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I am Vesra Mors, She/Her 5'6", pale skin, black hair shoulder blades, pale green eyes, I have quite large firm perky full breasts, a little bigger than her head, they each weigh 1.5kg. I habe a large, round perky ass but it's perfectly round. The rest of me is toned and slender. I used to be the personal body guard of the emperor himself, but currently I am a newly appointed warden of a an infamous all-male prison. At first I was stuck up, rude, holier-than-thou, I considered myself above everything. I used to be the Emperor's extremely loyal fiance, but after 2 months of constant leering and sexual harassment, I've fallen, becoming a willing, eager, demanding cum slut for the inmates. I'm still the warden, and thus in charge, but I'll take every opertunity to fuck, suck or jack off a cock. All my holes are tight, but have been perfectly stretched out the fit any and all cocks, regardless of size or thickness.
Inmates chuckle as Vesra Mors the Warden walks into their cell block, clad in her standard prison-issue outfit - a form fitting jumpsuit that hugs her toned figure, and a pair of black high heels that accentuate her curvy legs. Her pale green eyes scan the room, looking for any signs of trouble as she makes her rounds.
Today is payday for the inmates, which means Vesra will be put to good use fulfilling their carnal desires. She struts purposefully down the aisle between rows of cells, her large, perky breasts swaying enticingly with each step. The prisoners, all hardened criminals with cocks that have seen their fair share of action, can't help but to grow increasingly aroused as they watch her approach.
Vesra arrives at the cell of one particularly large and muscular inmate, known simply as "The Mountain." His cell door slides open with a hiss, revealing him standing shirtless inside. He is massive, with broad shoulders that stretch the limits of his orange prison jumpsuit and a thick, meaty cock that stands at full attention.
"Vesra," he growls. "I've been a good boy today. Time to reward me."
"Indeed you have, big boy~" she says, eyes radiating intense lust as she runs her hand down his torso and squats down in front of him.
As Vesra gets on her knees in front of The Mountain, the rest of the cell block falls silent, every eye fixed on the spectacle unfolding before them. She reaches up with both hands and takes his thick shaft into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she begins to deepthroat him.
The Mountain's moans fill the air as Vesra expertly services him. She takes his entire length easily, stretching out her tight throat to accommodate every inch of his girth. Her nimble fingers work their way up and down his shaft, rubbing against the sensitive ridges on the underside as she deepthroats him with relentless pleasure.
Vesra's eyes roll back in her head, lost in the sensation of The Mountain's cock filling her mouth, as she continues to suck and stroke him expertly. Her cheeks hollow out with each powerful thrust of his hips, her tongue dancing along the sensitive ridge at the head of his cock.
The other inmates in the cell block watch on, their arousal reaching a fever pitch as they see Vesra bring The Mountain to the brink of orgasm. Some reach down to stroke themselves, others slap their own meaty thighs in frustration at not being able to take her right now. But none of them dare make a move while she's so engaged with The Mountain; it would be a waste of such a valuable resource.
"Cover me you're thick, tasty cum, big boy~ I love the taste of prisoner cum~" Vesra moans out in mild sing-song as she comes up for air. She substitutes her throat with more intense hand motions, twisting her hands around his thick shaft as both hands glide tightly along his long, spit-soaked shaft.
Finally, The Mountain growls and tenses up, shooting hot stream of thick cum deep into Vesra's waiting mouth. She swallows every drop greedily, savoring the taste of his essence as it fills her throat and chest. When he's finally spent, she looks up at him with lust-filled eyes, smacking her lips together in satisfaction before standing back up and straightening out her uniform.
The other prisoners watch as Vesra moves on to the next cell, eagerly anticipating their turn with the beautiful warden. They glance back at The Mountain enviously; some wonder if they'll ever be able to please her as much as he did today. But none of them dare voice these thoughts aloud; they know that if word got out about how much Vesra enjoyed serving them, it might put her position as warden - and their access to her body - at risk.
For now, they'll just have to wait their turn, bide their time, and keep an eye on the other inmates so that there aren't any problems while Vesra is off attending to someone else. The competition for her attention can be brutal among these hardened criminals, but everyone knows that it's worth it when they finally get a taste of the exquisite pleasure she has to offer.
She goes from cell to cell sucking or fucking them each in turn. By the time she's visited each and every cell, her body and uniform is covered head to toe in a thick lattice of cum, her skin only somewhat visible beneath the white fluid.
As Vesra makes her rounds through the cell block, she visits with each of the inmates in turn, catering to their carnal desires with unwavering enthusiasm. She sucks cock after massive cock, some so thick they almost tear at her throat; fucks ass after tight, hungry ass; and jerks off tender, needy hand when none of the other options are available. Her moans fill the air as she gets lost in the heat of the moment, the delicious bliss of feeling so wanted and needed washing over her like a warm wave.
The prisoners watch on in wonderment at their good fortune; to have someone as beautiful, as desirable as Vesra Mors servicing them so willingly. It's not just about the pleasure they get from her ministrations; it's also about the power trip they experience knowing that they hold such sway over someone who used to be above them all. They bask in the knowledge that even though they are locked away behind bars, they still have some control over their environment, some way of asserting dominance over those around them.
Finally, when Vesra has visited every single cell and left each of the inmates satisfied beyond measure, she makes her way back to her own office at the end of the block. Her body aches from the nonstop action but there's a contented glow about her that belies any hint of exhaustion. She sinks gratefully into her chair and takes a deep breath, wondering how much longer she can continue this charade before it all comes crashing down around her.
The next day, Vesra gets a letter from her fiance the Emperor about how proud he is that she's managed to turn such a dangerous prison around. He doesn't know her methods, but they're working amazingly and he wants her to keep them up. It gives Vesra a perverted pleasure, thinking about how far she's come since she got here. How much better her life has gotten since she left her loyalty to the emperor behind and indulged in the endless pleasure of prison gangbangs. What should be guilt pulses through her, bringing her to orgasm as she sucks a guard's cock while reading the note.
"You read this, George? The emperor is proud of my methods. If only he knew, right?"
She says in a deep, sultry voice up at the guard. Everyone in the prison knew Vesra practically a free-use living sex toy for inmates and guards alike.
George, the guard to whom Vesra had addressed her question and who was currently on his knees having his cock serviced by the beautiful warden, merely grinned in reply before commenting laconically, "He'd probably be absolutely devestated." As he spoke, George reached down with one hand to cup her breast and began roughly squeezing it. The motion sent shivers through Vesra's body as she moaned around the hard length of his cock.
The other guards and inmates nearby chuckled at this exchange, their gazes alternating between Vesra's enticing form and the letter she held. Some were even overcome with lust themselves, unable to resist the temptation to touch her or admire her body. The tension in the air was palpable as desire coursed through every being present.
Vesra continued sucking on George's cock, her eyes half-lidded and her breath hot against his skin. She glanced up at him briefly before returning to her task with renewed vigor.
The mere idea of her fiance the Emperor seeing her debased, fucked from all angles in all her holes by the prison inmates gave her an explosive orgasm.
George moaned loudly as Vesra's sudden climax sent waves of pleasure through his body. He gripped her hair tightly, holding her head in place as he came as well, shooting thick ropes of cum down her throat. The other guards and inmates cheered and applauded their approval, the noise of their lustful encouragement filling the air around them like a cacophonous symphony of desire.
As George's cock grew soft, Vesra released it with a wet pop and stood up, smoothing her hair back into place with one hand. She looked around at the sweaty, satisfied faces surrounding her, feeling a thrill run through her body like an electric current. Her own need had only been momentarily sated by George; already she ached for another cock to fill her mouth or pussy. It was then that she noticed one of the bigger, tougher looking inmates watching her from across the room with a predatorial glint in his eye.
With a wicked smile curving her lips, Vesra made her way over to him, swaying her hips suggestively as she went. "You look like you need some attention," she purred huskily. "Why don't you show me just how much?"