Prison Guard Emmerdale


Prison Guard Emmerdale was a real man of order and authority. He’d been on his post for the past 12 years, watching over the inmates and never letting his guard down. He could almost taste the power and authority he held over those sent to him, and he was never shy about making his presence known.

Deep down in his soul, however, there was something else that Emmerdale was hiding from the public eye. A secret he had been harboring for many years, ever since he was young. It was a longing for something wild and untamed, something no amount of order could ever satisfy.

It all began on one fateful night when he was walking the prison hallways. As he walked, he heard whispers coming from the cells. He quietly leaned in and listened intently, finally recognizing the voice. It was the voice of a prostitute, one of the inmates he had been tasked with watching over.

“Come closer,” the woman said, her voice a seductive whisper as she beckoned him in.

Emmerdale swallowed hard and stepped closer to the cell. He could feel his heart racing as he looked into the woman’s eyes and saw the longing and desire there. It was like a siren’s call and he knew he was powerless to resist it.

Slowly, he stepped inside the cell and locked the door behind him. The woman, who he knew only as ‘Annabelle’, stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her body against his and kissed him passionately, her lips soft and inviting.

Emmerdale felt himself melt into her embrace and for the first time in a long time, he felt truly alive. Annabelle ran her hands through his hair and down his body, her fingers leaving a burning trail of desire. She unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his muscular chest beneath, and he felt a warmth build in the pit of his stomach.

Annabelle pulled Emmerdale closer, pushing him onto the bed. She ran her hands over his body, exploring every inch of him as she kissed and licked her way down his body. She removed his belt and took him in her mouth, her soft lips working their magic. He felt himself grow hard and a pleasure like he had never felt before surged through his body.

Annabelle straddled him, pushing her wet heat against him as she rode him. Emmerdale felt like he was in heaven, her body moving with a grace and skill he had never experienced before. He grabbed her hips and plunged deep into her as she gasped with pleasure.

With every thrust, Emmerdale felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He could feel the heat radiating between them as they moved together and he felt like he was in a trance.

Finally, the pleasure was too much and Emmerdale let out a deep shudder as he released himself… His body quivered with pleasure and he felt Annabelle collapse against him, both of them spent and satisfied.

Emmerdale looked into Annabelle’s eyes and saw a warmth and love there he had never experienced before. He knew then that this woman was the one for him and that he wanted nothing more than to spend his life with her.

He pulled her closer and kissed her passionately, grateful for this moment that he would treasure for the rest of his days.