The Security Guard

    Amos slid a CD into his stereo and sat back while the machine ate, digested, and began to play. He tipped his chair back and balanced precariously, occasionally looking at the bank of video screens before him. Amos felt lucky, he had been hired as a security guard during the Christmas season, and management like the job he did so well, he was hired on a full time basis.
    Yeah, right, he thought to himself. He was simply the token black dude, the only black employee in a store filled with 38 employees. He was certain that the only reason he was hired was because he was locked away in the small concrete office, where the average rich white guy couldn't see him. Amos didn't have to like it, to take home a substantial paycheck. He just listened to his music and checked out the sweet-assed tail wandering through the store. Theft? Sure, there was theft, the store was full of light fingered guys and girls, some were his acquaintances. Who cared? If they needed the shit, they could have it. He knew how it was. Of course if they threatened his sweet job, they were going down. He didn't know them well enough to give up 800 per month and a 10 percent discount.
    "Security, please keep an eye on isle 13," a voice came from behind his head. He slammed the feet of his chair down on the floor and turned to press the intercom button.
    "What's up, Mikey?"
    "Two guys with a sack. One is blocking while the other stuffs the bag. Get some video."
    Amos didn't like the manager, Michael B. Cox Jr. He had been a classmate back in '98. Now he was a manager? Who's ass had he been kissing?"
    Amos changed the view of the closest camera, while drumming on the desk with his left hand. He had to drop the camera to the limits of it's range, before he caught a glimpse of the two thieves. He started the video and sat back watching. He was practically looking down into the bag from directly above. He got some really righteous video of the bag being stuffed to the breaking point.
    "Got it," Amos said slapping the button on the intercom.
    "Ok, come on down and give me a hand," Mike said as he left his own office, far above the store. Amos sprinted down the hallway and followed Mike down the stairs. They intercepted the two guys as they were leaving the store. One struggled, the other ran. Amos tackled him just outside of the store. His face hit the pavement. He heard murmured complaints from the gathering crowd.
    "What the hell are you doing?" A fat man in a trenchcoat growled, about to reach for Amos.
    Amos held the thieve's hand behind his back as he stood and turned him toward the store.
    "Touch me, you fat fuck, and I'll break your fucking face. Get out of my way," he growled to the crowd gathering before the door. Mike put tie-wrap around the second boy's hands, then pushed both toward a bench near the front door. Gloria, a fine looking redhead, was scooping up the spilled, stolen loot. She had a great pair of legs, the kind you'd like to lick for hours. They were peaking out beneath a short store uniform skirt. She made the uniform look exquisite.
    "Let me help," Amos said, getting a good look at Gloria's panties as he did. They gathered up the stolen items and handed the bag to Mike, who glowered at Amos. He had seen Amos looking under Gloria's skirt, and he didn't like it. He had personal interests in Gloria.
    "Get a tape ready, in case the cops want it," Mike growled.
    "If the cops ask for it, I'll get it ready. Otherwise I have better things to do," Amos said, pushing by the sanctimonious asshole. He didn't work for Michael B. Cox Jr., and he certainly didn't take orders from him. He worked directly for upper management.
    Sweating after his little workout, he stopped by the employee's bathroom on the way back to the booth. He washed his hands and face, while thinking about Gloria's cute little panties. He wouldn't mind getting a piece of that stuff. She was a babe and a half. I fine piece of snatch. He pulled the keys out of his metal key chain and unlocked the door. It was a typical day.
    Amos resumed his seat, popped the tape out of the vcr, and started to turn the camera back to it's original position. He froze as he noticed Gloria appearing on camera. She began putting several of the stolen items back on the shelf, while he looked directly down her cleavage. If she would just open her blouse one more button, he could see her nipples. As it was, his cock was hard and throbbing, just from the slight view of those fabulous globes. She spoke to somebody off camera, nodded and waved, then disappeared.
    Amos grabbed his cock through the material of his pants and held it, while moving the camera to capture Gloria again. She was moving too quickly. He stopped the camera and moaned, while holding his cock in a death grip. He was really turned on.
    He quickly checked the screens until he saw a young girl going toward the changing rooms. He followed her for a moment, then realized that camera 2 would have a better view. He changed cameras, panning the camera left and down until it looked into the changing room.
    The changing rooms were new. The old rooms were completely enclosed. But due to a massive amount of theft, the top and bottoms of the doors were now missing, so the clerk could watch people change, without actually seeing them naked. The planners had considered the cameras, and positioned them where they would not look down into the changing room and invade the privacy of it's customers. They did not plan on the addition of full-length mirrors, added several months later. Through the mirror, Amos had a view of the girl as she stripped, naked from the knees up.
    "Oh yes!" Amos screamed. He bounced in his chair, then pounded on the table in glee. She was a sweet young thing with fantastic tits, and a nice pelt of light brown hair above her pussy. As she bent over, she displayed a perfect ass to the mirror, and Amos almost fainted. He moaned in pent-up passion, holding his huge, throbbing cock in his hand. He needed some relief. He belatedly shoved a tape into the recorder and started recording the fantastic show. Eager for relief, he wished there was some way to get Gloria into the booth so he could fuck her eyes out. He couldn't, that would take time and he didn't have any. He needed relief now. That left only himself. He desperately dug his cock out of his pants, while watching the sweet young thing pull on a silvery thong. She followed it with a bra of the same color.
    Amos pulled a box of kleenex close to him and began slowly stroking his huge cock. He couldn't wait for that sweet whore to take off those underthings again. He could practically taste her sweet, white pussy. To his intense disappointment, she simply stepped back into her crude cotton underwear and slipped them on over the new stuff. In a moment she slid back into her dress, slipped on her shoes and came out to drop the spare underwear onto the nearby counter in unconcern. Two minutes later she was out of the store and gone with her stolen undies.
    "Fuck," Amos swore, still stroking his cock. It was throbbing in his hand. The head was huge and swollen, the veins throbbed on the side of his long piece of black meat. Lubricant escaped from the tiny hole in the end helping to lubricate his hand. He slowly slid his hand up and down over his cock, while he used the other hand to look for another girl. The best he could find was Brenda, sitting in a short (unofficial) store uniform which consisted of a light blue cotton blouse and a short black skirt (pants were optional). Brenda was the babe at the perfume counter, every store had one. She loved those short skirts, Amos thought as he panned in on her crossed legs. When her legs filled his view screen, up to mid- thigh, he left the camera focused on her legs while he stroked his cock.
    The only sound in the quiet room was the liquid sound of his hand sliding up and down on his cock, and his harsh breathing. The smell of his own lubricant was discernable, but not overly strong. The fire in his balls was fantastic. The fire built to a hotter level, becoming unpleasant. He moaned, stroking faster until he felt himself coming. He grabbed a handful of kleenex and slapped it over the head of his cock, as it began spurting hot, thick cum into his hand.
    He held his cock in a death-grip, as if he were trying to chock it. He gasped, hunching over his spurting cock until it grew less urgent. The spurts of cum slowed, then stopped. His cock continued to spasm for several seconds, before it stilled completely.
    Amos balled up the kleenex and wiped the end of his cock. He stared to toss it into the waist basket, then thought better of it. He didn't want the smell of cum to fill his booth when Ellen relieved him. Ellen was a huge white bitch with an attitude. She would squeal for hours, about every little thing. She was fat, about 45 years old, and really obnoxious. Amos was sure that she'd never been fucked more than once in her entire life, and she was married, which accounted for her one fuck. Every bitch got fucked on her honeymoon. Otherwise, he couldn't imagine her husband wanting a piece of that fat ass.
    Amos washed up and got rid of the kleenex in the nearby bathroom. He took his time about getting back to his office. Three women stripped down to their underwear later that afternoon, but he didn't really see anything. He's seen underwear before. The store was full of it. He recorded them anyway, just for the hell of it. When he rerecorded the tape and cut out the crap, maybe he could slip in some quick clips of half naked women. It should be worth a lot of money, if sold on the internet.
    The cops didn't show up during his watch. Good, some might remember him from previous misunderstandings. He labeled the tape and left it for Ellen's watch.

    Amos arrived early the next morning. He read a brief note from Ellen, saying an officer had picked up the tape. He balled up the note and tossed it into the trash. He noticed that Ellen had left her cellphone on the counter near the bank of vcr's. He flipped it open and looked at it, then tossed it back on the shelf. It must be nice to be rich, he thought to himself. His girlfriend was a substitute school teacher. Between the two of them they barely made enough to survive. Ellen's husband was a medical transcriptionist. She could afford all the phones she wanted.
    His first unofficial act of the day was to change all security cameras to face the changing room. When he found three which wouldn't show them, he repositioned them to view other interesting sights, such as one which showed an excellent view of Candy's checkout counter, and her large, bouncy breasts, and two which could catch women as they waited in the checkout lanes, to view their cleavage. That left four cameras for the changing rooms. He focused each on the nearest changing room mirror, then took down a pile of old tapes and slapped them into the eraser/rewinder one at a time. Everything was ready. He fed his stereo another cd and sat back to watch. It was early, there wouldn't be much action until around noon, and it would really pick up after school and work. Until then he could chill.
    His first interesting bitch of the day was a middle-aged white woman in a red blouse. Her face looked pinched and too severe to be strikingly beautiful, but she was fine just the same. Her body was fucking perfect, absolutely perfect. She had a pair of black pants with a wide black belt. He perked up when he saw her hold a sexy blue teddy, then pick out a black sports bra and matching panties. He started the recorder long before she reached the dressing room. He willed her toward the first three changing room in a line of 5. The last two were out of range from the cameras. Through his will or her own, she chose number three.
    Amos licked his lips and sat closer, as the door slammed shut behind her shapely ass. She turned, locked the door and actually looked up at the cameras. He froze, afraid that she would stop, but she didn't. She began unbuttoning her red blouse, while watching her own reflection in the mirror. Her blouse came off in a dramatic flourish of red cloth. She was wearing a black bra beneath it. It was a nice bra, lined with black lace across the top. Amos' own girlfriend had one just like it. He liked it because it showed a lot of tit when she bent forward.
    He watched breathlessly as she reached behind her for the bra clasp. She was a little old for Amos, but she was so hot that it really didn't matter. Her bra jumped off her chest, as the clasp came undone. She let it slide down her arms, giving Amos his first view of her fabulous breast.
    "Oh, baby you are so fucking sweet," he gasped, holding his cock through the material of his jeans. He adjusted the focus on the camera until it was just right, then sat back breathlessly waiting for the panties to come off. She grabbed the belt buckle, jerked it open, then unsnapped her pants. She forced them down with a brief struggle, then stood facing the mirror in her black panties. Amos knew this would look perfect on tape. He would make a fortune, with a few more women like her. Her breast were firm, they jiggled at each slight move of her body. As she bent forward to slide down her black panties, they hung out in front of her, just begging to be held. Then she stood and he had a perfect view of her naked beauty.    
    "Oh mama," he moaned, kneading his cock in his pants. It was aching, begging for a hot, wet pussy to fuck. But once more there was none around. He needed to make arrangements, if he was to continue his new hobby. She had a perfect body, slender arms and legs, an ample chest, and full beautiful hips that begged to be held, as a hard cock was rammed up her ass. She had a small black pelt of hair above her pussy. As she stepped forward to retrieve the new panties, he saw the darker area around her pussy. The pussy itself had almost no pussy lips, it was small, almost girl-like. The ass was round and perfect.
    Amos licked his lips and leaned closer. He was shaking now. His mouth was dry. He focused on her pussy until she pulled the new panties up and covered it. His attention moved to her tits. They jiggled so nicely when she moved. It was a shame to cover them in the black sports bra. She stood tall and turned this way and that, admiring her figure in the mirror. It was worth admiring. In fact it was perfect. Her husband was a lucky dude, Amos thought as he ogled her slender body. He watched breathlessly while she removed the new underwear and tried on the blue teddy. It was magnificent.
    By the time that she changed back into her original clothes, and went up to the check-out counter, there was a wet spot on the front of Amos' jeans. His balls were aching with pent-up, restrained passion. He wanted to get Gloria into the booth, but how? He was sure he could fuck her, if he could ever get her alone. She seemed cordial, innocent, and interested.
    Amos used one of the spare cameras to search for Gloria. It was Friday, she sometimes took Friday off to take care of her invalid mother. To his disappointment, he discovered that she was nowhere in the store. Was there anyone else? No, the women were either hostile, vague, or nervous around him. He had no chance with them, at least not in one day. Maybe if he worked on one for a while...
    Amos noticed movement toward the changing room. He slid over to look at the screen. It was a huge cow of a woman. She must go 300 or 400 pounds. He watched out of idle curiosity, but was actually relieved when she left the booth. No more of that shit, he decided. Over the next two hours fifteen people used the booths. The women never changed out of their underwear, and the men didn't interest him.
    "Come on," he whispered, looking at the clock. It was 2:00 o'clock, three hours before quitting time. He wanted some action. Maybe he could take his tape home and screw Ruth, while watching it.
    His wishes were suddenly fulfilled when two sweet young schoolgirls headed for booth number two, with an armload of clothing. Giggling and talking in an intimate fashion that only young women could get away with, they stripped one item of clothing at a time, then stood naked, admiring each other in the mirror as they talked of school, boys, or shopping.
    Amos sat with his eyes glued to the screen. He couldn't believe his luck. There they stood, stark naked in all their splendid, youthful glory, chatting away, while he sat ogling their heavenly nakedness at his ease.
    "You sweet little bitches," he growled, while digging his huge, throbbing cock out of his pants. "You sweet little fucking bitches," he said, while stroking his enormous cock in his right hand. They went through three changes of underwear, while he watched breathlessly, stroking his penis in his hand.
    "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE!!!" The blast of Ellen's voice made him suddenly aware of her presence, directly behind him. His cock began to wilt in fear. He would be canned, and kicked out in disgrace. He wouldn't be able to work as a dog groomer, much less a security guard. There she was, standing beside him, looking down in scorn and disgust at the cock in his hand.
    "Ah... personal inspection," he mumbled.
    "Say what?"
    "My cock itched so I scratched it."
    "You lying fuck. You were watching those girls and jerking off."
    "So what? What the fuck do you want?" he asked in annoyance, shoving his cock back into his pants.
    "You're even recording them," she screeched, slapping the off button on the vcr. He looked back at the screen and saw the blonde of the two slipping on a pair of panties. He felt his cock hardening, even under such extreme circumstances.
    "Get the fuck out of here," she screamed, standing so her body covered the screen.
    "Fuck off, I don't work for you. You get your own fat ass out of here. Now, before I kick it," he yelled, leaping to his feet. By standing he forced her back against the counter. She looked a little surprised as he towered over her, glowering down at her face, then her breasts, which looked enormous in the thin white cotton blouse. He's never seen her out of uniform before. She was pudgy around the waist, and sort of ugly, but those tits were fantastic, especially when he was as horny as he was now. Once again he looked at the young girls over her shoulder. The black haired girl was bent over, pulling on her panties, while the blonde finished snapping a bra and turning it around so the snaps were on the back. They were hot little bitches, but if he couldn't have them, what about having Ellen? He felt a little sick as he thought of it, but his cock was hard, demanding attention.
    He leaned forward until his chest touched her's, the bulge of his cock slid up to touch her pelvis. She looked down in surprise.    
    "Wh... what are you doing?" she asked, a little fearfully.    
    "When's the last time you had a good fuck, Ellen?"
    "I... none of your business," she said defensively.
    "Maybe not, but I can give you one now."
    "Why would you do that? You don't even like me."
    "I don't have to like you to fuck you," Amos said, placing his hands on her enormous breasts. She shuddered under his touch, but didn't scream or struggle to escape. Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned slightly against him. He unbuttoned her blouse with shaking hands and pulled it open. He was amazed to see that she was wearing a man's t-shirt. He gave her closed eyes a skeptical look, then pulled the t-shirt up and over her head. She was not exactly a supermodel, but he had nothing else at hand to fuck, except his own hand. Ellen was better than his hand, barely.