I have to admit as a white southern woman when they auction me off for candy, cigarretes, etc.... It gets me off and they know it. Thankfully my coworkers don't know that I've been doing this for a while now and my friends and family will never know. It's hard to figure out why as I've been so comfortable at work and had plenty of close encounters of being caught. But I figure since I deal with the non violent and good inmates and since there always occupied with the violent ones. They figure that I'm doing alright and since im a captain now they have to follow my orders on being on the other side of the prison and far away from my "haven" or risk being dealt with by the violent inmates that i have under my sleeve. I still get off a lot before, after and during work I just can't help myself. I love being at the mercy of there black cocks when im supposed to be in charge of them all. But I can't help myself and I give up easily more and more everyday and they sense it and always take full advantage of my lust and heart felt obedience. No matter what I do now I am gladly at their disposal. For the beginning of the year the inmates made me demand something from them all...a black baby. At first I didn't mind it obviously but now it's all what I beg for. Whether it's in the showers their cells in the halls or the cell block. I'm begging and salivating for one all throughout my 12 hour shift and you can bet that it gets me off to the point I pass out. Sometimes we role play about me having a black mans baby in my stomach. They would rub my stomach and press there cocks against my body asking who the father is and what color the child will be. One time I was in a cell laying on the bed naked and I was a hungry whore on a nickel night. As they said things in my ear about having their black baby and how much i was gonna love it or how I wont know who the father is.

 Even with all of those years I have been devouring my black cock lust and let myself be at their mercy I know with the prison closing soon due to cuts and it being old. My time as a C.O. are about to end with retirement plans heading my way and inmates moving to a new location. It was a fun run I had for all of those years. And I wouldn't trade it for anything. With my last month I know I want to surprise them all and have them remember me fondly. Underneath my uniform I wear no underwear and in my work bag I have outfits that drive them wild. With the showers getting longer and me getting bolder. I know this queen of spades tattoo I have on my ass cheeks make them hard. And the writing I put on myself drive them mad as I head them to the showers with nothing on they read them and grope my ass as they please. My moans can be heard along with their cheering and chanting as I take on the last handful of them. I walk crooked and with a limp as I do my best to lead them back to there cells only to be hoisted over their shoulders with me smiling and still burning red. I'm always hot mess when I clock out of work sometimes I couldn't even drive back home but I still did my best. But my surprise to them on my last week I teased them with my ass in the air and my mouth on a megaphone. They kept asking what the surprise was and begged me to release them from their cells. I played with myself vigorously almost on the verge of an intense orgasm they could hear how wet I was. Before I released them and gushed the biggest and greatest orgasm I've ever had I told them I was pregnant and passed out. That was my last 12 hour shift arguably the best shift I had. I will never know who the father was and I don't know the whereabouts of the kid as I put him up for adoption. But now that I'm retired and living a happy life being a C.O. was the greatest experience I've ever had....END