I've been intrigued with men behind bars for as long as I can remember. As a child I enjoyed playing with the bad boys in school, even tying their hands behind their backs when given the chance, pretending to put them in jail. I loved pretending these boys were my prisoners, having them in my control, telling them what to do.
I still had this fetish, even though my body was changing as I entered High School. I developed at a young age, my tits beginning to blossom at the age of twelve. At fifteen I wore a C cup, when I wore a bra. I seemed to attract the bad boys in High School, you know the type. The guys who smoked cigarettes, drank beer on weekends and vandalized or stole cars.
Most people considered these boys to be assholes, not me. I loved hanging around these guys. Not because I liked getting into trouble, but because I liked to try to tame them. I could always turn a bad boy into a good boy.
As my body continued developing I began to realize that I could use this to my advantage. The bad boys always went for the good looking girls with the big tits, that was me. I was now five feet eight inches tall, one hundred twenty pounds, blonde hair, green eyes and stacked with 36DD's. They were real too. The guys loved how they bounced as I walked and I loved them looking.
My parents hated that I had developed so young and attracted these guys. I couldn't wait to graduate so I could be out on my own. I had plans to attend college to get a degree in law enforcement. I didn't want to be a cop, fuck no. I wanted to be a prison guard. Just the thought of being in a prison, locked in with all these bad boys made me wet. I knew how to make these bad boys behave, even obey me.
College was a breeze as I graduated and applied for employment at New York State Prison. I didn't want to be around the wannabees, I wanted to tame the real bad guys, be in complete control over them.
I got the job easily, I could tell the warden thought he'd get in my pants as I made sure to show a little cleavage at my interview, a little flirting never hurt either. I learned at a very young age to always use my best assets to get what I wanted. He never took his eyes off my tits during the entire interview.
My first day at work was interesting to say the least. I guess I wasn't your typical lady guard type, the other male guards were all over me. Each trying to get my attention as they offered tours of the facility, even a few offers to have dinner with them.
That wasn't what I was about, not interested at all in these guys. They were all the same, a bunch of overweight, power hungry assholes. I never saw a guard on that first day treat a prisoner with respect of any kind. They were all treated like shit, not my style. And the inmates hated the guards, they weren't going to hate me.
As the days passed, I got more comfortable with my surroundings and the other guards. I knew just how to handle them, flirt a little to get what I needed but never give up the goods to them.
On the other hand, I was an immediate hit with the inmates. I'll never forget my first walk down the hallways, between the cells filled with hungry men. I undid a few extra buttons just to make them squirm as I made my rounds, ignoring the cat calls. I didn't wear a bra that day either, I wanted them drooling over my bouncing tits. These guys were so horny they would have fucked the fat lady guards, but when they saw me all that changed.
I made it known with my first altercation with an inmate that I wasn't going to take any shit. This guy grabbed my ass as I walked past him, I turned and broke his arm with my billy club, never hesitating.
Word got around that I took no shit from anyone, yet I was very friendly to the inmates who respected me. I loved watching them squirm as I flirted, sometimes licking my lips as I passed cells, other times putting a little extra swagger in my walk or shaking my tits. I loved the reactions I'd get when I'd do a shift not wearing a bra. I knew I had them jerking off in their cells.
I really liked the hardcore guys, the guys in for life. The murderers, drug dealers, the big time criminals. I loved the way these guys checked me out, knowing they'd never have pussy again. They could only dream about getting fucked, then jerk off in their cells or fuck their buddy in the ass.
I'll never forget the first guy I caught jerking off one night. It was very late, most prisoners were fast asleep. As I walked by this guy's cell I noticed him sitting on his bed. His right hand moving up and down. I don't know why but I felt sorry for him.
I stopped, staring at him until he noticed me watching. I could tell he was embarrassed as he stopped immediately, trying to hide his big erection from my view. I looked around, making sure no other guards were in the area as I got closer. I stood right against the bars to his cell.
"Come here," I commanded in a very quiet voice.
He stood with his erection turning flaccid, his underwear around his ankles.
"I said come here."
He walked toward me, pulling his underwear up as he approached.
"Drop those fucking underwear," I commanded as he stood against the bars.
"If you say a fucking word to anyone, I'll make sure you're in solitary for a fucking year." I said to him, looking around again.
I unlocked his cell and locked myself inside, being careful that nobody had seen me.
"Don't say a fucking word, drop your underwear. Didn't your mother even tell you not to masturbate? I whispered. "Don't fucking answer me."
I dropped to my knees, grabbing his cock as it grew in my hand immediately. I looked up into the prisoner's eyes as he stared at me in shock.
"Be very quiet or I'll stop, not a fucking sound." I commanded.
I lifted his growing cock, sliding it into my mouth as I felt him grow. I was fondling his balls as his cock hardened. Damn, this guy had a great cock. I took all of him, sliding down the length of his shaft, running my tongue down the underside of his cock.
I knew this guy hadn't had a woman in at least ten years and his excitement was showing it. His fucking cock swelled as I felt him start to cum already. I withdrew to the head of his cock and started slamming him in and out of my mouth, licking and sucking him feverishly. I knew we didn't have much time before another guard would make rounds.
I looked up, seeing his head back as his hands held my head. I let him face fuck me, he was driving his cock into my mouth, me gagging but still trying to be quiet.
I felt his cock swell and twitch as his first load of cum hit the back of my throat. I could hear him grunting, trying to be quiet as he continued slamming his cock into my mouth. He was face fucking me hard and fast, I was just holding my ground, letting him hold my head as he drove his big cock in and out.
He came so much I though he would drown me. I never moved, letting him fuck my mouth as he pleased until his cumming stopped. He came so much, I could tell he had really needed this. He released my head as I stood, licking my lips.
"If you say a fucking word to anyone, I'll make this hell for you. I may just be back again if you're a good boy though." I said.
I unlocked the cell quietly, continuing my nightly rounds. Damn, that was fun. I loved having him do exactly as I told him too, loved his cum too.
I saw him the next day, giving him a little wink. He never did let on to what we'd done that night, he didn't dare to. He knew I'd be back.
I really started loving my job, this was the perfect job for me. I just had to be very careful not to get caught.
The very next night I was assigned to the level four unit, the real bad guys. As I made my rounds late that night a few guys were testing my authority.
"Hey bitch, let me see those tits," said one man
"Fuck that, come in her, let me fuck you," said another
I had to put a stop to this immediately or I'd lose complete control and respect from them. I hit the cell door with my club, surprising the first guy as he jumped from his bed
"Listen mother fuckers, I'm not taking any shit from anyone here. If you're good little boys maybe you'll get a treat. If you're not nice, I can be very ugly. Now how's it going to be boys?" I said.
"What kind of fucking treat?" asked the second guy.
"Be good, you'll see," I answered.
Not another disrespectful word came from them that evening. I guess they passed the word around with their fellow inmates that I'd flirted with them and to be nice to me. I later found out he was one of the leaders with the other prisoners, the number one man behind bars in the prison. All the inmates respected and obeyed his commands.
Things got very easy for me after that night, the prisoners doing anything to please me. I never had to tell an inmate to do something twice. The other guards couldn't understand my control over them and the respect they seemed to have for me.
I figured it was time to repay my friend, the lead inmate. I opened his cell late one night, waking him.
"Shhhh, don't say a word, nothing. Come with me," I whispered.
He stood as I took his hand, locking his cell behind us as we snuck down the hallway. We stopped in front of the maintenance closet.
"Open the door, get in," I whispered.
He did exactly what I told him to as he entered the closet, me shutting the door quietly behind us,
