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Most people who work as security guards will tell you that their job is pretty sweet. Patrolling already quiet buildings, lounging in peaceful corners watching porn, striking up a relaxed conversation with passerby, etc. A lot of those assumptions may be true, but there’s no security guard in the world who has a better post than me.
I have quite a special situation going on. I’m a security guard for a college dorm at one of the wildest schools in the country, giving me access to a particularly interesting group of individuals. Let’s just say, instead of patrolling buildings I spend my time pounding horny college girl pussy in empty closets. Instead of sitting around watching porn, I get to bury my face in a wet juicy cunt while my cock is getting sucked dry. And instead of having a friendly conversation, I’m having orgasms from rough, dirty sex with 21-year-old twins.
So yea, I’d say my job is pretty fucking awesome. It certainly helps that I keep myself fit and groomed. I’ve been built ever since my days as a soldier and the nonstop cardio on the job ain’t hurting anybody either.
It was a Thursday night, which marked the beginning of most college student’s partying schedule. I was already noticing slurred speaking and drunken staggering in the lobby and it was barely 10 pm. The coeds at this university were a special kind of freaky. I always assumed it had to do with being on a big campus with not much to do on the outside. This meant people had no other choice but to look for sex in close quarters, which I’m not complaining about at all. Not a half-hour would go by without a young, hot piece propositioning me. Some even begged me to handcuff them and drill their wet cunts right on my desk in the open. Now I was careful about what I did and said out in the open, but behind closed doors, nothing was off-limits no matter how twisted.
I leaned back in my chair and winked at two hot blondes in tight little dresses. They giggled at each other and looked back at me with a look that meant their pink pussies would be mine before the night was over.
The desk phone rang and I answered it, thankful since my cock was about to pitch an uncomfortable tent in my uniform pants.
On the receiving end was a frightened sounding, accented female voice. “Hello, yes officer? I need to report harassment and vandalism of my property, please. Room 403B, please hurry!”
I answered back as calmly as possible and let her know I was on my way. The two girls eyeing me watched with slight disappointment as I dashed to the stairs. Lucky for them, I’d be back later and want to blow off some steam deep inside them.
“What the fuck?” I said out loud, as I approached the door to 403B. The words fucking bitch was written in angry, capital red letters and before I could take a photo to submit to the building security department, the door swung open and a petite, wide-eyed brunette appeared, taking a deep breath when she saw me. “Hi, I’m Nina. Thank you for coming up so fast! Is he out there still, oh god I don’t want him to come back..”
I looked around me to quickly survey the halls and asked her who she was expecting to see. She said she’d report everything to me but to close the door so she’d feel safer.
I obliged, closing the door behind us and suddenly feeling pretty big compared to this extremely cute little coed. I just noticed she was in a bathrobe only, that was just slightly undone at the chest. I truly wished I hadn’t noticed, because now I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the massive tits she was carrying on her small frame. Perfectly supple and juicy fun bags just begging to be sucked and bitten. I fought to keep the image of me ramming my cock through her squeezed together tits or else I’d undoubtedly pop an umbrella
I cleared my throat and kept a straight face as she recounted the situation. Apparently, she had a stalker obsessing over her and making her feel unsafe. He vandalized her door and tried to break in, but found the door locked which made him bang on it and shout through it. I took note of the events and filled a report, all while she sat close to me thanking me for listening to everything. I wanted to personally kick this idiot ex of hers out a window instead of filling out a stupid report that would have to go through several different people before being dealt with.
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