The steam from the shower still clung to the air, beads of water tracing paths down the mirror as I walked into the bedroom. The towel, thin and worn from countless washes, did little to hide the way the water plastered itself to my skin, outlining the curve of my breasts, the swell of my hips. I stared at my reflection, a ripple of something like dissatisfaction settling in my stomach. I’m not sure why I even bother looking these days.
The uniform was laid out on the bed – that awful, shapeless khaki that manages to be both too hot and too cold at the same time. It’s supposed to be about authority, about blending in, but in that place, inside those walls, it felt more like a target. Did it really protect me, or did it just make me a symbol?
Working at the prison… it wasn’t what I envisioned. Not that I had any grand illusions to begin with. My body, though, that was always something people noticed. Even covered in this damn uniform, they’d see it. They’d look. Their eyes lingering on the way my breasts strained against the fabric, imagining what lay beneath. Those hungry looks, thick with longing, made it feel like my body could actually be a weapon. A dangerous advantage.
Some of the inmates, I knew, hadn’t seen or touched a woman in years. Years. A real pussy… the thought hung in the air, unbidden. All that caged up desire, those primal urges… it was palpable, a constant hum that vibrated through the concrete walls and into my very bones. And me? I was right in the middle of it all.
Moments later I turned up for work stepping through the gates. The clang of the metal gate closing behind me always sent a shiver down my spine. It was a finality, a severing. Outside was one world, with sunshine and choices, and inside… well, inside was a different beast altogether. Another day in this place. Did I ever get used to it? Not really.
The air inside always felt heavy, pregnant with unspoken things. The low rumble of voices, the shuffle of feet, the metallic echo of doors slamming – it was a symphony of confinement. I walked down the long corridor, the linoleum cold under my boots, the khaki itching against my skin. Each step was a reminder of the weight of my responsibility, of the power I held, and the vulnerability I felt.
I saw him then, leaning against the wall near the mess hall. Reyes. He was doing his time for armed robbery, and he always seemed to be watching me. Not in a threatening way, not overtly, but… there. A constant awareness in his dark eyes. He was a handsome guy, in a rough sort of way, with muscles that spoke of hard labor and a gaze that hinted at something deeper.
“Officer,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, just loud enough for me to hear over the din. He didn’t move, didn’t even really acknowledge me beyond that single word. But I knew he was talking to me. Always to me.
I kept walking, pretending I didn’t hear him. Regulations, you know? Can’t fraternize. Can’t show favouritism. Later on while doing some inspections in a few cells as I got to Ben’s cell who had been put into prison over 4 years ago for shoplifting and accidentally shot the store owner.
“Hey Ben, just an inspection ok,” I said closing the door behind me.
“Sure thing, Officer,” Ben mumbled, as he watched me and adjusted his crotch. He always got hard around me and couldnt blame him. He probably was dying for action. His cell was surprisingly neat, a stark contrast to some of the others I’d seen. A small, almost pathetic attempt at normalcy in a place devoid of it.
“Alright, let’s get this over with then,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. My eyes scanned the cell, taking in the folded blankets, the neatly stacked books, the almost sterile cleanliness of the place. A small picture, taped to the wall, caught my attention – a blurry snapshot of a woman and a little girl, smiling brightly. Probably his family. It always got to me, seeing those little reminders of the lives they left behind.
I started with the bed, flipping the mattress, checking for anything hidden underneath. “So, Ben, how’s everything been? Any problems?” Standard procedure, really. Just going through the motions.
He shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the cell. “Nah, Officer, everything’s fine. Just… you know. The same.” He gave a nervous chuckle, and I noticed his hands were shaking slightly over his crotch.
“You sure you are ok there,” I said staring at his crotch.
“Just peachy, Officer. Real peachy.” He avoided my gaze, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. I knew he was lying, but what was I supposed to do? Drag it out of him? He wasn’t causing any trouble.
I moved to the small metal cabinet, opening it and rifling through his meagre belongings. A few letters, a worn-out paperback, some toiletries. Nothing out of the ordinary. I ran my hands along the back of the cabinet, feeling for anything taped or hidden. Nada.
“You get any visitors lately, Ben?” I asked, more out of habit than genuine curiosity.
He shook his head. “Nah. Nobody comes anymore.” His voice was flat, devoid of emotion. Man that’s got to suck.
“You got some pent up tension have you,” I said getting closer to him.
“Trust me I got a lot of pent up tension,” he chuckled. “Not like you can help me with that, I wish like.”
I moved his hand and groped his hard cock in his pants, “Who can’t.”
His eyes widened, shock and something else, maybe a flicker of hope, registering on his face. He didn’t pull away, didn’t say anything. Just stood there, frozen, as my hand cupped him through the fabric of his prison-issued trousers.
I stipped to the waist down and bent over his bed, “hurry up Ben, I still got work to do.”
He didn’t need to be told twice he was like a kid at Christmas his trousers were down and he got up behind me. He eagerly slid his cock into my pussy.
“Thank you for this,” he said as he started to pump his dick in and out my pussy.
“Mmm,” I moaned, pushing back against him, my hands gripping the edge of the metal bed. “Don’t mention it, Ben. Just… focus on the job at hand.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. His movements became more fervent, less hesitant. Each thrust was a little deeper, a little harder. The rough fabric of his uniform chafed against my bare skin, a strange contrast to the heat building between us.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his breath hot on my neck. “You feel so good, Officer. So fucking good.”
“Faster,” I gasped, my head falling forward, my fingers digging into the thin blanket. “C’mon, Ben. Show me what you got.”
He didn’t disappoint. His pace quickened, the rhythmic thud of his body against mine echoing in the small cell. My own breath came in ragged pants, my body humming with a mixture of guilt and pure, unadulterated pleasure. Was this wrong? Absolutely. Was I going to stop? Not a fucking chance.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I moaned, my voice thick with desire. “Harder, Ben. Fucking harder. Take all those yours of frustration out on my cunt.”
His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling me back onto his cock with each powerful stroke. I could feel every inch of him, stretching me, filling me, claiming me in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying.
“Oh god,” I gasped, my knuckles turning white as I clung to the blanket. “You’re so deep. Fuck, Ben, you’re hitting me just right.” His response was a guttural groan, his hips slamming against my ass.
The cell door swung open, and in walked another officer, his eyes widening in surprise at the scene before him. Ben froze, his dick still buried deep inside me, his hands gripping my hips like he was afraid I might disappear.
“Well, well, well,” the officer said, a smirk spreading across his face. “What do we have here?” I glanced over my shoulder, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. It was Officer Davis, a man known for his strict adherence to the rules and his disdain for those who broke them.
“Officer Davis,” I stammered, trying to push myself up, but Ben’s grip on my hips kept me pinned in place. “This isn’t… I mean, we were just…”
“Just fucking?” Davis finished for me, his eyebrows raised. “In a prisoner’s cell? During an inspection? I should report this. Oh no Ben go on carry on fucking her ill let it slid. What’s in it for me.”
I was embarrassed and Ben started to pound me hard as I struggled to talk, “li-listen… ahh… you can… fuck me… after.”
Officer Davis’s smirk widened at my offer, his eyes roaming over my exposed body with a hunger that made my skin crawl. “After, huh?”
“Yeah, after,” I gasped, my voice barely audible over the sound of Ben’s hips slapping against my ass. “Just… just let us finish. Please.” I hated begging, hated giving this bastard any power over me, but I was trapped. Literally and figuratively. Davis’s grin turned predatory, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Alright, Officer. You’ve got a deal.” He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to grasp my chin, forcing me to look at him. He kissed me while I was being fucked in my cunt by Ben.
I continued to ride Ben’s cock, my pussy gripping him tightly as he slammed into me from behind. Officer Davis’s kiss was brutal, his teeth biting at my lip, his tongue invading my mouth. I could taste the coffee on his breath, the mint of his gum. It was disgusting, but I couldn’t pull away. Not with the threat of exposure hanging over my head.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Ben groaned, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. “So fucking tight and wet. Like a little slut, huh?” I moaned into Davis’s mouth, my hips bucking back against Ben’s thrusts. I felt used, dirty, but the pleasure coursing through my body was undeniable. It was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so good.
“Arrghh am cumin,” wow it was a huge explosion years of spunk about to enter me.
Officer Davis pulled back from the kiss, his hand still gripping my chin. “Looks like your little friend here is about to blow his load,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Better not waste a drop, Officer. Wouldn’t want to make a mess in the cell.”
Ben’s thrusts became erratic, his grip on my hips tightening to the point of pain. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, his breath coming in short gasps. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum so fucking hard.”I braced myself, my fingers digging into the blanket beneath me. I could feel Ben’s cock pulsing inside me, his balls tightening against my clit. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he came. His hot, thick spunk filled me, flooding my pussy and dripping down my thighs. It was an overwhelming sensation, his release triggering my own.
Ben’s cock slipped out of me, a flood of our combined fluids following suit. I lay there, panting, my mind reeling from the intensity of what had just happened.
Officer Davis cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Well, that was quite the performance,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement. “Now my turn.”
He got behind me and his dick entered me very easily.
Officer Davis’s thick cock slid into my well-used pussy with ease, the remnants of Ben’s cum acting as a lubricant. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my body still sensitive from my own orgasm. He didn’t give me time to adjust, immediately starting to thrust in and out with a brutal pace.
“Fuck, you’re a mess,” he grunted, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “All fucked out and dripping with another man’s cum. It’s pathetic, really.” His words stung, but the pleasure he was giving me made it hard to care.Each thrust hit me deep, stirring up the fluids inside me and making a wet, sloppy sound that echoed through the cell.
I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own movements. “Shut up and fuck me,” I snapped, my voice hoarse with exertion and desire. His hands dug into my ass cheeks as he pumped his dick in and out of me.
“Ahhh… H-happy birthday,”I moaned, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “I hope she gets you a nice present.”
Officer Davis chuckled darkly, his hips slamming against my ass with renewed vigor. “Oh, she will,” he said, his breath hot against my ear. “But I think I prefer this gift. Tight, wet, and full of another man’s cum. It’s the perfect present, don’t you think?”
“My wifes talking me out tonight for my birthday,” he causal spoke while pounding me harder and harder making me moan. It was hot that he was Married I didnt like him much but fuck.
Officer Davis’s thrusts became more erratic, his breathing ragged as he chased his own release. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave bruises.”I’m gonna fill you up, just like your little prisoner friend did.”
With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside me and came. His hot, thick spunk mixed with the remnants of Ben’s cum, creating a warm, sticky mess inside my pussy. I could feel it dripping out of me, running down my thighs as he continued to grind against me, milking every last drop.Finally, he pulled out, his softening dick slipping from my well-used hole with a wet plop. Icollapsed onto the bed, my body spent and aching, my mind reeling from the events of the past hour.
Officer Davis tucked himself back into his uniform, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Right missy back to work.”
I stumbled out of the cell, my legs shaking and my uniform stained with the evidence of what had just happened.I felt dirty, used, and ashamed. But beneath all that, there was a twisted sense of satisfaction. I had taken control, used my power to get what I wanted.What I needed.
As I walked down the corridor, I couldn’t help but glance at the other cells, wondering which one of these men would be next.