off to sleep and the next day arrived. I was taken to the cafeteria for meal times throughout the day and no one seemed to know the circumstances of why I was here.

After dinner, I was back in my cell again and, despite the arousal and excitement, I completely understood why being in here long-term would not be a lot of fun. Boredom set in.

Finally, around eight-o’clock, Vince appeared at the cell door.

“Not canlı kaçak bahis exactly a picnic, is it,” he asked.

I grinned. Since I was still hoping to have him fuck me, I wanted to keep up appearances.

“It’s not so bad,” I replied.

He chuckled.

“Step to the bars, back to me, and place your hands behind your back,” he told me.

I did as I was told and I felt the handcuffs lock around my wrists. He then opened the cell door and led me out of the cell and back down the hall. He walked me into a private room out of the presence of the other prisoners.

“So, if I understood you correctly,” he said, “you wanted to get fucked like this, right?”

I gulped and nodded, my heart pounding.

He backed me up against a table, my hands pinned behind me by the cuffs, and he pulled my pants and my panties away from my waist. He knelt down in front of me and with his hands on my thighs, he pressed his lips to my cunt and I felt his togue slide inside of me. I threw my head back in pleasure as I felt him eating me and I closed my hips around his head. The excitement of my situation already had me well ready and I quickly had my first orgasm. He continued pleasuring me orally for ten minutes before he stood up and he turned me around so that I was bent over the table.

I heard him undo his pants and drop them to the floor. I felt has dick pressed against the crack of my ass. I breathed deeply, waiting for him.

His foot kicked my ankles apart, spreading my legs wider and almost immediately I felt him penetrate me, his dick sliding into my pussy which was already wet and ready for him. I let out a squeal of pleasure as I felt him throbbing inside of me, my wrists tightly held together by the handcuffs. As best I could, I returned his thrusts, pushing myself back against him.

Being handcuffed, I was essentially forced to let him do all of the work, with the exception of the small thrusts I was able to return. I stood, bent over the table, moaning in pleasure as I felt his hands move over every part of me. My body was still covered by the orange shirt but the material was thin enough that I could feel his hands through it. Then his fingers were on my clit, rubbing, and I could barely catch my breath. I felt myself climax intensely almost immediately and I screamed out in pleasure. I felt my cum squirt out of me, dripping down my thighs, landing on both the table and the floor.

He pulled out and turned me back over, sitting me up on the table. He lifted one of my legs up in the air and I was absolutely breathless as he continued to fuck me, his dick pulsating deep within my slit. I climaxed again and as I did I felt a steady flow of cum rush out of him and deep into my insides.

He pulled out and I tried to catch my breath, the experience of three powerful orgasms having exhausted me. I smiled up at Vince, a smile that was a mix of satisfied and hoping for more.

“That was fucking unbelievable,” I said as my breathing finally began returning to normal.

“I kind of feel like you shouldn’t have been rewarded for breaking in here,” he said with a smile.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

He grinned and leaned down and kissed my lips. I could still taste my juices on his lips.

“So, what happens now?” I said.

“Now, you spend a couple of more nights here and then we’ll let you go home with a stern warning.”

I giggled.

“Do you think when I leave I might be allowed to keep this uniform,” I asked.

“Only if I get to keep your panties,” he replied.

I grinned.


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