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Security

By: Ed0613



"Hey big boy, want to have a good time?" 

I couldn't believe it. Here was one of the people I was to guard against, propositioning me! 

As security chief for the Edgewater Casino in Las Vegas, one of my jobs was to hold the hookers down to a dull roar. As part of the service to our customers, we tolerated a few of the nicer ones and even encouraged some of the more discreet, but we did not allow the outright propositioning of our patrons. If a guy wanted a hooker there were always a couple at the bar or one or two playing the slots so he could strike up a conversation. The better ones stayed in the casino hotel and usually serviced two to three "clients" a night at about 200 bucks each. The first encounter covered expenses, while the rest were profit. A good hustler could make 6 to 10 grand a month.

I turned around, ready to read her the riot act but was surprised by what I saw. She was a very attractive but plain woman, tall with soft light brown hair, blue eyes and what I guessed was a nice figure hidden by the clothes she wore. The dress was the type I imagined a poor tenant farm girl might wear to church on Sunday mornings. I guessed her to be close to 30, far older than most of the hookers that frequented our posh casino, and about 4 or 5 years younger than me.

She still hadn't made me as Casino security, so I asked, "What did you say?"

"I asked if you would like to visit with me this afternoon, sir." She was looking at the floor or my shoes or anything other than me. There was definitely something wrong here. She was too old, too shy, and far too inexperienced to have any success as a hooker.

"How much for the afternoon?" I asked.

In a voice so low I had to strain to hear her, she said "Whatever you want to pay but at least fifty dollars."

I took her by the arm and told her to come with me. We moved towards the rear of the Casino where the elevators to the hotel above were located. The corridors that led to my office and the other Casino administration areas were off to one side. As we approached the elevators, I could feel her trembling and looked at her face. She was crying quietly, tears streaming down her face.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" 

"I have to do it. I need money to get back home."

The normal routine was to call the local police and have them detain her for a few hours. She would even mugged, fingerprinted and be submitted to STD tests. Since she hadn't actually done anything, they would hold her for a couple of hours, release her and tell her to get out of town. From what I had seen here she probably couldn't get out of town, she didn't have the money.

"Where are you staying?" 

"I don't have a place yet." 

"Have you had lunch?"

"No sir."

Instead of taking her to my office & the inevitable call to the police, I detoured and ushered her into the almost deserted coffee shop. I could see that she had regained some of her composure while we waited for service. We both ordered hamburgers and fries. She had an ice tea while I had a Coke.

I picked at my hamburger. She wolfed hers down so there was very little conversation while she ate. "Now, tell me what's going on here," I said when she had finished. "I am head of security here. I see lots of hookers and know that you're not a prostitute." 

She began to cry again. "are you going to arrest me?" 

"No, there haven't been any complaints yet so you're off the hook for now but you have to leave the casino right away. I'll run you in if I catch you in here again." 

"I would like to leave," she said. "but I don't have any place to go and l am broke." She then told me a story that would put any soap opera to shame.

Her name was Linda and she was 24 years old, born late in life to a couple with a small farm in Nebraska. Over the past few years, the farm life had been very difficult and they owed more on the farm than it was worth. About four months ago, her mother took gravely ill. Linda had nursed her at home until she died five weeks ago. On the night she died, her father had left the farm in his old pickup truck. When he did not come home after a few days she filed a missing persons report with the local police in Nebraska. 

Although there hadn't been any trace of him, his old pickup truck turned up at a used-car lot here in Las Vegas. She had told the bank to take the farm for the mortgage, sold the meager furniture and other miscellaneous possessions and hopped a bus for Las Vegas looking for him. Upon arrival in Las Vegas this morning, she stowed her suitcase in a bus locker and set out to find him. As soon as she hit the streets, she was pushed down and her purse with all her credit cards, money and identification was snatched. She had made her way to the Casino, met me, and I knew the rest. She not only didn't have any money but even the key to the bus locker with her suitcase was gone along with her purse.

I'm not usually a sucker, but I believed her. I told her to stay in the coffee shop for a couple of minutes while I arranged for someone to cover for me and I would see what I could do to help her.

I left her there and went to my office to find that I could only get off for a few hours. I had a meeting at 5 o'clock that I could not skip. I went back to the coffee shop and explained the problem. "I have a friend who is in charge of security up the bus station. I called him and he said he could get your stuff out of the locker if I would vouch for you and you can identify the items." 

After reclaiming her battered suitcase I couldn't figure out what to do with her, so I took her to my apartment. "Make yourself at home, I should be back by eight."

On my way home later that night, I began to wonder if she would be there or if I would find my apartment stripped bare, everything hocked and her gone. When I opened the door, I was pleasantly surprised. The entire apartment was sparkling clean, and litter that had accumulated for months was stowed in its proper place. The delicious aroma of food was heavy in the air. "I found the makings of a meatloaf in the refrigerator. It should be ready in just a couple of minutes. Go wash up."

The meat loaf that she had fashioned out of onion soup mix, bread and I don't know what else, along with canned string beans and canned potatoes was excellent. I even opened a bottle of red wine that I had laying down in the cupboard for years. She told me that she had never tasted wine in her life. The only alcoholic beverage she had ever drank was beer and very few of those. The wine loosened her tongue and she told me a lot more about herself. 

She had only known one man in her life and he was four years her junior. What little she knew about prostitution she had read in books or seen on TV. She had made love twice and both times to her young boyfriend. Each time it had been dark and she had never seen a nude man other than her father.

When dinner was over, we both went into the tiny kitchen to clean up the dishes. She had obviously bathed and freshened up while I was away because she was wearing another of those "sunflower" dresses. Somehow she looked younger and her hair was even lighter. The more we talked, the more attractive she became. It was obvious that she was not used to the wine because she was already beginning to slur her words and was a bit unsteady on her feet. When the dishes were done, she turned around, put her arms around my neck and rested her head on my chest. 

We stood like that for quite a few minutes, her listening to my heartbeat and me inhaling the natural essences of a young, healthy and very attractive woman. Finally, she raised her head off my chest and looked up at me. It was the most natural thing I ever did when I leaned down and kissed her. She took me by the hand and let me into the bedroom where she literally pushed me into the bathroom and told me to take a shower.

When I came out of the shower, freshly shaved, sprinkled with after shave and wearing only a towel, she was sitting up in bed with the covers pulled up around her throat. Just as she reached to turn off the bedside light I inadvertently dropped the towel. She froze, staring directly at my crotch with her jaw slack and her mouth open.

"Do I make you uncomfortable?"

"No, I just never saw a man erect before. I read about it. I just never saw it and didn't know that it would be that big. Do you mind if I leave the light on?"

I couldn't believe her lack of sexual knowledge. When I slid into bed beside her and she hugged me with her warm naked body, it was if I had ascended into heaven. The love we made was the most erotic happening of my entire life, until that night, and I remember it to this day.

That was almost 25 years ago. By my calculations, at $50 a pop, I owe her somewhere near a quarter of a million dollars, more than enough to send our five sons to the best colleges in the world.

Security



I was in one of my moods. I really felt like going out and screwing myself senseless. My hubby Steve was away for the week leaving me here to fend for myself. I had watched a few pornos and even masturbated in front of the web cam for some bloke overseas but I was still bored and horny. I decided to head in town and see if I could pick up.

I thought about going to a pub but most blokes there are just old drunks at this time of the day. I threw on some knickers, a short black skirt and red halter neck top and went out to the bus stop. I was waiting there by myself when a young lad of about 22 entered the bus shelter. The bus shelter was fairly secluded and as the lad sat opposite me we did the usual smile and nod thing. He was pretty cute and although I am 28 in a few weeks I knew he'd be up for it. I am only five foot four inches tall with smallish pert breasts and my long dark hair is very, very sexy.

I noticed him looking at me so I slowly opened my legs wider and wider so that he could get a glimpse of my undies. I looked him in the eye as I ran my hand up the inside of my thigh pulling my skirt up. He was no idiot. He smiled and took the opportunity to have a good look. I was becoming very moist and he had begun to take furtive rubs of his growing member. I slid my hand under the elastic of my knickers and gave my pussy a quick rub. He was now openly rubbing his cock through his pants.

"Show me what you've got," I said.

As I said earlier, he was no idiot and he unzipped his fly and pulled out a nicely proportioned circumcised cock. I slipped two fingers into my moist hole and he began tugging his pole. I was about to go over and suck him off when the bus came into view. He tried to stuff his cock back into his pants and had only just done so when the bus pulled over. I hopped up and grabbing my purse jumped on. The young bloke looked very uncomfortable as he staggered onto the bus. The bus was chockers. No seats at all. The lad had moved next to me and had turned towards me with his crotch very close.

As the bus bumped its way into town I took the opportunity to rub my hips up against his groin. He was very good at acting nonchalant. There was no leering or hands on groping he just stood there and matched me bump for bump. I could feel his stiffy banging up against my side. I really wanted to screw this young gentleman. 

The bus lurched into the centre of town and we all hopped off in front of one of the main arcades. My prospective beau had however disappeared and I caught a glimpse of him walking around a corner. Maybe he was an idiot after all. Anyway it was time to go looking for a root. I entered the main arcade and went to a large department store. The security guard at the door was very attractive and as I smiled and nodded I hatched a plan. 

I went over to the cosmetics section where the security cameras were all active and began searching through some of the items. I grabbed a phallic looking bottle of deodorant and whilst facing the camera I slid it under my skirt into my undies. I then grabbed a few other bottles of moisturiser and slipped them into my handbag and waited. 

"Security section 3, security section 3" came the voice over the loudspeaker. My heart began beating fast in anticipation as I waited for my arrest. However no one, not a soul, appeared. 

"What the fuck is going on here." I said to myself. 

Here I was flagrantly breaking the rules and no one had done anything. This is bullshit. Fuck it I'll go to the pub and pick up some useless pissy at 11.30 in the morning. I threw my bag over my shoulder and made my way out the store. I noticed the security guy at the entrance talking into his radio and as I wandered past him he followed me out with two other men in plain clothes. 

"Excuse me ma'am," he said as he tapped me on the shoulder. "Could you come with me for a moment please."

The other two guys had moved in front of me blocking my exit. As if I was going to run. 

"Why what's the problem?" I asked

"If you could just come this way please." He said as he opened the door at the side of the building. All four of us went in and wandered into a small room that consisted of a video monitor a table and a few chairs. 

"Please take a seat" he said "my name is Bill Higgins and these are John and Eric. We have reason to believe that you have on your person items that you have not paid for."

"Oh I don't think so if I did it must be an accident." I said playing the innocent. 

Eric scoffed and said. "Sorry ma'am but was is your name?" 

"Kim" I said flirting with him by flicking my hair. 

"Well Kim we have a some footage here on video showing you hiding some merchandise on your body." John said.

"I don't know what you mean," I said squirming due the discomfort of having a bottle of deodorant stuck in my undies.

"Play the tape Bill" 

Bill pressed play and there I was putting a bottle of deodorant in my panties.

"Eric could you go get the female inspector please for a body search" John said.

"No wait" I said as I stood up. I didn't want anyone else here. "Is this what you are after" I lifted my leg on the chair and raised my skirt showing them my undies with the bottle nudged up against my wet cunt. The blokes were in shock and awe as I pulled my panties aside revealing my wet pussy. I grabbed the bottle and slid it against my labia lips. The men were dumbstruck. 

"Cancel that last order" John said. "She seems willing to give up."

"More than willing" Eric said.

"Oh yeah" was all I could mutter. 

Eric was the first off the mark and he pulled his belt open and unzipped his fly. His cock was a good size and he pulled it to full hardness.

"Well this is a first," said Bill as he dropped his daks. 

I pulled my knickers off and sat on the edge of the table. Bill had a big cock. Real big. It was so big that even John who was now kicking his strides off exclaimed "fuck that's huge"

I was rubbing my pussy whilst three pants less men stood around looking very erect and horny. I pulled my top off revealing my hardened nipples and then undid my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I was totally naked just waiting for these cocks to fill me. I went over to Bill and dropped down into a squat. I took his cock into my mouth and coated it in spit. It almost split my lips it was that thick. Eric and John stood on either side of me so I grabbed one in each hand and pulled them. I began alternating from one to the other coating them all in saliva. I could feel cunt juice all over my pussy and I dipped my hand in and rubbed it on Eric's cock. I then licked it off. 

The boys all started taking their shirts off and at last we were all naked. I needed a cock in my pussy so I stood and lay on the table. I was ready for a thorough shagging. I spread my legs and as Bill came towards me Eric said "before you go putting that monster in her let John and I have a go."

"Sure" said Bill. 

Eric was the right height and he easily slid his cock into my hot cunt. John began sucking at my tits and Bill came around for another blowjob. Eric knew how to shag and he began rubbing my clit as he pounded home. With a cock in my mouth, a mouth on my tits, a cock in my pussy and a finger on my clit, I came. I came big time. I had to let Bill out of my mouth and move Eric's hand off my cunt as wave after wave of delicious orgasm swept over me. I almost pissed myself. John lay up on the table and offered his cock to me so I was able to suck two cocks as Eric drilled me.

Eric pulled out at one stage and began sucking my clit. Fuck it was good. I had juice aplenty and he really enjoyed sucking it up. John hopped off the table and Eric took the clue and moved away. John had a long thin cock and it reached further in than Eric's. I could feel it pound my cervix as he thrust in. Bill began sucking my tits and Eric fed his cock into my mouth. The taste of his oozing cock and my cum juice was fantastic. "Fuck this bitch is hot," said John as he quickened his pace. 

"Let me fuck her now," said Bill.

John pulled out and Bill took his place. He placed his huge 10" of cock against my cunt and rubbed it up against my clit. He spat on his hand and rubbed it on his cock and then slowly, ever so slowly, filled my pussy with the biggest pole it had ever had. I was over the moon. Eric began rubbing at my clit as Bill started pumping into me. I had my legs spread as far as they could and John held my left ankle to help me. I held onto both the cocks on my side as Bill became more furious. When Eric and John both started sucking my elongated nipples I came again with as much ferocity as the first. Bill pulled his cock out and the sensation of my cunt slipping back was great.

I was ready for a change in position and I gently pushed Bill away. I wanted to ride this giant cock. 

"Lay down," I said to him.

He didn't hesitate. He lay on his clothes on the carpet and I squatted over his huge member. I spat on my hand and moistened his knob and then I slipped it into my cunt and slid down on it filling the cavern inside. John and Eric came around and I went back to sucking each cock. I was studying each cock and decided that John's would be the one to enter my other hole. I spat heavily over it and said to him.

"Fuck my arse."

He almost came on the spot.

He managed to control himself as he quickly spun around and lined his cock up at my arse. He had the decency to grease it up by rubbing his cock all over my cunt juice that was all over my legs. His cock was placed at my arse and Bill stopped pumping as John slid his cock into my pooper. The feeling was exquisite as the two cocks really filled the void within. The two cocks began an alternating pumping into my arse and cunt. When Eric offered me his cock I took hold of it and sucked it down my throat. Bill was beginning to start to groan and I knew that he would be cumming soon so I left him to it. I knew that a cum filled cunt would make me cum again. 

Eric's cock was really hard and he began rubbing his balls and pulling his cock. I opened my mouth in expectation of a blast of semen and I wasn't disappointed. He let fly with a huge stream of cum as he pumped his cock into my waiting mouth. Warm jizz splashed onto my face and I scooped it into my mouth. Bill below me was next to cum and his cock exploded in my cunt filling me with his hot love lava. This feeling of his cum being pumped into me sent me over the edge and I came with a ferocity I had never experienced before. 

John pulled his cock out of me and I lifted myself off Bill and allowed a few big gloops of cum to spill onto the floor. I squatted on the floor and started to pull on John's cock. With cum still on my face and my cunt splayed open with cum dripping down onto the floor John didn't last long and he shot a load of thick spunk over my face and tits. After I drained the last of the semen out of his pole I stood and walked over to the mirror on the wall. I was a mess. I had a cum goatee beard. The three blokes watched me as I washed my face, arse and pussy in the sink. 

"That enough for you blokes?" I asked of the three befuddled blokes. "I am sure that you will be keeping an eye on me every time I enter the store?"

"We certainly will" Bill said.

I put my clothes on which was a cue for them to get dressed. Without another word they all left the room and I gathered my belongings and exited the room. I saw them walking outside to the food court, no doubt to brag about their performances, and I decided to head home. 

As I waited at the bus stop I saw the young man from the morning trip with one of his mates. I made eye contact and he quickly turned to his friend and whispered into his ear. His friend scanned the crowd and also made eye contact. I smiled. 

The bus duly arrived and as expected the two of them got on the bus also. I sat down and an old woman sat next to me. Damn. When the bus got near to my home I hatched another nasty plan. I didn't want them to know where I lived so I stopped the bus three stops before my usual place and hopped out. The two lads followed. I glanced back towards them and smiled encouragingly. They knew they were in but they looked uncertain as to where we were going. Some friends of ours live nearby and they both worked. I knew they never locked the shed that Brian used to watch the footy with his mates. I entered the shed and the two boys followed.

"Hello boys" I said as I wandered over to them. 

"Hello" said the new boy 

"What are your names?" I asked

"Um I'm Neil and this is Sean," said the original boy on the bus.

"Well Neil I've already seen your cock so Sean get it out." 

Sean pulled his fly open and pulled a nicely sized semi hard cock out of his jeans.

"And you Neil"

Neil pulled his cock out and I squatted down in front of them. I pulled both cocks and licked the knobs. Neil was oozing precum already. I took my top off and Sean let out a slow moan as I took as much of his cock as I could down my throat. Neil's cock was as hard as a rock as I pumped it with a passion. I swapped over and began sucking Neil's and he really was hard. 

I needed to have my cunt filled again and after a bit more sucking I got Neil to sit on the old lounge. I stood up and pulled all my remaining clothes off. The boys also stripped naked and Neil sat on the lounge as instructed. I turned my back to him and stood up on the lounge and then squatted down onto his cock. It was a perfect fit. Sean began rubbing my tits and I motioned to him to get up on the lounge. He stood next to me and fed his cock into my mouth. It was a delight to have two cocks for the second time that day. I was close to orgasm and when Neil reached around and rubbed my exposed clit and Sean pinched my nipples I exploded in orgasm. I reached down and grabbed and pulled at Neil's balls and he also exploded shooting a huge load into my pussy. Cum was oozing out of my well-fucked cunt when to my surprise I heard a car pull up into the drive. 

"Fuck someone's here" Sean said.

I could see out of the window my friend Wendy's Magna. She is also a bit of a root rat and I could see that she noticed that the door of the shed was slightly ajar. She wandered down the driveway and opened the door. Boy was she surprised. The look on her face was priceless. Here I was with a still firm cock, covered in cum, still in my cunt and a nice firm cock inches from my face.

"What the fuck…" she stammered

"Hi Wendy" I said "Fancy a cock or two"

"Kim, what the fuck is going on here"

"I was just a bit horny"

"Just a bit!" she said incredulously. "This is not what I expected to see." 

I turned and sucked Sean's cock. "Would you like some?" I asked her.

"Fuck yeah" she said.

She quickly threw all her clothes off and we both began sucking on Sean's cock. Neil's cock was still hard and I turned around and licked the cum and my cunt juice off it. I rubbed Wendy's moist hole as she bent over sucking on Sean's pole. She was dripping wet. 

"Fuck my friend here Sean." I said to him and he quickly hopped off the lounge and went behind her. Wendy dropped to her knees in the doggy position and I moved Neil over so that she could suck him as well. Now Wendy had what I had had, two nice hard cocks. I also sucked Neil's cock as it slipped into Wendy's mouth. We fucked all afternoon in that shed. Wendy tried a double penetration but it didn't quite work. These young men had amazing stamina and they both came at least three times during our session. 


At one stage I sat on the lounge with my legs spread open as Wendy licked the cum that was oozing out of it as I sucked Neil and Sean fucked Wendy. What was almost going to be a very dull day turned into one of my finest. 



Security and the Good Girl



It was my good friend, Kara's boyfriend's birthday and a big group of us were heading out for a night on the town. I didn't really know her boyfriend, Levi, very well but I was in dire need of a night out. Before running out the door for my taxi, I gave myself a once over. I'd gone for a short black skirt, with a black scoop neck top that showed off my ample cleavage. I also had black, silk stockings on as it was a bit cold with black ankle boots. I looked pretty, damned good if I didn't say so myself.

I pulled up out the front of the pub and was greeted by my friends, all waiting to go inside as there was a bit of a line. As we waiting I was thankful for choosing stockings tonight to provide a bit of protection from the cold, even if it wasn't much. As we got to the front of the line, I was scrambling in my purse for my ID when I heard a deep, manly voice call my name, "Courtney?" I looked up to the voices source and I mean looked right up! It was one of the tall security guards, staring down at me. I stared for a bit but at first no bells went off, until finally "Shane?!?" He laughed at my surprise. I knew Shane from high school, he was a year below me and we were often involved in Drama productions together. In 4 years, boy, had he changed! I always remembered him as being tall but not so...buff! He had shaken off the awkward, lanky and greasy teenager he was and was now, sexy, no other way to put it. I found myself just staring at him muscular arms, as he continued to laugh at my dumbfound-ness. "Sorry," I stammered, "I just did not recognise you!" And I got up on my tippy-toes and gave him a hug. He gave a sensational hug, it must of been his strong arms wrapped around my waist, but new sensations for Shane were definitely stirring.

"Surely, I haven't changed that much?" He asked.

"You certainly have and then some! What have you been doing with yourself?"

"This and that, working security here on Thursday and Saturday nights, obviously!"

"Obviously. Wow, it is so good to see you." I starred a bit more, "well I better be getting back to the group." I could hear them yelling at me to get inside.

"Go on, I'll see you later." I began making me way inside, "Courtney?" I turned back, "looking good." I flashed him a huge smile and kept walking with perhaps a little more swagger than before.

The night wore on and the liquor flowed, as Shane rotated posts, I stopped to talk (and flirt) whenever the chance presented itself. As the alcohol started to take affect we hit the dance floor, us girls were dancing sexily (usually with each other) the boys danced near by trying to get in on it. From the corner of my eye, I saw that Shane had once again been rotated and was now standing next to the dance floor, watching on. Watching me. I continued to dance and allowed one of Levi's friends to get closer as I did so. His hands roamed on my hips, as my hands went sensually through my hair, his lips lightly touching my neck. Then I felt a firm hand on my shoulder, and hot breath in my ear,

"I think you need to come with me." whispered Shane as his arm steered me away from my dance partner, who looked confused but not about to mess with the six foot five plus security guard.

Shane steered me down a corridor and around a corner, next to a door that said kitchen, which had closed hours ago. He backed me up against the wall, he slid his hands down and let them rest firmly on my waist.

"I always thought you were a good girl in high school?" he whispered, his mouth cocked in a sexy smirk.

"I was a good girl, I am a good girl." I said innocently.

"A good girl doesn't dance like that. A good girl doesn't tease a guy like you have been."

"I have no idea what you are talking about..."

"I can see what you've been doing, teasing and flirting with me. Dancing with that guy as you make eyes with me, I've began to think that perhaps you're a bad girl." He lowered his face to my neck and started kissing it wildly.

"And what do u intend to do about it?" He kissed me on the mouth, hard and full of passion, sucking my tongue into his mouth. I wanted him so bad. His mouth dropped and he pulled one of my breasts out of my top and started sucking and biting on my nipple, I was lost in my own pleasure. His other hand snaked its way down my stomach, through my skirts waist band and down the front of my tights, where he pulled my underwear to the side and he found what he was looking for. He ran his hands across my pussy, "mmmm, hairless, you are full of surprised." he whispered into my ear, before he began kissing me again. His fingers entered my roughly causing me to cry out in our kiss but he didn't relent on either. His kiss was strong and his fingers sawed in and out quickly, as his thumb found my clit. 

He stopped kissing me and began whispering in my ear again, "Are you going to cum for me Courtney?" I moaned loudly and ground my pussy against his hand, "cum for me Courtney, cum for me, you little tease. This is what you wanted isn't it? For me to make you cum, do it, Courtney, cum! You little naughty, slut getting finger-fucked in a corridor of a pub, come on Courtney, cum for me!" His words and his deep, husky voice sent me over the edge. My body started the shake and my eyes went back into my head, the orgasm was so strong I thought I was going to pass out. 

"So you are still a good girl." Shane exclaimed as he pulled his hands free. He offered me his fingers, which I licked clean, tasting myself, "and you're also very, very naughty. You asked me what I was going to do about it, your teasing. I knock off a three, you better still be here."

"Well, I wouldn't not do what I was told, would I?" He smiled his sexy smile and walked away, leaving me in the corridor to regain my senses and fix myself up.

I rejoined my friends who had just bought their third round of shots and hadn't seemed to notice my absence. I took my shots with gusto, trying to regain my senses. I hardly saw Shane over the next few hours, as he was working the door or striding through the place on a mission, looking very tough and sexy. The thought of my soon to come punishment was making me soak my panties. I danced and drank trying to keep my mind off Shane and what was to come, which was working to some extent, I didn't even notice the time. We were at the bar doing another round of shots, when I felt a familiar firm hand on my shoulder, "I think I should give you a lift home." I tuned around looking up at him chewing on my bottom lip, "I think that'd be a good idea." Protests flew at me from all my friends but I feigned a little sickness from the shots and was able to get out with relative ease.

As we headed out the door onto the street, Shane gripped my hand, like it was a natural thing to do. It felt good and those sensations from the hug earlier came flooding back. He lead me to one of those multi-level car-park and we entered into one of the elevators. He pushed me up against a wall once again and, once again, kissed me passionately, he was driving me insane. The elevator stopped and the doors opened, he took my hand once again and lead me to his car. He lead me around to the passenger side and went to open the door for me , when I decided it was my turn to take control. I lent on the door, he was opening for me and faced him. He looked at my confused and bemused, "I think it's time I repaid you a little favour from earlier." I suggested, as I reached for his belt. We stared into each others eyes as I expertly undid his belt and fly. I slowly hooked my thumbs under his underwear and pulled down, as a lowered myself onto my knees, not once breaking eye contact until I was face to face with his huge, fat 9 inch cock. I licked my lips and then kissed the end of it and licked it up and down, feeling it harden in my hand. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could into my mouth, as I jacked him off at the base. He put his hand on the back of my head and began to force more of himself into my mouth. His grunting got louder and his thrusting rougher but I didn't want him to stop, I wanted more.

That's when I felt his hand leave my head an grab my arm roughly pulling me up and pushing me against his car.

"Enough fooling around, I need to be in you!" 

"Yes, yes!" I begged, He tugged off my skirt and through it to the side, he ripped my tights and roughly pushed my underwear aside. Lifting my legs up around him, placing my heels on the car next to us and my back up against his car door, I was wedged in place and he entered me in one quick thrust. I bit his shoulder as to stop myself screaming in pleasure. He grunted into my ear as he pounded my pussy relentlessly. 

"Fuck, your pussy is so unbelievable tight! I knew since the moment I saw you in the line tonight, this pussy was going to be mine!" He fucked me so hard and fast, I lost count of my orgasms. "Where do you want it, baby? Where do you want me to come?"

"In my mouth! I want you to come in my mouth! Please!" He dropped my legs and I once again dropped to my knees, taking the head of his cock into my mouth and jacking him off. He shot load, after load into my mouth, groaning loudly. Surprisingly when he finished unloading, he was still quite hard. I stood up, wiping my mouth.

"Wow! Where to now Security?" I asked. He gripped my arm hard.

"Oh no! I'm no ready to go anywhere yet, I still have to punish you for all your teasing tonight"

"Here? And what is it going to be?" He pushed me to the front of the car and laid me stomach down on the bonnet, "ohhh are you going to spank me?" I felt my ripped tights and underwear being pulled over my ass and his hand come in contact with my ass cheek with a loud smack!

"Yeah, I am! First!" I couldn't even think of what was to come next, I was lost in my orgasms he was creating from the spanking. 

I felt him spreading my ass cheeks and his hands spreading my pussy juices over my ass.

"No," I gasped, "I've never had it up there before, please don't"

"Ah, this is your punishment and you said before you were a good girl." I could feel this penis pressed up in my crack. "Tell me your a good girl!"

"I'm a good girl!"

"A good girl who deserves to be punished?"

"I deserve to be punished."

"Tell me you want it, tell me you want me up your ass." He pushed two fingers into my virgin hole, creating sensations I had never felt before, "come on baby, tell me! Tell me you want me to violate your sexy little ass!"

"I want it! I want you to take me up the ass! Do it! Please! Do me up the ass!" With that he thrust his cock up my ass. I screamed out in pain and also in pleasure. He didn't move letting me adjust to the new feelings, "fuck me! Hard!" Then he let loose, ramming me from behind with unbridled passion. With him doing me from behind and my clit being ground into the bonnet of the car, I was moaning and crying out in unknown pleasure, "you like that? You like being fucked up the ass?" he grunted at me.

"I fucking love it!" I screamed, "I love having your huge cock stuffed up my ass!" With that I felt his cock grow inside me and he let his load out into my bowels and the sensation made me cum one last time.

"Fuuuuck!" He groaned as him came, resting his body weight on top of me. We laid there for a minute gathering our senses, "do you know I wanted to do that to you all through high school. Besides the fact, I looked like I geek, you look like too much of a good girl"

"I guess we've both changed a lot since high school." With that he pulled out of me and pulled up his pants and went and picked up my skirt.

"How about I take you home for real this time and we can explore just how much each of us has changed in high school." He opened the passenger side door for me and slid in, already anticipating what more was to come.



Security Begins at Home



I work for my own security firm it mainly security in the work place type of things email and camera work for firms who think employees are on the make.

I work so very long hours as I need to go into offices after everyone has gone home, my wife sally works from home as a physio mostly for sports injuries, we have a room setup for her work on the ground floor just off the main hallway.

Sally is 5.2" tall and is a size 8-10 she is 34 longish brown hair and has a great little arse and huge tits I mean DD's and she loves her nipples played with and pulled hard, you can make her cum just by playing with them.

Our love life is not great at the moment due to work mostly she works in the day and I work most nights and weekends, it's a shame as she really is a horny little cat when she gets going.

She is happy to suck my cock she likes it a big rough and talks dirty sometimes too, the only thing she is not into is anal sex, we have tried it but she says it not for her.

I sometimes get away with a finger in her arse if she has had a drink or two while we are making love but that is it.

It all began 2 weeks ago I had a job cancel on me at the last minute I was outside the building when the boss called me to cancel as they had sacked the guy that evening, I was not to bothered as I still got paid as it was so late in the day.

So on the way home I picked up a couple of bottles of wine to have with Sally and maybe I might get lucky.

I pulled onto the drive and saw a car I did not know I guessed Sally must still have a customer there, so I left myself in the front and walked down the corridor past Sally room, I heard her say well that is very big let me see, then it's very hard you are going to need some intense physio on it.

Not strange for her line of work until I heard the man's voice say hell girl that is some tongue work you have there!!

What the hell was going on? Her room has a small corridor to it only about 5th long then it opens up to the main room with tables and machines.

I opened the door a little about 4" and lucky for me there was a mirror on the right hand wall which meant I could see the main room clearly from the doorway.

To my shock Sally had a mouth full of cock of the guy sitting on the table his legs hung over each side of the table as she sucked away on his cock as he watched her.

He must have been in his twenties and he looks pretty fit, his hand was on the back of her head now helping her swallow his cock, he must have been a good 8" and she had 3" more to take yet!

She pulled back and removed her work coat leaving her in her pants & bra, she grabbed hold of his cock and wanked his up and down and said so what shall I do with this monster? He reached forward and undid her bra letting her tits free he started to play with them making her moan out loud he pulled her nipple hard and she took him back in her mouth.

This went on for 10 mins she was licking his balls and cock all over as he played with her tits, he jumped off the table and picked her up putting her on the table and he pulled her pants off I one easy movement.

He spread her legs and started to lick her pussy long and deep, she was playing with her own nipples now and came loudly telling him to lick her pussy boy.

He pushed her legs up to her chest and sank his tongue into her arsehole, she was now Cumming again saying yes yes I'm Cumming.

He was stroking his cock all the time and now got up on the table and sank it deep into Sally's wet pussy all the way to his balls, she was now screaming fuck me big man fuck me.

He was sliding in and out of her pussy deeper and deeper, he stopped and said get on the floor on all fours the floor is padded she got down with her arse in the air he slid into her and started to take her he when grabbed her hair pulling her hair her head came back as he pulled and her big tit swung back and forth as he fucked her hard, he pulled out and told her to ride my cock slut and he laid on the floor next to the table she got on him with her back to me he pulled her forward and sucked her nipples as he pounding her and grabbed and pulled at her arse cheeks.

I could see it all her wet pussy lips sliding up and down on his cock as they fucked like rabbits, he started to play with her pussy lips as they fucked then he played with her arsehole rubbing it until he pushed a finger in.

Oh my god she screamed keep doing that I'm Cumming again, he was now finger fucking her arse too at quiet a pace, she said wait a minute and leaned over to her draw opened it and pulled out a vibrator she gave it to him and said use this.

He started fucking her again and rubbed the end of the vibrator on her arsehole slowly at first then he pushed it all into her arse as he fucked her pussy, she was calling him a dirty bastard and telling him to fuck her.

She was bucking up and down on this cock with the vibrator in her arsehole she came again and he then called out I'm Cumming I'm Cumming, Sally jumped off his cock and took him in her mouth as he came, she got shot in the face a couple of times before she got her lips round his cock, he filled her mouth and she swallowed it all then licked up any she had missed.

That was intense to say the least he said, I have a friend who needs a physio I will have to tell him about you! 

why don't you bring him to your next appointment she said as she continued licking his cock which was coming back up again.

Sure thing next Tuesday at 7pm ok for you? He said, yes was the last thing she said before she took him fully back in her mouth again as she played with her own pussy, and he used the vibrator on her arse.

Was my wife really planning to fuck two guys at once in our house? And why was she so into her arse being used now!

I made my way out of the house and I had a wank in the car thinking about what I just saw, I did wonder if she let him fuck her arse after I left!

i came back 2 hours later after calling first! All seemed normal when I got home, I did try it on that night in bed but she said she was not up for it but she gave me a great BJ and let me cum over her face and licked my cock clean of spunk.

I checked Sally's appointment book to see who the man was, his name was Tony and from the local football club he had a groin strain ya right!

I have since setup 6 different camera's in her room and bugged it too so I can see & hear anything that happens real time on my laptop now.



Security Blanket



"This shouldn’t take long, ma’am," I say as I open the door to the campus security office.

"I don’t understand what the problem is, though. You’ve seen me work late in my classroom plenty of times," she says.

I shrug casually and give her a somewhat embarrassed look. "Well, you know how Admin is. Always tossing new regulations at us." I lean closer to her and whisper conspiratorially, "Frankly, I’m not sure that Admin has a clue why they make most of the rules that they do."

I usher her into the crappy plastic visitor’s seat and ease myself into the battered office chair behind the desk. The computer is already on; I just have to log in and make it look like I’m doing something.

"Ok," I say, smiling. "I’m going to need a piece of photo I.D., and I also need your course name and program. Oh, and do you have the official course code number? Actually, that would be easiest."

She sighs and plops down her bookbag. It’s a huge cloth black bag, stuffed to the brim with textbooks, course notes, binders, and overheads. She rifles through the contents for a few seconds, and pulls out a battered course register.

"I think everything you’ve asked for is on the header information here," she says.

"Thanks, that’s perfect!" I say, smiling again. I start entering the information into the computer while she sits watching me, waiting expectantly.

Without looking up from the screen, I remind her, "Don’t forget, I still need some photo I.D."

"Oh, right. Just a sec," she says, as she pushes her hand back into the bookbag, digging around for her purse, stuck somewhere in her own personal jungle. She finds the purse, flips it open, and pulls out her drivers’ license. She tosses it towards me and it lands on the desk, skidding towards me.

"Great, thanks," I say, as I continue to enter the information from her course register into my computer. I type nearly 100 words a minute, but I’m deliberately poking the keyboard one finger at a time, hesitating between each as if I’m searching for the correct letter. If my guess is right, it really won’t matter to her how long this actually takes us to complete. Other than the annoyance factor, of course.

As the silence grows, I decide to draw her out a bit. "You’re right," I say, as if continuing our earlier conversation. "I have seen you working here late plenty of times. I take it you can’t get much marking done at home, then?"

"Well, not really," she says. "It’s just that I don’t like having to take homework home, if you know what I mean."

"Don’t you carry your stuff with you all the time in your bag?" I ask. 

"Well, sure. They don’t give night-school instructors any office or storage space, so I have to bring along everything I need. But usually I just toss it in the back of my car until my next class. I don’t really want to schlep that bag into my place. Bad enough I have to schlep it to each of my classes," she says, grinning wryly.

"You live in an apartment then?" I ask casually. "Someplace with a lot of stairs?"

"Hey, good guess. Right on the money," she answers, chuckling.

I pretend to straighten my non-existent necktie. "Well, ma’am, it’s that kind of astute observation that goes with the job. Us security minions can never be too observant."

At this, she laughs. I figure now is a good time to make my move.

I look at her intently and say quietly, "And I’ve observed you doing a lot more here than just marking," I say.

She looks suddenly uncomfortable, shifting slightly in her plastic seat. "More than marking?" she repeats, quietly.

"Well, maybe it’s not fair to call it an observation. More like an inference," I say, playing coy with her.

She looks at me expectantly. She’s nervous now, but doing a pretty good job of hiding it.

"For instance," I say, grabbing the wall calendar and flipping back a page. I hum for a moment as I trace my finger along the days. "For instance," I repeat, "last month, on this particular Monday evening, I heard some very strange noises in the vicinity of the staff washroom."

She’s no longer hiding her nervousness. She’s starting to fidget and I can see the tension working through her body as she clenches her hands and her jaw.

"Yes, those were very strange noises. The type of noise that definitely gets the attention of a security minion. I watched the door for a few minutes, and then the noises stopped. Do you know what I observed next?" I ask innocently.

"No," she whispers. Her jaw is still clenched tight and the word comes out almost as a hiss. Whether it’s a hiss of anger or fear, I can’t tell. Maybe it’s both.

"Next, I observed a female instructor leaving the staff washroom," I said calmly, with no more emotion than someone might recite their grocery list.

"Oh my god," she sighed, her breath coming out ragged and clearly strangling a sob.

I look at her with sudden sympathy and my concern is genuine. "What’s wrong?" I ask.

"Look, I—I’m sorry," she stammers. "It won’t happen again. It was a stupid thing to do. Please don’t inform Admin."

"Why on earth would I inform Admin?" I ask innocently.

She’s sobbing quietly now and nearly misses what I say. Finally she says, "You’re not going to inform Admin?"

"Well, I wasn’t planning to. What I really wanted to know is what a hot woman such as you was doing all by yourself in that washroom," I said evenly.

She’s still too stressed to be hearing me clearly. I decide to continue.

"I mean, a woman such as yourself shouldn’t need to be playing solo," I say.

She snorts slightly. "Very funny, buddy. A woman such as myself is lucky if I get a dirty phonecall, never mind a flesh-and-blood date."

I can’t stand it anymore. I get up from my chair and move around the desk. The office is cramped. It really wasn’t made for more than one person. I crouch down beside her, my body squeezed into the small space between the visitor’s chair and the office door. I look into her eyes and take her hands.

"Ma’am, you are one of the most gorgeous creatures I’ve ever seen," I say. I’m not exaggerating. She’s about average height, with medium-length hair and extra-long fingernails. She’s lusciously curved with generous thighs.

"Again, very funny, buddy," she spits out. She’s starting to get angry now. "Look, I don’t know what you want with me. You caught me doing something I should’ve saved for home. You say you don’t plan to tell Admin, and then you’re blowing smoke up my ass about how gorgeous I am. Do you think I’m so desperate that you can blackmail me?"

"Blackmail?" I ask, innocently. "I suppose you could call it that."

"Well listen, buddy," she says. Her voice is now absolutely angry, but her tone is controlled, her words even and clipped. "A word of advice for you. If you head over to the administrative assistant’s school area, you’ll find a lot of pretty young things you can blackmail to your heart’s content. You don’t need to be hassling an old woman like me."

At this I actually laugh. "Old, are you?" I say. "According to your drivers’ license you’re almost fifteen years older than I am. Not exactly time to be heading off into retirement, you know."

"Besides, I’ve seen the girls over in the admin assistant’s school. You’re right. There’re lots of so-called pretty young things there. That’s the problem. They’re young. They’re practically kids. They wear so much makeup I’m surprised they can even crack a smile without the stuff breaking off their faces in huge chunks. And," I say significantly, "they’re so damn scrawny I don’t think they’ll ever be true women."

At this, she looks at me narrowly. "What are you talking about, buddy?" she says. "A guy who looks like you do must have the pick of the crop."

Annoyed, I lunge upwards and kiss her on her mouth, hard. She’s hesitant for a moment, then gives into my advance. She tastes spicy, no doubt a lingering reminder of her takeout sub she had earlier for her solitary dinner. I break the kiss and return to looking her in the eye. Now I’m about 10 inches from her face, and my hands are gripping either side of her shoulders.

"Listen," I say. "You’re right. I work out and I enjoy having a trim body. But I do not," I emphasise the word not, "let me repeat, do not particularly enjoy skinny little girls who look like they haven’t eaten in a month. You think I’m blowing smoke up your ass? Not on your life, lady! You’ve got the greatest ass I’ve seen in a long time, and I want a piece of it."

She still looks suspicious, and I guess that’s fair enough. Our whole damn world seems to promote the idea that a woman has to be 20 pounds underweight to be even remotely attractive. Stupid.

I decide to cut all the chatter and kiss her again. This time, I immediately get a warm response. I gently guide her from the plastic chair and perch her on edge of my desk. 

I’m starting to get hot, sweaty hot in addition to sexually hot; I’ve still got my security jacket on. I start to shrug it off, only to find her helping me. She starts unbuttoning my shirt. She sees my chest and her breath escapes in a rush of excitement. Hands stroke my chest, my shoulders, and my abdomen. I lean forward into her embrace and we kiss again, somehow deeper than the last time.

Now I’m working at her clothes. As always, she’s dressed impeccably, professionally. Thanks to my intervention earlier in the evening, she hadn’t yet bothered to put on her wool overcoat, but she’s still got a suit jacket, blouse, and dress slacks. Between the two of us we get the suit jacket off, and I find myself sliding my hands along her bare skin under her shirt. 

She’s a dreamland of softness. Everywhere I touch is yielding. I stroke and knead at her tummy, her breasts. I remove her blouse, kissing her softly after each button is undone. 

She moans quietly. I step back slightly to see her better. The movement causes her to open her eyes and look at me warily, as if expecting me to tell her this whole thing is a joke.

"You’re even more gorgeous than I’d imagined," I say, and I reach for her body, drawing myself back to her. My touches and caresses are easily matched by her own. Soft licks and kisses over each of our bodies, caresses and strokes in the moments in between.

I can’t wait any longer. I snake my hand into her slacks and work my way into her panties. The folds of her cunt feel like silk; slippery and soft wetness envelops my fingertips. Now she’s breathing even faster, and yet another soft moan escapes her lips. I stroke my fingers through her folds, feeling her body soften yet more against my intrusion, feeling her jump slightly when I brush against her clit. With a swift, sudden movement, I plunge two fingers into her sopping cunt. I twist them inside her, draw them in and out. She shudders with pleasure.

"Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop," she begs me.

Instead of answering, I kiss her again on her mouth, again hard. She’s hunching against me now, her ample hips thrusting against my hand. With my free hand I undo the top of her slacks, giving me enough room to reach around her ass and squeeze hard against her flesh.

My own breath is getting ragged, and when I speak into her ear, my voice sounds rough. "I want to fuck you ... ma’am. I want to fuck you hard."

"Here?" she whispers.

"Right here," I confirm. "Right now."

It takes me moments to extract my hands and pull her slacks down and off her legs. She reaches forward and undoes my uniform pants, pulling my briefs aside so she can grab my rock-hard cock. I grab both her hand and my cock, stroking our hands up and down my shaft. I put the tip of my cock at her cunt, then pause.

"I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to fuck you hard," I say quietly. She responds by thrusting her hips forward, eagerly meeting my first thrust. Immediately, I find myself all the way inside, buried up to my balls. I start fucking her. As promised, I’m fucking her hard. I grip her thighs, fingers digging deep into her flesh as I pound into her cunt. I can hear her moaning, making little whimpers and squeaks of pleasure. I can smell her now; her scent is permeating the little security office. Her smell, her sound, the feel of her flesh in my hands is driving me into a frenzy. I move swifter and swifter, hearing my balls slap against her with every thrust. Pressure mounting, I cry out as I come inside her. Continuing to thrust deep within her, she rewards me by the feel of her cunt pulsing from her orgasm.

As long as possible, we stay joined together; cock and cunt and come. Our breathing softens and our heartbeats slow. I can see she’s heavily flushed; from the feel of my skin, I’m sure that I am, too.

Gently, I straighten her blouse and refasten her buttons. I close up my uniform slacks, then pick up her dress slacks and help her ease them on. Soon, we’re both respectable again, though she’s still perched on the edge of my desk. The silence becomes awkward; I can tell she doesn’t know what to expect and that worries her.

Again, I stand close to her, my hips nestled within hers. I move my face to her ear and whisper, "That was an incredible fuck, ma’am. Now, it’s time for me to take you home and make love." 



Security Breach



George McLean had worked at the New City Nuclear Power Station as a security guard for the past nine and a half years. The slightly overweight 47 year old had been a security guard since he'd left high school, but this power station job was by far the best gig he'd had. Unlike the banks, building sites and multi-story corporate offices where he'd worked in the past, guarding the power station could almost be done in his sleep.

George shared the four till midnight twilight shift with Kevin Donaghy, his fellow security guard and best friend of the past three years. Most of the security measures in place at the New City Power Station were automated. Access controlled doors, metal detectors, CCTV, alarm systems, like most things these days, almost everything was computer controlled. All George and Kevin really had to do was keep an eye on the secure doors to the reactor, laboratory and mainframes. 

As far as George could figure it, there wasn't a lot inside worth taking anyway, so the chance of trouble was pretty low. About the worst he'd had to deal with in his nine and a half years on the job was a couple of protestors, complaining about some green, save the planet issue. Truth be told, they were more like receptionists than security guards.

"Did you catch the game last night McLean?" Kevin asked his pal between bites of his chocolate coated donut, interrupting George's thoughts.

"Yeah, the Saints fucking suck," George replied, referring to the bottom of the table New City team.

"You got that right McLean," Kevin replied in agreement. 

Kevin always referred to George by his surname -- McLean -- because he knew the grey haired security guard got a kick out of it. George shared the surname with John McLean, Bruce Willis's action hero character from the Die Hard movies. George knew that he was no hero, but the name made him feel like a tough guy, rather than the no hoper that he truly was.

The McLean surname had never got George laid however. If you discounted the odd hooker he'd hired from time to time, George hadn't had sex since his marriage had broken up 14 years ago. He'd never had the gift of the gab, or the looks, to attract the ladies. 

Their conversation was interrupted by the buzzer sounding on the doors to the secure area of the plant. George glanced up at the CCTV monitor to his right and saw a young, blonde woman in a white lab coat waiting outside. Beneath the open front of the coat, the blonde was wearing a smart black business skirt and a crisp white blouse. The carefully positioned and elevated camera gave George and Kevin the perfect view at the woman's attractive face, and a glimpse down the neckline of her blouse, revealing a hint of the delightful cleavage contained within.

"Please identify yourself at the access scanner Dr Lane," George spoke into the intercom.

The attractive blonde nodded and leant forward to wave her access card in front of the proximity scanner, the motion giving George and Kevin an even better view of the swelling tops of her ample breasts, despite her buttoned blouse.

"Holy shit," breathed George in admiration, taking his finger off the intercom button. "Sarah just gets hotter and hotter every time I see her."

"You got that right," murmured Kevin in agreement, licking his suddenly dry lips.

There was a buzzing sound as Dr Sarah Lane's access card was accepted and the magnetic locks on the secure doors unlocked.

"Hi guys," Sarah greeted them with her usual friendliness as she entered the security area. Her high heeled shoes clicked on the floor as she swept past the admiring gazes of the two guards, her lab coat hiding the best views of her long legs and firm posterior from their hungry gazes.

She was gone far too quickly for George's liking, the long legged scientist disappearing into the laboratory area to get on with her work.

"I still can't believe a brainy chick like her has such a smoking hot body," breathed Kevin in admiration, scratching at his nuts through his pants.

"Hey, that's my future wife you're lusting after," joked George in reply.

"One day you'll have to give her the old McLean frisking," Kevin replied with a wink, referring to the time when a particularly attractive courier had turned up at the power plant and George had tricked her into letting him pat her down. George had managed to cop a very nice feel of her tits and ass without getting himself slapped silly in the process. The idea of patting down Dr Sarah Lane made George's cock stir, although he knew that she was far too smart to fall for a prank like that.

After the highlight of Dr Lane's arrival, the shift continued on with the usual day to day boredom of life as a security guard. At about 5.30pm Kevin stood up from his seat in front of the CCTV monitors and stretched, letting out a loud yawn.

"I'm gonna head off for a patrol of the reactor housing and generators, it's too boring sitting here all day," Kevin announced. Station roaming patrols were a twice daily requirement of his and George's jobs; however they were rarely that diligent. Most of the day staff would have gone home by now so it was an ideal time for the patrol. 

George was about to sit back in his chair and daydream about Sarah Lane's breasts, when the buzzer sounded on the secure doors.

"A visitor?" murmured George in surprise as he looked up at the CCTV monitor. Standing at the doors was a drop dead gorgeous brunette. She wore a very short tan skirt that barely came down to mid-thigh, displaying a pair of long slender legs, and a tight fitting white blouse. The front of the blouse swelled out, containing an incredible pair of breasts that seemed to dwarf even Sarah Lane's massive knockers.

George took a moment to regain his composure as he stared at the beautiful brunette in admiration. "Please identify yourself ma'am," he finally managed to stammer over the intercom.

"Bronwyn Holmes," she replied. "I'm here to meet with Dr Lane."

George frowned at the reply, Sarah had never had visitors before and at this evening hour it seemed an odd time for a visit.

"I've got an appointment," the woman added.

George leaned over and took a look at the meetings log, sure enough Sarah had pencilled in a 'B. Holmes' for this evening.

"I'll buzz you through," announced George, pressing the red access button and letting the buxom visitor through the secure access doors. He couldn't help but notice her large bust jiggle slightly as she walked through, her high heeled shoes clicking on the floor.

"Please step up to the red line there," said George, pointing to a painted red line on the floor as he got up from behind the desk and moved over to stand in front of the attractive visitor. "As part of the Station security procedures I'm going to have to check you for weapons and explosives," George explained.

The woman smiled and raised one eyebrow doubtfully, "Explosives?"

"I know it seems a little silly ma'am," agreed George," but the terrorist threat against a facility such as this is very real." The line had worked wonders with the courier and Kevin's 'McLean frisking' comments, combined with the sight of Bronwyn Holmes' ample chest had inspired old George.

"Terrorists?" Bronwyn repeated dubiously.

"That's right, this is a nuclear power plant after all."

"Very well," Bronwyn said with a sigh of agreement.

George gave a nod, trying to contain his grin of excitement as he moved around behind her.

"Wait," said Bronwyn. George's heart sank and he froze in place. "Shouldn't you have one of those metal detector wands."

"Ah..." George stammered a little uncertainly. "We do but..." he glanced over at the shelving on the far wall where there was indeed a metal detector. "But it's not working at the moment. I'm going to have to do a manual pat down."

"Oh, okay then," Bronwyn said with a shrug.

George stepped behind her. "Please extend your arms out to the sides and remain in position."

George ran his hands along first one arm, then the other, giving them a very cursory search. He intended to be a lot more thorough on the rest of her killer body however. He ran his hands down her sides, his fingertips lightly brushing the sides of her heavy breasts, giving him a taste of what was to come. His searching hands slid over the womanly curve of Bronwyn's hips and down the outside of her thighs.

The gorgeous brunette didn't even flinch as George's hands brushed down over her bare lower thighs and knees, although there was clearly nothing to search there. He then ran his hands up the back of her long legs, almost tempted to dip up under her skirt, but not wanting to take that risk quite yet, he had other treasures in mind.

George licked his lips as his hands slid up over the outside of her skirt, sliding up until he cupped the firm cheeks of her buttocks in his palms. George then gave Bronwyn's delightfully rounded ass a slight squeeze, half expecting to be slapped at any second. The slap didn't come however, so George ran his palms in a circle over Bronwyn's skirt-clad posterior and gave it another squeeze before sliding his hands up to her hips again.

"Almost done," he told her, stepping closer and resisting the urge to thrust his bulging hard-on against her ass. His hands slid around her front, rubbing over her flat stomach and then moving upwards. 

His hands trembled and George felt as though his pants were about to explode as his hands moved up towards the woman's massive tits. He gave a barely audible groan as he cupped the underside of her heavy boobs, his thumbs rubbing over their sides. The woman still didn't complain so George pushed his luck further, his hands moving up and closing right over her big tits, cupping them through her blouse.

George bit his lower lip as his hard crotch brushed against her ass and he gave Bronwyn's breasts a firm squeeze. George ran his hands over the large melons more groping than searching as he explored their expanse. Her wonderfully large jugs felt firm and perky despite their size, she was wearing what felt like a lace bra beneath her blouse, but he still felt the hard jut of her nipples through the layers of material.

"Are you done?" Bronwyn asked impatiently as George mauled at her bosom.

"Ah," George stammered, snapping out of the trance her breasts had placed on him. He released her tits. "I, um. I can't tell, it feels like you might have something in there."

"I do, my tits," she replied, a bit annoyed by the security guard at this point.

"I need to check," George swallowed, his was shaking with excitement at the groping he'd been able to get away with. She was far hotter than the courier he'd tricked and Bronwyn's tits were absolutely out of this world. "Can you please open your blouse."

The pretty brunette frowned, clearly frustrated. "You're not going to grope me more?"

George did his best innocent look. "Of course not ma'am. I just need a quick look, to make sure you don't have a gun hidden in there."

Bronwyn sighed in annoyance, but to George's delighted surprise she reached up and unbuttoned her blouse.

George openly stared at her, his crotch bulging obscenely at the front of his uniform as Bronwyn pulled open her blouse, displaying her impressive bra-clad tits. The horny security guard gaped at the sight of her white bra, her huge breasts forming an impressive cleavage above the lace.

"See," she said after a moment. "I'm obviously not carrying a bomb."

"I just need to double check..." began George, reaching out for her tits again.

"No way!" Bronwyn snapped, stepping backwards away from him and pulling her blouse closed. "Just let me through now!" she said, buttoning her blouse back up.

George decided that he'd pushed his luck as far as it would go. "You can go on through," he said, somewhat meekly.

Bronwyn gave him a nod and then headed out to Sarah's lab. 

George gave his crotch a rub, trying to move his erection to a more comfortable position inside his suddenly tight uniform pants. When he got back to his desk he noticed that the monitors that should have been showing the feed from the external security cameras were out. Black and white static filled the screens.

"That's odd," he murmured walking over to the screens and banging on the side of one with his fist. The technique usually fixed his broken television at home, but didn't seem to have the desired effect on the security monitors.

George was about to radio for Kevin when the monitor that showed the entrance to the secure area also went down in a burst of static.

"What the fuck..." George didn't have time to react as the door suddenly burst open, whatever had brought the camera systems down also seemed to effect the magnetic locks on the security doors. He ducked down behind his desk as two women armed with handguns exploded into the room.

"Oh shit!" he swore as he cowered behind his desk and fumbled for his own gun. He was not paid enough for this kind of shit.

"Drop your gun and come out from behind the desk!" yelled one of the women, a surprisingly beautiful blonde.

"We won't say it twice," warned her partner, an attractive red head. Both women were dressed in tight black clothing, and bizarrely like all the other women that George had encountered today they had lovely big tits.

"Screw that," muttered George, without looking up and exposing himself, George reached his gun over the top of the desk and opened fire, squeezing off several shots from his semi-automatic pistol. The security room filled with the sound of gunfire as the two intruders returned fire and dived for cover.

A pile of paperwork sitting on the desk just above where George crouched exploded as it was riddled with bullets. George cowered lower behind the desk, briefly wondering what his namesake John McLean would do in a situation like this. He didn't get a chance to act however, as the next moment there was a voice from behind him, back towards the labs.

"Drop the gun tough guy!" said a woman's voice.

George turned and saw that Bronwyn had returned from the labs. She held Dr Sarah Lane in front of her and had a gun in her hand, pointed at the lovely scientist's head. "Drop it or Dr Lane is dead!"

"Okay, okay!" George said immediately. He dropped his gun and raised his hands high above his head, defeated.

George stood up from behind his desk, his hands up. All three women had their guns trained on him.

"How did you get that gun?" he asked Bronwyn in surprise.

"You didn't search my handbag," she replied with a smile as she pushed Sarah forward, getting her to stand beside George. "Your hands were filled with other things it would appear."

George inwardly cursed at his obvious oversight.

"Both of you, get over there, by the wall," Bronwyn said, keeping her gun trained on them. She glanced over at where the redhead and blonde stood, "Nicky, get onto those computers. Julie, go get the rest of our gear."

The two women immediately sprang into action, the red head moving over to George's desk and the blonde heading back out through the disabled security door to get whatever gear it was that Bronwyn had wanted.

Bronwyn, keeping her gun trained on them, moved forward, standing directly in front of George. George sucked in a sudden gasp of air as she ran her hand over his shoulder and placed on finger under his chin, making sure that he was looking straight at him. Her eyes narrowed as she stared into his, then ran her hand down his side to his hip, all the while her other hand kept her gun aimed straight at his heart.

"Maybe I should search you for explosives," she said dangerously.

George swallowed as Bronwyn's hand moved down off his hip and then suddenly pressed against his crotch. He gasped in surprise as her fingers curled up between his legs, cupping his genitals in her hand.

"Hmm," she murmured thoughtfully, clearly feeling that he still had an erection from his earlier search of her. "It feels like you might have something in there," she said, quoting his previous words.

George's eyes widened as she gave his groin a firm squeeze, he couldn't quite work out if it was painful or pleasurable as she squeezed his balls and cock through his pants.

"We have a problem here," called out Nicky, the red head sitting at the computer on George's desk.

Bronwyn muttered in impatience, releasing George and stepping back. "What is it?" she demanded.

"The computer," began Nicky. "The screensaver has come on, we need a password."

Bronwyn shook her head, "Fine, so what's the password?" she turned to face George.

"I don't know," he lied.

"The password," Bronwyn repeated her tone firmer. She stepped forward and pressed the barrel of her gun directly to George's forehead.

George froze at the feel of the cold steel against his skin, his erection immediately softened in his pants.

"The password," Bronwyn insisted, pushing the gun barrel harder against his head.

"I honestly don't know," George lied again. He figured that if he bought enough time then Kevin might come back.

Bronwyn stepped away again and glanced over at where her partner Nicky sat at the computer. "Can't you hack it?" she asked. "I thought you said we wouldn't have issues with passwords."

Nicky shook her head. "With the screensaver on I can't access anything or load any of my systems bypass tools. The screensaver shouldn't be on, they're set up to come on only after 90 minutes of inactivity. The guards do security system diagnostics and camera tests every fifteen minutes, there's no way the screensavers should be on unless they haven't touched the system the whole shift."

Bronwyn looked at George in disgust, "I wouldn't put it past this fat slacker."

"Hey!" George began to protest at the insult, but the angry glare that Bronwyn shot him quickly shut him up.

"Can you restart the system or something?" suggested Bronwyn.

"No, any shutdown will alert their emergency tech teams."

"Fuck!" swore Bronwyn. She turned back to George and Sarah. "The password now please!" She aimed the gun at Sarah this time.

"I don't know it," George said, still trying to buy more time. "Like your friend said I haven't even touched the system all shift."

"The password or she dies!" threatened Bronwyn.

"I don't know it," bluffed George, starting to get a little worried now.

Bronwyn frowned suspiciously at him, she wasn't sure whether to believe him or not. The buxom blonde terrorist hesitated a moment and then lowered her gun. She set it down on the desk behind her and once again stepped up towards George, deciding to try a different approach to obtain the password. 

She stepped right in front of George, invading his personal space so that her body was only a few inches away from his. Despite the situation George was very acutely aware of Bronwyn's chest, only inches from his own. Her ample bosom jutted out against her thin white blouse, the lace of her bra visible through the material. The top few buttons of her blouse were open and from his very up close and personal perspective he had an ideal view into her deep cleavage, the upper swells of her impressively vast breasts in plain sight.

Bronwyn leant in close, her mouth inches from George's neck and her head almost resting on his shoulder. "If you cooperate it'll be much easier for you," she whispered, her voice suddenly soft and husky, especially compared to her earlier threats. 

George swallowed as he felt her soft lips ever so slightly brush against the side of his neck. The tips of her breasts lightly brushed against his chest and he felt the blood rushing to his groin.

"I can be very nice, you know," Bronwyn told him, one of her hands stroking his cheek as she kissed the corner of his jaw softly, her lips felt like a feather against his skin. 

Bronwyn moved her left leg forward, her bare knee stroking against the inside of George's thigh. The middle aged security guard was breathing heavily now, unable to help but get turned on by the seductive actions of the terrorist.




Security Breach



"What's the password?" Bronwyn whispered into his ear, her tongue coming out to gently tease his ear lobe. The soft curves of her body were pressed fully against him now, and he felt her smooth left thigh press against his bulging groin.

Before he could say anything there was a commotion from the far side of the room.

Bronwyn spun away from George in surprise, to see George's partner Kevin returning to the security room. Bronwyn rushed forward, diving for the desk where she'd left her gun.

Nicky the other terrorist also sprung into action, ducking down behind the computer desk where she sat.

Kevin was just as surprised as the two terrorists, he had no idea the plant was under attacked. The inept security guard immediately started to fumble for his gun.

George saw the sudden opportunity and wasn't about to wait around and see what happened. He grabbed Sarah by the wrist and tugged her towards the lab door, taking advantage of the distraction to make a run for it.

As the pair ducked hurriedly away the sounds of gunfire filled the security room. If George had been a betting man there was no way he'd put money on his old partner against the apparently well trained terrorists. As much as he hated the idea that Kevin might get killed there was nothing he could do to stop it. Pulling Sarah hurriedly behind him he didn't look back as they made a run for it down the long corridor leading towards the labs and rear areas of the plant.

There was more gunfire as George pulled Sarah through the second door they came across, leading to a spare parts storage room. Sarah's eyes were wide with fright as George pulled her into a closet right at the back of the storage room and yanked the door shut.

Thankfully the lab area was a maze of storage rooms, laboratory's and computer rooms so they should be safe in there for the time being.

"Stay quiet," hissed George as he pulled Sarah in against him, the closet was a tight fit and he found himself pressed right up against the beautiful scientists back as they hid in the small space.

The gunfire was soon silenced, and followed by the sound of running feet and slamming doors as the terrorists obviously tried to track them down. George even heard the storage room door that they were in open, but fortunately whichever of their attackers was searching, didn't venture far enough into the junk filled room to see the small closet that was their hiding place.

George's cock was still erect, hard from the teasing that Bronwyn had given him moments before. It was nuzzled firmly against Dr Lane's nicely rounded posterior as they huddled in the closet, but if she noticed his hardness she was polite enough not to say anything. 

Sarah still had her lab coat on so their were quite a few layers of clothing between George's cock and her ass, nevertheless, George couldn't help but note how nice it felt rubbing up against her in the cramped confines of their hiding place.

He wiggled his hips and nestled the hard shaft of his cock between the firm lobes of Sarah's buttocks. George was very horny by this point and he wished there were no clothes at all separating them and that he could ram his cock up into the beautiful scientist. He leant forward, breathing in the scent of her hair, slowly grinding himself against her ass.

They remained there for another five minutes in complete silence before Sarah finally spoke. "Do you think we can open the door?" she whispered quietly, eager to get away from the obvious erection that was poking into her from behind. In the small space she could hardly blame George for rubbing against her, but that didn't mean she particularly liked it.

"Yeah okay," George said, somewhat reluctantly.

They crept up out of the closet, nervous that at any moment they would get jumped by one of the terrorists.

"Seems safe," said Sarah, peering around cautiously.

George was rubbing his hard package through his pants, in obvious discomfort. "Sorry about in there," he said. "I'm not sure if you noticed, but that lady got me really worked up back there."

"It's okay," Sarah replied, glancing distastefully at George's crotch as he rubbed it. His pants bulged out obscenely. "So what are we going to do?"

"I don't know," snapped George, obviously distracted by his own hard-on. "Jesus, I don't think I've been this hard since I was eighteen."

"You're the security guard," Sarah said in annoyance, "surely there are procedures for incidents like this?"

"I can't think at the moment," George replied, shaking his head. "I'm so fucking horny."

"Now's not the time to be playing with your dick," Sarah said angrily watching his rub at the front of his pants, trying to manoeuvre his erection into a more comfortable angle within the confines of his pants.

"Look, I'm going to have to get this thing out," announced George, completely ignoring Sarah.

"No..." Sarah began to protest but it was too late. George had unzipped the front of his trousers and pulled out his rock hard erect before she could stop him. He was right though, he was definitely hard. The middle aged security guard's cock jutted out from his pants, pointing upwards like an arrow, hard as a rock, it was bright red and almost looked as though it was throbbing angrily with arousal. "Jesus, you are hard," murmured Sarah, staring at George cock in surprise.

"Oh that feels better," George groaned at the sudden freedom. 

"No wonder you can't think straight," remarked Sarah, her eyes still glued to George's cock.

"I can get us out of this mess," announced George. "But first I need to get rid of this so I can come up with a plan."

Sarah frowned doubtfully at his penis. "What do you mean?"

"Well I can hardly run around with my cock sticking out of my pants like this, no can I?"

"No, what do you mean get rid of it?"

"I'll need to get it out of my system," he explained.

"Take a cold shower, think of baseball?" suggested Sarah, although she had a feeling that wasn't his intention.

"It'll take too long, they could be back at any moment," George dismissed the suggestion. "I need to cum."

"Oh," replied Sarah in surprise. She paused a moment before continuing. "So you'll have to play with yourself. Masturbate?" 

George shook his head. "Too slow," he said with absolute certainty. "The fastest way will be if you do it for me."

Sarah's eyes widened in surprise. "You want me to give you a handjob."

George again shook his head. "It'll be faster if you suck it."

"Suck!? There's no way I'm going to suck your cock George!" Sarah said in horror.

"Look," George said with sigh. "Think about this logically. We don't have a lot of time. They need my password and they won't stop looking for us until they find us so they could be back this way any minute. If we don't do something quick we're in trouble. So yes, I could play with myself but that'll take time. I need to get stimulated as quickly as possible. As you can imagine a blowjob will be pretty damn stimulating. So unless you can think of something faster I suggest you start sucking quick."

Sarah opened her mouth to reply, but couldn't think of a comeback. She didn't notice that his erection wasn't exactly stopping him from thinking fast enough to come up with that long line of logic. In her ultra stressed state his words made complete sense, even if the idea of sucking the old security guards cock repulsed her, in this life and death situation it seemed to her as her only choice.

"Okay," Sarah announced at last. "I guess I can do it for you. But that's all. And I've got a boyfriend so after I'm done we don't mention it to anyone ever."

"Agreed," George said quickly, before the lovely scientist had time for second thoughts. He glanced around the store room, it was pretty crowded with spare parts so there was nowhere to sit or get comfortable. "I guess we'll just have to do it here, kneel down."

Sarah nodded as if defeated and knelt down on the floor. George's cock was already out of his pants and he stepped forward, presenting the rock hard shaft towards her mouth.

"Okay Sarah, give me one of your best blowjobs, we're on a timetable here," George announced, rather pleased with himself.

When Sarah's mouth touched his cock George let out a loud groan of pleasure and the kneeling blonde jerked her head away from him in surprise. "Shhh! They might hear!" she told him, glancing nervously at the door to the storage room.

"Oh, sorry," George apologised. "Carry on, I'll be quieter."

Sarah hesitated a moment and then leant back in, opening her mouth and capturing the tip of George's rock hard cock between her lips, sucking him into her wet mouth without using her hands at all. George gave a quieter moan of pleasure as her mouth slid down onto his dick, bathing him in warmth.

"That's nice Sarah," he whispered as the busty scientist started to bob her head back and forth, working the tight seal of her lips up and down the shaft of his cock, her tongue working the lower side of his cock as she sucked him.

The blowjob was better than George ever imagined, Sarah's head bobbed rapidly over his cock, taking more and more of his length into her hot mouth with each suck. Her cheeks were hollowed with the effort and each time she moved her mouth down his cock he felt his dick sliding over her tongue and pressing against the back of her throat. The fact that she was doing it with no hands made it even more of a turn on for the middle aged security guard.

"Jesus, you're like a fucking vacuum," George moaned in appreciation as Sarah swallowed most of his cock, her lips stretched around the base of his erection.

Sarah pulled her mouth off his cock, making wet, smacking sound as his penis popped free. "We've got to hurry this up," she told him nervously. "If it'll help you can fuck my mouth."

George gave a lusty groan at the suggestion, he didn't need to hear that offer more than once. He reached down grabbing hold of the hair on the top of Sarah's head, holding her in place as he shoved his cock back into her anxious mouth. Sarah gave a grunt as George's cock thrust deep into her mouth.

"Oh fuck yeah!" gasped George, it was taking all his control not to shout out with pleasure. He had a tight grip on Sarah's head, pulling her in towards his thrusting loins as he pumped his cock rapidly in and out of her mouth.

Sarah effortlessly took his whole length, letting him drive his cock all way into her mouth with each thrust, his balls smacking against her chin. George's cock was like a jackhammer, fucking in and out of Sarah's obliging mouth as fast as he could manage. He gave a final strangled grunt of pleasure as his cock exploded in Sarah's mouth. George held her head down on his cock, not letting her mouth retreat as he spurted heavily straight down her throat. Sarah swallowed desperately to avoid choking, letting him spend his seed and relieve the intense arousal that had distracted him from thinking of an escape from the terrorists.

"Fuck me!" groaned George as he released Sarah's head and his cock slipped from her mouth. "That hit the spot!"

Sarah wiped her mouth and chin with both hands. "You owe me big time for that," she told him, swallowing to try and get the salty taste of his cum out of her mouth. "Remember no one finds out about this," she added as she got to her feet, brushing dust off her knees.

"Of course baby, no problem," George confirmed, a huge grin of pleasure covering his face. He couldn't believe that he'd actually got to fuck Dr Sarah Lane's sweet, sweet mouth.

"So what's the plan?" Sarah asked, getting back to the business at hand.

"Well things aren't looking good," admitted George as he stuffed his cock back into his uniform pants and zipped up his fly. "We're outnumbered by at least three to two and they've got guns, we're unarmed."

"So what do we do?" Sarah sounded a little scared at their grim situation.

George's gaze scanned the room and then he reached down and picked up a short piece of heavy steel piping, about a foot long.

"I'm hoping we drew them out, I'm going to see if I can sneak back to the security station and get some help. You stay put."

"Okay," Sarah quickly agreed, pleased they had a firm plan of attack.

George took a deep breath, tightening his grip on the steel pipe. He took one last lingering look at the gorgeous Dr Lane, hardly able to believe that his sticky load was currently rolling around in her belly at that very moment.

"Good luck," Sarah called after him as he pulled open the storeroom door and glanced out into the empty hallway.

"Thanks," George said with a nod and then stepped out, quietly shutting the door behind him and creeping off cautiously back in the direction of the security station where they'd left Kevin and the terrorists in a shootout.

Head made his way down the hallway, completely on edge, expecting to be jumped by Bronwyn Holmes or one of her cronies at any moment. Surprisingly he made it all the way back to the security station without incident.

Holding his breath and trying to remain as calm and silent as possible, George peeked into the security room. The first thing that caught his eye was his partner Kevin Donaghy lying face down on the floor, a pool of blood accumulated around his torso area. George swore inwardly, vowing that he'd do whatever he could to take down the three bitches that had killed him.

The next thing he noticed was one of the terrorists. It was the blonde one who'd been sent back for something, Julie was what Bronwyn had called her. She was bent over a large metal case not too far from the door where George was located, he couldn't help but admire how nice her ass looked in the skin-tight black trousers she was wearing. There was no sign of either of the other terrorists and from what George could see the screen saver on his computer was still turned on so they hadn't made much progress on whatever their goal was in this attack.

George didn't wait for her to notice him, but immediately moved into action. He was across the small distance that separated them before she could react, his steel pipe swinging down and connecting solidly with the back of her skull.

Julie's eyes rolled back in their sockets and she slumped to the floor, lying motionless. George immediately bent over her, checking her pulse. She was unconscious, still alive.

He dragged her behind one of the desks and then went back to take a look inside the metal case she had been crouching over. Inside were a bunch of tools and something that looked like explosives. George still had no idea what the three terrorists were up to, but he was sure it wasn't good. He glanced at the door, checking that neither of the other two had returned and then walked back to where the unconscious blonde lay behind the desk.

He knelt down beside her and checked to see if she had a gun or any weapons. He couldn't see anything obvious concealed on her, her tight black clothing didn't exactly have a lot of hiding places. George lifted her up onto her side, checking if she had a back pocket on those tight black pants. Despite a lack of a pocket, George still ran his hand over Julie's buttocks, admiring their smooth roundness and the way her tight pants clung to her ass. It felt deliciously firm through her pants.

George lowered her back to the ground, feeling a slight stirring in his own pants after the quick grope he'd given the unconscious blonde. He couldn't help but think back to the pat down he'd given Bronwyn when she had arrived.

"Hmm, maybe she's hiding a gun in her bra," he remarked thoughtfully to himself. George then reached down with both hands and grabbed hold of Julie's sizeable tits, giving them a squeeze through her clothing, it felt as though she didn't have a bra on at all, and certainly not a gun. George ran his hands over the blonde's big tits, giving them a few more firm squeezes and gropes, she wasn't exactly in a position to protest so he didn't have to pretend to search like he had done with Bronwyn.

"These are lovely," breathed George as he massaged the unconscious blonde's huge tits in both hands. They felt huge, at least as big as Bronwyn's. In the back of his mind he was vaguely aware of the potential danger of one of the other terrorists returning, but right now he was far too caught up in this once in a lifetime titty-feeling opportunity.

He reached down and untucked Julie's black top, pulling it up over her tits that it was bunched up around her neck. Sure enough she had nothing on beneath, her large breasts were now naked before his eyes. 

"Wow," murmured George in appreciation. He reached for her bare tits, cupping them in his hands. They felt very warm and soft, not to mention big. The large round orbs of flesh more than filled his hands. George had to move his hands around to cover their full surface, squeezing and stroking eagerly.

The horny security guard pressed Julie's tits together with his palms, watching the flesh well up between his fingers. He groped and mauled at her big tits in his hands for a couple of minutes before leaning down and sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. He then proceeded to lick and slobber over her huge knockers, getting more and more turned on as he went.

"Christ I'm turned on," moaned George as he lifted his mouth up off Julie's chest, which was slick with his saliva. He rubbed his erection through his pants, he was as hard as he'd been before Sarah had relieved him back in the storeroom. 

George gave Julie's right breast a light tap on the side, watching the firm mound quiver on her chest at his touch. He considered returning to Sarah for another blowjob, her mouth had felt so good on his dick. But then again there was a perfectly good mouth right here for the using. And Julie was hardly in any position to complain to refuse him. 

George grinned at his own good idea, briefly glancing over towards the doorway to check that there was no sign of the other terrorists. With the coast clear, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection, moving to kneel beside the unconscious blonde's head.

Holding his cock in one hand, using his other to hold Julie by the top of her head and keep her in place, he touched the tip of his hard cock to her soft lips.

"Very nice," he whispered softly as he rubbed the end of his penis over her full lips. He gave her mouth a couple of quick slaps with his cock and then rubbed it over her cheeks, nose and chin. The fact that Julie was motionless and unresponsive actually turned George on even more.

He turned her head slightly to the side and pushed the head of his cock into Julie's mouth, spearing her lips apart with his thick erection. George gave a moan of pleasure as his penis slid over Julie's tongue and pushed as deep into her mouth as he could get it from the slightly awkward angle hunched over her face.

"Oh yeah!" groaned George, going up onto one knee to get a better angle of attack. He held her head in place and started to pump his hips, sliding his hard dick in and out of her mouth. It felt incredible, although not as good as it had been with Sarah, with her actively sucking on his cock.

George fucked her mouth for about a minute, but wasn't completely satisfied, kneeling over her on the floor made it impossible for him to get his penis all the way into her mouth and his legs were getting tired crouching at her face.

George stood up and cleared some space on the desk beside him. He lifted Julie up by the shoulders and wrestled her onto the desk, fortunately her slim body was reasonably light. He lay her on her back, still unconscious, with her shirt up around her neck and her big tits still uncovered.

The middle aged security guard reached for Julie's big tits, squeezing them in his fists roughly a few times. He then pulled her towards him so that her head was tilted back, right on the very edge of the desk and lined up nicely at his crotch height. George took hold of his erection and rubbed it over her right cheek, leaving a smeared trail of pre-cum across her face. When the tip of his cock touched her full lips he pushed forward with his pelvis, spearing open Julie's mouth and pushing his hardness inside her.




Security Breach



"Oh yeah!" he groaned, holding Julie's unconscious head in both hands now and pushing his cock deep into her mouth. Her tongue felt great as it slid across the top of his hard penis. The angle of Julie's head meant her throat was open and he could push his cock right the way into her mouth. "Jesus that's good!" he breathed.

George began to pump his hips, sliding his cock smoothly in and out of Julie's hot mouth. Even though she was unconscious and not actively sucking on him it still felt great and he was able to drive his cock impossibly deep into her throat. Every few thrusts he pulled right out, not wanting to suffocate her, and rubbed or slapped his cock against her cheeks and lips.

He stood straddling her face, his hips pumping as he fucked her face enthusiastically, his balls slapping her nose with each thrust. George's hands slid up to Julie's tits, squeezing them as he face-fucked her, it felt absolutely wonderful.

"Fucking hell this is good!" he gasped, driving his cock into her mouth vigorously as he pinched her nipples and shook her big tits in his hands. George's nut were churning with sperm as his thrusts went harder and deeper still, impaling her face on his shaft.

"Ahh!" he gave a loud groan of pleasure as his cock exploded, hot cum spurting straight down Julie's throat. George pulled out, a second heavy splurge of semen shooting over Julie's face as she coughed and choked on his load. George gripped her boobs tightly as he painted her face with his seed, surprised at how heavy his explosion was despite the large load he'd left in Sarah's belly only a short time ago.

George wiped his cock clean using Julie's soft blonde hair and then stuffed himself back into his pants.

"Hold it right there!" came a stern voice from behind him.

George turned and saw that one of the terrorists had returned. It was the redhead, the one Bronwyn had called Nicky, and she was pointing a gun straight at him.

"Shit!" cursed George as he raised his hands in defeat.

Nicky glanced at where her blonde friend was slumped backwards over the desk, unconscious with her face coated in sticky cum. "What the fuck have you done to her?" demanded the clearly pissed off terrorist.

George shrugged. "I found her like that."

Nicky glared at him, clearly not believing his lie. She didn't reply however, instead she grabbed a walkie talkie from her belt.

"Bronwyn, it's Nicky here."

"Go ahead," came the reply from the other end.

"I've got one of them. The fat security guard. But there's no sign of the woman," Nicky said.

"Fat?" remarked George in mock indignation.

"Good work," replied Bronwyn from somewhere deeper inside the power station. "I'll keep looking. You stay there and try get the password out of him."

"With pleasure," responded Nicky as she shut off the radio and glared dangerously over at George.

"Why don't you let me go and we can forget all about this?" suggested George. It was clear that Bronwyn was in charge and he was hoping he might be able to talk Nicky around to giving up.

"Sit down," Nicky snapped, gesturing towards a nearby chair with her raised gun. She glanced over at Julie's prone form on the desk as George hurriedly obeyed and took a seat. 

"We must be able to work something out here?" George said hopefully.

"Yes," agreed Nicky as she stepped closer. "You'll tell me the password, and I won't shoot you in the balls."

George swallowed and didn't reply.

Nicky lashed out with the butt of her gun, cracking George across the side of his face. The security guards head snapped around and he grunted in pain.

"What's the password?" Nicky demanded. She clearly wasn't going to take no for an answer.

George shook his head as Nicky raised her hand for another strike. His ears were still ringing from the last blow. "Wait!" he said hurriedly.

"You'll give me the password?"

"Yes!" agreed George. "We can definitely make a deal here."

"A deal?" Nicky's eyes narrowed. "I'm not letting you go if that's what you're thinking."

George shrugged. "Okay, we can bargain a bit."

"Tell me the password or I'll shoot you," Nicky threatened the middle aged security guard.

"Look, you can beat and shoot me all day," said George. "Or we can make a deal and everyone can be happy."

"What kind of deal?" demanded the beautiful red head. 

"Well obviously you're not going to let me go or anything, but that doesn't mean I should get nothing in return for the password. I think I deserve a little bit of pleasure if I'm going to help you out."

"What deal?" snapped Nicky, losing her patience.

"You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours," George grinned up at her, warming up to the negotiation. "I just want you to be nice. Coax the password out of me, don't beat it out of me. I just want a little pleasure here baby."

Nicky was looking at him in mild disgust as his words sunk in.

George carried on. "You've got to earn the password honey," he told her. "Bronwyn was doing a good job of getting my cooperation earlier," he said, remembering the feel of the busty brunette's tongue against his ear. "You've got to win me over, seduce me."

Nicky stared speculatively at him for a moment and then reached behind her back and stuffed her gun into the back of her belt. She then wordlessly opened a bag on the side of the room and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"Kinky," remarked George as she clamped his hands behind her back. "I'm already feeling more sympathetic to your point of view."

Nicky reached down into George's lap and cupped his crotch through his pants. Despite the workout his penis had already received there was an immediate stirring.

"I'll scratch your back then Mr Security Guard," agreed Nicky with apparent resentment, as she squeezed his cock. "But you'd damn well better give me that password."

George grinned as she unzipped his fly. "I promise."

The busty redhead pulled out George's hard cock and took a firm grasp in her soft right hand. It was still a little sticky from his encounter with the unconscious blonde and her hand began to easily glide up and down the shaft as she started to stroke him.

"I hope you're going to do more than just play with it," remarked George as he looked down at the gorgeous terrorist giving him a handjob.

"Fuck you!" snapped back Nicky, glancing over once again at her unconscious companion, the blonde's pretty face splatter with George's seed. "I'm certainly not putting this thing in my mouth."

"Hmm," George considered a moment, "Don't stop stroking, while we negotiate."

Nicky rolled her eyes, "Fine." Her hand once again began to slide up and down George's stiff pole.

George had to admit that he'd just had two rather wonderful blowjob's, well Sarah's BJ was fantastic and Julie's mouth had certainly been very obliging. "Ok not blowjob, but you're going to have to do better than this to get me off. Surely the password is worth a nice fuck."

"No chance in hell!" cried Nicky, pausing her handjob but keeping her hand on his cock. "There's no way this thing is going in my pussy. I'm not on the pill and there's no way I want to have fat little security guard babies."

"Keep stroking," instructed George nodding down at her still hand. Nicky sighed but nevertheless starting rubbing his hard dick again. "Okay I can fuck you up the ass then, that way you won't get pregnant."

"Christ!" swore Nicky, muttering under her breath, "this is like high school all over again."

"I'll be quick," George assured her. "You've got a nice tight looking butt on you."

"Fuck you!" she snapped. "No anal. How about I let you fuck my tits? That's gotta be a good compromise." 

George grinned. He could hardly believe that he managed to go from her trying to kill him a few minutes ago, to her bargaining which part of her voluptuous body he was going to get to stick his penis into. This was sure turning out to be a great day all things considered. Well, except for the part about Kevin dying of course.

"Deal. Your tits for the password," he agreed. 

Nicky let go of George's cock and reached for her black top, yanking it up over her head. Just like the blonde terrorist she wore nothing underneath and her big, heavy tits feel free. They were beautiful -- firm, round and massive. Just the way George liked them.

"Nice," he murmured in appreciation, wishing his hands were free to squeeze those lovely puppies.

Nicky slid her hands up her sides to cup and squeeze her own tits, pushing the ample melons together and then pinching her nipples. She then shuffled forward, moving between George's thighs and leaning forward, trapping George's stiffly erect cock in her deep cleavage, her warm, soft boobs pressing around the hard shaft.

The beautiful redhead began to stroke her breasts up and down over the length of George's hard cock, her tits feeling incredible wrapped around him. His hips hunched up awkwardly from the chair, trying to hump up into the redhead's soft cleavage in time with her titfucking.

"You like that?" murmured Nicky as she used her big boobs to stroke the security guards trembling erection.

"Oh yeah, fuck me with those big titties!" replied George, loving every minute of this.

The next time Nicky moved down with her big jugs, George thrust upwards off the seat. This caused his cock to push out through the top of Nicky's cleavage and poke her in the face, skimming across the corner of her mouth and over her smooth cheek. 

"Fuck off," she said scowling as she let go of him and wiped her cheek with one hand. She looked back down at his hard cock and sighed. "Are you almost done?"

"Not really," admitted George. "But don't let that stop you continuing." 

Nicky grimaced. "Hurry it up then," she said, reaching down and giving his erection a few strokes in her soft hand.

"If you uncuff my hands and let me touch those hooters of yours things will go faster," suggested George.

"Nice try," replied the redhead sarcastically.

"I'll hold your tits so your hands will be free to keep the gun on me," he added.

Nicky's eyes narrowed as if she was weighing up his honesty. "Okay," she said at last. The topless terrorist stood up and moved around behind George, unlocking his handcuffs. As he rubbed his wrists she pulled out her gun and moved back around to kneel at his feet. She pointed the gun up at his face and thrust out her chest, offering her big breasts up towards his upthrust erection.

"This is romantic," remarked George sarcastically. He reached out and grabbed hold of Nicky's lovely big breasts in his hands, moaning in appreciation as he gave the ample melons a firm squeeze. "You do have a fantastic rack," he complemented her as he massaged the full orbs in his groping hands.

"Thanks. So are you going to fuck them then?" replied Nicky, eager to get this over and down with.

"Certainly ma'am," agreed George, shuffling down in his seat and pressing her heavy jugs together around his hard cock.

He began using her breasts to stroke up and down on his cock, it proved a little awkward. "I think this will be easier if I stand up," he told her.

"Fine," allowed Nicky with an impatient sigh. She gestured for him to get up with her gun which was still pointed at his face.

George stood up and dropped his pants, standing in front of the buxom, kneeling redhead. He grasped his hard dick around the base and slapped it against Nicky's big tits.

The overweight security guard then stood closer, pressing his hard cock into Nicky's cleavage and steadying himself with hands on both her shoulders. Nicky was forced to move her gun out of the way, but kept it ready at her side as he began to hump her lovely boobs.

"Oh fuck yeah baby!" grunted George as he fucked Nicky's big hooters, the firm melons jiggling as he thrust his cock between them. "Get ready for the biggest pearl necklace you've ever worn." George was panting as he slammed his cock between her tits. He was incredibly turned on by the dangerous situation.

After about three minutes George suddenly released Nicky and grabbed hold of his cock. He let out a loud moan of pleasure as he gave it a rapid stroke and aimed the tip straight at the redhead's pretty face.

"Wh..." Nicky stammered and her eyes went wide in surprise as George's cock exploded in her face. He gave a grunt of pleasure as his cum splattered into the terrorist's beautiful face.

"Ah!" Nicky gasped as a thick rope of cum went straight in her eye. Her hands went up to her face to wipe away George's load.

The security guard took the opportunity to strike. He swung his fist with all his might at the blinded redhead. As his knuckles connected with the side of her jaw her neck snapped around and she slumped over sideways, falling unconscious to the floor.

George let out a deep exhale of relief as he glanced over at now two terrorists, unconscious, their faces painted with his cum.

"Nice work Georgie-boy," he said to himself with a wide grin. "Two out three ain't bad, but it's time to deal with the queen bitch."

George used Nicky's discarded top to clean himself up and then he pulled his pants back up and grabbed Nicky's gun. He then moved over to investigate the metal box that Julie had been bent over when he'd arrived back at the security station.

"Holy shit!" he swore as he saw the box was filled with explosives. These busty beauties apparently had some big plans for the power station. Before he could do anything about the explosives he heard the sound of footsteps coming from the corridor leading to the labs.

As quickly and quietly as he could, George hid himself behind a cabinet not too far from the door.

Bronwyn, the last of the terrorists, strode through the doorway, her high heeled shoes clicking on floor.

"What the fuck happened here?" the busty brunette stopped in her tracks at the sight of her two unconscious companions. Before she could react however, she felt the cold barrel of George's gun press against the back of her neck.

"Drop the gun," he ordered.

"Shit!" swore Bronwyn, disappointed with her own lack of caution. She let the gun fall to the floor beside her.

George pushed her forwards, towards the desk with the security camera monitors on it. "Put your hands on the desk where I can see them and don't move a muscle."

Bronwyn did as instructed, bending forward to place her hands on the desk. George picked up the handcuffs that Nicky had used on him before and cuffed Bronwyn's hands together, looping the cuffs around the base of one of the bolted down monitors so that she couldn't easily break free.

"I'm glad the tables have turned once again," said George, grinning as he stepped back and admired the way the brunette's tan skirt clung to the firm looking globes of her ass. Her ripe posterior looked fantastic in the short skirt and her legs looked incredibly long and slender. Very sexy.

"Twenty thousand dollars," said Bronwyn.

"What?" George looked up from her butt, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"I'll give you twenty thousand if you walk away right now."

George snorted. "Yeah right. Just who are you, and what are you planning to do with all those explosives."

The terrorist didn't reply.

George put the gun down on the desk beside him and moved up behind the curvy brunette, placing his hands on her hips and leaning in close.

"Why do you want to blow up the power plant?" he demanded.

Still she didn't reply.

"Fine, I don't really care anyway to be honest," he said, moving closer and pressing his crotch against Bronwyn's delicious looking ass. "I do believe we had a little unfinished business which got interrupted earlier on," he began to rub his groin against the curvy brunette's firm posterior, the globes of her buttocks felt great against his hardening genitals, even through her skirt.

"Don't tell me you're going to search me for bombs again?" Bronwyn said through gritted teeth, she was clearly pissed off at being captured.

"I might even be convinced to tell you the password," said George. His hands on her hips moved to the sides of her short, tan skirt and began to tug it upwards, bunching it up around her waist.

"You're a real prick," growled Bronwyn as he pulled up her skirt.

"Beautiful," breathed George in awed admiration as the terrorists flawless ass was exposed. Beneath the skirt she was only wearing the skimpiest of g-string so that the perfect round spheres of her tight ass were left bare, separated by a tiny sliver of lacy underwear.

George ran the palm of his hand across Bronwyn's lovely ass and then held her by the hips, grinding his now hard erection against her exposed buttocks as he humped her from behind.

"It'll be interesting to see if I can cum for a forth time today," said George as he moved his hands up her sides. "I didn't think I had it in me, but it's turned out to be an inspiring day." He felt Bronwyn stiffen as his hands moved around and cupped her ample breasts through her white blouse.

"Mmm," he remarked as he gave her big boobs a squeeze and continued to rub himself against her ass. "These feel just as nice as I remember." George groped and kneaded at the large melons for a couple of minutes as Bronwyn silently endured his groping.

Bronwyn gave a sigh. "Okay fine, I give up, let's just call the cops then." She winced as he gave her tits a particularly hard squeeze.

George ignored her. "Time to have a look at these puppies," he murmured. The overweight security guard grabbed the sides of Bronwyn's blouse and gave a hard yank. She gasped as he ripped open her shirt and buttons went flying over the desk in front of her.

"That was a fucking expensive blouse you asshole!" she snapped as George fumbled with the clasp of her lacy white bra. George's cock was clearly hard as a rock and it was poking insistently into her bare ass.

"There we go." George finally unfastened her bra and pushed it forward off her shoulders where it fell down to her handcuffed wrists. Bronwyn's big tits were finally uncovered, thrusting proudly out from her chest and topped by hard nipples.

"Oh yeah!" groaned George in admiration, he peered down over her shoulder to admire her bare breasts as his hands came up to cup and lift the unveiled melons from below. "Fucking gorgeous!" he breathed as he gave them a firm squeeze, letting his fingers sink deep into the ample, resilient flesh of the large spheres. He pinched both her nipples and ran his hands all over the big round orbs.

"This was almost worth getting shot at," he murmured as he started to squeeze and maul at Bronwyn's big naked boobs, all the while peering over her shoulder so that he could watch his hands fondling her perfect jugs.

"Here's how this will work," he told her as he groped away to his hearts content, enjoying every inch of her massive fun bags. "I'm gonna give you a thorough fucking, show you what a real man feels like. And then the cops will be on their way." George jiggled her big ripe melons in his palms, watching the firm flesh quiver enticingly. 

Bronwyn didn't reply, clearly not happy with the prospect of George sticking his dick into her.

George released Bronwyn's immense boobs and reached for her panties, crouching down as he tugged them down. He couldn't help but lean forward and kiss the soft, flawless skin on her right buttock, his tongue coming out for a lick.

The security guard gave the terrorists bare ass a slap as he stood back up. "This is going to be sweet," he murmured as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down around his ankles along with his underwear. His hard cock jutted out towards the sexy brunette, eager to find a snug home between her gorgeous thighs.

George shuffled back up behind her and guided the trembling head of his cock up between her legs, pressing the tip in between the moist lips of her vagina. Bronwyn's gasp joined his satisfied sighs as he pushed forward with his hips and slid his cock neatly up into her hot cunt.




Security Breach



"Oh fuck!" he gave a loud groan as he pushed inside the gorgeous terrorist.

George reached up and placed his hands on Bronwyn's shoulders for extra leverage as he began to thrust his cock in and out of her. "This'll teach you to try and blow up my power plant," he grunted as he rammed his dick repeatedly into her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged on it, causing her head to tilt back and her back to arch, pressing her buttocks back out towards him as he slammed against her.

"Oh yeah!" snorted George as he pistoned against the curvy brunette, admiring the quivers of her buttocks as he slammed against them. George let go of her hair and reached around her to grab her big tits, roughly squeezing them as he fucked the voluptuous terrorist.

George gave a final moan of pleasure and his hands clamped down hard on Bronwyn's perfect breasts. His back arched as his cock exploded up inside her, pumping her full of his sticky load.

"Oh yeah baby!" he gasped rolling his hips forward against her ass as his penis shuddered and spend itself.

George breathlessly pulled out of her giving her ass cheek a farewell slap as he stepped back a couple of steps.

"Now I'm satisfied!" he announced proudly as he glanced around at the three terrorists, all marked with his seed.

Bronwyn glared at him as he moved around to the front of the monitor she was cuffed to and took a seat. He tapped in the password and pulled up the security system, hitting the alarm button to summon the cops.

"So what is the damn password?" snapped Bronwyn bitterly.

"Password."

"Huh?" she replied in bewilderment.

"The password is password. It was the default one that came with the system, I thought it was kind of funny so never bothered changing it," George replied with a shrug. He briefly wondered if he should get back to Dr Lane and let her know the terrorists were taken care of. Perhaps if he pretended they were still at large he could trick her into a second blowjob...but then again he doubted he could get it up for a fifth time that day...or could he?

THE END



Security Camera



Since my husband travels a lot, I have had to spend too much time by myself.  It gets me into trouble so I have been taking my own short trips here and there lately.  We live n a relative small town and we don't have too much crime going on here, but still, we didn't want to leave our home empty and unprotected.  We searched high and low before trying out the latest in security gizmos and gadgets.  Motion detectors that will turn on lights when they are tripped, security camera's, not only through every nook and cranny of our house, but around our property as well.  We even did some custom remodeling and created a safe room, where we can control everything, kind of like that movie with Jo die Foster, Panic Room.  Solid stone with a steal plate in between another solid stone wall.  The only thing different from the one in the movie and our place, is that it use to be our basement, so it is quite large, nearly spans the whole underside of the house.  It took us almost a year to convert it, but it was worth it.  

All this expense and precaution was good, but if you weren't home, you just weren't home.  So we started looking for house sitters.  We tried with the local security companies, but after a few months we found a couple of young people that lived in our own town to watch the house when we were gone.  Not only was it cheaper, but we new where they lived and with their parents stopping by to check on them, it seemed perfect.  My husband travels year round, but I have managed only to travel during the summer, which made it easier for the kids to watch the house.  I say kids, because they were.  One guy was 19 and the other was 18.  I know, who in their right mind would trust their house to kids this age.  We didn't let them watch it together, we traded them off and hell, the 18 year looked 25 or more and was the preachers son for pete's sake.  He was usually the one watching it, since the other was always out with his girlfriend and didn't want to be away from her for too long.

James, the 18 year old, was great, he even did most of our yard work during the year, so we knew him pretty well.  He knew we were converting the basement, but we didn't let him in on exactly what it was going to be, no sense in giving away all our new toys....lol.  Any way, I had planned a trip for a week, going out to spend some time in the sun by the ocean.  James came over the night before I was to leave and spent the night, since I had to get up and catch a flight at 3 in the morning.  We had fun really, ate pizza, and watched a movie before I excused myself to take a shower and get some sleep.  We had cable and I told him to watch whatever and I would see him when I got back as he would most likely be asleep when I left.  He gave me a little smirk when I threw him the remote.  I quickly caught on to why, we didn't just have cable, we had a satellite that got almost 300 channels from all over the world.  I smiled back and told him if he was going to watch "those" kind of movies that I didn't want to know and to keep it down.  His smiled widened and his face reddened, but he said he would be alright.

I turned and headed for the shower, with a smile on my face, knowing he was going to be whacking off in no time at all.  I could only hope he cleaned up his......mess.  Shutting the door of the bathroom behind me, I wondered for the first time if he would be "looking" in on me later, intrigued, I went to the panel that ran the system and punched in the code to start recording.  I also knew that I would be on camera, so I thought I would do a little extra cleaning for my hubby when he got back.  

After getting out of the shower I slipped on my robe and went out the side door of the bathroom, which lead to the hallway to the bedrooms.  Almost forgetting, I stepped back in and unlocked the door to the other hallway, the one leading to the front side of the house.  As I did, I thought I heard something.....I listened quietly, but just thought it was my imagination.  Shutting the door behind me, I went to my closet which had all the upstair tv panels to the security system.  I flipped on the power and saw every inch of our house from just about every angle.  I was looking for James.  He hadn't seen any of this stuff yet, it was still new to me and there was no reason to show him any way.  Where was he?  There.  coming down the hallway from the bathroom.  Did I hear something, or was he just waiting for me to get out to use it?  I hit the rewind on the tape and watched him moving backwards.....he didn't use the bathroom, he was peeking on me through the key hole.  We have the old style with the big skeleton keys, and that's not all.....he was whacking off to me taking a shower and putting on a show for my hub to see.  

I was actually stunned!  For the first time in I don't know how long, this kid was pulling one over on me.  He led me to believe he was this goody goody, preacher's son.  What astounded me the most is that I didn't see through it.  I'm usually so good at catching people who are just bull shitting me.  I reset the tape and sat on the end of my bed, just staring at the monitors, not really seeing them, just looking.  I guess I was trying to figure out if I should do something about it, or if I should chalk it up to a horny teen.  That's when I saw him moving on one of the other screens.  The one leading to the bedrooms.  He was standing just outside my door, listening.  I looked at my door, was it shut all the way?  It didn't really matter, not with those huge keyholes.  I looked back at the screen and he was kneeling down trying to peer through the hole.  I froze!  I knew he was there I could see him, but on some level if freaked me out.  What the hell, was he expecting another free show, or what?  I just laid back and stared at the ceiling fan spinning.  My mind was racing, but there was something else......my heart was pounding, but I could feel the heat between my legs starting to grow.....shit, I was getting turned on by him being there, but he's only a kid, my mind was telling me, granted a kid that looks the part of a 25 or something, but still!

I got back up and closed the doors to my closet, maybe if I didn't see him there, maybe the mental vision would go away as well.  I needed sleep, but knew it wasn't coming anytime soon.  Maybe if I just turned out the light and went to sleep, he would get bored and go back to watching porn on the tube.  Turning from the closet, I slowly turned my head to the door.....the door where he was kneeling and also the door by which the light switch was.  Again, I was overly aware of my heart pounding and I could now feel my wetness.  I wanted to do so many thing right then.  I wanted to run over and throw open the door and bust him......I wanted to drop my robe and let him see me as I walked to the door, opening it and taking his face and pushing it into my......no, I just wanted sleep, to go on my trip and have fun and come home with my tan.....what I found myself doing is letting my robe fall open, which exposed most of my breasts and fully exposed my newly shaven puss, and walking slowly to the door.  Boldly, I stood there only inches from the door, knowing he was till there looking straight at my pussy.......lingering.....flipping off the switch and walking back to the bed.  I fell back onto it and covered my head with a pillow, trying to control the urge to run back to the door and grab him.  I closed my eyes tight and tried to push the mental vision of him away.  I dozed off this way and fell into sleep there after, not waking until the alarm went off.  I sat up quickly kind of stiff from having my legs dangling off the bed all evening.

I noticed something different.....my door was slightly open.....my robe.....I wasn't wearing my robe.  I didn't remember taking it off.  I must have, but what about the door.  Surely he wasn't bold enough to open it and come in.....I looked at my closet, I slipped over and shut my door, locking it quietly.  I gently open the closet door and hit rewind on my bedroom camera tape.....oh myyyy.  I rewound it until I saw myself turning off the light.  About twenty minute later a crack of light came from my door and James stepped through...completely naked!  He slowly walked over to where I was laying.  I watched him standing over me, naked, stroking himself.  He then gently and slowly spread my legs open so he could have a better look.....I can't believe I didn't wake up, the last thing I remembered, was falling onto my bed.  He then leaned over and pulled my robe completely open....standing again and jerking off some more.  It was almost like he knew that I wasn't going to wake up or something.  I didn't take a sleeping pill before I took a shower but, I never was "that" asleep.  

He then stopped jerking himself and climbed onto the bed straddling me, I could almost feel his balls rubbing against me.  He slipped his arm under me, pulling me up and slipping the robe off of me.  He laid me back down now completely naked and started jerking off again.  Was he going to come on me or what?........no, he's getting off.....standing again, he spread my legs wide again and then pulled me close to the edge of the bed.  With a leg in each hand he lifted them onto his chest and positioning himself to fuck me!  He did just that!  I slipped his dick inside me and started hammering me with it.  Pushing my legs back and leaning into me that they were touching my own chest!  It was only a couple of minutes before he came, but he sure worked me good doing it.  He quickly pulled out and flipped me over, bringing off the bed so my ass was sticking in the air.  He dipped his fingers into my pussy and then into my ass!  He was going to ass fuck me too!.......He stroked his cock until he was hard again and then sunk into my ass, if I had been awake i would have been screaming at such a loud level they would have heard me in the next state.  How in the world?  I mean, theres no way I wouldn't wake up........I stopped watching for a second and thought, what could have happened.......then it hit me, James had made a big deal out of telling me that he made the best ice creme floats and that I just had to let him make me one.  I had agreed.  Did he slip me something, he had to!  I looked for the monitor that watched over the kitchen, but then remembered that I didn't have the tapes running then....damn it!  That had to be it though, he slipped me something and then he fucked me silly.

Watching him ass fuck me again, my pussy started to throb.....damn it, I was getting hot from watching this kid rape me!  What kind of sick fuck am I?  There was no mistaking it, I was getting hot and wet and in the back of my mind, I could hear the deep dark voice inside me that was telling me to do it again.  To run out there and find him and give him the best fuck of his life, I mean ride him until he begged me to stop!  I shook my head from side to side, trying to not listen......but I couldn't ignore the burning inside me, I was not just getting wet, I was wet and my nipples were rocks wanting to have someone suck them and bit e them, Hard!  I wanted to be used and fucked and treated like a slut!  I could feel a deep desire for it.....all this while I watched him fuck my ass, slapping my ass cheeks at the same time.  When he was done, he left me there, for a while, my used ass still in the air.  It was almost 15 minutes later that he returned, pulling me back onto the bed into the position I woke in.  I touched my cunt and found it to be almost dripping and the lightest of touches nearly through me into orgasms.  Sitting back on the bed watching he look at me, sleeping, pulling at his semi limp cock, I could see myself sitting up and taking him into my mouth and sucking him deep into my throat, while his hands held onto my head forcing me to take him deeper.  I could see this, almost as if it had happened.  Instead he continue pumping away until he came again, his come hitting me on the chest and belly.  I felt absently where it had hit me and sure enough I could feel the dried come on me.  

I snapped back and looked at the clock, SHIT!  3:30!!!  I had not only been fucked silly and missed the whole thing, I have also missed my flight!  Now I was pissed!  I stood up and without thinking stormed out of the bedroom to the living room, there he was asleep with a fuck flick still playing on the big screen.  I almost started slapping him to wake him, when I realized I was still naked.  I turned and hurried back to the bedroom, locking the door behind me.  I threw myself on the bed and  curled up and tried to forget it, but i could still feel the burning in me.  I had to have some release or I would never relax.  I reached for my side drawer and found my best vibe and looking at it, I knew that this time, my trusted friend would not be enough.  I got into the top of my closet finding my "toy" box and pulled out a gag gift my hubby bought for me a few months before.  I large, two headed flexible cock!  This would be my friend tonight.  I climbed onto the bed and leaned my shoulders into the mattress, forcing my ass into the air and opening me up as much as I could.

I sunk one head into me and started to quiver from it.  I just couldn't do it!  I couldn't hold myself up.  Before rolling over I pulled the head out and shoved it into my ass hard!  Biting my lip to hold back a light scream.  With it in place, I rolled over and spreading my legs as far apart as I could, I rammed the other head home just as hard.  I kept shoving it into me as deep as I could take it, trying to rub my clit at the same time.  I finally stopped with the dildo and worked my clit over furiously......I came on the spot, letting each wave hit me like a truck and then rubbing it some more, to make it do it again.  I did this until I littery passed out, big 2 headed dildo still in my cunt and my ass.  When I woke a few minutes later i could barely move.  I could still feel the hunger inside me and I knew that I wasn't through trying to calm the dark side of me.  I just didn't know what I was going to do about it.......