0 comments/ 31491 views/ 4 favorites Security Guard By: HarryOrwell Security work can be so boring. I was on patrol, in my Ford Festiva, putting along, through the gated community. After 9PM, you might as well shut the place down. All the seniors are tucked in for the night. The most excitement is catching a couple of cheaters making out by the Rec Center after Bingo. Other than that, staying awake is a challenge. So, I was surprised to see the old Cadillac off the side of the road, with the lights on. I called the office and told them I would check it and let them know. It was a female, and I tapped on the glass with my flashlight. She was startled. "Are you okay, Ma'am?" She lowered her window, and I smelled the alcohol right away. She was in her sixties, attractive, wearing a black cocktail dress with plunging neckline, a string of pearls and gold hoop earring. Very put-together. And obviously drunk. "Oh, hello, I'm so glad you came by! I'm not sure where I'm going, I just moved in and got confused in the darkness!" She had a GPS in her hand, trying to program it, which is tough enough sober. She gave me her address, and she wasn't far off. I asked if she was okay to drive, and she assured me she was. If she left the car there, it would have been towed, either by the community or the town. If the cops came upon her, it would have been a DWI for sure. "Tell you what, we go nice and slow, follow me but not too close, and I'll lead you. If you start swaying, we stop, okay?" "Oh, thank you, Officer! This is so nice of you." "Well, I'm just security, but be careful, okay?" She agreed, and in 3 minutes, she pulled into her driveway and opened the garage, remotely. I called my office, told them everything was okay, and that I would be taking my break after this. I walked up to the garage to make sure she was okay to get in the house. She was climbing out of her car, the black dress pushed way up by the seat belt, and the tops of her stockings were exposed, quite a risque outfit for someone her age. "Are you okay now, Ma'am?" "Oh, yes! I really want to thank you! I promise, I'll remember next time." She stood, and I couldn't believe how tiny she was! With good-sized heels, she still only stood 5'3, and she held on to the car door to steady herself. "Yes, well, you should also be careful about how much you drink, if you plan on driving. Otherwise, use a car service." She lowered her head like a little girl being scolded. "I know, I was just... feeling sorry for myself. Moving here from New York is so different, so quiet. And it's 6 months since my husband passed." I felt rotten for reprimanding her. "I'm sorry to hear that. But just be careful, okay? We don't want you getting hurt, okay?" She smiled again, bright white teeth and I wondered if they were originals or caps. She had short grey hair, parted on the side. She brushed the hair away from her face, and I saw the light color of her eyes, very striking, pale blue. "You're very sweet. I hope I meet more people like you! But everyone is so old, and unfriendly!" "Well, I'm sure with a smile like that, you'll win them over!" She brightened. "That's so nice of you to say! You just made my night." I smiled. "You made mine, too. This was the most excitement I've had in a long time...at work I mean!" "I'm sure! It must get boring. And a long night!" "Yeah, I get a meal break, but that's about it, stuck in that little car." She nodded. "It must be cramped for a big guy like you!" (I'm 6'1, and 200 lb, not a light-weight) "I bet it feels good to stretch! When's your meal break?" "Right now, actually. I just phoned it in, I'll go grab a coffee or something." She grabbed my arm. "I have a better idea. I have coffee and could use a cup, too. It'll only take a minute." I held firm. "Jeez, thanks, but I really shouldn't..." "Nobody's gonna bother your car, and you have a two-way radio, so what is it? Do I look that frightening?" On the contrary, I thought. "Not at all, I just thought you'd want to get to bed at this hour. It's after midnight." "I won't turn into a pumpkin, and you have a long night ahead of you. Come on, I could use the company." I reluctantly let her lead me through the garage, into her den, as the door closed behind us. All the houses had the same floor plan, so I knew where I was. The kitchen was clean, since as she said, she had just moved in. Standing on those heels really accentuated her ass, made it look nice and tight, for any woman, never mind a sixty year old. She would be less than five feet in her stockinged feet, but had an awesome body, perfect for her height. We talked as she busied herself. Her name is Rhoda, this place was left to her by her brother, and since her husband died, she thought she'd try out a Senior Community, and she wasn't thrilled with all the old people, "just waiting to die." It sounded so sad when she said it, and I knew she wouldn't be living here long. Too bad, she was nice. "So, Billy, are you married?" "Divorced, just moved here 3 months ago, trying to re-establish my credit, pay old bills, along with alimony and child support for my son, he's 3." "Here I was complaining about being lonely, and you have it worse than me! I'm so sorry, Dear." She reached across and held my hand. "You must miss him a lot." "Yeah, thanks, weekends are the worst, no work so I sit around thinking." "Well, we'll have to do something about that! You come over, I'll make you a nice meal, we'll have a few drinks... just a few, I promise!" I smiled and saw she was holding my hand tightly. "That's nice of you, Rhoda." "But you won't do it, right? Someone your age can't have dinner with a woman my age? They do it all the time now!" "No, age has nothing to do with it. I think management would frown on fraternizing with the residents." She smiled coyly. "I bet if I was 21, you'd figure something out, right?" I squeezed her hand back. "Don't say that. Actually, I've always been attracted to the more mature woman." She threw back her head and laughed. "Well-said! Like a politician! Well, this mature woman thinks you're as cute as hell, and you make me laugh. If you don't come over, I'll report that you stole something from me!" I could see she was joking. "And what exactly did I steal?" She leaned forward and pulled my hand to her breast. "My heart, Silly! Feel how fast it's beating!" I felt alright. And she must have seen my eyes widen, because she moved it all over her chest. "Hmmm, am I making Mr. Security Guard blush? I think so!" I sure was, and the blood wasn't just rushing to my head. She held my hand to her lips and kissed it, sucking on my index finger. "I think I have Mr. Security Guard's attention, don't I?" With that, she stood from the counter stool and walked to me, and slid between my legs as I sat. Her face was just the right height, and she slid her arms around my neck ,and planted a kiss, with tongue. The first real kiss since my divorce celebration when I got lucky at a bar. Rhoda just molded herself to me, and I kissed back, sliding my tongue to meet hers. My eyes opened to see her watching me, as if waiting for something. She paused and said, "I haven't been with a man in a year." I couldn't imagine that, feeling so horny after 3 months, and I slid my hands around her waist, so tiny. "I guess we'll have to do something about that." One hand slid down to her tight ass and squeezed and she moved against me, giggling. Getting bolder, I slid my other hand to her tit, while the back hand went under the dress, lifting. Her tongue went crazy, slurping at mine, biting me, biting my neck as she climbed up my body on the stool. The dress slid easily, and it was over her head, showing black bra, panties, and garter belt! She was ready for action! She grabbed my arm now, still in heels. "In here." In her bedroom, she practically ripped my uniform shirt off and I dropped the pants in no time. She jumped on the bed, and wiggled out of her panties, a neatly trimmed bush smiled at me. My cock throbbed against my boxers and she tugged them down, spinning around and engulfing my head. I looked down, it was awesome, she was sucking for her life! I eased her off and laid her back. I knew I had to get back to work, and hated to rush, but it was time anyway, for me! And when I slid my head across her lips and felt her wetness, I knew she was primed, too. She looked so sexy in her black bra and net stockings. I plunged in, afraid I might hurt her, since she was so tiny, and my 7 inch cock looked so large entering her. She squealed with delight, shifting under me, getting me just right, then pulling me in, all the way to the hilt. She was kissing my neck again, saying how good it felt, how big I was, and she wiggled beneath me, stirring my pot, getting me boiling! In no time, I was pounding away, and she was screaming for more, harder, faster! She let out a roar into my ear, it was deafening, she just said "FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!" and collapsed just as I unleashed my wad of cum into her. Spurt after spurt, I laid there, feeling it ooze out, and finally soften as she kissed me, thanking me, again and again. I should have been thanking her. We dressed, hurriedly, and she poured my coffee into a travel cup, saying I could return it when I came for dinner. I was walking out her door in a glow when my two-way buzzed. "Car Two, back on duty!" Security Guard – A Hinglish Erotica Security Guard -- A Hinglish Erotica Satnam loved being a security guard. He was employed at the shopping mall for night shifts and loved it there. Not only did he get to "protect and serve" he also got to get check out every female that went in and out during his shifts. Being a very attractive man of 32, Satnam had never had trouble attracting the opposite sex's attention. He stood at a noticeable 6'2", with hard muscular build, broad shoulders and a very toned body. His black, short glossy hair and startling eyes were no competition for any woman, married or otherwise. His last relationship had ended on bad terms, so Satnam had not been with a woman for at least a month, and it was killing him. In his late teens, he couldn't let a minute pass by without thinking about sex or a day without jerking off. He was obsessed with his Lund. Sure, jerking off provided him with some much needed relief. But, masturbation is not nearly the same as touching, feeling, caressing, kissing, and fucking a woman, making her scream, sweat and cum.. Certainly, it is not nearly the same as making love. There are no fireworks when you jerk off. It was a Friday night and his shift was over in 2 hours. He had nothing to do and wasn't looking forward to going home. At least at the shopping mall he could watch the sometimes bra-less checkout chicks and flirt with them. But they were Lund-teasers and nothing more. So, when an unexpected visit from a shopper came later that night, he was beyond pleased, maybe even more shocked than anything. He was making his way back to the front of the shopping mall when a female shopper caught his eye. She was by herself and very, very good looking. He continued to watch her as she made her way up the isles, stopping every now and then to pick something and drop it in her basket. She turned and looked in his direction and had a strange smile on her face. He wasn't sure if she was looking at him, or if he'd been imagining it. She turned round and continued on shopping. Satnam was hooked. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She was only 19-20, about 5'3", with shoulder length hair. She was wearing a fitted jacket and pair of tight blue jeans that barely covered her Chutads, and only just sat above her pubic area. She had her jacket zipped down, beneath her Urojs and only a small singlet top stopped him from seeing absolutely everything. Yeah, she was young, but the younger, the better. He breathed in quickly as she made her way towards the checkout lanes. She put her shopping down, looked at him and smiled, then lent over to pick up a magazine off a nearby rack, giving him a perfect view of her full, round Urojs. Again she zipped down her jacket and pulled down the top slightly to give more view of her Urojs. Oh god! What's a beauty. He had never seen Urojs as fine as these, and couldn't stop himself from imagining his face buried in them, nibbling and sucking. As she slowly stood up straight again, she caught him looking at her, his eyes glazed over with lust. She gave him a strange look, picked up her shopping and then left. A quick breath of fresh air filled his lungs, but escaped him as fast as it came as the sliding doors close. Feeling extremely horny, Satnam decided to take a break. Going out for a smoke was the only way to comfort himself, as jerking off at work was a definite no. He knew that she was stuck in his head and that the next 1 ½ hours was going to be hell. Trying to do his job while having a hard on was going to be very difficult. So, he breathed in deeply a couple of times, cleared his mind and went back inside. It was the end of his shift and Satnam was more than relieved. Keeping his thoughts clean for that amount of time had proved difficult. Flashes of the "mystery shopper" and himself going at it hard, breathing heavily, had clouded his mind the whole time. So, it was no surprise to him that when he went outside to parking area for his scooty, he saw her there on the bonnet of a car. As he walked closer, he suddenly realised that what he was seeing was not just his imagination, but the real thing. She got up and walked over to him. "Hi," she said as she stopped and smiled "Hi," was all Satnam could manage as she grabbed his collar and pulled him down to her hungry mouth. As they kissed, she pushed Satnam towards the end of parking area and slammed him onto the bonnet of a car. There only one light was on as no more cars were parked there. So it was semi-darkness there. She gave me the sloppiest open-mouth kiss I've ever had. And her hand massaged my Lund as she sucked my tongue. "Tumhe nahi maloom ki main tumse chudne ke liye kitni betaab hoon," she said grabbing his Lund through his pants. "Jabse tumko dekha hai tumhare Lawde ke baare mein hi soch rahi hoon." Satnam, amazed at his luck didn't say anything. But instead, watched as she took off his belt and unzipped his pants. As she pulled them down she was amazed at the 10 inch and very thick erection that stood before her. Big and thick and stiff and warm and delicious. "Yeh to meri soch se bhi bada nikla," she breathed heavily. Satnam couldn't take it anymore and took off her jacket and pulled off her singlet to reveal she was not wearing a bra. Her round perky Urojs and now erect light brown Chuchis were more than a fantasy. Her nipples were hard as pebble in the sand, just waiting to be nibbled on by someone. He'd never seen Urojs like this before. It's been a while since he'd been 20 or been with a 20 year old female, so the firmness of her body and skin was driving him crazy. "Ufff... Tumhare Mummey ... kitne makhhan ke jaise hai," he said. He sucked her Urojs like a starving man. She raked her fingernails into his neck, across his back. His hands stopped at her Urojs and they began to knead and pinch at her Chuchis and squeeze her Uroj hard and soft at the same time, bringing a myriad of sensations and pleasures. Then he stopped sucking on her Urojs but continued to play with them while his hot wet tongue trailed lazily done her chest to her belly where he drove his tongue into her navel making her want more of what he had to offer. He moved his hands down her body caressing and pinching while licking her belly button and drawing circles around it. He ran his hands down her shapely Chutads and then down to her jeans which he tugged off. Underneath, he found a small triangle of black curls leading down to her moistness, and lost control. she was getting so very wet, that her juices began leaking down to her inner thighs. He continued downward to her wet, ready Choot, and when he got to the top of her Choot just at the top of the nub, he began rubbing it and teasing it with his talented fingers and hand. Pushing her off, he turned around and sat her on the bonnet, spreading her legs, revealing her now wet Choot and licked her lips. Grabbing her around the Chutads, he wrapped her legs around his waist and then entered her. She pushed herself right down to the base of his Lund, tensing the muscles in her Choot and screamed in delight. Satnam pushed into her as hard as he could and then slowly pulled out, teasing her hole with the head of his Lund, tickling at her Choot-dana ever so gently and then ramming all 10 inches back in again. As he continued teasing her, she screamed out in sexual anguish. "Oh god! Andar tak daal kar faad do meri Choot ko. Kas-kas kar dhakke maro," she yelled as he once again slammed into her, his Lawda now wet with her Choot juices. Not able to control himself any longer, his strokes started coming harder and faster, causing her to writhe with pleasure. "Jor-jor se chodo mujhe," she screamed moving in time with him, the car now rocking to the rhythm of their chudai. He grabbed her arse tightly as he felt himself coming. "Mera paani niklne waala hai," he groaned. "Andar hi jhadna. Bahar nahi nikalna," she screamed, wrapping her legs even tighter around him, feeling herself coming too. As he screamed in pleasure, filling her with his cum, she moaned, her own orgasm sending her body into spasms. Still attached to him, she kept riding him, slowly moving up and down his still stiff Kela, rubbing her sensitive Choot-dana against him, sending shudders through her body. As they both slowed down he smiled at her. Lying her down on the car, he pulled out his Lawda and started to jerk off. As she watched she saw his head swell and his Lawda harden once again, grabbing his hand, she stopped him and pulled him towards him. Grabbing hold of his Lund, she slowly ran her tongue over the his head and then stuck it in her mouth. Moving up and down his Lund, running her tongue up and down and around and grazing it with her teeth, she could see she was getting him off. As he started to buck and moved with her mouth, she quickened her pace and started Mukh-chodan him. Satnam grabbed her head and started to ram his Lund in her mouth groaning as she licked and sucked. "Chooso.. aur chooso... Andar tak lekar chooso..." he was eager. She removed her hand from his Lund and stuck her index finger into her Choot, fingering herself. Rubbing her choot-dana she could see that Satnam was going to come soon and began Anguli-chodan herself with one hand and rubbing her Choot-dana with each other. Then he came, filling her mouth with cum. Groaning as his pulsating Lawda released more cum again and again. Not a drop was wasted. She swallowed it all and then looked up at him. As he pulled out, She sat back rubbing her Choot-dana, moaning and finished herself off, coming to orgasm, her Chutads lifting off the car and moving frantically with her. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," she screamed, her eyes rolling back into her head. Fulfilled, but not yet finished, Satnam leant over her and began sucking on her Urojs, sucking and nibbling, causing her to cry out in pleasure. She reached down and started to stroke his Lund, taking turns rubbing his balls and his Lund. He continued kissing her Urojs, making his way slowly and purposefully down her stomach, down her thighs and then to the inside of her thighs, to her Choot now soaking wet with both their cum. She was on the verge of exploding when Satnam placed one finger inside of her Choot and began to stoke in and out. Then licked her Choot-dana with his sure tongue flicking at it like he couldn't get enough of it and her. She was pushing up into his tongue and fingers trying so hard to hold onto the sensations he was giving her when he placed the second finger inside her with the first now beginning to push in and out rapidly and harder than before. Then he places a third then a fourth finger deep into her making her want to cum all over his hand. "Pura hath andar daal do... khujli mita do meri Choot ki... Ufff... mere daane ko bhi ragdo..." She groaned as he nuzzled her Choot-dana, moved down to her flaps and then entered her Choot, sticking in his tongue as deep and as hard as he could, making her Chutads move up to his face, and her hands to his head, shoving him deep into her mound. She began moving with his tongue, now humping his face furiously. Not wanting to disappoint he slid his mouth down her Choot and started to run his tongue up and down from inside her Choot to her Choot-dana while his fingers moved in and out as deep as they could go. Her juices were now flowing like Niagra Falls, coating his face, hands and arm. She wrapped her legs around his head, pushing him deeper inside her. "Uff... chodo meri Choot ko apni jeebh se... chaato meri Choot ko... bada maza aa raha hai mujhe... ufff..." She started to moan and even more of her delectable nectar made it's way from deep inside her to his waiting mouth. He moved his tongue to her Choot-dana with was sticking up like a Chhota Lund itself. Sucking it into his mouth Satnam used his teeth to nibble on it, rubbing it from side to side. Looking up she had both her hands rubbing her Urojs and squeezing her Chuchis, pulling them out almost 3 inches as she cried to make her cum. As she came close to coming, he removed her hands, flipped her over and took her from behind. Sticking his Lund deep into her Choot, he moved quickly and forcefully, making her cry in pain and then in pleasure as she brought her hand down to her Choot-dana and began rubbing it. Satnam was fucking her so hard now that her head was hitting the windshield from moving up the bonnet from the force of his Lawda. Both were now groaning and grunting. Satnam, bent over her and fucking her like an animal. She, on her face, taking it from behind, her legs spread across the bonnet. Their pace quickening once again, she lifted her arse up so her could go deeper into her. Grabbing hold of her Chutads, he violently rammed her, and then came with a great shudder. Screaming all the while, She backed into him and came, still rubbing her Choot-dana. Feeling fully satisfied now, they both got up and looked at each other, smiling. "Well," Satnam said, still panting, feeling a little weak "Ab agli baar kab?" "Jaroor," She responded, picking up her clothes "Agle saptah." Satnam got into his car and watched her walk off, now fully clothed, and couldn't wait for next Friday. Security Guards Dream The chain link fence surrounded the huge, three-story brick building. Kids were always trying to get in when it was late and night. Once in a while, they would find a hole here or there and they would manage a quick flight onto the grounds. That is where I came in. I am a night security guard at this enormous office building. I walk around and check doors and make sure things are all right. My buddy Wilson watches the security cameras. We actually take turns, but we get the job done and that is all that matters. When the occasional errant, on a dare, kid did managed to get in, we would usually see them almost immediately, and one of us would go out to intercept their efforts. All in all, the nights usually seemed to run together. I like my job. I have always been a night person and like to keep to myself, so this sounded perfect for me when I responded to the want ad almost six years ago. I have never regretted walking into personnel that August day for my interview. There have been many social occasions to learn about my co-workers, but I rarely go. "Mixers" I think is what they like to call them. But, I prefer just doing my job and picking up my paycheck. Wilson and I have small talk, but that is pretty much the extent of how involved I am with the other 700 plus people that work in this small Midwestern corporation. We get to work around 11 o'clock p.m. That is when the cleaning crew is finishing up. They are leaving as we walk into work. The first of the "day" employees arrive around 8 o'clock a.m. They have the whole eight to five thing. Drones, all of them. The day life and working for the man was never my gig. I just never could get into that "conforming" thing. It's good for them, but not me. As I inferred, I lead a pretty uneventful life. I usually go straight home from work, but I don't go to sleep for a couple hours. I have to have my wind down time. I usually only sleep about five hours per day anyway, so I do that from about eleven to four. I get up then and have a few hours before I have to come to work. I take the occasional fishing trip, when I have more than a couple days off. I try to schedule that with management, and that is okay. I don't ask for much so they don't mind when I do. My workweek is Sunday night, which is my Monday, to Thursday night, my Friday. One particular Thursday night Wilson called in and there was no one available to fill in. I was on my own. As I said, the job is not hard. This doesn't happen very often, but one person can do the job if it is called for. This happened to be one of those nights. What the hell, it was "Friday," and I was off for the next 63 hours after my shift ends so I am good with it. All I have to do is watch the monitors, check the front doors, and then do the rounds of the other doors. Nothin' to it. I guess the shift was about two hours in when I saw something on one of the monitors. "Damn kids." I said out loud to myself. Wouldn't you know the one night I am on by myself they try this shit. I got up from my chair to go check. We carry pistols, but never use them. We go to the training sessions required to keep our certifications. But that is pretty much the extent of my shooting experience. I go to the shooting range occasionally to keep up, but I have never had to draw in the line. For some reason, this particular night, I had my hand at my side ready. I felt myself flip the small leather strap that keeps my sidearm in its holster. My hand was on the grip. I didn't draw, but I was ready to. As my right hand was reaching for my pistol, my left hand went to the keys on my belt. Unconsciously I wanted to make sure they were there before I left the building. Both actions, or rather reactions, were automatic. I was on autopilot. I always wondered if I would be able to do it. Would I be ready if I were put in this position? Usually one of us was on backup inside the building. Since I was alone tonight, maybe a little more adrenalin was kicking in that I didn't realize was there. I went outside. I know from the video that the person trying to get into the building is around the side corner of the building and to my left. There is a lot of distance from the fences to the building, so I should have the upper hand. I should be able to just spot them, tell them to halt, and take them into custody. That is always what happened in the past and I was depending on it now. If it is a kid, I will call their parents and have them come to pick them up. Usually that is all it takes. Kids will be kids. They do stupid things, and when the parents show up they are so upset, especially at this time of night, that they take the kids home and that is the end of it. I hope this is one of those nights. I saw the motion from my left side as soon as I hit the corner of the building. I swung my right leg around, pulled my pistol and ordered, "STOP" in my most authoritative voice. The person didn't seem to hear me. They kept running and I started pursuit. I holstered my weapon and rounded the building. I was surprised at my own speed. Just then it started to rain. I felt the rain pelting down upon my face. The rain was cool, but stinging. It started to get into my eyes and I couldn't control my vision. I looked hard for this person I was tracking. I managed to keep up even despite the rain inhibiting my vision. They rounded the backside of the building to the left again. There is a large overhang projecting out of the building. People go there to smoke. This person took refuge under the overhang and I was able to catch up. The moon was out that night despite the rain. Slow visions of clouds passed over it but I could see my way. I found them, this time within hearing distance. I pulled my weapon again. The voice was not exactly coherent, but I heard what sounded to be "help." Not a yell, but a plea from someone trying to escape something terrifying. "Don't move." I yelled. The person continued to run again, but fell in the rain. I saw the body tumble. I continued with my sure-fast footing and ran to where they were. I was standing over this limp body that had stopped moving. I drew my weapon, but there was no need. I could see it was a woman I had been chasing. She couldn't move any further, that was apparent. One of her heels had broken off in her attempt of escape. They were the tall pointed ones that had the silver tip on the end. She had on a black dress that clung to her slender frame as if it was made for her. I holstered my weapon and bent over the lifeless body to try to revive her. Nothing. I scooped her frail body up and turned around to take her back to the building that I called my home at night. I had known it for so long that that was what it was for me. I carried her back around to the front of the building and half laid her next to the front door. She was to my right. I pulled my keys with my left hand and opened he door to the massive building. I put my left foot in the open doorway to hold the door open while I picked her back up in my arms. I walked through the doors and she uttered these small words... barely a whisper, "Help me." What was I supposed to do? I carried her inside and went instinctively to my left. There was a visitor's waiting room there with a couch. I carried her limp body to the couch and laid her down. There was no response from her body. Her left arm fell to the floor and I had to pick it up as it drooped downward to place it on her torso. I didn't know exactly what to do. They didn't cover this one in all the training session I have attended except to do "on the scene" first aid and check vital signs if you are involved in some kind of incident. There was no "What if someone climbs through the fence and collapses" seminar. I checked her pulse and breathing. I called my buddy Wilson. I had to know if he had ever been through this himself. If he had, maybe he would have some input. I heard the phone ringing. It rang about six times before he picked up. His voice was groggy, almost labored. I started to speak to him and I told him what was going on. I had this woman here who was asking for my help. Do I call 911 or what? She seemed to be okay from my first perception. She was breathing and her pulse was under 70. What do I do? He said he was on his way. I went back to the visitor's room. I wanted to check on this lady who jumped into my life. I knew I probably should have called 911, but for some reason that I couldn't comprehend, I knew that was not the path I should take. I saw her there. Her breathing was shallow, but regular. Her left leg moved. It seemed to throw itself off the couch. It was almost dangling on the floor, sort of resting on the floor on the one heel she still had on. I felt sorry for her feet. I know how badly my feet feel when I am on them for a long time. I went to the couch to take her shoes off. I bent over the couch and took the shoe off her right foot, the one missing the heel. I sat down on the far end of the couch and grabbed her left foot that was bent down toward the floor and removed the other one. That silver tip was so "classic." I love that type of shoe. I looked at the shoe and couldn't help myself but wonder what kind of sexual play she would like. It takes a certain kind of woman to wear that type of shoe. The heel was at least three inches and the silver tip screamed, "Fuck me." I started to in my mind. She was lying there, on her back, and that leg that had fallen with her pussy wide open. All I had to do was lift that dress to find out what was waiting for my dick. I reached for the hem of her dress. I touched it and let it whisper across my fingertips. Suddenly, I heard the clicking of the keys on the outer door. My mind was on the pussy that was right in front of me, but I had to be human. I had to buck up and be the person that was expected of me in society. I stood up and started to walk towards the entryway. Wilson met me at this small internal doorway that separated this room from the rest of the world. "What do we have here?" was his first question. He was a true security guard at heart...or so I thought. I started to relay all the information from the past 20 minutes. His eyes wandered towards her body. He didn't seem to focus. He would say "yes" and "uh-huh" as I retold the story of this woman's entrance into my night. I could tell he focused a little too long on her pussy. He wasn't hearing me anymore. Then his bodyweight shifted to his left leg and he advanced towards her. "What have you done with her?" I didn't know what he meant at first. I got the just of his meaning when I saw him bend over and grab that tight fitting dress around her hips and pull it up to her waist. "Her vital signs are stable right?" he asked. "Seems to me she has just gotten off track and she found herself into the wrong neck of the woods." was his next statement. I was stunned, but also excited. I felt my member growing. I realized his meaning and wanted to fuck that unaware pussy. I responded by saying "nothing." "I haven't done anything with her yet." Wilson pulled her stockings off and slipped a finger from his right hand inside her pussy. She had on panties, but he didn't bother with them. He pulled out his hand and spit on his index and middle fingers. He shoved both of them inside her this time. "She is not a virgin." He said. I watched surreally as he lifted her dress up and uncovered her ample breasts. Her bra was one of those Victoria Secrets bras that is lacey on top and has the full breadth of fabric on the bottom. He reached up with his left hand as his right hand was in her pussy and pulled the bra down off her left tit. The fabric of the straps strained on her left shoulder. He started to suck her tit. His head was sort of bobbing up and down at first, but then he was biting her nipple. His head was shaking back and forth and I could see his teeth as he pulled at this small ripe bud. Her nipple was growing under his teeth. I heard the smacks from his eager mouth as he assaulted it. My cock grew. Small moans started to escape her lips. I had never fucked a woman when she was in this state and had no idea of what to expect. All I know was that I wanted that bitch. I had to have her anyway and everyway I wanted. He stopped sucking and finger fucking her and then turned to look at me. He turned back around and leaned down further over her and kissed her on the mouth. "She's been drinking. You said she 'help me,' what do you think she meant by that? Do you think she just tied one on and went off with someone that wanted to fuck her and she backed out?" "She probably took a ride with some guy under the influence and when it came down to it, she didn't want to and he said something like 'put our or get out,' so she did." Wilson was good at thinking up scenarios. At least I had gathered that small amount from the few conversations we had had in the past. "What do you think?" he asked. I knew what my instinctive answer was. "You need to back off her. And I mean NOW!" was my answer. "Okay" he said pulling his finger out of her pussy. "Don't get so offensive." HE was on the defensive now. She seemed to be more coherent now and was wakening. As he pulled himself off I saw my opening. I walked over to the couch. Her legs were still spread open and willing to accept a cock. I put my left leg on the couch and undid my gun belt. I released my pants belt and unfastened my pants and zipper. My pants were half way down my thighs before I knew it as I grabbed her thighs and pushed them towards the ceiling. My cock was in her as fast as I could manage. She was awake now and was telling me no, but I could tell she really meant yes... I pumped that bitch and knew that I didn't care anymore. She wasn't as wet as I like them, but that was exciting too. It was almost like fucking a virgin. I wanted to make this experience last, so I pulled out. "Your turn." I said as turned to look at Wilson. He was on it. He apparently had been watching me fuck this woman who was so out of it that she had no control and his cock was already rock hard. He had already unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and was stroking his cock. She started to close her legs, but when he pulled them apart again she didn't give much resistance. A small verbal sigh, almost a moan, escaped her lips. He grabbed her legs and started his own assault on her pussy. He pumped her for a while, just as I had, and then stopped. "I have an idea," he said. "What's that?" I asked. "Let's have more fun that this." was his reply. He rolled her on her left side and knelt beside the couch. She gasped when he did this. He put the head of his cock inside and she moaned. He started to thrust his hips so his dick motioned in and out of her mouth. "Oh jeez," he said. "That is FINE." "Look at that sweet mouth sucking my dick. That is so wonderful and she has no idea that she is sucking cock right now. Who wouldn't like that?" I watched her sucking his dick and knew I had to join in the fun. I went to the couch and lifted her right leg. I had to have more pussy. I bent her knee back towards my left and spread her even wider. I shoved my dick in and with my left knee on the couch and my right knee on the floor fucked that CUNT. I didn't want to stop. I saw her body being reacting from the assault's we were both having on it. It was too hot. She started to moan deeply in her throat. The sound was muffled from the cock that was being shoved down it. "Pull out!" I told Wilson. He looked at me and asked "why," The look on his face was almost orgasmic, but he did what I suggested. "Let's have some real fun." was my next suggestion. She needs to be bent her over the end of the couch." He agreed and we picked her up and moved her. She was face down with her ass shooting towards the sky. We fucked her pussy from behind, taking turns. Then, Wilson had another idea. She apparently liked this, but we had to do what we had to do. He decided that we should pick her up and move her again, so we did. We were half holding her upright, one of us under each arm. She was almost pretending to be limp when we moved her back to the front of the couch. She was loving this I was on the left side of her body so I reached around and grabbed under her right arm with mine. He sat down on the couch and his dick was shining out of his pants. It was apparent from earlier scenes that he liked to suck and bite tits. He told me to help him lower her onto his dick. He grabbed the back of her thighs. As we did this her knees bent forward and her hips pulled themselves towards his cock. We made sure she sat on his cock. The insertion was easy at this point. Apparently her pussy was getting used to have dick inside it and it was getting wet. I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head back to make sure her chest was exposed while she was on his cock so he could do what he wanted with her tits. She didn't mind a bit. He started biting her left tit so I instinctively grabbed onto her right tit with my left hand. I was feeling left out. I wanted my dick inside her too. I realized that she had another entryway that I could access in this position. I usually packed a small lunch with me and knew I had mayonnaise packets in my lunch box. I told Wilson that he would be on his own for a minute. I left to get the mayonnaise. I returned, packets in hand, and started to my business. First, I opened one of the mayonnaise packs and put some on my right index finger. I started to finger her ass. I made sure to smear the mayonnaise all around her ass entryway and then plunged my index finger inside. I thought if she were going to react this would do it, she started to moan again. The reaction I got was a more forceful moan that let me know that she realized that something was happening at her back end and she liked it. I drenched my penis with the rest of the other packets. I took my cock in my hands and let the head lavish in the thick, tangy fluid that surrounded her asshole. I allowed it to have the comfort of the excess lubrication that I had applied in anticipation of this penetration. I couldn't wait. I had to have that ass. I shoved the head in. 'Oh my God.' It was so tight. I wanted this sensation to last forever. Maybe it was because Wilson was in her pussy, but it could have been because I had never fucked an ass before. I don't know. All I know is that it was the best experience of my life. I fucked that ass harder than I had ever fucked anything before. I had to ask Wilson to scoot his ass down so I could get a better fix with my knees. She complied with her pussy and ass stretched out. I wanted to make my dick go as deep as possible. When I came, the climax shook my whole body and I collapsed on her back as Wilson was moving inside her. When he knew I came, he said "my turn." It was few seconds, but I pulled out. I had too. The head of my dick was causing so much torture to me I had to regain my senses. When I pulled out Wilson said, "Stand her up." I instinctively reached under her arms, sort of like a fireman's hold only from behind, and pulled her upward. She did what her body told her to. I was weaving, but I managed. He stood up and helped me to lay her down still compliant. She was face first on the couch now. He straddled her and entered her ass brutally. He was on a mission and made sure he achieved his goal. He started to groan, and before I knew it he was yelling, "Fuck yeah, you fucking bitch. Take that fucking cock." She was moaning again. They were almost infantile cries coming out of this woman's mouth. Security Guards Dream I watched in anticipation of Wilson's climax. He came as I watched and was finished with her body. 'We" were finished with her body... "What should we do next?" I asked just after he drew out and sat on the end of the couch. She was face down moaning and we knew that she loved having her ass fucked. Wilson came back with some wet paper towels. He went to work cleaning up her pussy and ass. "Baby, you all right?" She said "Yes. That was a good time. I love my ass fucked. Even if I did kinda 'find myself into this position.' Can someone take me home?" Wilson thought about this for a minute and agreed to take her home. "Let's do it," was all he said. The next thing I knew was his taillights driving away from the building. We had the weekend off and Wilson was back to work the next scheduled night. The next day at work, it was business as usual.