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
"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
"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
"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
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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
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
"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
"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
"When's the last time you had a good
"I... none of your business," she said
"Maybe not, but I can give you one
"Why would you do that? You don't even
"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.
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