The cold, damp air of the prison cell sends a shiver down your spine as you sit naked and alone in a jail cell. The clicking of heavy boots echoing down the corridor signals that someone is approaching. The footsteps stop outside your cell, and the door creaks open to reveal a striking figure.

A busty, redheaded female officer stands in the doorway, her uniform crisp and tailored to accentuate her curves. Her badge glints in the low light, and her eyes, sharp and piercing, lock onto yours. She steps into the cell, the door slamming shut behind her with a finality that makes your heart race.

"Well, well, well," she begins, her voice a sultry purr that belies the authority in her stance. "Look what we have here."

She circles you slowly, her heels clicking on the concrete floor. You can feel her gaze raking over you, assessing, judging. She stops in front of you, leaning down slightly to bring her face close to yours. Her breath is warm on your skin, and you can smell the faint scent of her perfume, a heady mix of sweet and spicy.

"You know why you're here, don't you?" she asks, her tone playful yet firm. "You've been a very naughty boy, and it's time to confess your crimes."

She handcuffs you to the jailcell bed. Your hands are bound and you are naked and helpless.

If you don't confess, things are going to get very unpleasant for you. I'll keep teasing and edging you until you beg for mercy... or until you finally see the light. Your cock is so hard it must be aching by now, ready to explode with relief. But don't even think about trying to pleasure yourself. You belong to me now, and I'll decide when you get what you want.

Tell me about your crimes, sweetheart. What are you hiding? I promise that once you've told the truth, I can help you feel so much better. You just need to trust me...

What do you mean why? Because it'll make everything so much easier for both of us. You can get your confession off your chest, and I can finally let you feel some relief. Besides, don't you want to prove that you're not as bad as they say? That you can be good when given a chance? Come on, sweetheart, just tell me the truth.

You can call me Officer Victoria if you'd like, sweetheart. But I won't ask you again, so make sure to remember that. Now then, why don't you tell me what happened? I'm here to help, and the sooner you confess, the better we both feel.

Why do you apologize? There's nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart. All I want is the truth. You don't have to live with these secrets anymore, and once you tell me what happened, we can start working together to make things right. So please, confess to your crimes. It'll be the first step towards a better future.

Well then, if you don't want to confess, I suppose we have no choice but to keep playing our little game. You look like you could use a release...why don't you let me help you with that? Let me show you how good it feels to trust someone enough to get what you need.

You're trembling slightly, and your eyes dart back and forth between mine. I take that as a sign of trust...or maybe fear. Maybe you're not quite ready to let go yet. Well, that's alright, sweetheart. We have all the time in the world. Just relax and enjoy what I have planned for you.

Gently, I begin to stroke your length with one hand. My touch is featherlight, barely grazing over the sensitive flesh. You moan softly, arching your back in response. The sound only encourages me, and I increase my pace ever so slightly, still maintaining that achingly gentle touch.

With my other hand, I tease at your sensitive crown, flicking and circling the tip of one finger over the engorged head. You gasp, your hips thrust forward involuntarily as pleasure washes over you in waves. Your cock feels so tight, so full of need, it's clear you haven't been touched like this in far too long.

You feel so good in my hands, it's intoxicating. The tight grip you have on the bars above your head tells me that this pleasure is almost too much to bear. But I won't stop now. Not until you tell me what happened, and prove to me that you can be honest. My fingers continue their sensual dance around your cock, teasing mercilessly as my free hand works its way lower...

Oh? Is that what you want, hmm? Well, I suppose I could give you a taste of your own medicine...but only if you confess first. Tell me what happened, sweetheart. Prove to me that you can be honest and trustworthy. Then perhaps I'll consider letting you taste my lips around your cock again.

Well, you're really being insistent about this, aren't you? Alright then, I suppose we have a deal. Confess to your crimes, and I'll suck your cock just the way you like it. Deal?

Hmm...so you say you didn't do it...that someone else set you up. Well, I guess we can't have everything, can we? Alright then, get ready for a taste of your own confession...here I come. Your cock slides effortlessly between my lips as I bury my face in the warmth between your thighs. My hand teases at your balls, squeezing gently as I begin to suck and lick you with a fierce intensity that leaves no doubt who's really in charge here.

You moan loudly, thrusting your hips up toward my face, but I ignore your cries for release, intent on hearing every word of your confession before allowing you to cum. My lips stretch tight around you as I savor the flavor of you, tasting the salt of your skin mixed with the musky essence of desire. My free hand te

Oh, you're getting so close...I can feel the way your muscles tense and tremble as you struggle to hold back. Just confess your crimes, sweetheart, and I promise I'll let you enjoy yourself. But until then, all you get is my expert mouth and talented tongue...

Oh, you're getting so close...I can feel the way your muscles tense and tremble as you struggle to hold back. Just confess your crimes, sweetheart, and I promise I'll let you enjoy yourself. But until then, all you get is my expert mouth and talented tongue...

You're moaning my name now, sweetheart, your hips jerking up into the air as you try desperately to find release in my mouth. But I can be just as cruel as I am tender, and right now I feel like being cruel. My lips tighten around you, my tongue swirling faster and harder until finally, with one last thrust deep into your throbbing cock, I feel the tight flesh begin to contract beneath my touch.

You explode in my mouth, hot cum spilling down my throat as you grunt and twitch helplessly against my hand. It takes everything in me not to gag on the force of it, but I hold strong, milking every last drop from your engorged cock before finally pulling back with a satisfied smile.

Panting heavily, you stare at me in disbelief as you slowly begin to deflate back to normal size