All characters mentioned in sexual references are 18 years of age or older.
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"The sexual perversion at this institution was frequent and ongoing," the judge said as she looked down at the soon-to-be convicted police officers. "With vulnerable victims and oversight either looking the other way or in some cases actually contributing to the abuse, the amount of sexual misconduct is horrifying."
She looked at her documents, noting the prosecution's recommendation, and prepared to hand down her lengthy sentences.
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Years earlier ...
Diane was just falling asleep in the top bunk when the cell door opened. Her stomach clenched.
'Was it Wednesday?'
she thought.
It had to be. Why else would Deputy Dean be closing the door behind him well after final walkthroughs? Dean was the big black deputy who'd been at the prison for a few years.
Diane held her thin blanket tight. She shut her eyes and tried to block out all sound as Dean disrobed down to his boxers and white beater and slid into the bottom bunk.
Aleecia recoiled immediately, flinching as Dean crawled in close. The black girl had big round tits, a huge jiggly booty, a big curly afro, and chubby cheeks. Unfortunately, she'd attracted Dean's attention during her first week and, in this environment, he didn't need to wait long to make his move.
Now his weekly visits seemed routine, and Aleecia's resistance had gradually faded over the recent weeks. She slid to the far side of the bed, but in the small jail cot, there was little space she could put between her big tits and Dean's big body.
Without a word, Dean wrapped his strong arm around Aleecia's wide waist and easily pulled her body into his.
"Mmmm... come 'ere girl," he whispered, into her ear. "You always smell so good."
"... uh..please.." she whimpered.
Dean could feel her pulling away, but it made no difference. He rolled Aleecia onto her stomach and climbed atop her big booty, pinning her down.
"..ugh..no... get off," she moaned and she felt Dean grinding his dick against her booty.
"Shush girl," he said gruffly, as he moved his forearm to her back, pinning her more into the thin, uncomfortable mattress. "You know you want this."
"..I don't," she squirmed even as she felt Dean clawing at her pants' waistline from the back. "..ugh..no."
Her voice had dropped to a whisper. She felt Dean lift up and she knew he was removing his drawers. He then used his knee to pry Aleecia's legs apart, slid his hand under her fat asscheeks and cupped her hairy pussy. Dean's dick grew hard and poked through his boxers.
Aleecia kicked her legs and tried to maneuver her hips away. Dean was familiar with her evasive tactics and he held her still while massaging her pussy lips with his fingers.
"Ahh," Aleecia whined, after a few seconds. It was the sound Dean was waiting for. He could feel the wetness permeate through Aleccia's pubic hair. Her reluctant squirming had evolved into squirms of pleasure.
Dean rubbed his hand along her pussy and against her slit, before sliding his middle finger into her hole.
"Ah! Ahhhh..." Aleecia groaned as Dean pushed his fingers in and out. Aleccia's thick, creamy pussy juices covered his finger. Dean stroked into her a few times, drawing a gasp from the inmate each time.
Then, satisfied with Aleecia's position, he pulled his finger from Aleecia's body and rubbed her wetness over his dick. Her booty cheeks were so big and round that Dean needed to nudge them out of the way as he fished for the inmate's pussy.
He easily found Aleecia's wet hole with his cockhead. She started squirming again, her whimpers louder in the quiet cell. But Dean just held her in place and pushed forward.
