To the night security o[f]ficer in [m]y building, I’m sorry for putting your job at risk ?

I’m sure that anyone here can agree that the hottest stories come from situations that *shouldn’t* happen. This happened about a year ago when I was starting to get acclimated to my newer, higher paying job. My confidence had always been high, but the fact that I got a new car, new wardrobe, and designer heels to match all made me feel borderline cocky. Of course, way sexier as well.

My office is in the first floor of a building that housed different businesses, and I often had the office (the whole floor, really) to myself at night I stayed back to oversee my team’s work. Because of that, I sometimes would run into the [lucky] security officer when I left to go home. Although Wes isn’t my usual type physically, there was no denying that he was attractive. He was a clean cut guy in his early 40s who was about 6’1″ with a dirty blond buzz cut, tan skin, and a very leaned out body. It turned out that he was a full-time police officer in the day and only had this gig to fill-in for other security officers that called in, which explained why I didn’t see him all the time. It also explained that body…

Now, I am fully aware of my effect on men when I dress accordingly to my figure. I am not the thiccest by any means, but I do have perky C cup tits and a round ass that gets complimented on often. I’m rather petite at 5’3″ and men love to manhandle me due to my size. I am often told that I am gorgeous in the face as well (I’d like to thank my Japanese mom and my Brazilian dad for that!). Despite this, I didn’t feel any sexual tension through Wes the first few times that we chatted. I was still willing to bet on the small chance that he checked out my ass when I walked to my car, though.

Wes was your stereotypical, stoic security officer who kept to himself and kept a hard gaze on the security screen. Or, so I thought. He never seemed to want to carry a full-blown conversation with me, nor did he ever look up at me while even saying anything to me. Our conversations always started and ended with “you have a good night.” I’d even say he sounded cold at times. But something was different one night.

“Hey Jennifer, I’m sorry I didn’t think of this earlier. A woman shouldn’t be walking out to her car alone at night. Let me walk you out.”

“No, it’s fine. My car is literally like 10 steps away after I walk out that door. I’ll be okay.”

Wes scoffed. “Then it isn’t a big deal for me to take a few seconds to make sure you’re good.” I agreed and thanked him. He asked me during our short walk why I was the last one to leave the office and what I did as my job. He seemed a lot more friendly than usual this time. I wished him a good night and he said that he wouldn’t mind spending a few seconds walking me out to my car to make sure I’m safe from here on out.

I was definitely getting a bit more comfortable with him after he walked me out to my car a few times more. He was increasingly less cold that it felt that he let his guard down (pun fully intended). I even found myself lingering at his station in the lobby before we walked out to my car because our conversations got more chatty. The weird thing was, I didn’t feel *that much* sexual tension for him. All I knew is that I wanted him to want me. At one point, I asked him if this job ever got boring for him.

“Yeah, it can be. I tend to look at houses or listen to podcasts to kill the time. And walking you out to your car is really the only time I talk to anyone else other than the janitor.”

Before I was able to chime in, he changed the subject. “Do women in your industry typically dress the way you do?”

I was taken aback, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny that I do like to add a touchiness of sexiness to my work outfits. That night, I was wearing a flowy olive green blouse with a lacy black bralette that peeked through my cleavage paired with a black leather pencil skirt and my black Louboutin pumps. Wes definitely called me out. I had to clear my throat, “Um, what do you mean?”

“Let’s be real, that outfit is pretty fucking hot. I’m sure all the guys at your office get distracted when they work with you.”

I saw where this was going and played coy. “Hmm? Are you getting distracted?”

Wes chuckled and his gaze shifted away from me. His attempt at sounding serious was so easy to see through. “All right, let’s walk to your car. I need to get back to work anyway.”

I could tell he was getting flustered, but honestly, the banter was turning me on, too. “Every time you walk me to my car, you just wish you could bend me over the hood of my car, lift up my skirt, and…”

He chuckled again and interrupted me. “Jennifer, I’ll walk you out. Come on, let’s go.”

I didn’t have to say a word. I was already unbuttoning my blouse to expose my tits and hard nipples. When he bit his lower lip, I knew I had it in the bag. “Now, what were you saying? You haven’t even gotten up from your seat to walk me out.” I squeezed my tits in my hands and looked at him dead in the eyes. “You would rather have your cock squeezed in between my tits, while I lick off all the juices coming out of your cock.”

“Fuck, Jennifer.” He looked around to make sure we were clear. “But we can’t do anything right here.”

I didn’t care if anyone saw us, even though it was obvious that no one else was around. I proceeded to straddle his lap with my tits in his face, nipples grazing his lips. I felt his hard cock against my mound. His tongue circled a hard nipple while he was firmly squeezing my other tit. The way he flicked his tongue on my nipple while making my tits bounce made my pussy turn into a waterfall. I’m sure the wetness and the heat coming from my pussy were making his pants tight. I ached to feel his hard cock. I began to wonder how thick and veiny it must be, and I attempted to slip my fingers into the waistband in his pants. Just to have a taste of it in my mouth.

Wes pulled his head back and squeezed my tits, making sure to cover them in case if any unexpected witnesses came. He motioned his head over to the bathrooms down the hallway. “Let’s take it over there instead.” As I hopped off his lap and turned around, he reached under my skirt and rubbed my pussy over my panties. “I’d lay you across this desk and fuck you here, but I’m not about to lose my job just for playing with a hot girl’s fat ass.”

Before you start imagining a seedy office bathroom, our bathrooms are fully decked out with big leather couches that could put porno casting couches to shame. And damn right, I was about to suck his cock like I’m auditioning for a check. We hadn’t even made it past 5 steps into the bathroom when Wes pinned me to the wall and planted his lips and tongue on mine. His strong hands popped off my blouse to grab my tits again. I’m sure he could tell that I was getting too hot and bothered as I was struggling with his belt and waistband. He commanded me to bend over on the couch.

I let my skirt fall to the floor but kept my heels on. His hands followed the curve of my waist and hips as I obeyed him by presenting my ass to him. Wes’ tongue started to devour the grool that escaped my pussy lips. I looked behind and got even wetter by the sight of my ass smothering his face. His hands smacked my ass, which left a satisfyingly stinging sensation. How did he know I liked my ass smacked that hard? The next thing I knew, he was tongue fucking my pussy and rubbing my throbbing clit at the same time. I began to lose composure that I had to clench my grip against the back of the couch.

“Now you’re going to take all of my cock in your mouth.” Wes smacked my ass noticeably harder before letting his pants fall to the ground. “Understood?”

Wes made his way underneath my body. My ass was still smothered in his face, and I was greeted by a thick, veiny cock standing at full attention for me. There was no way my mouth could take that all in. But I was just so determined to please him. My mouth and tongue grazed the sides of his shaft while I grabbed his balls as much as I could with my small hand. He was way already devouring my wet pussy before I had even started to suck his cock. It wasn’t long before I knew I was behind his pace. My lips worked my way down his shaft, and all the way back up. I felt the grooves of his veins sliding with my tongue, even as I went faster and faster. But I couldn’t make it past halfway down his large cock without significant effort. I saw Wes’ legs prop up as he started fingering my ass hole. I knew I couldn’t contain myself. I was moaning into his cock and I felt my body start losing control. I became Wes’ little fuck doll as he thrusted hard into my throat that I couldn’t stop gagging. My saliva was dripping down his balls, making a mess on the couch. I was getting close to cumming until he pushed my hips up into the air.

“Stay bent over like that. I need to fuck you. And you’re going to cum for me.” I felt an even firmer slap to my ass again.

Wes knelt behind me to push my face and tits onto the couch. I felt his cock struggle to make its way into my tight wet pussy, but I loved the slight pain that I felt before I felt full of his thick dick. He did not waste any time fucking me like the slut I was. I felt my ass bounce and heard a loud clap each time he thrusted into me. He was pounding my pussy so hard that it was hard for me to remain in that perfect position in which he commanded. But I knew he loved it too, because his grunts were getting as loud as my moans.

I could barely make the words out, but I managed to say “I’m about to cum” through my moaning. He began to rub my clit furiously as he thrusted balls deep. It was game over by then. I finished and collapsed further into the couch. But Wes wasn’t done. Wes spit on my asshole, circling his saliva all around the rim of my ass hole before slapping his cock on it.

“You knew I had to feel this tight little asshole too. Didn’t you?”

He had me read. I never had to say anything for him to know that I loved being fucked in the ass. I reached behind to spread my ass for Wes’ thick cock. It hurt even more than when he first put his cock into my pussy. Wes commanded me to play with my clit while he started slowly pushing every inch of his cock into my ass hole. I knew that all I could do was to take it no matter how much it hurt, because the best was to come after he stretches out my ass hole with a few more thrusts. I began to thrust back onto Wes’ hips.

“Ooooh fuck,” Wes groaned. “Your ass hole is begging to get filled with cum, huh?”

I coyly giggled and all I could make out of my mouth was a “mmhmm.” Wes had one hand on my hips and forced me back onto him. “This tight little ass hole and this fat ass.” He smacked my ass hard enough for me to flinch this time. “Fuuuuuuck…”

I was thrusting back into him a little bit faster. My ass hole was getting fully adjusted to his thick cock stretching it out, and Wes knew this. He pushed my tits back down on the couch again. I knew now that I had to brace for impact. “Oooh yes cum in my ass hole. Deep in my ass hole.”

It was Wes’ turn to lose control. He firmly grabbed my hips and started thrusting forcefully that I felt his balls slap my pussy lips with each thrust. It definitely became painful with how fast and hard he was thrusting, but I fully loved it and couldn’t help but beg for more. My pussy began throbbing again when I thought of how much of a cum slut I was being. I felt Wes’ cock throbbing in my ass hole that I knew that I could easily set him off.

“Harder. I wanna taste the cum dripping out of my asshole. Fuck me harder.”

Wes groaned even louder and it was in a matter of seconds that I felt a hot load deep into my ass. Both of us became winded at that point. We stayed in the same position for what felt like very long minutes. Fully knowing that I had to do as I said, I reached behind as he slowly pulled his cock out of my ass. I slipped two fingers into my stretched asshole to taste his hot, thick cum. I knew that drove him crazy.

As we were getting dressed, Wes told me that he wished he could chill out and talk, but he had to go back to work. We checked ourselves in the mirrors before stepping out of the bathroom in case if we ran into anyone on the way out. I’m definitely not going to lie: looking all professional while still having a cum shot deep into my ass was turning me on all over again.

Wes walked me out to my car like it was any other normal night. Along the way, he told me that he didn’t give a fuck if he lost his job by someone finding out that we fucked while he was supposed to be vigilant of the property. It was a good distraction for him, he said. He actually kissed me in a more passionate way when I made it inside my car and said that we should hang out outside of our work building.

Such a dirty, slutty night that I often get wet when I think about this one ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gts1dy/to_the_night_security_officer_in_my_building_im