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The Security Guard

By: stosh79_00



Let me tell you about my job. I work in a major department store as a loss prevention officer. I am 24 years old, and single. I’m not bad looking as far guys go, 230 lb., 6 feet 2 inches tall and pretty well built.

Like I said I work for loss prevention, a few weeks ago we had installed microscopic cameras in the fitting rooms. Although illegal the company I work for thought it would definitely help with loss control. I mean these cameras were right out of a spy movie or something they had audio, they were in color and had excellent clarity. 

Well about a week after they were installed you would see some weird shit. Like there was this one time that some guy taken a bunch of panties off the rack and jerked off on them then put them back on the shelf. GROSS! However there was this one time that this young couple of girls went in to the fitting rooms. They were trying on what looked to be like prom dresses, it was common around this time with senior proms right around the corner. There was a blonde and a red head both probably around 18 or 19 years old. They were chatting away when all of a sudden one of them stripped down completely nude. Man she had a killer body, perfect B cup breasts ( you know the pear shaped kind) beautiful from head to toe. Well the other girl (the red head) seemed to be offended and you could here her say....

“What are you doing?”

“Oh nothing Colleen I just wanted to try on this bra and panty combo and see what you think about it.”

“Well next time warn me okay,” said Colleen “Well it does look good on you are you going to wear it on prom night for Greg?”

“I was thinking about, but it costs so much.” 

“Well Lisa, give them to me and I will take them for you!” 

Now being in the security business you must follow the three guidelines for theft, one you must witness them taking it....check. Two you must wait for them to leave the store with the merchandise..... and three when you detain them they must still have the item on them. So both girls are getting ready to leave the store and they didn’t buy the set. As soon as they walk out the door they are all mine. 

“Excuse me ladies!” I yelled “ Did you forget to purchase something?” 

Both of the girls look at each other with a look of fear as they are saying to themselves oh shit. “Why don’t you girls come with me!” I said

They both came with me back to my office, back in the recesses of hell I like to call it. 

“All right ladies, did you try to steal something from our store?”

“Colleen said no and Lisa said yes” 

“Which is it damnit I don’t have time for games! Either you did or you didn’t! (rule number one when interrogating try to get a confession) Well I’m waiting for answer....”

They both look at each other an d finally the truth comes out.

“Yes sir, I took them but Lisa has nothing to do with this.”

“Is that true, I asked already knowing the answer?”

“ Yes, said Lisa it is true.”

“All right then you may leave if you would like this could take awhile.” Lisa gets up form her seat and mouths thank you to colleen and then walks out the door.

“All right miss. what’s your name, address and phone number along with phone number?” After I took care of al the boring paperwork it was time to get the merchandise back. 

“All right Colleen, I need the merchandise back. Where is it?”

“Uhh, I’m wearing it” she retorts

“Well take it off then.” I said back to her 

“Seriously, wear can I change?”

“Listen hear little miss, I said strip down and give me the merchandise!”

So Colleen turned around and took off her clothes very slowly and you could tell she was nervous she was shaking like a leaf. I was staring at her ass and just trying to imagine what it would be like to fuck her in it. When she turned around to hand me the merchandise, absolutely naked. Man, this girl had a beautiful body as well. She was shaven down there and had perk little tits and a beautiful face. 

“Thank you I told her, now I need to call your mom or dad and have them come pick you up and have them sign a document that states that you are not to come in this store for a year.“

“No, please don’t call my parents, isn’t there something that I could do to make you forget about this?” she said with a sly grin on her face

Just then she approached me and put her hand on my package and massaged it while kissing my neck. Now I’m not stupid, I was ready to teach this young girl a few things. but first I wanted to feel that mouth on my cock and bad. I started to push her head down and she knew just what I wanted she started to unzip my pants and pulled my cock out and man this girl sucked like a Hoover. 

She was sucking me so good that before I knew it I was ready to blow....

“I’m gonna come honey!” I yelled

“Go ahead I want to taste all of you.” Colleen mumbled 

So I blew it all in her mouth and she didn’t let a drip out. She turned around and started to get dressed....

“Hey wait one damn minute here girl, I’m not through yet.” she looked at me like what else do you want. So I told her that I wanted to fuck her. 

She retorted with...”No, I’m a virgin, and I want to save it.”

“Oh well bitch, you are gonna get it and get it good.” I pushed her against the wall and handcuffed her hands behind her back. Then I cautiously removed on hand and handcuffed it to the desk and then the other hand to the other desk leg. Now she was bent over the desk and yelling so I took a piece of packaging tape and taped her mouth shut. man was she hot. 

I started to finger her clit a little when I could sense that she was ready to go I told her that if she was a good girl that I would remove the gag. She nodded her head in approval. I removed the gag then started back at the clit and was using what I like to call the shocker which is two fingers in the pussy and the pinkie in the ass. she was bucking and moaning then she tensed up and she let it go and came all over the place. After I wiped her stuff off her leg I decided that now was the time to stick it in. So I slipped on a rubber that way she wouldn’t get pregnant and I could leave it in her instead of having to pull out early which I hated to do. I started to push it in slowly and tears filled her eyes. I told her to just relax and that it would get better. After the hymen broke I started to fuck her pussy with a little more speed. She loved it she was pushing back against me to get the full effect. 

That is when I decided to get control again and pulled it out and stick it in her ass. It was even tighter than her pussy. Man, It felt good against my cock. Faster and Faster I went till I felt the stirring in my balls and then I let her have it. After I was done, I let her up and she got dressed and asked if she could leave. I told her yes and she gave me a deep passionate kiss and as she was leaving she said...

“Hey same time next week and maybe this time Lisa can stay here.”

Man I can’t wait till next week...

The Security Guard



I was working my way through college several years ago as a mainframe computer operator on the graveyard shift. Mainframe computers at that time were giant machines that stored data on large reels of magnetic tape, read data from punched cards and generally took a someone to baby-sit them all the time they were working. They were too expensive to be allowed to sit idle, so it required someone on duty 24 hours. 

The building where I worked contained several offices besides the top floor firm where I worked. Most of them were empty at night, but there were still a few people around at any hour. The building janitorial crew worked through the night, as did the security guards and we all knew each other just enough to say "hi" and "bye." Most of these workers were college students like myself, including one of the security guards.

Lisha was a dance major at the nearby university and had a dancer's lithe body. Slender and fit with small, almost tiny breasts; a firm, taut bottom, long legs and a perpetual smile. Her flawless skin was the color of cinnamon, showing her African ancestry. Well, actually she was born in a nearby suburb and her parents were from Jamaica, but ultimately her ancestors were from Africa. She appointed herself as the giver of hugs for the building. Anyone of the regular night crew, male or female, was greeted with Lisha's arms thrown around their neck and quickly released. The first time she grabbed me, it was over before I could respond. I got to expect it after that, and was ready to hug right back. 

Now I'll admit that I prefer women with a bit of padding on them, I always have. Lisha was pretty with a narrow face, pleasant smile and deep brown eyes, and definitely fashionably slender, but I wasn't really attracted to her. But it was nice to get a hug now and again. 

One night she came up to my floor to use the microwave oven. She was having trouble with the controls and I showed her how to use them, rescuing her food from overheating. In thanks, she threw her arms around me in another hug. This one lasted longer than usual and instead of bouncing away like she usually did; she kept hold of me and leaned back slightly. What is it about that certain way a woman tilts her head that indicates she wants kissed? Is it something instinctual? Lisha tilted her head that way, fixed her dark eyes on me and I knew that I wasn't going to be released without a kiss. 

This was the first time I ever kissed a black woman. Her lips were soft and full and wonderful and then they parted. Her tongue danced into my mouth, seeking my tongue and swirling around in a fantastic manner. No only was she a dancer, her tongue had it's own talented dance. We held each other for quite a while, both unwilling to let go. Finally it was time for both of us to return to work, before someone noticed our absence. If this were just a fantasy, we would have thrown off our clothes and done it right there on the floor. However, we both knew that was out of the question and simply went back to work. For a few weeks things didn't go any further. We contented ourselves with stealing a kiss when we had a moment alone together. 

That is until one night when I arrived at work at my usual time to find Lisha at her post in the lobby along with another guard. For some reason, management wanted the guard shifts to overlap more than usual so that one guard could stay at the security desk and the other could patrol the building. Lisha rode up in the elevator with me. Of course, as soon as the doors closed we were in each other's arms, lips and tongues intertwined. Lisha reached over and pressed every button on the elevator panel so that it stopped at every floor. The ride up took a lot longer than usual, but it was still too short for us. I had just enough time to reach under her uniform sweater for the first time, undo a couple buttons of her white shirt and massage her nipples through her satiny bra. At the top floor we reluctantly let go and she put her clothes back into order. She whispered in my ear that she would be up to see me later. 

I was distracted, thinking of her the whole time during the shift turnover, getting the briefing from the outgoing operator, loading the data cards, tapes and all the other things that my job needed me to do. Finally I heard a tapping on the window that looked out on the hallway. There she was. I dashed out of the computer room and into her arms. For several minutes we stood there, enjoying each other's lips. Then I had an idea. There was a couch in the big boss' corner office and his door had a lock on it. 

I untangled myself from her arms and guided her out of the computer department and down the dark hallway to the executive area, neither of us able to keep our hands off each other. I didn't want to turn on the lights, and we stumbled around in the dark until we got into the corner office where the downtown lights shining through the windows gave us a little bit of illumination. I pulled out the wedge from under the door and let it close, driving it under the closed door as insurance. There was a table lamp next to the couch, I switched it on and went back into Lisha's arms. She responded and we were soon sitting on the couch together. 

I didn't know how much time we were going to have, especially for Lisha. I didn't want her to get fired for disappearing too long. I eased her sweater up over her head and off her arms, savoring the velvet softness of her skin and the firm dancer's muscles beneath. I undid the buttons on her white uniform shirt, eased it back off of her and played with her hard nipples through the smooth cups of her bra. When I managed to tear my mouth away from hers, I kissed and licked my way down the side of her neck, across her collarbone and towards the valley between her little breasts. At the same time I reached around behind her and fumbled for the clasp of her bra. After a few moments without success, I felt her hands under my chin as she undid the front clasp bra. The bra disappeared and I was treated to the vision of her small but firm breasts with thick nipples and aureoles the color of premium chocolate. 

I took a hard nipple into my mouth, sucking gently and licking around and across it. Lisha made an animal sort of growl and pressed herself against me. Her breasts were too small to do my favorite trick of sucking part of the breast into my mouth, arching my tongue back to lick the nipple. I had to content myself with less vigorous sucking, but her breasts were still a joy to lick and kiss. 

I leaned back on the couch and pulled her on top of me, running my hands all over her torso and reaching for the buckle of her canvas belt. She was still making animal noises and was rubbing my chest and tummy. I didn't remember taking my shirt off, but it was gone. I managed to undo her belt, unsnap her pants and slide them over her firm bottom and part way down her legs. She kicked off her Doc Martens and shoved the pants and panties the rest of the way off, leaving her nude except for her socks. I dipped my finger into her wetness and slid it along her inner lips, amazed at their silky smoothness.

A few more passes of our tongues against each other and she moved sideways off of me, her back against the back of the couch and reached for my belt. With a little bit of help from me, I was soon wearing only socks, too. Her dark hands encircled my stiff cock and were pulling it towards her pussy, but I had other ideas. Again I slid my mouth down her neck to her breasts, and kept going, leaving a wet trail along her flawless skin, down to her belly button and beyond. I had slid off the couch, out of her grip and was kneeling beside it. As my tongue reached her muff, she let out a gasp. 

"Do you really want to put your mouth there?" She protested slightly. This was the first time either of us spoke since we started. "Don't, that's not... uh... uh... Oh God." She quickly changed her mind when my tongue found her clit. 

I did my best to make sure she came quickly by licking her inner lips and clit and getting one finger into her opening to massage her G-spot. At the same time I pulled my legs back onto the couch, but with my cock near her mouth. Lisha probably had her eyes closed because she ignored it completely. I swiveled my hips forward until the tip of my cock just brushed her mouth, then she got the idea and took the head shallowly into her mouth. Her athletic tongue was doing good things to the head of my cock, but she wouldn't take any more of it into her mouth. Then she let my cock slide out of her mouth completely and squealed when she came. I kept my tongue in her slit, making sure she had a long, satisfying orgasm.

I waited a few moments until her breathing became less ragged, then I turned back around, head to head with her. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and sucked my tongue into her mouth. My mustache was still soaked with her juices and I hoped she found that exciting. I positioned myself on my back and pulled her on top of me. Despite her wiry dancer's muscles, she was so light and slender that I didn't want to crush her. Lisha stretched out along me, full length, trapping my cock against her muff. I slid my hands down to her taut bottom and moved her around a bit until my cock was near her wet opening. I tried a gentle thrust, but was off target a bit. I let go of her bottom and she swiveled her hips, trying to reposition me by feel. I tried again and was rewarded by feeling the tip of my cock slide into her. 

She was very wet and hot, but still very tight, it took me four or five thrusts just to get my cock completely inside. She made an animal growl into my mouth and started swiveling her hips, grinding her muff against me and sliding my cock around. I synchronized my motion to hers, enjoying her splendid dancer's moves. Her animal noises started again, this time more intense as she came a second time. A few more strokes and I was making my own animal noises into her mouth as I filled her pussy with cum. My orgasm was so intense that I was quickly emptied. 

We stayed connected for a few moments, until I started to get soft and I felt her spasms nearly disappear. Lisha still had her mouth firmly planted on mine, she really loved to kiss. And she was really good at it, but it was a pity she didn't fully use her dancing tongue on my cock. Maybe next time. 

I didn't want to leave any wet spots on the boss' couch, that would have gotten one or both of us fired. I gently pulled out of her and helped her stand. The tissue box was on the boss' desk and I handed her several, then took some myself. Neither of us spoke as we quickly cleaned up, got dressed and went back to our work. We parted with a quick kiss and sly smiles at each other.

I saw Lisha later that night as she made her rounds of the building. We hugged without a kiss, innocently, as if nothing had happened. But as she started to pull away from the hug, I heard her whisper, barely audibly, a single word. "Tomorrow."



The Security Guard



Vanilla Sex Stories

The Security Guard

The band was a dark goth-type of band. Not the kind of band that was made up of skinny white boys whining like women in pain or on the rag. It was a band of deep-voiced men who were monstrously muscled. 

Cassandra wandered through the crowd that had gathered in the small dingy bar, frowning slightly. Everyone here was a poser or a wannabe, not someone who was real. They had on fake makeup that they used to hide fake personalities. She bet even their flaws were phony. 

Sighing, the young woman straightened her tight black dress over her curvaceous form and adjusted her white blonde hair around her face and shoulders. Then she continued to make her way towards the stage. The crowd was thickest here. There were many security guards lining the front of the stage, to keep the groupies from forming a mosh pit. The bar putting on the band event had insisted that each band have its own security team keeping people from getting out of control. Cassandra was soon lost in the crowd, unnoticed, just how she liked it. 

Her boyfriend was the leader of the band playing last. He didn't mind if she wandered through the bars they played, as long as she didn't get into any trouble. He always laughed at her when she got ready to go out, though. 

"You realize you're going to stick out like a sore thumb, right?" he would say, eyeing her tight expensive dress and pearl bracelet. 

"That's what you think," she said, grinning at him. 

He just shook his head and chuckled, and kissed her goodbye, knowing he would see her in a few hours, once all the bands on the small heavy metal tour had played their night songs. Cassandra preferred to miss the party afterwards, leaving her boyfriend to do what he liked. It was the deal they had. He did what he wanted, and enjoyed his rocker life style. She did what she wanted, and enjoyed his rocker pay cheque. And every once in awhile, they would meet in the middle. 

Someone shoved someone else, and Cassandra gasped as a hard body collided with hers. She pushed the offender and he went staggering back into the person who had just shoved him off. That made her smile and she quickly slipped through the space the two fighters had made in the crowd. She was closer to the band now. And they were starting to do a cover of a song she knew well. 

Cassandra didn't stand out that much. Sure, she was dressed about ten times better than everyone around her. But they were all either so drunk or stoned they never noticed. And when you got this close to the front of the crowd, it was mostly men anyways. Men who didn't care to see the beauty walking in their midst -- they just came for the music. 

She liked it that way and had always had a good eye for judging a situation's safety. This was the perfect opportunity for her to hear the music she adored. She could always go back stage and party with the band doing the hard rock covers, but from where she stood now, in the audience, she could almost pretend it was the real band, the men who originally created the music. 

It was slightly satanic in nature, but it had such heavy sexual undertones that it always made Cassandra get wet and squirm. She slipped a hand down now between her thighs, rubbing her sex through her tight dress and underwear. It was an irresistible urge not to pull her dress right up and push the thong aside to stimulate herself. But it was an urge she continued to resist. 

Behind her, someone else was fighting. 

I'd better move off to the side, she thought wisely. 

She would be nearer the speakers now, but that was better than taking an accidental beating at the hands of a bunch of drugged up losers. Apparently, Cassandra wasn't the only one who had thought that. 

Standing next to her was a tall brute of a man. He appeared to be a security guard from his loose T-shirt and band logo on his hat. He had a simple face, one that looked almost blank. But his eyes were small and calculating. His bare arms were a mass of tattoos, snakes and dragons and angels writhing and dancing as he fended off the people from the crowd. 

That was when Cassandra realized he was protecting her from them. She smiled. 

The song changed, taking on the dark and dangerous undertones that always excited Cassandra. The words flowed from the singer's voice as if they were a chant, and the crowd grew in size, but calmed in rambunctiousness. The groupies and wannabes and hang-around hopefuls were all swaying. The security guard in front of Cassandra was sweating, but he didn't have to push people away from where Cassandra stood against one of the speakers. 

Everything was changing, the atmosphere, the mood, and her interest in this bulky and sullen looking guard. Cassandra smiled into his small eyes, but he didn't smile back. The crowd pushed him closer to her, and he put out his hands, holding onto the giant black speaker on each side of Cassandra's body. She grinned up at his face, close to hers now, and purposefully gave her lips a long slow lick. First the top. Then the bottom. 

Then as she drew her tongue back inside her mouth, the man was following it, his own tongue pushing between her lips to give chase. 

It made Cassandra smile wryly as she put her arms around his neck, welcoming him to come closer still. The man reached down and cupped Cassandra's small rounded ass in his palms, lifting her up so that when he stood straight, her face was still close to his own. Her breasts were squashed flat against his chest, and she could feel the pounding of the music through the speaker behind her. 

It was rattling her chest, making her heart skip beats and leaving her breathless. Or was that just the ferocity of this stranger's kiss? 

Cassandra lifted her slender legs up, bending her knees and letting her heels wrap around the backs of the guard's thick thighs. He spread his feet a bit wider, and his hands slipped a bit lower, until the hem of her dress was within reach. Then, he was pulling it up. Cassandra broke from the kiss, finding it hard to breathe as he leaned her against the speaker. Now she was resting on his thighs, between his legs and the vibrating box behind. His hands went to the front of her chest, and Cassandra could see his lips were coated with sweet saliva as his fingers toyed with the neck of her dress. 

Unable to wait the man out, Cassandra pulled the collar down, exposing the tight black silk brassiere she was wearing beneath.

The guard gasped, a sound lost in the words of the song playing all around them. His fingers raised up and Cassandra groaned as she felt their calloused surfaces playing over her tits. Again, she couldn't wait for him, and she pulled her bra down, letting her round breasts pop out. 

The man squinted down at Cassandra's perfect tits in the dark of the bar. Then his hands came up and squeezed them. She looked down. His fingers grasped her round mounds perfectly, teasing slowly over them as he caressed them. Then she felt his fingers on her nipples. He tugged and teased at them, making them erect, then pulling and stretching them almost painfully. 

The song sped up, and the speaker vibrated more. Cassandra spread her arms out as if she were lying on a bed. And she pictured the image in her head, a giant black bed that pounded beneath her as this security guard with the thick, fat rough-skinned fingers tugged and pinched at her breasts. She ground against his lap, moving her ass up and down as she felt the coarse touch of his jeans beneath her silk-covered crotch. 

She wanted him. And she wanted him badly. Was he going to stare at her tits forever or give her what she wanted? She was becoming frustrated. 

The man leaned forward, smelling Cassandra's neck and hair, taking in great long breaths of it. The feel of his nose rubbing against her neck only excited her more and she ground suggestively against his legs again. 

Then, finally fed up, she tried to push him away. He wouldn't move. He was a massive muscular wall in front of her, and she wouldn't be moving until he was finished his exploration of her body. His fingers dug painfully into her breasts, making her moan in delight. Then one of his hands slipped between their bodies. 

He was pulling up the hem of her dress now. 

At last, she thought, at last he's going to fuck me. 

Another song started up, one that pounded loudly. It was a punk cover, and soon the entire crowd was bouncing. The security lining the stage were hard pressed to keep up with the anxious audience, and the floor was jumping up and down beneath the feet of the crowd. 

The guard's fingers slid down Cassandra's body, until he was pushing them around over her panties. He tried to slip them down the front of them, but they began to tear. Then he was panting against her ear as his fingers slid down to where her hip joined her leg to her privacy. One of his fingers pushed roughly around the crevice her thigh made there, until at last he found the edge of her black panties. He pushed it gruffly aside and shoved his finger into Cassandra's sex. 

The abruptness of his forceful touch made her squeal, but no one noticed. The music pouring out from the speakers lined up behind her was too loud. Wincing, Cassandra bit her lip as the man's thick digit poked and prodded against her pussy lips. She was swollen now, sensitive in her desire and excitement, the music and its alluring words leading her mind down a dark road to hell as the security guard's ministrations blotted out the reality of the concert. 

His finger sought and quickly found her wet slit, and with no mercy, he parted her labia and began to search for her hole. Cassandra groaned as he found it and pushed his finger up deep inside her. The digit was so thick and huge and calloused, it felt like a cock itself. 

His mouth was on her cheek now, then sucking on her neck, on the flesh of her collarbone. His finger began to piston in and out of her hole now, relentless. And she was surprised to feel how coated with her juices it was becoming. She was a fragile woman who preferred finesse over size. But the brute force with which the security guard was fingering her was irresistible, and soon, she could feel, she would cum. 

His teeth found the thin bone beneath her skin and he bit down, not breaking through, just grazing along the hard bone. His other hand went to behind her, beneath her, pulling her panties aside further. Then he was exploring her perineum, the small flat flesh between her cunt and her anus. 

Gods, no, he better not touch my ass! That is so off limits! 

Cassandra put her hands against the man's chest, ready to push him away. Her boyfriend had often tried to fuck her up the ass, but she hated the feeling of it, the idea. So she had never let him finish. There was no way she was going to let this total stranger do it! 

The juices leaking out of her cunt from his ferocious finger-fucking began to coat him. As his mouth tightened on her neck, she worried he would be giving her a huge hicky or something, and she pictured her boyfriend's look of dismay when he saw it. Play around they might, but they were never to show each other's toys off so openly. Cassandra tried to push the man away from her, just to get him to stop sucking on her neck. But he was all hard and muscled, he wouldn't budge. 

That was when his finger began to press against the pucker of her anus. Cassandra squealed and shoved him harder, but he didn't seem to notice. She panted, screeching in the man's ear for him to stop. His touch was unrelenting and she could feel the caresses of his finger against her ass. 

She gave up, leaning back against the speaker, breathless as the stereo sound pounded through her bones. The finger was not obscenely forceful. It teased at the wrinkled and puckered flesh of her behind. If it got dry, the guard moved it lower to where his fingers were still thrusting cock-like in and out of Cassandra's cunt. And she was still excited by that fucking, her juices were still leaking from around her sex. He would coat the finger and then push at her ass again, until at last she felt she must be as wet there as she was in front. 

Cassandra licked her lips, closing her eyes and resting her arms on the man's shoulders as she let him tease at her ass. He was so big in body that she could bend her knees and put the thick soles of her heeled shoes on his legs and hips and still be dwarfed in his lap. Doing this pushed her privacy forward more towards his fingers. But it also rounded out her bottom, spreading her cheeks wider.

He must have taken it as a sign of encouragement. Now his finger was beginning to press up inside her anus, teasing at the rim of tight muscles there. But he never pushed forward more, letting the little woman in his lap adjust to the new sensation and new violation. 

Cassandra sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as she began to feel her orgasmic ecstasy returning. The feeling of his finger tip sliding only slightly into her ass wasn't so bad, it was actually worth welcoming. And she was beginning to enjoy herself when he withdrew his fingers from her cunt. 

She looked down, watching as he began to unzip his jeans. He was watching too, leaning Cassandra back against the speaker. Then his enormous and rigid member was sticking out of his jeans, which were still buttoned. 

How that thick, veined shaft managed to burst through his pants like that without being torn by the rough metal teeth of the zipper, Cassandra couldn't imagine. But soon he was drawing her forward, watching as her cunt gaped open over the head of his cock. Then he was pushing up inside her, his other finger teasing at her asshole. 

Cassandra felt her pussy tightly suck in the heavy erection, stretching around its fat girth. He pulled her down with one hand on her hip, making her rock over his crotch until she felt the rough wrinkle of his jeans pressing against her sensitive folds.  

He was up inside her, deep inside her. So deep she could feel him butting against the base of her womb. Cassandra clung to his neck, gasping for air as he filled her hole. Then, his finger popped deeper into her ass, pushing past the rim of muscles and into her tightness. She cried out from the foreign feeling of pain and pleasure. As he rocked her over him by her hips, she felt like a fuck-toy, a small plaything in his hands. He moved her faster, thrusting his hips and pushing her rounded out ass cheeks against the speaker. 

Harder and harder he went into her, pounding into her pussy. His finger slipped out of her bottom and he grabbed her by both shoulders, pulling her hard onto his cock. 

Cassandra was crying out loudly from the pain of his fuck-thrusts. It was driving her insane, the feeling of him filling her up like this. But part of her felt empty now, untouched. She pushed at him, writhing. As if he knew what she was secretly begging for, he slowed his motions and pulled back from her. Cassandra curled her hips up again, and the security guard lifted her knowingly off of his hot cock. She could feel the pussy juice covered head of his member teasing at her ass now. And she groaned as he began to push it inside her. 

The muscular rim of her ass balked, tightening and spasming in objection. But he pushed gently, almost tenderly. And soon there was a resounding feeling of her muscles popping as her ass finally let him in. He slid easily, cautiously, inside her ass. Cassandra's fingers dropped to her cunt, stroking and fingering herself as the guard leaned over her once more. His hands were on her shoulders again, forcing her up and down over his erection. 

Cassandra screamed as she finally came. Her body, writhing like a serpent, was impaled on the thick pumping cock. The security guard held her tight to him, his face buried in her neck flesh, where he was biting and sucking at her skin. He was ramming hard into her now. The shocks from her orgasm died as he thrust her small body up and down in his lap

. 

Then, at last, he was filling her with his seed, filling her ass for the first time it had ever been filled. She could feel every vein on his cock throbbing as he unloaded into her asshole. She could feel his every spasm, his every spurt. 

And she loved it. 

It seemed to take him forever to finish. But when he was finally done, he was panting against her. The music still pounded behind Cassandra's spine, and the crowd inched closer and closer behind the security guard. 

He picked her up carefully, slowly letting his member slip out of her ass. Then her underwear slid into place, and she winced. He looked down at her, seeing the grimace of sensitivity and pain, then reached under her dress to remove her panties. Stepping out of them, Cassandra watched as he balled them up in a wad and put them into his pocket. Then he picked her up as if she were a rag doll, up in his big, heavy arms, and he carried her out of the bar and up to her room. 

Hours later, when her boyfriend returned, Cassandra was in the tub, smiling like a Cheshire cat. 

"Ya know, I've been thinking. The more popular you get, the more media and paparazzi are watching you, watching me, we need to be more careful."

"Oh yeah?" her rocker boyfriend said, helping to wash her legs. 

"Uh huh. And I think its time we spent some money. I need a body guard. Don't you think? And I found just the perfect one, too." 

Cassandra smiled wickedly.



The Security Guard



I work for a large construction company and move from project to project. On one project I was on, there was an attractive, female security guard, Lisa, that worked on the project. I never really thought much about her, and I don't think she thought much about me (she knew I was married), until one day. She made a passing remark about how her current boyfriend got embarrassed when she mentioned getting her handcuffs out. I don't know why, but that seemed to trigger something in my mind. I have never been into bondage (but always curious), but I do have a rather vivid imagination and I started to see this girl in a different light. I thought of a story about her and me. I am about to relate to you, two events; one is the fantasy I thought of. What is even more exciting to me is what happened in real life as I told Lisa my fantasy -- her reactions to my story.

One night, after everyone on the project had left for the day, I stopped in the security office on the way out. My heart was pounding as I spoke. I told her that I had been thinking of her and had a fantasy about her. I asked if she wanted to hear it -- told her it was harmless since it was just a fantasy. I held my breath to hear her reaction. I didn't know if she would be upset...tell my boss...tell my wife. She said to go ahead and tell her the story. 

Below is what I told her that first night.

*

Chapter One

"Lisa, I saw the gleam in your eye when you talked about the handcuffs. Do you like to be tied up?"

"Yes" she said hesitatingly.

"Would you like me to tie you up?"

"Yes, very much!"

"OK then, meet me in the parking lot after work -- after everyone is gone and it's dark out."

Both our hearts started beating faster in anticipation. I had planned this little adventure as soon as I heard Lisa's little innuendo about the handcuffs. She was always a bit of a flirt and I had been attracted to her for some time. She was quite thin with long black hair. Her security guard uniform hid a lot, but you could tell she had nice, full breasts for her slight frame. She had a very pretty face with almost white skin and dark, shiny, brown eyes, almost black. We met in the parking lot and I had her get into the passenger side of my truck and put her seat belt on. She was surprised, but didn't object as I tied the silk scarf around her head, over her eyes so she couldn't see.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"You'll find out soon enough. That's enough talking from you now."

We pulled out of the parking lot and drove away down the road. As we drove, I reached over and started rubbing my hand along the inside of her thigh. Her breathing became more rapid and she began squirming in her seat. "I knew this would get you excited. Are you getting wet now?" I asked. "Oh, yes!" she moaned. Then she grabbed my hand and pulled it hard into her pussy, rubbing me against her. "No, stop!" I shouted. "You have to wait!" With that, I pulled the truck over and took out the handcuffs. I pulled her hands behind her back and handcuffed them together. "Now you'll have to behave," I scolded. We continued down the road and I continued rubbing the inside of her thigh, occasionally pushing against her pussy. She would try to push against me but was too restrained. I could see and feel the wetness in her crotch from my teasing. Finally, I pulled into a driveway and stopped the car.

End of Chapter One

My fears about how she would react disappeared as she closed her eyes and placed her hand between her legs to rub herself as I told her the story. Then, I began to worry about my own reactions. I had never been unfaithful to my wife, but I was so completely turned on by her now. I told her that I had to go and would tell her more later...another time.

We both knew that this could lead someplace very exciting. Now we flirted with each other at work and she began to confide in me, telling me what she liked...she loved to give oral sex. She asked if I liked it and if my wife does it for me. I explained that I absolutely loved it but my wife didn't often oblige and didn't really like it herself. Lisa said she liked to give blow jobs even more than having intercourse and also liked to have her hair pulled as she did it. I customized the story for her. We were both very excited the next time we found ourselves alone together. We sat across a table from each other as I continued the story.

Chapter 2

I opened her door and helped her out of the truck, as she was still blindfolded with her hands behind her back in handcuffs. I noticed the wet spot on the crotch of her security guard uniform pants as she opened her legs to get out. I led her up some steps to the porch of an old house. I opened the door and walked inside, holding her arm to guide her through the entry and down the hall to the empty bedroom. I felt her arm trembling with fear, excitement and anticipation as we walked into the room. She couldn't see the large, four-poster bed, but she could hear the crackling of the fire and feel the warmth from the fireplace in the otherwise cold and drafty house. We stopped at the foot of the bed and I told her to get down on her knees, which she did obediently. She felt the thick fur rug that was beneath us. 

"I'm going to take off the handcuffs but you must promise to behave!" I warned her. "Oh, yes, I'll behave."

I removed her handcuffs and gently rubbed her red, irritated wrists. I guided her hands to my feet and told her to untie my shoes and remove them. She performed this task with great tenderness and surprised me as she removed my socks and placed my big toe in her mouth. She sucked on it as if it were my cock and moaned as she did it.

"Alright, that's enough of that!" and I guided her hands to my waist. "Take my pants off now." 

She fumbled with my belt buckle, pants button and zipper. Once she pulled my zipper down, my pants glided smoothly over my silk boxers to my ankles and I stepped out of them. As she removed them from around my feet, my hard cock brushed against her cheek. She knew immediately what this was and she moved her head forward to feel my hot, silk covered rod against her face. "Take my shorts off now!" and she reached up and pulled them down, causing my throbbing erection to spring free and hit her in the chin. She immediately grabbed my cock and stuffed it into her mouth as if she were starving and this was the only food she had seen in weeks. 

"I never said you could do that!" I shouted as I grabbed her long black hair and pulled her head back causing her mouth to slide off of my cock. 

"I'm sorry, I want to suck you so bad! Please come in my mouth!" she begged. 

"When I'm ready," and I released a little pressure from her hair, letting her mouth come forward and just cover the head of my cock. She kept the intense pressure on her head as I held her hair and she tried to get more and more of my cock inside her mouth. This hair pulling was driving her crazy. She reached behind me and grabbed my ass trying to push more and more of my cock in her hot, wet mouth. I started pulling back on her hair then letting go so she could take my full length to the back of her throat. We were in a frenzy now and she had her hands all over my ass, my balls and then put a finger in my ass hole. I was ready now and I let her do all she could to make me come. I exploded into her mouth as she kept sucking with wild abandon. She devoured every drop until I pulled her hair again, jerking her mouth off of me so the last spurt could land on her cheek. She started to wipe it up with her fingers but I commanded her to leave it. 

"I want to see my cum on you for the rest of the night."

"I think its time for bed now!"

end of Chapter 2

As I began to tell her chapter 2, she unbuttoned her uniform shirt and reached her hand inside to fondle her breasts. She exposed her lovely full breasts and nipples as I spoke. Later, she closed her eyes and placed a finger in her mouth, sucking it like it was my hard cock. I was still nervous about an affair, especially at work, and told her I had to leave...but we would continue the story later.

Now our story telling sessions was all either of us could think about at work. She told me how she came in and sat in my chair at my desk and masturbated after I told her chapter 2. If I started to talk to her in my "story voice" she would get wet. I think we both knew where this was headed and neither of us wanted to stop it. 

Chapter 3

"I think its time for bed now!" and I led her to the four-poster. 

"Lay down on your back," I commanded and then proceeded to remove her socks and shoes, leaving the rest of her uniform intact. There were four satin scarves, one end already tied to each of the bed posts, and I used these to tie her hands and feet. I pulled each limb as much as possible, until I heard an uncomfortable groan, then tied the scarf tight. It was a large bed and tying her like this caused her arms and legs to be spread very wide. Lisa was trembling with desire and anticipation. I loved her helpless, frightened look. 

"Now, how am I going to get those clothes off?" I said in mock bewilderment.

At that moment she felt the cold steel of the scissors on her ankle and jumped from the touch. She pulled on the scarves, but they were too taut to allow much movement. I cut her pants leg from the ankle up to her crotch, careful to make sure the cold steel rubbed the entire length of her leg, even allowing the tip of the scissors to scratch the inside of her thigh. I did the same to the other leg, then cut down through the waist line so I could completely remove her pants with one pull. She gasped as I pulled them off, leaving her in her black panties. I touched the scissors tip lightly to the outline of her pussy lips, made noticeable by the clinging, wet panties. Lisa is moaning and squirming now. 

I set the scissors down long enough to grab her uniform's shirttails. With one hard pull, all of the buttons pop off, exposing her lacy bra covered breasts. Her nipples harden from the surprise. I put the scissors in action again and cut her bra between her breasts, again making sure she feels the cold steel and sharp tip. I use the scissors to push the cups away from her breasts, the steel rubbing hard across her nipples.

Finally, I expose the last of her...snipping her panties at her thighs in two places and pulling them off...careful to pull them through her wet pussy lips. 

"Please fuck me now!" she begs.

End of Chapter 3

*

By this time, Lisa had her hand inside her pants and was masturbating as I told her the story. I stopped the story but continued talking...telling her how hot she was...how turned on I was...as I reached my hand down alongside hers inside her pants. First, I just placed my hand on hers...learning what she liked, how she touched herself. Then, I replaced her hand with mine...rubbing her wet lips and stroking her swollen clit. She let out a muffled scream in my ear as she came hard and pushed my hand against her. She immediately got up and pulled my pants down and my hard cock sprung from its confines. I've never had a better blow job. She expertly licked and sucked me as I ran my hands through her hair. She moaned louder and sucked deeper and harder when I pulled on her hair. This sent me over the edge and I came hard in her mouth. She swallowed every drop then continued licking me until I pulled her up to me. She was surprised as I gave her a long, deep, wet, kiss with an exploring tongue, tasting my cum in her mouth...our first kiss. But not our last.

We continued our story telling sessions and flirtations at work. She also continued to give me the best blow jobs I have ever experienced and I reciprocated by giving her intense orgasms with my fingers, mouth and tongue or simply talking to her while she masturbated. We never had intercourse. Somehow I thought that I wouldn't be unfaithful if we only had oral sex. Just like Clinton thought (this was a few years before Bill and Monica). The project completed after about 2 months of this activity and we parted ways. I still think of her. I wonder if she remembers our stories?



The Security Guard Fucked Me



I'm not the kind of guy to which this stuff normally happens. I'm in my early forties, happily married to an awesome woman, two kids, house in the 'burbs; living the dream. I'm an average guy working in middle management at a bank head office downtown. 

My doctor had recently recommended working more exercise into my daily routine (and cutting doughnuts, chips and beer out of my diet) after some troubling blood work came back from this year's physical. So, I started taking daily walks in the park instead of coffee breaks. 

I would leave my office and make a circuit around the park, then back into my office building and walk through the shopping concourse. Eventually, I got pretty good at this and was able to pick up speed and finish the two mile circuit without being all sweaty and out of breath. Miraculously, the pounds started to melt away too. 

During my daily walks, I would often encounter coworkers and other people who worked in the building. I also took notice of one of the security guards because she was always smiling and watching me walk. I would feel her eyes on my back as I was threading my way through the shoppers and food court patrons. I would often come around a corner and see her looking at me. 

She's average height, a little plump, dark, shiny skin (probably of Latin descent), and is always tastefully made up. I'd put her age at mid to late thirties. She's pretty too - dark brown eyes and a rosebud mouth and nice straight teeth. I thought she was pretty, but I certainly didn't lust after her. 

One particular day I was returning to the office from the park. I boarded the elevator, and just as the doors were closing, she squeezed on as well. We were alone in the elevator. 

I had already pushed the button for my floor (37). She pushed 36, then turned to me and said, "At least now I know where you work." 

I laughed at this. She held out her hand for a shake. "I'm Delia." 

"Nice to meet you Delia. I'm James." 

"It's nice to finally meet you James. I guess you work at the bank huh. What do you do?" 

"I manage a team that designs our corporate website." 

We chatted a bit more until the elevator reached 36. Delia stepped towards the doors, then turned and looked at me. "I'll see you around." She said with a wink. The doors closed, but I got the sense she was eyeing me up. I know the look because I do it too; on the train, on the subway, at the grocery store. There are so many gorgeous women walking around it makes my head spin. This however, was the first time I was ever on the receiving end. 

Over the next several weeks my fitness improved and my weight dropped. The beer gut that I had cultivated over the years shrank and I felt pretty great about myself. 

During this time, I encountered Delia almost daily on my walks. I didn't stop to talk, but she would always smile and call out "Hi James!" as I walked past. Occasionally I would turn around, and on those occasions, I found her staring at me. 

There were also a few more elevator encounters. Always when I was alone and always at the last minute. She never got in an elevator with me if someone else was present. And she would always get off at 36. 

One day I asked what was on that floor that kept drawing her there. She said she didn't know - she had received a call on her walkie and was asked to investigate. 

I thought her answer rang false, but didn't say anything about it to her at the time. As usual, she left the elevator with a wink and a smile and a promise to see me again around the building. 

Later that day, I approached Haneef, a colleague who works on 36. I asked him if there have been any recent security episodes. He said there hadn't been any within the last 7 months. The last time was when Helen and Georgina from finance got stuck in one of the elevators between 35 and 36. Besides, the people on 36 are all low key - it's the very stodgy Legal department. 

A week later, Delia had jumped on the elevator again (Of course, I was alone). She abruptly inquired why I was walking so much. I explained that I was trying to get in better shape to be around longer for my family. She then said something that kinda floored me. 

"You've lost a good amount of weight James, and you look good." 

These aren't words I'm used to hearing. I blushed and she continued, "Yeah, you were wearing this outfit the other day and you looked great in it. I saw you from across the food court and I said to myself 'who is that sexy guy', then I saw your face. I'm just saying." 

I mumbled my thanks for her compliment and turned a deeper crimson. At the 36th floor, she again left the elevator with a wink and a smile. 

I was stunned. I got off the elevator at 37 and went immediately into the washroom. I sat in the stall and contemplated this. As I said, I'm not used to having pretty women other than my wife tell me how good I look. 

I composed myself and somehow made it through the rest of the day. I got home that night, and as we were lying in bed, I told my wife Kim about Delia. 

As I told her about the coincidental elevator trips and the winks, a funny thing happened. My cock started to get hard. I sleep naked, and at this point I had not gotten under the covers, so my stiffening manhood was visible to Kim. When she noticed it, she smirked and said, "And I assume little James wants to, how should I say this? tap that ass." 

"No honey, not at all," I protested. "You're the only woman for me. I would never do anything to jeopardize our family and our relationship." 

"Good. You better not even think about it buster. Still, it is amusing that you got a stiffy talking to me about another woman. Hmmm, do I punish you for that???" 

I retorted, "Maybe if you let little James tap your ass instead." 

She looked at me, and I caught the glint in her eye. She smiled and I knew I had her. I grabbed her hand and placed it onto my rigid pole. Her soft warm hand lightly gripped the shaft and she started lightly stroking it. I leaned over and kissed her, softly at first. As our kiss deepened, I moaned into her mouth and her hand actions became more intense. 

I broke the kiss and started running my fingers through her hair. I tilted her head to the side and started licking and sucking at her neck. Her breathing got ragged as I began to fondle one of her glorious tits and continued to lick and suck her neck. She pushed me away and took off her pajama top. I immediately latched on to her right breast and started sucking. Kim has C cup breasts with distinct dusty rose-coloured nipples that firm up nicely when touched and sucked. 

She moaned with pleasure as I sucked deeply and swirled my tongue and her sensitive nipple. I reached down and stroked first her left thigh, then her right one, working my way to her centre. I could feel her hips bucking gently, urging my hand and fingers closer to her sex. 

She moaned again as my hand made contact with her crotch. Through her pajama bottoms, I pressed my hand against her pubic mound and outer lips, putting some pressure into it. My cock was rock hard by now, and precum was leaking out the top. I continued rubbing my wife's pussy through her pants, but I knew I wanted to feel her wetness. 

I slid my hand down the front of her pajamas, aimed directly at her pussy. I cupped her mons with my palm, feeling the coarse hair and the heat. My index finger found her clit and started applying pressure. With my other hand, I pulled down the pajamas (with a little difficulty at first). Now that she was naked, I used one hand to rub her mound and diddle her clitty. I used my other hand to spread her soft moist labia, then I inserted my first and second fingers inside. She was wet now, and getting wetter. One of my favourite things to do in bed is finger bang my wife until she cums. Tonight was shaping up to be one of those nights. 

As I worked two fingers in and out of her sloppy slit, I continued to diddle her. She moaned loudly and encouraged me to keep going. I hooked the two buried fingers against the front wall of her cunt, trying to find her g spot. Once located, I applied some pressure and moved the fingers manipulating her clit into a compatible rhythm. Pretty soon I had her cumming on my hand. My wife is a squirter sometimes, and tonight I felt the familiar gush that told me we'd be washing the sheets in the morning. I continued to finger fuck Kim's sopping twat as she released even more nectar, soaking my hand and the sheets. She bucked her hips and squeezed her delightful muscles so tightly that eventually I couldn't move my hand. She came on my fingers for another minute or so before releasing my trapped hand. 

"I need you to fuck me now. Hard and fast!" 

I needed no further coaxing. Kim rolled onto her back and I climbed on top of her. I positioned my super-hard penis at the entrance to heaven, then pushed my way inside. As I shoved my cock in and buried myself to the hilt, we both groaned in satisfaction. Kim's pussy was tight and wet and begging to be fucked. 

She pulled her legs back so that her knees were almost touching her shoulders. I raised up and started fucking her. My hard cock pistoned in and out of her hot wet cunt and we both grunted with our exertions. 

Often, when we get going like this, I like to talk dirty. In the past we have fantasized about what it would be like to fuck other people. This kind of dirty talk usually sends me over the edge. 

Tonight, as I was fucking Kim, I was surprised when she hissed, "I bet Delia would like you to fuck her like this! I bet she'd love to have your hard cock plowing into her pussy." This sentiment was so deliciously kinky that I lost control and started emptying my semen into her. My orgasm was powerful and I shook and grunted as I came. Kim whispered how hot it was for her to imagine me fucking another woman and cumming for her. 

I rolled off her once I was spent. Kim however, was still horny and her fingers started a little dance on her clit. I watched as my wife fingered herself to another orgasm with my hot load seeping out of her sopping wet cunt. Seeing this turned me on again, and I must say I was feeling kinky and wanted to try something new. 

Kim looked surprised as I knelt between her legs after her orgasm had subsided. I started licking her cum and my cum out of her 'cup that runneth over'. Tasting our combined juices were very arousing, and she started to buck her hips wildly as I devoured her sloppy slit. I ate her to yet another tremendous orgasm. I tried to climb on top of her to fuck her again, but she said she had enough. Instead she offered to blow me. 

I lay on my back and watched as she bent over and took my manhood into her mouth. As she sucked, she swirled her tongue over the head of my cock, then pulled me in deeper. I could feel the pressure building and started to buck my hips. She pulled down on my nutsack and squeezed my balls. That sent me over the edge and I pumped my load into her mouth. We were both spent and soon we both rolled over and went to sleep. 

The next day at work brought another elevator encounter with Delia. "Hey handsome, how have you been?" I politely answered that I was good and enquired about her. Before she could answer, a set of keys fell off of her belt and landed in the middle of the elevator floor. I had been standing in one corner of the elevator (as I usually do). She moved to the centre and bent down from the waist right in front of me, aiming her round butt directly at my crotch. The navy blue pants strained tight and showed the outline of her panties. I looked away, but felt a brief contact as she backed her butt up against my crotch. "Oops, sorry James," she said. I could almost swear she wiggled her butt against me before she straightened up and clipped the keys back to her belt and acted like nothing happened. 

I was glad when the elevator stopped at 36. When the doors opened, she didn't move though. 

"Aren't you getting off here Delia?" 

"No, I need to get off somewhere else James." She said this with a twinkle in her eye, and I knew she implied the double entendre. She leaned across in front of me and pushed 38. The doors closed and she smiled at me again. When we arrived one floor up, I couldn't wait for the doors to open. As I stepped out, I made the mistake of looking back at her. Delia smiled deeply and winked at me. Damn. 

As I recounted that day's elevator adventure to Kim that night, once again my cock got hard. Once again, Kim and I had amazing sex, and once again I shot my load as my wife mentioned Delia and all the dirty things that she was probably thinking about when she met me in the elevator. 

I was confused. Admittedly I was excited to know that another woman besides my wife wanted me sexually. But I loved Kim and our life together and didn't want to jeopardize that to have sex with someone else. And I was confused by my apparent arousal when thinking about Delia while in bed with my wife. I needed a break. 

The next couple days at work, I didn't walk. I took the stairs. I didn't see Delia. 

On Thursday, as I was heating my lunch in the microwave, I overheard a couple of my coworkers talking about why the security guard was spending so much time in the 37th floor elevator lobby. I knew in my heart that had to be Delia. On Friday, as I was arriving for work, I actually heard cat whistles. I ignored it at first, and it came again. When I looked around, there was Delia smiling at me. She winked and whistled again. I was thankful to be riding with the 8:30 crew. Again I avoided the elevators and lobby and stayed at my desk. 

At 4:30 my boss informed me that they had discovered several issues with some new content on our site and my group needed to stay late to fix it. I called Kim to notify her, then rolled up my sleeves and got to work. About 6:30, we sent Suresh out to pick up some takeout. When he came back with our food, he said that one of the building security guards told him there was an issue with the elevators and they would be going offline for service. If we wanted to use them after 7, we needed to call security and they would send someone to put the elevators on service and escort us. 

When our team wrapped up around 9ish, Suresh called down to security. We were told to be in the 37th floor lobby in 5 minutes. We all packed up and entered the lobby. Two elevators arrived with two guards. My coworkers and employees piled in to those first two. I tried to press on with them, but I'm also kind of a polite guy (Kim says too polite some times) so I didn't push or anything. I let pregnant Tina get on, then old Bill who's undergoing chemo treatments and doesn't have a lot of strength right now. The upshot was the first two elevators got full and left. 

Suddenly all the commotion stopped and the lobby was quiet. I was just pondering what to do when a 'ding' announced the arrival of a third elevator. 

My heart sank as soon as I saw Delia step off the third elevator. We were alone in the 37th floor elevator lobby. I looked hopelessly around for someone else. Nobody. My heart was pounding. 

Delia smirked as if sensing my discomfort, and said "Going down James?" 

I sighed and boarded the empty elevator. Delia had her back to me as I retreated into the corner. She inserted her key and pushed a couple buttons. The doors closed and we started descending. 

"I haven't seen you for a week James. Where have you been?" 

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. "Work's been crazy Delia. I haven't had much time to walk recently. You know, I..." The elevator lurched to a halt. Delia pushed a couple buttons but nothing happened. 

She spoke into her walkie, "312 dispatch." 

"Go ahead 312." 

"I'm in west Keller. I have the elevator on service, bringing a passenger down from 37. The elevator has stopped. We're in car 5. It looks like we are at the19th floor over." 

"Understood 312. Yep, our board here is showing errors for your car. I will call Thyssen. Sit tight while I see if I can do anything from here." 

My heart sank while this conversation occurred. Why didn't I shove Tina out of the way to get her spot! Fuck Bill, he should be dead and I wouldn't be stuck here! 

The silence was uncomfortable and oppressive. Delia continued to fiddle with the controls for a few more minutes. 

Her walkie crackled to life. "Dispatch 312." 

"312 here." 

"Delia I've spoken to Thyssen. They're sending a tech. He should be here in a couple hours. You're in no danger. It's a problem here with the software. Until then, sit tight." 

I whipped out my phone and called Kim. I felt guilty, but I omitted the fact that I was stuck in an elevator with Delia. I told her I'd be okay and told her I loved her, then hung up. I looked at Delia, waiting for her to maybe do the same thing. 

She responded to my inquiring gaze by saying "I haven't trained my dog to answer the phone yet, so there's no point in calling him." I laughed at this and she told me I had a great laugh. 

I sat down in the back corner while she remained standing, looking at me with a mischievous smile. The silence seemed to stretch on until it became unbearable. 

"What do you do for fun Delia?" 

"I like walking my dog and playing frisbee with him. I also like to do Civil War Reenactments - I'm usually on the Confederate side. And when I'm alone, I like to masturbate on my webcam for strangers." 

The last thing surprised me, and yet, wasn't surprising at all. Any woman who would brazenly and shamelessly flirt with a guy like me must be pretty liberated. 

She continued, "yeah, I get home and switch on my webcam. I go to one of those cam sites and let strangers watch me as I strip off my uniform and fuck myself with my baton." She held up her baton, as if to indicate it was the very one she used. Then she looked at me, and I could see the lust in her eyes. Her nipples were now poking against the white material of her uniform and her chest was heaving. Again, that knowing smile played across her rosebud mouth. I realized she was staring at my crotch, and to my embarrassment, I had a hardon. 

She said nothing further. I looked away, but snapped my head back a moment later as I heard her belt crash to the floor. She was carefully unbuttoning her white shirt, then she untucked it. 

Delia slipped a hand down the front of her trousers. I couldn't tear my eyes away from this erotic display. She moaned as her fingers made contact with her vagina. I watched, mesmerized, as she rubbed herself for a moment, then withdrew her hand and brought her sticky digits up to her lips. 

"I do it just like this." 

She licked and sucked her finger tips, making a show out of it. She even slid her middle finger in and out of her mouth like she was blowing it. 

"Oh, I taste so good! Oh James, you gotta try this!" 

Her voice sounded loud in the close confinement of the elevator and I could smell her arousal. My own cock was rock hard as I watched her stick her hand back down her pants, play for a bit, then bring it out and lick her fingers off again. I can't believe how turned on I was, watching her lewd display. 

She doffed her shirt. She was now clad in a tank top and I could see her erect nipples sticking out like bullets from the nice swell of her chest. "I can see that your cock is hard. Do you like what you see James?" 

I said nothing and turned my head to the side. I had made up my mind - I wasn't going to watch her any more. Hopefully she would finish soon. 

Something soft landed on my head. Still not looking at her, I reached up and came away with her panties. She had just thrown her panties at me! A moment later, her white tank top followed it. 

"Oh James, you should see what I'm doing now." 

"No Delia, I'm married and this is wrong. Take your clothes back and get dressed." Suddenly she was on her knees beside me, shoving her moist fingers under my nose. I could smell the musky aroma of her cunt on those fingers. I turned my head the other way, only to find I was looking directly into her eyes. I could see lust and anger there. That's when she grabbed my crotch and started rubbing my hardness through my trousers. 




The Security Guard Fucked Me



"Don't deny it James. You want to fuck me. I can see the lust in your eyes. I want you to bury your hard tool in my pussy. I want you to fill me up and cum all over me. Take me now! Here, in this elevator. Fill me!" 

"No! Leave me alone Delia!" 

"You can't deny this James. It's going to happen whether you want to or not." She reached into my pants and tried to pull out my cock. I fought her off, but then she grabbed the baton that was at her feet and whacked my outstretched hand with it. I screamed in pain and put my fingers in my mouth. Now that I wasn't resisting, she managed to free my penis from my pants. I was too preoccupied with the pain in my hand to realize what she had done until I felt something warm and wet engulf my manhood. 

I looked down and realized Delia had my cock in her mouth. I pushed at her to try and get away, but she bit me. The pain was intense! Then she resumed sucking. When I tried to push her away again, she bit down again. And once again, I was in a lot of pain. Weirdly enough, despite my pain, I was hard as a rock. 

I assume she finally tired of sucking me because suddenly her mouth was gone. I scrambled and tried to get up, but she whacked me in the shin with her baton. I screamed in pain again and grabbed my shin. She rapped me on the ass with the baton now. Then she somehow managed to get me onto my back. Holding the baton in one hand, she shucked my pants and underwear with the other. My hard member was still pointing at the roof of the elevator. She straddled my prostrate form. Within seconds she had my meat positioned at the entrance to her hairy wet cunt, and then she impaled herself on me. She was absolutely soaked and her wide cunt easily fit me in. Holding the baton in one hand, she held one of the railings for balance and started bouncing up and down on my shaft. 

Tears rolled down my face from the humiliation. In contrast, she looked ecstatic. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling and grunting as she rode me. I watched her tits jiggle as she bounced up and down on me. Then she started with the kinky talk.   

"I've wanted to do this for so long. Oh my god James, I've wanted to do this since the first time I saw you. My pussy got all wet and I fucked my baton under the security desk as I would watch you walk past. Oh the baton was so big inside me, but it never felt like it was enough. I'm so glad your cock is in me now. I'd get off on the 36th floor after our elevator rides and masturbate in the ladies room. I wanted to feel you inside me. The men who watch my webcam suggested I stalk you, so I did. I've been following you home from work the last couple weeks. I know where you live. I know where your kids go to school and I know where Kim works. Oh yes Kim, she's a hottie. I'd like to have her join us some time. You can watch while I fuck her with my baton. I'll make her my bitch just like you're my bitch. I'll make her eat your cum out of my asshole. You'd like that wouldn't you James?" 

All her dirty talk and the depths of her depravity had me both disgusted and aroused. She knew my cock was swelling. She was taking it deep inside, and the head was brushing her cervix. She climbed off me and told me to kneel and open my mouth. I refused at first and she hit me in the ribs with the baton. I immediately knelt and opened my mouth. She stuck that baton into my mouth and told me to suck it. As my lips closed around the baton, she reached down and started fingering herself furiously while she was fucking the baton in and out of my mouth. 

Just when I had started to establish a rhythm of sucking on the baton, she withdrew it and moved into position behind me. A few seconds later, I felt its hard knob pressing against my tight asshole. "No!" I screamed, but she shoved some of the baton inside me any way. It was so painful I thought it was tearing a hole in my body. 

"Relax," she said. "It's only the first couple inches. I can take about 10 myself." 

I was in agony as she slowly forced the invading baton deeper into my ass. As I relaxed it actually started feeling less painful. Delia reached around to play with my balls, but now she was also inching the baton deeper. It started feeling good. 

I moaned as she moved it deeper and working it in and out of my recently deflowered ass. Delia was sucking at my neck as I got into a rhythm again and started to push back against the baton. I was going crazy with lust and couldn't take much more of this. 

Suddenly, Delia pulled the baton out of me. She commanded me to lie on my back again, then she climbed onto my stiff fuck pole and started riding me. Her cunt was soaked and my pubes were getting damp as her juices leaked out of her. Her pace increased and I could feel my own orgasm building. 

"Fuck me James! I'm cumming again! Oh shit! Yeah, pound me with your hard cock! I bet Kim has never fucked you like this has she? No but now I think you're going to ask her to aren't you? Yeah, I'm going to be there to watch. Me and all my internet friends. I'm going to set up a webcam feed and let everyone watch as I fuck you and your wife with my baton." 

That did it for me. I shouted "I'm cumming!" and shot my load deep into Delia's pussy. It felt like such a release and it was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. Delia came on me as well, riding me to another orgasm of her own. She climbed off me and brought her freshly fucked cunt up to my face. 

"Clean me up before the Thyssen guy gets here." 

I no longer needed to be whipped with the baton. Delia had made me her bitch. I licked that pussy clean, and loved doing it. I was her bitch now. How was I going to explain this to Kim? 

The end 

Stay tuned for part 2.



The Security Guard Fucked My Wife



This is a continuation of a previous story called "The Security Guard Fucked Me". If you have not read that story, I suggest that you do that first before continuing with this one. The events of this story occur roughly 3 hours after the first story concluded.

This story features M voy, FF, NC.

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I was an absolute mess as I pulled in to my driveway a few hours after I finally escaped the elevator and Delia. She had taken me against my will, and the scary thing was that I liked it. During my trip home, I played it over again in my mind. I was ashamed at how easily I was subdued and aroused by Delia. Now, sitting in my driveway with an erection that would not subside, and the smell of Delia's perfume and sex juices still on my clothes, I was paralyzed with fear. If my wife Kim was still awake, I was fairly certain that she would smell Delia on me. If she was asleep, I could shower and try to clear my head, hopefully enough to figure out what to do next. However, sitting here in my driveway, I couldn't tell if she was asleep or awake because the shades were all drawn. I did not want to fuck this up.

Then I had a brainwave: I could just go to a bar and kill a couple more hours. Kim was expecting me home though. Shit... I had come to the realization too late that I had just parked in the driveway. 'No, it's ok. My plan is a good one. I just need to get rid of this boner and get some time to process the most exciting sexual experience of my life.'

I climbed out of my car and locked it, then started walking east towards the Toasty Tiger, a local watering hole that was 20 minutes away on foot.

When I arrived, I took a seat at the bar. Thankfully my erection had subsided with the walk and the cool night air. I pulled out my phone and texted Kim.

'I'm at the Toasty Tiger for a pint. Be home later.'

She replied almost instantly. 'I thought I heard the car in the driveway earlier. You ok?'

'I'm still shaken by the elevator experience and need some time to calm down,' I wrote back.

'Ok, don't drink too much because I have to work tomorrow, so you're looking after the kids, and then we've got baseball practice tomorrow evening.'

'K love you'

Whew! I dodged a bullet there. I ordered a scotch and looked around. Apart from the bartender and a waitress, the only other people here were a couple guys at the bar, and a group of young people at a table. I down my first scotch quickly and ordered a second.

After my fourth scotch, I had calmed down, and not surprisingly, I was feeling no pain. I settled up and walked (ok staggered) home. After fumbling with my keys in the lock, I managed to gain entry. All the lights were off inside, so I was home free.

I went to the basement to shower. As I was undressing, I looked in the mirror and got a big surprise! Delia had left a hickey on my neck! I dimly recalled her sucking on my neck at some point. However, the hickey wasn't the only mark; my arms, legs and abdomen showed red welts that were on their way to becoming bruises. How was I going to explain this to Kim?

My panic returned, along with my arousal. For some reason, I found myself recalling how it felt when Delia sodomized me with her baton. I touched my cock and sniffed my fingers, savouring the scent of our juices. As I was replaying the whole elevator rape in my head, my prick became rigid. I stroked myself, remembering how it felt to be buried balls deep in Delia's gooey gash. Fuck it! I needed to masturbate.

I stepped into the shower, started the water, then began to jerk off. I lathered up some soap and began to stroke myself, replaying the earlier scenes in my head. I even shoved a couple fingers up my ass and fucked myself. When I got to the part where she made me eat my cum out of her freshly fucked cunt, I came again, shooting ropes of my jism on the shower wall.

After my orgasm, my cock deflated and I began to feel shame at what I had done. I finished showering, cleaned up after myself and slowly climbed upstairs.

As I reached the top of the landing I had another brainwave. Maybe if I "fell" down the stairs, I'd have an excuse for the welts and bruises. I contemplated this for a couple minutes, weighing the pros and cons in my drunken mind. I could see no other way around it, so I purposely tried to go down three steps. As expected, I missed and tumbled down the stairs and landed in a heap at the bottom of the landing.

As you can imagine, the racket woke my family, and Kim and the kids rushed out of their respective bedrooms to investigate the noise. They found me lying face down on the landing, moaning in pain. I honestly thought I had broken something.

"Oh my god James! What happened?"

"Ow, I think I missed a step somewhere."

My youngest asked if I was ok.

"I think I might have broken something."

"Don't move. I'll get an ambulance." Kim rushed back to our room and I could hear her reporting my "accident" and providing our address to the operator.

My oldest brought me a glass of water and helped me drink it while we awaited the ambulance. Kim called her mom and explained what had happened and could she meet us at the hospital to take over caring for the kids.

The ambulance arrived and things got a little bit fuzzy. I drifted in and out of consciousness as they loaded me into the back of the vehicle. The next several hours were a haze of painkillers and unconsciousness and doctors and Kim looking concerned and EMTs and scotch and Delia's hairy pussy and elevators not working and Delia telling me she was going to fuck my wife.

When I came to, Kim was curled up in the chair beside the bed. I called out to her.

She stirred, yawned and then came over to the bed. "Relax James. You're in the hospital."

"What happened?"

"You fell down the stairs at home. I guess you were really drunk. We'll talk about that later by the way mister. Anyway, you broke your left arm and wrist, and you've sprained your right ankle. You also have a concussion. The EMT says it could have been worse and we're lucky we didn't move you."

I told Kim I was in pain and thirsty, so she went to fetch the nurse and returned with some water. After I took a gulp, she resumed speaking. "You must have passed out from the shock. The EMTs roused you and managed to get you into a stretcher. You were babbling about batons and scotch and elevators. The EMT gave you something to help with the pain and brought you here. They set your bones and treated you and you've been asleep for 10 hours."

"The kids?"

"They're with my parents. You know mom; she's spoiling them. She's taking them out for ice cream."

"Good," I said. I smiled weakly at her, but her face looked grave.

"You'll be ok, and the doctors say you're going to be released in a couple days. Can you tell me anything else about last night?"

"Not really Hun. It's kind of fuzzy after I texted you from the Tiger."

She sighed and said, "Fine. Get some rest. We'll talk later."

I spent the next several hours fading in and out of consciousness.

The next day (Sunday) I felt better and more lucid. My mother brought my kids in to visit. Kim returned to work for a half day. By that evening I ached everywhere, but felt much better and was looking forward to going home.

The next morning I was released and Kim brought me home. She said she had to go to work for half the day again, and then out and run a couple errands, but would be back in the afternoon.

I was asleep when she returned. She woke me and said we needed to talk.

"James, how did you get that hickey?"

I'm not sure what I looked like at that moment, but the feeling of being caught and having all my shame catch up to me was indescribable. My heart rate increased and the panic must have been clearly written all over my face. Oh my god! I'm caught! What do I do?

Stupid me, I decided to play dumb. "What do you mean Kim?"

"The hickey that's on your neck. Where did it come from?" I could hear the anger rising in her voice. Her face was getting red, nostrils flaring.

"I must have done it in the fall," I said half-heartedly, but I could tell she wasn't buying it. In fact, it seemed to make her angrier.

"No James, you don't get hickeys from falling. Who is she?"

"Delia..."

She cut me off. "That security guard?!?"

"Yes but you don't understan..."

"Oh I understand completely. How long?"

"How long what Kim?"

"How long have you been fucking her?" This question was punctuated by her hitting the cast on my arm, which was painful, but the anger and hurt in her eyes shattered me.

Then, without waiting for an answer she told me she couldn't look at me and stormed out. I heard the car squeal out of the driveway. I lay there in shock and dismay, turning it over in my mind. If only I'd been honest about it instead of lying and covering up. That regret was absolutely huge.

I kept thinking about what I'd say to Kim to make it up to her. Obviously I was now going to tell her the truth about the elevator and my attempts to cover it up. Hell, I'd even tell her about my little masturbation session before I threw myself down the stairs.

Over the next several hours I tried Kim's cell, but kept getting an 'unavailable' message. About 6pm my mother rolled in with the kids. I barely kept it together as I talked with her and my kids. I had a hard time answering when my mother in law Claire asked what was wrong. I said I was tired and sore and needed to rest, so she left.

I went upstairs and tried to contact Kim again, but didn't have any luck. I told my eldest to take care of her younger sister because I was going to lie down for a while.

I took a couple painkillers and went to bed, feeling like I had been hit by a truck.

I was awoken Tuesday morning by my mother asking if I felt any better. I said I still felt rough and could she take the kids after school so that I could get one more day of rest before I needed to return to work. She asked why Kim wasn't helping out more.

I must have taken a really long pause because Claire had to repeat the question. I swallowed hard and fumbled my way through an excuse about her work needing extra attention. It had been 24 hours since I had heard from my wife!

Hesitantly, I asked Claire if she had heard from Kim. "Not since you got home from the hospital James. Give her my love when you see her. Gotta go. Feel better."

Ok, so she wasn't at her mother's. Maybe she was at work. I called her direct line and got her machine. Then I called the general line and asked to get transferred to Debbie, a lady who sits nearby.

According to Debbie, she had not been in to her office today or yesterday. Now I was starting to panic. I had been thinking at first that she was likely just out blowing off steam somewhere. But surely she would have notified her mom or work if she needed a break.

I hobbled to the bathroom to have a shower and compose myself. When I returned to my room, there was a text waiting for me from a number I didn't recognize. My heart sank as I read it.

"3:30 today. 340 Price Ave, apartment 402. Come alone. If you go to the cops, there will be 'consequences'"

The realization that Delia had my wife dawned on me slower than you might imagine. I stared at it dumbly for what seemed like hours while I struggled to grasp what the message meant. Once I connected the dots to Kim's apparent disappearance, it again took ages to really tie that to Delia, the only person in recent memory who had threatened my wife.

Once my brain cleared that last hurdle though, it went a mile a minute, formulating plans, only to discard them as unworkable. I made up hundreds of scenarios, but each one seemed to be doomed to failure. Eventually I came to the realization that if I went to the police, something worse than kidnapping might happen to my wife. Besides, I reasoned that I might be able to negotiate with Delia. She seemed to be infatuated with me; maybe I could use it to my advantage.

I made up my mind to go to the specified address at the appointed time.

I arrived outside a modest mid-rise apartment in an ugly part of town an hour early. I felt so anxious, frightened and nervous, but I wanted to scope it out first. I sat in a coffee shop across the street from the building and observed people coming and going. By 3:25 I still had not seen any sign of either Kim or Delia, so I decided to keep my appointment.

My hands were shaking as I opened the outer door, and again when I stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the fourth floor. The elevator doors closed, and I ascended in silence. When the doors opened on the fourth floor, I was greeted by a dimly lit hallway. The carpet had seen better days, and there were a few rips in the outdated wallpaper. 

To my left I saw apartment 401 so I started in that direction. Around the corner, I stopped in front of the door marked 402. I put my ear up to the door, but could not hear any noise coming from inside. I stood there, paralyzed with excitement, fear, shame, lust, anger, concern. All of these competing emotions kept me rooted in place. I needed to knock on the door, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. 


Around the corner I heard another door open and close. A moment later, I heard the elevator ding, and then the doors close. I was again alone in the hallway, hovering outside the door. I began to second-guess myself; should I leave and call the cops? I mean I knew they should be right inside this apartment. 


Still, another part of me wanted to deal with this without police involvement. I would rescue my wife by myself. I figured that I had something over Delia (after all, she had assaulted me in the elevator). 

I steeled myself and knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked louder. Still no answer. Hesitantly, I tried the knob and it turned. The door opened into a dingy hallway. The apartment looked and felt empty; there was no furniture in my line of sight, no shoes or coats in the hallway, no background noise, nothing. I ventured further down the hall and walked past the kitchen. Again, it seemed empty. 

I crossed the living room into another corridor that had two doors at the end of it. I opened the left door and found the bathroom, again empty. The only other door was the one across the hallway. I opened it slowly. 

There was a chair in the middle of the room, with a laptop placed on the seat. Perched on the top of the laptop, I could see a webcam with a flashing red light. There was a sticky note on the laptop screen. I stepped towards the laptop and read the note, which simply said "WAKE ME UP".

I tapped the mousepad and the laptop came to life. The desktop appeared, and then a popup window appeared. Kim was tied to a bed! She was naked and splayed out. Her arms and legs were tied to the bedposts. She was gagged, and appeared to be asleep. Mercifully, she didn't appear to be injured from what I could tell. 

Then Delia strode into the frame, also naked holding the baton. 

"Hello James. I met Kim on her way to work yesterday and invited her over to my place."

"Delia, you let her go this instant. Kim!"

"There's no use in shouting James. She's out – I gave her some chloroform to knock her out because she was being rather uncooperative with me."

"Delia, I swear I will destroy you! Let her go."

"I don't think so James. Remember in the elevator when I said I was going to fuck your wife with my baton and make you watch?"

I remained silent. 

"James, do you remember that? I want to hear you say it." 

I continued to remain silent. She stepped towards Kim, laying unconscious on the bed, and once she was standing over her torso, raised the baton above her head like she was about to begin hitting my wife in the ribs with it. 

I broke my silence. "Wait! Delia wait! Yes I remember you saying that."

"Saying what James?"

"Saying that you were going to...going to...going to fuck my wife with the baton while I watched."

She smiled, seemingly pleased with herself. Her eyes twinkled. "And what else did I say I was going to do James?"

"You said you would make her eat my cum out of you."

"Out of where?"

"I believe you said...uh...out of your asshole."

She squealed, "Very good James. You have a very good memory for detail. What do you guys think?"

What? Who was she talking to? 

Then I started to hear faint dings through the laptop speakers. She stepped towards the computer and webcam on her end. She got close to the cam and I could tell she was reading responses. She was obviously broadcasting this and people were observing and now commenting. 

She said, "Yes Elmer69, she is the best looking yet. Yes...No...No, she's the wife of somebody I know from work. No Ted123inOKC, she didn't come willingly. Yes UncleBobby694U, I did fuck her husband, and no I don't have the video of it. No of course not you idiot, it would incriminate me." 

I spoke up, "Delia, you don't have to do this. Just let her go and we can forget this whole thing."

"Hold on everyone, James is talking at me." Her face suddenly loomed large in the frame. "What were you saying James?"

"Delia, I was asking you to let her go. You can let her go and we'll just walk away from it all. We won't go to the cops or anything. Just please, don't hurt Kim. Tell me where you are and I will come and get her, then you never need to see us again." 

"Nope, I don't think so James. I'm having too much fun."

I had a brainwave. This was now beyond me to fix. I would go to the cops and spill it and tell them to look at the elevator security footage from Friday as my proof. 

However, since I am not a hostage negotiator by trade, in my triumph at my awesome thought, I made the mistake of explaining my brainwave to her and threatened to expose her to the cops. She laughed at me. I asked why she was laughing. "From where I'm standing Delia, you're as good as caught." 

She left frame again and returned a moment later holding a piece of paper. The name and other details were crossed out, but the words "RAPE KIT administered 09/25/14" and "Tested positive for seminal fluid" were clearly highlighted. 

"I went and got a rape kit done after our little encounter in the elevator on Friday. So I believe that you will keep your mouth shut and will not go to the cops. You are going to cooperate with me James, or you will find yourself somebody's bitch in prison. And that won't be as pleasant as when you were my bitch in the elevator."

Turning her attention back to the screen, she said, "Alright gang, who wants to see me fuck this fine lady with Leroy?" After a moment, she said, "OK, and who wants to see James masturbate while he watches me fuck his bitch with Leroy? OK, I knew you'd be into it Ted123inOKC. Really Darrel, you want to watch him jerk off too? OK, different strokes I guess."

Turning her attention back to me, she said, "Strip James, naked. I want you to watch me fuck Kim here with this big black motherfucker. And I want you to jerk yourself while you watch. And if you can cum before Kim does, I will release her to you. However, if she cums first, she is still mine. Got it?"

I remained in stunned silence. She must have taken that for assent. 

She approached the bed and waved something (must have been smelling salts) in front of Kim's face. I saw Kim begin to come around slowly. Then her eyes opened wide and she looked around and saw Delia. She let out a low groan, and struggled against her restraints. I called out to her, "Kim! Kim, are you ok?

"James? James? James, help me!"

Now Delia spoke up. "Easy there Kim. James isn't here. He's watching us from an undisclosed location." She smiled to herself at this little pun. "And my regular viewers, plus several hundred newbies, have decided to come and watch this feed too. I'd tell you to wave hi to our audience, but you seem to be a little tied up at the moment." Again, another smile to herself. She was enjoying this and appeared to be playing it up to her audience too. 




The Security Guard Fucked My Wife



"You let me go you bitch!"

"Now now Kim, let's have some manners please. I have no intention of letting you go just yet. Before you awoke, I made an agreement with your husband about the terms of your release. What was our agreement James?"

Kim turned to look at the camera (I can assume there was a screen there so she could see me). I could see the confusion and terror in her eyes. 

"James sweetheart. What was our agreement? Tell her what you agreed to."

"I didn't agree to anything Delia. Let go of her this instant and tell me where you are or I'll..."

"Or you'll what James? Rape me again like you did in the elevator on Friday?"

"That's a god damned lie Delia. You raped me! Kim, honey. Kim, she raped me. I was too ashamed to tell you so I threw myself down the stairs to try and save you the worry and frustration. Kim, you've gotta believe me. I'm coming for you..."

WHACK!!!! Delia smashed the baton down on Kim's left thigh. My wife let out a monstrous yelp of pain. 

In a calm voice, Delia repeated her question. "James sweetheart. What was our agreement? Tell her what you agreed to."

She raised the baton again. "Ok Delia, you win. Kim, she told me that I need to strip and watch her fuck you. If I can cum first, she will release you to me. However, she said that if you cum first, you will continue to remain with her."

Kim gasped in horror. Turning to look at Delia, she said, "Please just let me go. Please." 

In response, Delia bent down close to Kim's face and whispered something. Then she began kissing my wife. 

Where Delia had been rough and forceful with me, she was tender and gentle with Kim. I could see that my wife continued to struggle against her restraints, but that didn't seem to phase Delia who would occasionally come up for air, only to begin kissing again. Gradually I noticed that Kim's struggles became less violent. At one point Delia touched a remote on the nightstand near the bed and the camera angle changed. 

Suddenly I was looking at a camera that was pointing at Kim's head and I could definitely see that Kim was now allowing Delia's tongue inside her mouth. I watched in a mix of horror, fascination and lust as my wife's resistance crumbled and she began to actively return the kisses of her tormentor. Delia cupped my wife's face with one hand and the kiss turned lusty. 

Meanwhile, her free hand was also busy moving all over my wife's beautiful naked body; it was up near her breasts, massaging them and tweaking the nipple. Then it was down at her mid-section grazing gently over the soft belly flesh. Kim's nipples hardened and the kiss became deeper. Then the hand disappeared out of frame. 

The kisses continued with Kim now actively kissing Delia back, sucking the probing tongue into her mouth and shoving her own tongue into Delia's mouth. Both women were now moaning. 

Delia broke the kiss and reached towards the nightstand. In a moment, the camera angle changed back to the original camera angle. Kim's legs were spread open and Delia was working on her slit. The camera zoomed and I could see two fingers holding open my wife's labia while another diddled her clit. The camera zoomed even further, then zoomed back out to achieve focus, and now I could clearly see Kim's wetness. 

Kim's moans got louder as Delia slid a finger inside her damp fuck hole. Suddenly the angle changed again and I got to watch Kim devouring Delia's tits. Delia was cupping a tit and holding it out. Kim was raising her head and taking the nipple in her mouth, then trying to suck the entire tit in there. Delia groaned with pleasure and told Kim how good she was at this. 

Then Delia turned and faced the camera. Smiling, she said, "James, you'd better get started. Remember our agreement."

That shook me out of my daze as I remembered what she had said about if I came first. However, it looked like she had a sizable lead on me, as she had already broken down Kim's defenses and was now busy fingering her. 

I stripped down and freed my cock from my underwear. It was only semi-hard because of the horror of the situation. The fact that there was also an audience also got up in my head a bit. However, I stood there with my cast on my left arm and tried to will myself to get hard. This proved to be a difficult task. While the scene playing out on the computer screen in front of me was indeed hot, all the conflicting emotions, not to mention the fact that Kim had surrendered to Delia so easily, made it very difficult to focus. 

Then Delia was off the bed and back at the laptop. Kim looked at the camera with a determined look, as if trying to tell me something, then averted her eyes and looked elsewhere. 

Delia was saying, "Yes, I know. Yes she does seem to love it TomK. I know LunarGirl. I wish you were here too. Plasterscene, that guy trying to get hard is this woman's husband. And no, I don't know why he has a cast on. Hold on and I'll ask him." Looking directly at the camera, she asked, "James, some of our viewers want to know why you're wearing a cast. They wonder if I did that to you on Friday." 

"Fuck you Delia!" I spat with as much venom as I could muster. 

She didn't respond, but returned her attention to the laptop. "Sorry I couldn't get you an answer Plasterscene. Yes Biff, she is wet. She's so fucking wet. No LadyShadow, I'm not going to announce what I'm going to do next. You'll just have to watch I guess. Yes JorgeBigPenis, I'm wet too. She has me all hot and bothered. Hold on CountBlackula69, I'll ask her." She turned around and looked at Kim, still tied to the bed and asked, "Kim dear, CountBlackula69 wants to know if you are a squirter."

Kim looked at Delia and said nothing. After a moment, Delia turned back to the laptop and said, "I guess that's something else we will need to find out. OK, that's enough Q&A for right now. I'd better get back to it. Oh, and James, you'd better get started. Judging by your softie, you're still a long way off. Do me a favour lover; think about last Friday when you sank your cock balls deep into my sopping wet pussy. That should get you started." Turning to look at Kim, she said, "Where were we? Oh yes, right about here."

Then she rejoined Kim on the bed and changed the angle on the camera so I was looking t their faces again. Delia sidled up to her planted another gentle kiss on my wife's lips. Again, it looked like Kim was defying her, but as Delia's kisses and touches persisted, her resolve crumbled. 

Within moments she was again returning the kisses, moaning at the touches and now bucking her hips against Delia's exploring hands. Meanwhile, I was still encountering a lot of trouble trying to get hard enough to begin masturbating. 

Delia climbed off the and stepped out of frame for a moment. When she returned, she was holding the baton. She got on the other side of the bed so as not to obstruct the view, then proceeded to get on all fours and crawl between Kim's legs. She bent her head down and began tonguing my wife's delicate flower. In a moment, Kim was writhing and moaning on the bed. 

Delia continued to lick and suck at her moist honey pot, licking up one side of the labia, tonguing at the clit on top, then working her way down the other side. After a few more passes, she paused and looked up into the camera, and said, "I think she's getting close James. Better hurry up."

From the bed and slightly muffled, I heard Kim wail, "Yes James, hurry up please!" However, I still wasn't able to get hard. It seemed that everything was conspiring to keep me flaccid. Delia licked around her slit again, this time spending more time tongue-fucking her hole, then turned to look at the computer screen again. 

"Hmm. It seems I'm going to need to give you more inspiration James. I believe you remember Leroy." She brandished the large black baton, then suddenly she jammed it up inside my wife. 

Kim screamed in pain. She writhed in agony and tried to back away from the invading phallus. But since she was secured to the bed, there was only so far she could do. 

Delia bent down and began to lick Kim's clit, as she let the big black baton simply rest inside my wife. My cock finally began to respond as I recalled my own encounter with "Leroy". 

As Kim's cries of pain began to lessen, Delia continued to lick her clit and now began to move the baton in and out of her pussy. Once again, my wife's body betrayed her (ironically just as mine had betrayed me to the very same duo of woman and baton). Kim's attempts to escape stopped. Then the moans returned. Then she began to buck her hips back against the baton. 

My prick was now quite stiff and I began to stroke myself. The sheer eroticism of seeing my wife violated and loving it was turning me on. Delia backed away and now kneeled on the bed in a more upright position. From this position, she was able to get better leverage, and began thrusting the baton in and out of my wife's soaking pussy. 

Based on the sounds escaping Kim; the moans and groans, she was getting close. But I was still a ways off. 

"You like this don't you Kim? I know you do because your cunt is on fire. I bet James never fucks you like this does he. You should have seen how hard he came in my pussy when I told him about wanting to fuck you with this baton. He shot a big load deep inside me." At this point Kim groaned loudly. Delia bent down again and tongued her clit while continuing to pummel her hole with the baton. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, she is so wet I think we do indeed have a squirter on our hands here. I think I'm going to make her squirt all over Leroy here. James, how are you doing?" She turned to look at the computer on her end. "Nice to see you finally joining us James. I told you I'd fuck your wife with my baton didn't I. And you loved it didn't you? Tell me. Tell Kim. Tell the audience how hard you came inside of me in the elevator when I suggested fucking Kim with Leroy here." 

I stayed silent but continued to stroke up and down my rigid pole. When I said nothing, Delia pulled the baton out and held it up like she was going to hit Kim again. I needed to say something so Kim would not get hurt again, so I signed and admitted how much it turned me on to hear about Delia wanting to fuck my wife. 

"That's what I wanted to hear James. Now you'd better hurry up because I think she's about to cum."

Indeed, Kim said, "Hurry up James. Cum for me. I don't want to stay ohh....." Delia had reinserted the baton and had bent down to pay attention to her clit. I tried to work furiously to bring myself off. However, I was also jacking off with my wrong hand (I'm a lefty), so it felt a little strange.

"Ugghh god I'm so close! Pleeeeease hurry James!"

"Fight it Kim! I'm not there yet."

"Nooo get your tongue off my clit. It feels sooo good. Ughh Please. No more."

Delia redoubled her efforts and rapidly worked that baton in and out, fucking my wife forcefully with it. 

With a sobbing gasp that I know all too well, Kim tensed up and went silent. Delia shouted in triumph, "She's coming!!! Oh my god she's coming! That's it baby, soak my big black baton. You like getting fucked by me don't you?" 

Kim shook her head and let out a long low grunt that told me she was squirting. Sure enough, Delia crowed, "Yes folks, she is squirting. She's cumming so hard that she is squirting right now. God, my bed is soaked! That's it baby, take it all. Your husband never makes you cum like this does he? No, he's so disappointing he couldn't even cum to save you. Look at him."

Kim's frantic motions finally ceased and she fell back on the bed, spent. Delia said, "Look at him Kim. He can't even cum to save you."

My humiliation and shame were immense as I stood there, softening prick in hand. Kim looked up at me for a moment, then looked away in disgust. 

Delia hopped off the bed and returned to the laptop. She read some of the comments for a while, then said, "Thanks for watching everyone. I have a few things to do so I'm going to sign off for now. But I'll be back on tomorrow and will fill you in on the details. "

After a moment, she turned back to the camera and said, "It looks like you haven't cum yet James. How about we take care of that for you?" 

She walked out of frame again. I stood there, looking at my wife tied to the bed. She was sobbing softly. I called out to her, but she ignored me. 

A couple minutes later I heard the door to the apartment open and suddenly Delia was in the room with me, fully clothed and holding that baton. 

She smiled and said, "Come with me."

To be concluded...



The Security Guard's Memoir's #1



This story is completely a work of fiction. Any resemblance, in whole or in parts, to situations or persons is entirely coincidental. If you have any constructive criticism or comments, please drop me a line. Also, please vote! Thanks, and enjoy.

 #1 – The Pool Incident!

"These stories were related to me from my uncle. He has spent over thirty years working as a security guard in one form or another. From mall security to personal protection, from corporate security to high profile concerts, from floor walking to private investigations, he has done it all. He kept very detailed notes, and when the situation required, even more detail incident reports. He loved to tell stories, and when it came to the "Interesting" events, I was a very avid listener. My uncle, now 50+, and retired, still is an impressive man. He stands 6'3", and weighs in, now, at about 225lbs. He has won several amateur boxing titles, and at one time could bench more than twice his weight. With thinning charcoal hair, and eyes like steel, he is quite a package."

It was middle of summer in the lower mainland of British Columbia. I worked as a Mobile Patrol driver for a fairly sizable security firm. One of my duties was to patrol the provincial and city operated outdoor pools. They were all closed at nine, and no one, not even the staff, should be there after nine thirty. 

It was not uncommon for teens to jump the fence, and go for a late night swim. I loved this job. It was not unusual to see some barely clothed young women, even some not so young. It was about three in the morning when I arrived at this one pool. This pool was up high than the rest of the neighborhood. I got out of my car, and started toward the pool.

As I was walking I could hear the splashing of water, the laughter of at least two females. I worked my way to the fence line, and discovered that there were two women, perhaps in their late teens, or early twenty's swimming in the pool. There was a pair of towels right inside the fence, next to a pile of clothes. I also saw what looked like a large bottle of booze. The fence door here was hidden from the view of the pool by the change rooms, so I went around, and quietly let myself in.

I walked around the corner, and shone my flashlight into the pool, surprising the two ladies with my deep voice, "ALL RIGHT, LADIES! IT'S TIME TO GET OUT OF THE POOL!" They both shrieked with surprise, and stopped still, and stared at me. "Ladies," I said, "I am Security for this pool. It is after hours, and you are trespassing. Please get out of the water."

I watched them swim over to the ladder, keeping my flashlight on them. As they climbed out of the pool, I was surprised. These two were better looking than most of the women I find in the pools. Both were tanned, muscular, and both had fairly large breasts, and long, blonde hair. As they made their way over to their towels, I confirmed that they had a bottle of Rum with them!

"Now then ladies. I see you are also drinking in a public place. I think I should call the police." 

I watched them, as they yelled "NO." They both began to ask me not to, when I interrupted them.

"Ladies, please, be quiet!" I commanded. My size was intimidating, I'm sure. They both fell silent, instantly, watching me looking at them. "I might be convinced to forget that I found you here, but first, I am going to need to see some ID." They both reached for their purses, which were lying with their clothes. I enjoyed watching them, as they each fished around, and held out a piece of ID. I copied the names and address into my note book, and then looked at the two women, who I now knew to be Denise and Stefanie, and said, "Ladies, Denise, Stefanie, it goes something like this. I have found you here, trespassing and drinking in public. We have two ways of handling this incident. The first is the obvious, proper solution. That is for me to call the police. The second, well, let's just say the second would be for the two of you to try and convince me that I don't want to call the police."

I watched them closely, and could see that they weren't sure of what I meant. I smiled, and Stefanie spoke first, "Sir, what do you mean?" She looked at me, as did Denise, with a confused expression on her face.

"Stefanie," I replied, "it is quite simple. I believe it could be said that I am taking advantage of the situation. I will give you both a choice. You can either deal with the police, or you can deal with me." They still had confused expressions on their faces, so I continued. "How old are you, Denise?"

"19."

"Stefanie?"

"21."

"Good," I said, "You will both strip naked and do what ever I tell you to for the next 90 minutes." They both screamed with indignation, and a little fear, I think.

"You can't do this!" exclaimed Stefanie.

"I will not!" replied Denise.

"Ladies, it is your choice. What to you think the police will do, if I were to call them right now? Trespassing and drinking in public are two things that the police take seriously. It is up to you. Remember, if you try to run away, I have you names, and addresses, so I can always call the police and bring them to your door!" I loved the scared looks that these two young women had on their faces. It made me even hornier! "Well, ladies, what shall it be?" I asked, staring at them. They looked at each other, then back at me.

"Sir, I am willing to do as you ask," replied Stefanie, "but, I must confess that while I am not a virgin I am not so uninhibited to not be a little afraid." Denise was nodding her head, in agreement with Stefanie.

"Stefanie, Denise, I will not hurt you. Yes, I want you, both of you, and yes, I am not giving you much of a choice, but I will not hurt you. I intend to get my dick good and hard, and then fuck you one at a time. I am sure you will enjoy it!"

Both of the girls jumped at my language, and I grinned, "Well, then, I think it is time for me to see exactly what it is that you are offering me, what you will use to convince me not to call the police."

Stefanie looked me in the eye, and with a slight blush, reached around behind her back, and undid her bikini strap. She let it fall away, revealing her smooth breasts. They were beautiful, round and firm, with nipples that were already puckered, and hard. She looked over at Denise, and smiled, "Your turn, Deni."

Denise glanced at her, then looked down at her feet, and followed Stefanie's example. Her breasts were slightly smaller, and her nipples weren't quite as big, but they were still beautifully shaped, and about a handful. 

God! What a night. It was clear, and the moon and stars provided the only light by which we had to see by. Standing in front of me were two gorgeous women, naked to the waste, and damn! But they were hot! My dick was getting hard, and it was tough for me to stand back, and not attack them.

"Ladies, you still haven't convinced me that the police might not be needed."

That was all I had to say. They glanced at each other, then, at the same time, they turned around, and bent over. God, but their asses were wonderful. Each grabbed her bikini, and keeping their buts to me, slowly, teasingly, pulled them down and off their legs. They stood back up, and turned to face me.

I was in heaven! I couldn't help but stare. I was about to speak, when Stefanie said, "Well, SIR, do you like what you see before you?"

I nodded, and smiled, "Yes, Stefanie, I do like what I see before me. Come over here." I replied. They walked towards me, and I had them stop just out of my reach. I reached out, and ran a hand over each of their chests. Nice, smooth, silky skin, tipped with taunt, hard nipples. I turned, and unlocked the change rooms. I waved them forward, and once we were inside, I said, "Denise, I would like you to unbutton my shirt, and take it off. Stefanie, while she is doing that, I would like you to undo my pants, and take them off."

The ladies went right to work, doing as they were told. Denise came up, and stood to one side slightly, so as to provide Stefanie with room to get to my pants. Denise slowly unbuttoned by shirt, and ran her hands on my chest. Stefanie, mean while was unzipping my fly, and had started to pull my slacks down. I looked down at her as she gasped. She had just discovered how large I was. I must say, that while I am not huge, I am above average, around 9 inches or so, and my cock is quite thick. I have yet to have complaints!

"Stefanie, you must take my cock out, and I would like you to give me a blow job! Now!" 

Stefanie looked up at me, and replied, meekly, "Yes, Sir!" She pulled my pants down, taking my boxers with them. As my cock sprang free, Stefanie gasped again. Then I gasped, as I felt her hand close around my shaft. She started to pump my cock in her fist, slowly, tightly. God what a Feeling!

Mean while, Denise had my shirt off and was caressing my torso with her hands. I glanced at her, and reached a hand out, caressing her breasts, causing her to moan! I ran my hands over her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and then leaned down and sucking on them. I was in the perfect position, because not only could I feast on the succulent flesh of Denise's breasts, but I could also watch as Stefanie played with my cock. I moaned in unison with Denise, as we both started to get a little excited.

Stefanie drew my attention back to her, as she asked, "Sir, am I doing this right?" She was looking straight at me, giving me one of those sexy, bedroom looks.

"Stefanie," I replied, "I told you to suck my cock, not give me a hand job!" I made sure my voice had an edge to it. She stared into my eyes, holding my gaze, as she slowly opened her mouth wide, and took my cock deep into her mouth. HOLY FUCK! Her mouth was hot and wet, and I thought I would explode then and there!

She started to suck me hard and fast, and then Denise, who I had almost forgotten about, bit one of my nipples. The joint sensations caused me to explode, cumming deep in Stefanie's mouth. I groaned in pleasure, as Stefanie continued to suck, milking my cock until it stopped producing.

I reached down, and held her in place for a moment, prolonging the savoring the sensations of her warm, willing mouth. I pulled away, and glanced at Denise. "Soon, Denise, it will be your turn." Denise gave me a sexy little smile, and then said, "Yes, sir, anything you say sir!" I grinned back at her, and then I lied down, on my back.

"Stefanie, come up here, and let me have a feel of your beautiful breasts. Denise, it's your turn to get a mouthful of cum!" Without complaints, the girls switched places. Denise took over sucking on my cock, her mouth engulfing my engorged member, sucking deep into her throat. 

As Stefanie moved upwards, I moved her into position so that she was sitting on my chest. I pulled her forwards, so that she was leaning down, and her breasts were handing down right in front of my face. My hands began to wander over her body, learning it's curves, contours and it's sensitive spots. She liked having my hands caress her breasts, and the back of her neck was sensitive too. I sucked one nipple into my mouth, and at that second, I moaned, sending the vibrations over her nipples, causing her to moaning a counterpart to my own.

Denise, while not quite as skillful as Stefanie, still was a wonderful cocksucker. She was breathing though her nose, taking my shaft deep into her throat, using her tongue to path any part that she could reach. One hand was in use, pumping on the base of my cock, that what she couldn't get into her throat and mouth. The other hand had a grip on my balls, and was rhythmically squeezing and rolling them around in her hands. It was such a sensation that I was almost ready to cum again, and this in less than five minutes after cumming!

I reached down, and gripping Stefanie's ass, pulled her forward until she was now straddling my head. She looked down at me, shocked, "Sir, No, please, …" She couldn't finish, as I ran my tongue along the length of her slit! My god, she was wet. She was warm, wet, and god did she taste good. I ran my tongue around and around her lips, tasting, teasing. Stefanie was moaning, writhing in ecstasy. I used my hands to cup her ass, and pulled her tight against my mouth.

My tongue opened her lips, and found her clit. She was screaming with pleasure as I sucked her clit into my mouth. She reached down, and gripped my hair, holding me in place. Using my brute strength, I pulled back, and barked out, "Denise, ride me, fuck me, now!"

Denise did as she was told. As I sucked Stefanie's clit back into my mouth, Denise pulled my cock from her mouth, and with one smooth stroke, she impaled herself on my rock hard shaft. Her pussy was so warm, and so tight, that I groaned, sending great pleasure thought to Stefanie's clit. 

This wasn't going to last long. It was just to hot. The sensation that Denise's cunt was inflicting on my cock was too much. As she slammed herself down onto my member, thrust up into her. She was very quickly screaming, just like Stefanie.

Stefanie started to yell, "I am going to cum!" she said. 

I pulled back slightly, and let out a hoarse command, "Denise, Stefanie, I want you both to cum, NOW!"

With that, I dived back in, and bit Stefanie's clit, at the same time, I lifted my ass off the floor, thrust hard up into Denise. I heard them scream, and felt them both cum. God, that was one hell of a feeling. Stefanie's cum was streaming over my mouth and chin while Denise pussy milked my cock, clenching around it. Within seconds, I screamed, ejaculating deep inside Denise's pussy. I continued to pump for a few moments, completely emptying my cum into that warm fuck hole.

We collapsed on the floor, spent. I pulled them close, and said, "You have done well. You have convinced me not to call the police." 

I could feel their sigh of relief, and Stefanie spoke, "Thank you, Sir!"