First, let me tell you that I am not a very nice person but in my line of work that is a prerequisite. Upon reading these tales, many of you may despise me but on further inspection you might secretly wish that you could be in my position. You see I take advantage of my position as warden of the Kingston Penitentiary For Women , commonly referred to as P4W. I deal every day with what many refer to as 'the scum of the earth'. I'll leave it to you, the reader, to decide.
My name is Lance Armstrong. No, not the Tour de France cycling champ. I'm about as far from him as one could get. Whereas, he is a young, elite athlete, eschewing all that is good, I am a 54 year-old, balding, cigar-smoking miscreant. The funny thing is that although I really have no morals, I have always been in occupations that required some.
After receiving a degree in Psychology and Sociology at the University of Toronto , I had joined the Metro Police Unit where I even received three commendations for field work. Mostly I just hassled the pimps and their whores in Cabbagetown but I had lucked into a couple of big drug busts in Regent Park.
It was during this period that I realized that maybe I really wasn't cut out for police work as I quite often took advantage of the hookers' services for free. They would do anything to keep themselves and their pimps from doing time. Being young and randy, I allowed them their freedom in return for blow jobs in the back of my cruiser.
My commendations led to promotions and I even moved into OVCAU , the Ontario Violent Criminal Apprehension Unit, for a couple of years but I missed the regular services of 'my girls'. Then I lucked into the Federal Penitentiary system – no, not as an inmate, although I wasn't much better than any of them, but as a guard at a men's detention center in Midland, Ontario.
After moving from jail to jail across Canada, I found myself moving up the promotional ladder. I was one of the few men to successfully move from male to female detention centers. Since I had no family I accepted postings all over including two years in the frozen tundra of Inuvik, near the Arctic Circle. It was during my postings at the female jails that I started to abuse my power as a guard. It's amazing what some women will do just to get to use the phone. What man in his right mind would turn down a chance to fuck a young woman who offered herself in return for a five minute conversation with whoever.
Now I sit in the ultimate position of authority in the penitentiary system. I am the warden at the largest woman's only prison in Canada. No one questions my decisions and as long as the prisoners don't riot, the bureaucrats in Ottawa leave me alone. So there you have it. Read the following and you be the judge. How would you act in my situation?
One of the things that I like to do as warden is to patrol. I guess this is a carry-over from my days walking the beat in downtown Toronto or as a 'screw' all across Canada. My guards didn't like it because they often were guilty of abusing their power as I had been.
On one occasion, I waited until 'lights out' had been declared and then started to weave my way through the myriad of tunnels joining the exterior conjugal cabins to the main building. The groaning of a woman caught my attention and I crept forward in the direction that the sounds came from.
Peeking around the corner of one of the stairwells, I could see the long blonde hair of an inmate being held in place as one of my more experienced guards fucked her face. Her cries of protest were being muffled by the organ that was filling her mouth. I could tell that he was very close to cumming as he commanded her to 'eat my cum,you fucking slut'. I debated whether or not to intercede before he finished the act. My second of indecision gave him enough time to start his explosion into her throat.
Some of his cum was billowing back out of her mouth as he pumped ounce after ounce of white cum deep into her throat. My stepping around the corner into the dim light brought a cry of 'Holy shit' as he realized that he had been caught quite literally with his pants down. Trying to regain some semblance of decorum, he pushed the young girl away from him and struggled to get his now softening dick back into his pants.
"Take the young lady to my office, Mr.Garrett and wait for me," I commanded knowing that he had no choice.
Ten minutes later I entered my private office to find the girl had been handcuffed to the chair opposite my desk and the officer was pacing back and forth behind her. Taking him aside, I quietly told him that 'his ass was grass' unless we could come to some agreement. He was shaking in his boots and would have agreed to anything. It seems that his wife was pregnant and they had a rather large mortgage so he couldn't afford to lose his job. Since she wouldn't indulge him, he had turned to this inmate to 'get his rocks off'.
"In the future, when I want to do some 'private interviewing', you, Officer Garrett, will act as my gopher and as my personal assistant. As long as you can guarantee that you will be more discreet, I won't even stop you from taking care of your personal needs. Do you agree?"
He blubbered thank you several times and I thought he was even considering kissing my hand in gratitude when I ordered him to wait in the outer office. Once he had exited, I turned my attention to the inmate handcuffed to the chair and looked her over. At nineteen, she was younger than I had thought and it was obvious she still had the innocence of a teenager. Her breasts were fighting a losing battle with the buttons of her prison denim dress which rode halfway up her muscular thighs.
When she caught me ogling her legs she squeezed them together demurely and tried to pull the hem down with her free hand. Chuckling to myself, I asked her name and after her tearful response, called up her record on my desk-top computer.
"Well, Robin, it appears that you are new to us here at P4W and that you're going to be with us for several more years. Now why would such a beautiful young girl need to embezzle money from the bank she worked for? Surely , your looks could have helped you get what you wanted." Again my eyes took in her bounteous cleavage.
"I…I…didn't know! It was my boyfriend who did it. He was the bank loan officer and when the auditors found money missing, he blamed me. He had used my access codes and my records to steal the $50,000 but no one would believe me. How stupid could I be? The man fucking me was literally screwing me as well. But I'm innocent I tell you!" Again the tears came.
"That's what they all say in here my dear but why were you sucking my officer off?"
