True Sex Stories: Grant Me The Security

She shows her security guard savior just how grateful she is to him...the sexiest way she knows how.

There are a variety of men employed at my library. Being the insatiable twat I am–I have, of course, analyzed each in an overtly sexual manner and on an occasion or two have perhaps tasted for myself the kind of men they are.

I have a special affection for the security staff. Our saviors! I work in a big city library these men and women are literally, our saviors. We have a hot button directly to their office. They rescue us from the unsavory, the jilted, the too high, the too low, the smelly, and the unruliest of unrullies. Therefore it is only natural for me to have a fond affection for them.

However; I have an extra fond affection for one in particular. His name is– well that is not important, his badge number is–let's say 69.

69 has saved me countless times. He also happens to be almost as big a flirt as I am. We fit well together, and we play off one another sluttish ways, in only the best dirtiest way possible. He will come around to my section and I do my little book shelving routine, that involves a lot a squatting and meandering, I do a little bend over ass up number. Another one of my favorite moves is to be pretending to look at his record on the computer and really I am just showing him naughty images of my ass.

The library has a stereotype of being dreadfully slow, quiet and boring, but really it is far from that image. The place is off the hook, I must wear invisible armor to my job. The public will eat your ass alive (not in a good way), sell your only child for one more fix, steal your granny's car and then ask to have their fines reduced in a matter of minutes. I am forced to be at times a dominatrix librarian, which goes against my vixen grain. I am the one who wants to be controlled, or perhaps the job has made me this way. Perhaps I am forced to be so dominate on the job that when I am not "on" I want to just be taken, handled, ruled, and told what the fuck to do by my man. Now I am not saying this is something I live by, because that is not me either. What I am saying is, I like a man who knows what he wants and takes it. If he possesses this character I am more than willing to give it all up to him.

Back to 69; he is the kind of man who knows what he wants.

I was having particularly rough day. The regular addicts had already spent their dole on their vice of choice and are coming down and doing so at the library. Not pretty, not fun and sometimes dangerous. When I finally did get the chance to take a break, it was much needed. I walked up the stairs toward the side entrance, as I approached the automatic doors 69 was coming in, he took one look at me and gestured for me to follow him. Security has a magic key card that allows access to every part of our giant 7 floor building. He immediately opens a side door, which I had probably past a million times and never even noticed. The door opened up to a long hallway with one side being completely made up of windows. They are a combination of large frosted glass squares surrounded by a band about 2 inches wide of clear glass, making the visual both visible and invisible at the same time. The windows look down on to ground floor, the fiction reading room and express internet terminals (porn stations), an area that is always crawling with patrons, who I could clearly see through the clear band of glass. If any one of them were to look up they too could make out the forms of our bodies.

As we walk the hall he pulls my ass into him so I can feel his stiffing cock, I slow my stroll and lift the back of my skirt so I can asses the situation a little better. 69 has this incredible way having his dick out quickly, like it was always out of his pants, so that by the time my skirt was lifted my stocking covered ass was touching his flesh already. I did mentioned he is man knows what he wants. I let my skirt drop and grasp his cock with my two hands; I feel him begin to grow solid between my clutch. As we approach the end of the hallway, 69 nudges me toward the window my back facing the glass, my hands still wrapped around his cock. He flashes these eye at me, that any other time and any other man I would think to myself "are you fucking kidding me with that cheap shit," but today I will let him have it, this kitty wants to taste security. I slowly begin to lower myself toward the floor, my hands running across his shaft, his striking green/hazel eyes watching my slow descent to his dick.

I reach just the right level and am facing my savior's cock. He is a long, low hang of a man and curves inward so from the position I was currently in, with his dick not yet fully erect it easily dropped directly down into my throat. As he slides the tip in I taste pre-cum, I begin a slow gentle suck hands sliding along the soft skin of his shaft. The man behind the badge lets out a low moan and his dick begins to rise and grow in strength. I must raise myself up a bit to accommodate the new angle. Our pace begins to flow as his cock enters my mouth at a more deliberate tempo; more of him is slipping down my throat, with each thrust I can taste more of that that pre flavor. 69's hands are firmly planted above me on the glass as he plunges further in; he is now fucking my mouth driving it in deeper. My cheeks stuffed. Saliva is flooding around his hardness his breath becomes deep. He says things to me like "suck that dick, that's the way, you know how I like it, damn girl," (things that I would normally find amusing and not hot somehow seem hot when he says them) as he pushes himself in even more. I grasp my hands around his balls and pull him into me. Like a giant trophy. I can feel his whole body begin to tighten, his thighs, his abs, his balls all pull in and we begin to move in slow motion. His hands begin to slide down the glass leaving sweaty palm trails behind.

My own hand has slipped up my skirt and down my panties sliding around while the suck has slowed to a savoring crawl, he moves in and out, lingering with each pull back. As I run my tongue along the inside of his curve I visualize him sliding slowly into me. My fingers work my imagination and my cunt. I feel 69 twitch unyieldingly I know his time is approaching. His hips drop, his hands still holding him up pressing resolutely onto the glass as he plunges and rides into my lips. Everything ceases…I can hear the humm of the electrical, my head is spinning and 69 pushes one last time as a gush fills my throat. Ohhh my savior you taste so fucking good.

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