Best Lesbian Bondage Erotica by Tristan Taormino

Author:Tristan Taormino
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2010-08-16T04:00:00+00:00

“You know, I thought I’d take Phoebe home myself for the last…” I pulled out my pocket watch, “…ten hours before she has to report.” Phoebe was straightening her legs and working the kinks out of her shoulders. “But it looks like she still owes you for that shirt.”

“Go out and get that bag of clothes, will you? And you can dump the basin and swab down that cot.” The Sergeant handed out her orders and turned back to me. “What are you saying? You want to turn the prisoner over to my custody, Officer?”

“Let’s ask Phoebe.” I called to her, “Hey, Phoebe! You and the Sergeant have some unfinished business. You want to choose your poison for the rest of the night, or do you want us to flip for you?”

Phoebe’s sleepy eyes opened wide. “Flip for me?” She hooted. “You, maybe, Sam. But the Sergeant?” She howled.

The Sergeant grinned.

“All right, all right,” I said, smiling. “Some other time, maybe.” I waved at Caine and Walters, now busying themselves with laying out a fresh set of jeans and T-shirt for our guest of honor. “I’ll just send those guys…”

Phoebe ignored the clothes and made her careful way to me. “Thanks for a great time.” She put her arms around my neck and kissed me, deep and lingering. Her beautiful breasts pressed into my shirtfront as she molded herself to me and set my heart to racing all over again.

“Do you want to catch some z’s? Or keep going?”

She threw a mischievous look toward the Sergeant. “Sorry about the shirt, Em.”

I caught sight of Walters and Caine from the corner of one eye. “What in hell is going on here?” Walters had strapped her rod back on; Caine seemed to be helping her adjust the fit. Her mouth was millimeters away from touchdown. “Clean that thing up and put a rubber on it, for god’s sake.” I excused myself from Phoebe’s embrace. “Have you maggots forgotten your drill?” They bounced to their feet. I eyed the half-masted stiffie poking out of Walters’s fly and shook my head sadly.

“These jokers are in need of training, Sergeant. Would you be so kind as to take charge of the prisoner for the rest of the night?”

“With pleasure, Officer.” She turned to Phoebe, who was now dressed and seating herself gingerly, sneakers in hand. “Shall we, darlin’?”

Phoebe lifted an eyebrow and gave Em a look that would’ve turned my knees to water. I sighed. I saw them out and bolted the door behind them, with one last kiss for Phoebe and a wink for my lucky friend. Back at the pen, Caine and Walters were disassembling each other’s uniforms, too busy to notice my return.

I cleared my throat. They threw me startled, guilty looks. Caine giggled. Walters hurried to button her shirt, getting them wrong.

“Jesus Christ.” I rubbed my weary eyes. “Didn’t one of you baboons even think of cleaning that up?” I pointed at the puddle Phoebe had left on the linoleum. They looked at each other with identical expressions of horror.

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