07-04-2026, 10:15 PM
A story by FrameByFrame
Monica and Lee grew up in Abernathy... a small town in the northern tip of the Texas panhandle. They got married young... pretty much right out of high college... and began a hand-to-mouth existence of pedestrian jobs and extremely limited small-town social activities, while living in a tiny starter home just outside of town. They had been married for nearly three years, when Lee got arrested and convicted for dealing drugs out of the auto body shop in Lubbock where he worked... then got sentenced to forty-eight months at the Texas State Penitentiary in Huntsville.
After he was sent away, Lee called Monica from jail about twice a week, and... with little else going on in Abernathy... she actually looked forward to his phone calls. She didn’t always make the best decisions for herself... especially when it came to Lee... she just always seemed to be easily persuaded to do whatever he wanted her to do. So... about six months after he was sent to prison... when Lee asked her to move closer to Huntsville so she could visit him during his incarceration... she did.
Without giving it much thought, Monica quit her job, packed up what little she had, and moved to a trailer park in Dobbin, Texas... about 45 minutes south of the Huntsville prison. In a few days, she was able to get a retail job at a local Walmart store, and then arranged to visit Lee during visiting hours on the first week day she wasn’t scheduled to work.
The last time Lee had called her, he’d told Monica how much he missed seeing her and being with her... and that six months was a long time to go without playing with her tits, or pounding his hard cock into her tight pussy. Monica had giggled as Lee went on and on about how much he missed fucking her... she loved that he was a boob-man, and that hers always got him worked up whenever he got his hands on them. With a quiet sigh, she had to admit that she was still a bit under his spell... even though he was kind of a shit... and she couldn’t deny that she liked that he was thinking about her while he was in prison.
They had talked sexy talk for a few more minutes, then... with a lecherous grin in his voice... Lee asked her to wear a sexy outfit when she came to visit him... something low-cut, and form-fitting... and no bra... preferably a short skirt, too.
Always anxious to please him, Monica had agreed.
On the visitation date, she dressed in a light-weight, floral-print, mini-sundress that hugged her torso... with a plunging neckline and skinny spaghetti straps that did nothing to restrain her large, 36DD breasts... along with a flowing skirt that came to about the middle of her thighs, and dbangd loosely around her legs. She didn’t wear a bra... just as Lee had requested... which left her heavy boobs jiggling enticingly beneath her dress, and her thick nipples pressing obvious bumps into the thin, cotton fabric.
She finished off her outfit with 3” heels that she knew showed off her shapely legs... then pulled her long hair back into a tight ponytail... grabbed her purse, and jumped into her car for the 45 minute drive to Huntsville.
Monica had never been inside a prison before, and she immediately felt uncomfortable as she stood in line with some of the other visitors... noticing that almost all of them were women. Together they moved through the various entry gates... like cattle... then entered the main foyer, where several male intake guards were checking visitors before letting them into the inmate visitation room.
She saw that several of the visitors... clearly most of the women... were being taken into small rooms off to the side of the entrance hall to be searched before being allowed to visit the prisoners they’d come to see.
When it was her turn, an intake guard took her purse and put it in a small locker off to their left, then took her by the elbow, and steered her to one of the side rooms to be searched. It was a fairly small, windowless room... with nothing but a single chair near the middle of the floor.
Once the door was closed, the guard stared at her barely covered breasts... smiled wickedly... and said, “Now this is why I love my job... go ahead and stand over there, and put your hands on top of your head... interlacing your fingers.”
Monica stood on the spot in front of the chair where he had pointed, and did what she was told, while the guard stepped up close behind her. He reached around and began squeezing and fondling her tits through her thin dress, as he whispered in her ear, “We have to be sure you don’t have any contraband, now don’t we...”
Monica tried to turn away, and said, “Hey... w-what the fuck... you can’t do that.”
The guard grabbed her by the ponytail, and pulled her head back... hard... as he re-positioned her in front of him... and, again, reached around from behind with one hand and roughly grabbed a handful of soft boob flesh.
He growled, “In here, I’m in charge... if you’re smart, you’ll stand there and do what I tell you... and, if you’re a good girl, I’ll allow you into the visiting room to see your inmate.”
He released her ponytail, and added, “Now, put your hands on top of your head, and interlace your fingers.”
With a muted whimper, Monica did what she was told, as the guard moved closer to her... so close that she could feel the lump in the front of his pants against her butt.
Still reaching around from behind, he used both hands to grope her tits... then slipped his hands inside the front of her dress... pulling the stretchy material off to the side and exposing her breasts. As her boobs sprung free, he grabbed both of them... squeezing and massaging... then finding her thick nipples, and pulling on them... hard... making her let out a surprised yelp... as he rubbed the growing bulge in his pants against her ass cheeks through her dress.
The guard looked over her shoulder at his fingers pulling and tweaking her stiffening nipples, mumbling, “Damn, these are nice... look how long and thick they are... fuck me, I could play with them all day...”
Monica didn’t say anything, but continued to whimper softly, as he kept pinching and teasing her taut nipples... a bit surprised that they were actually responding to his rough hands playing with them.
After caressing and pulling on her heavy boobs and firm nipples for a while, the guard reluctantly released her tits, and told her to bend over and put her hands on her knees.
When Monica had done this, the guard flipped the hem of her short skirt up onto her lower back, and pulled her g-string panties down to her knees. Monica whined a bit, but continued to do as she was told.
Then the guard sat in the chair behind her and spread Monica’s ass cheeks... admiring the pink gash between her pussy lips, and the dark, puckered ring of her asshole.
“Holy shit, you have a gorgeous pussy, girl... and that asshole is tight!”
Then, without preamble, he shoved two fingers past her labia, and deep into her vagina, mumbling, “For fuck sake... you’re wet... goddamn, girl... I didn’t expect that.”
Monica didn’t understand why she was wet, but she could tell that he was right about that.
After sliding his fingers in and out of her moist pussy for a while, the guard removed them... then immediately shoved one of his fingers into her butt hole... causing Monica to let out another yelp. She closed her eyes and held her breath, as he plunged his finger in and out several times... ostensibly ‘searching for hidden contraband’.
The guard chuckled softly... he was enjoying himself. Monica was one of the more attractive women he’d had to search on visiting days at the prison... and she had one of the nicest bodies... and easily the best pair of boobs... he’d seen in a long time.
But... there were more visitors to check out, so he reluctantly pulled his finger out of her asshole... slapped her on the ass... and said, “Okay... pull your panties up and put your tits away.” Then he smirked, and added, “... and be quick about it... there are a bunch of ladies in line out there, just waiting for me to search them.”
As Monica pulled up her panties... doing the best she could to cover her pussy lips with the tiny flap of cloth that was her g-string... the guard stood up from his chair and moved around in front of her... fondling her breasts as they swayed back in forth between them, while she tried to tuck them back inside the front of her low-cut dress.
When she had put herself back together, the guard opened the door, and led her to the door of the main prisoner visitation room... opened it, and nudge her through.
To be continued
Monica and Lee grew up in Abernathy... a small town in the northern tip of the Texas panhandle. They got married young... pretty much right out of high college... and began a hand-to-mouth existence of pedestrian jobs and extremely limited small-town social activities, while living in a tiny starter home just outside of town. They had been married for nearly three years, when Lee got arrested and convicted for dealing drugs out of the auto body shop in Lubbock where he worked... then got sentenced to forty-eight months at the Texas State Penitentiary in Huntsville.
After he was sent away, Lee called Monica from jail about twice a week, and... with little else going on in Abernathy... she actually looked forward to his phone calls. She didn’t always make the best decisions for herself... especially when it came to Lee... she just always seemed to be easily persuaded to do whatever he wanted her to do. So... about six months after he was sent to prison... when Lee asked her to move closer to Huntsville so she could visit him during his incarceration... she did.
Without giving it much thought, Monica quit her job, packed up what little she had, and moved to a trailer park in Dobbin, Texas... about 45 minutes south of the Huntsville prison. In a few days, she was able to get a retail job at a local Walmart store, and then arranged to visit Lee during visiting hours on the first week day she wasn’t scheduled to work.
The last time Lee had called her, he’d told Monica how much he missed seeing her and being with her... and that six months was a long time to go without playing with her tits, or pounding his hard cock into her tight pussy. Monica had giggled as Lee went on and on about how much he missed fucking her... she loved that he was a boob-man, and that hers always got him worked up whenever he got his hands on them. With a quiet sigh, she had to admit that she was still a bit under his spell... even though he was kind of a shit... and she couldn’t deny that she liked that he was thinking about her while he was in prison.
They had talked sexy talk for a few more minutes, then... with a lecherous grin in his voice... Lee asked her to wear a sexy outfit when she came to visit him... something low-cut, and form-fitting... and no bra... preferably a short skirt, too.
Always anxious to please him, Monica had agreed.
On the visitation date, she dressed in a light-weight, floral-print, mini-sundress that hugged her torso... with a plunging neckline and skinny spaghetti straps that did nothing to restrain her large, 36DD breasts... along with a flowing skirt that came to about the middle of her thighs, and dbangd loosely around her legs. She didn’t wear a bra... just as Lee had requested... which left her heavy boobs jiggling enticingly beneath her dress, and her thick nipples pressing obvious bumps into the thin, cotton fabric.
She finished off her outfit with 3” heels that she knew showed off her shapely legs... then pulled her long hair back into a tight ponytail... grabbed her purse, and jumped into her car for the 45 minute drive to Huntsville.
Monica had never been inside a prison before, and she immediately felt uncomfortable as she stood in line with some of the other visitors... noticing that almost all of them were women. Together they moved through the various entry gates... like cattle... then entered the main foyer, where several male intake guards were checking visitors before letting them into the inmate visitation room.
She saw that several of the visitors... clearly most of the women... were being taken into small rooms off to the side of the entrance hall to be searched before being allowed to visit the prisoners they’d come to see.
When it was her turn, an intake guard took her purse and put it in a small locker off to their left, then took her by the elbow, and steered her to one of the side rooms to be searched. It was a fairly small, windowless room... with nothing but a single chair near the middle of the floor.
Once the door was closed, the guard stared at her barely covered breasts... smiled wickedly... and said, “Now this is why I love my job... go ahead and stand over there, and put your hands on top of your head... interlacing your fingers.”
Monica stood on the spot in front of the chair where he had pointed, and did what she was told, while the guard stepped up close behind her. He reached around and began squeezing and fondling her tits through her thin dress, as he whispered in her ear, “We have to be sure you don’t have any contraband, now don’t we...”
Monica tried to turn away, and said, “Hey... w-what the fuck... you can’t do that.”
The guard grabbed her by the ponytail, and pulled her head back... hard... as he re-positioned her in front of him... and, again, reached around from behind with one hand and roughly grabbed a handful of soft boob flesh.
He growled, “In here, I’m in charge... if you’re smart, you’ll stand there and do what I tell you... and, if you’re a good girl, I’ll allow you into the visiting room to see your inmate.”
He released her ponytail, and added, “Now, put your hands on top of your head, and interlace your fingers.”
With a muted whimper, Monica did what she was told, as the guard moved closer to her... so close that she could feel the lump in the front of his pants against her butt.
Still reaching around from behind, he used both hands to grope her tits... then slipped his hands inside the front of her dress... pulling the stretchy material off to the side and exposing her breasts. As her boobs sprung free, he grabbed both of them... squeezing and massaging... then finding her thick nipples, and pulling on them... hard... making her let out a surprised yelp... as he rubbed the growing bulge in his pants against her ass cheeks through her dress.
The guard looked over her shoulder at his fingers pulling and tweaking her stiffening nipples, mumbling, “Damn, these are nice... look how long and thick they are... fuck me, I could play with them all day...”
Monica didn’t say anything, but continued to whimper softly, as he kept pinching and teasing her taut nipples... a bit surprised that they were actually responding to his rough hands playing with them.
After caressing and pulling on her heavy boobs and firm nipples for a while, the guard reluctantly released her tits, and told her to bend over and put her hands on her knees.
When Monica had done this, the guard flipped the hem of her short skirt up onto her lower back, and pulled her g-string panties down to her knees. Monica whined a bit, but continued to do as she was told.
Then the guard sat in the chair behind her and spread Monica’s ass cheeks... admiring the pink gash between her pussy lips, and the dark, puckered ring of her asshole.
“Holy shit, you have a gorgeous pussy, girl... and that asshole is tight!”
Then, without preamble, he shoved two fingers past her labia, and deep into her vagina, mumbling, “For fuck sake... you’re wet... goddamn, girl... I didn’t expect that.”
Monica didn’t understand why she was wet, but she could tell that he was right about that.
After sliding his fingers in and out of her moist pussy for a while, the guard removed them... then immediately shoved one of his fingers into her butt hole... causing Monica to let out another yelp. She closed her eyes and held her breath, as he plunged his finger in and out several times... ostensibly ‘searching for hidden contraband’.
The guard chuckled softly... he was enjoying himself. Monica was one of the more attractive women he’d had to search on visiting days at the prison... and she had one of the nicest bodies... and easily the best pair of boobs... he’d seen in a long time.
But... there were more visitors to check out, so he reluctantly pulled his finger out of her asshole... slapped her on the ass... and said, “Okay... pull your panties up and put your tits away.” Then he smirked, and added, “... and be quick about it... there are a bunch of ladies in line out there, just waiting for me to search them.”
As Monica pulled up her panties... doing the best she could to cover her pussy lips with the tiny flap of cloth that was her g-string... the guard stood up from his chair and moved around in front of her... fondling her breasts as they swayed back in forth between them, while she tried to tuck them back inside the front of her low-cut dress.
When she had put herself back together, the guard opened the door, and led her to the door of the main prisoner visitation room... opened it, and nudge her through.
To be continued
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