I'm a campus security guard. I've been here for fifteen years and I've seen it all by now -- until for some reason you, an outrageously hot tall nerd frosh, start teasing me.
When I'm stationed at the gym, you find reasons to show off your whale tail to me. When I'm working at the library, you never fail to chat me up, standing too close and touching my biceps or asking to see if my handcuffs would fit you. Sometimes you give me a hug, and it's friendly, but I can't help but notice you pressing your boobs against me. Before the flirting got really noticeable, back when I thought you were just being friendly, I mentioned that some of the stuff we'd had to confiscate could outfit a medium dungeon. I tried not to get too specific because too late, I remembered I should be professional with the students. But any day I smell your specific mix of citrus and vanilla up close is one of the best days I've ever had at work.
One day you push it a little too hard and I remind you I can't get involved with students; you say you'd never tell anyone. We're just inside the cafeteria lobby and people are wandering in and out, not really paying attention but we're not exactly invisible either. You say I'd have to take you to the security office if you were bad… then you walk into the cafeteria and brazenly grab a handful of silverware, eyes on me the whole time. You even drop a fork as you're putting the rest in your backpack so everyone notices.
I can't let this slide now. Like you said, I have to take you to the security office. I approach you and say that; you whisper that you want me to use the handcuffs. You even slap me in the face and cuss me out and before I can think better of it, I've got you cuffed and I've marched you down to the basement.
Once we reach the office and I take off the cuffs, I have to search your backpack even if this is mostly a pretext you made up to get us here. You tell me if I dig a little deeper, under the silverware, I'll find your panties… and I can keep them too, if you can work off your punishment. I'm wavering, but you've already unbuttoned your shirt and you've got "daddy's brat" written on your chest.
Fuck, I need this as much as you do. I barely remember to lock the outer door before I pull you into the "dungeon", frantically kissing and undressing as we go.
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It had been a few weeks since my college girl tenant Mags caught me gooning to her tumblr and we'd confessed to falling in lust with each other. We'd squeeze in some quick mouth or hand stuff -- the latter about all we could manage after long days at school or work -- whenever our schedules lined up, but it was never enough. She was eager to finally fuck, and I was too, but I wanted her first time to be special, and between my work and her band and her part time job and her class work AND finals, we just couldn't find enough time.
To make things worse, last week Mags made me a wager:
No orgasms unless provided by the other party
No fucking
No orgasms at all between 10 am to 8 am
Whoever begs for a full on fuck, instead of the mouth or hand stuff, loses.
Whoever breaks first gives up TV and Spotify rights in the shared rooms for two months.
If we could both hold out till after Dec 18th -- the last day of finals -- then it would be a tie.
The morning sessions can't intentionally be teases. If we play, we play till we cum. (Also, no ruining orgasms on purpose.)
If we're on the edge at 10 am, then there's an automatic ten minute extension and we can use hands on ourselves.
(Originally she'd pitched no orgasms at all, a sort of mini NNN, but we both knew that was too much.)
The 8 am - 10 am window was especially devious. She knew that the days I had to go into the office, I had to leave the house by 8, but because she was edging me when she made the terms, I agreed without thinking that clause through. I think she thought I'd still get her off with the remote vibe while I was on the bus. Ha. I actually still wanted to, despite what little I'd get out of it, but I had to give it up after the first day. I'd teased her and given her a remote vibe session while I rode the bus, listening to her moans and whimpers on a call with her all the while, and it was amazing. But it also got me rock hard, and I had to ride ten extra stops before I could disembark with any dignity.
Thank god I got to work from home Thursdays and Fridays or I would have broken that first week. Monday to Wednesday, Mags had seen me off to work with a long, hungry kiss at the door each day. She'd humped my hand that first day through her pajamas.
On Tuesday, she upped the ante with a microskirt and no panties. I licked my hand clean on the walk to the bus stop.
I thought Wednesday would be better when she showed up in a hoodie and jeans, the picture of a casual college girl. Then she unzipped her hoodie to show off her bondage collar, and pulled my breakfast granola bar (still wrapped) out of her jeans, whispering "I warmed it up for youuu," and I got weak in the knees. I almost got lost walking to the bus stop and I've walked that route for years now. I saved the wrapper just in case I could smell her on it. (I could and it was fantastic.)
Usually after work, she couldn't tease me in person because all her commitments kept her so busy she was typically never home till I'd gone to bed for the night. But I knew her blog was getting even spicier than normal. I would have blown my load to her tumblr many times over if it wasn't for that stupid bet. Well, if it hadn't been for the lack of availability, I guess we would have just been fucking all this time.
That first Thursday, pent up as fuck, I got up right before eight and nearly ran to her room, stripping off my pajama top as I went. But Mags was already in the kitchen… topless, wearing her little collar and sucking on a popsicle. My hungry eyes devoured the sight, her long legs framed by a delightfully short plaid skirt.
I rolled my eyes at her actions, but the effect was undercut by the tent in my pants. "Mags, sweetheart, why are you giving a popsicle a blowjob at 8 in the morning?"
She smirked, and released the popsicle with an audible pop. Taking mock offense, she answered, "Daddy! Are you saying there's anything naughtyyy about this?" Keeping eye contact with me the whole time, she gave the popsicle a slow lick from the tip to the base and back, then pouted, "Do you wanna taste?" She traced the popsicle around her nipples and down to her belly ring, leaving a trail of purple juices, thrusting her tits at me.
I knew this game wasn't just a little tease before this morning's action. She wanted me to break.
"Babygirl, I want it all --" Her eyes lit up in triumph before I continued "--but we said we'd wait till we had a full night, no distractions. And I can hold out longer than you anyways," I smirked.
With that, I threw the popsicle in the sink and pulled her in tight to lap and suck at her delicious, perky teen tits, holding her by the neck and groping her ass too. Her hands were busy too, caressing my head and snaking into my pants to stroke my cock.
We moved to the floor and stripped as fast as we could to get into a 69. She sucked and licked my shaft while I caressed her ass and stroked her lips, licking gently and sucking up her juices. I wanted to lavish attention on her pussy, so warm and delicious, but her devotion to sucking me off meant I constantly got distracted. And when she took me in her throat? Between the feeling of her wet, warm throat and the glorious gluck-gluck-gluck sounds, I'm telling you, I saw God.
I had to pull back from her pussy to tell her "Mags, -mm-baby, oh god, baby, baby you're so good, you're the best, I'm gonna cummm-- ughhh"
She sucked even harder, bobbing up and down my full length and stroking me with her hands too. What could I do? I buried my face in her twat, licking her clit in alternating left and right swipes while curling my fingers inside her. I stroked and licked for all I was worth. She won this round though, sealing her lips around the head of my cock as I came, shooting ropes of cum into her mouth.
As I finished, I rolled us over and spun around so I could really go to work on her, hooking her thighs over my shoulders. And as a bonus, with her mouth free, she could make those wonderful little whimpers and moans I'd loved since before she even moved in, back when I listened to her dirtiest posts on the internet.
As she neared her peak, I raised my head off her one last time, while redoubling my efforts with my hands. "C'mon, baby. Tell daddy what you need. Tell me what you're feeling."
"Fuuuuuuck! I need your tongue! Dad-deeee, don'tstop, pleasedon'tstop, I'msocloseeeee", she begged with such wanton need. Could anyone refuse her? I sure couldn't. Especially with her hands holding my head tight to her hot twat.
I dove back in. She got even more vocal: "oh yeah, right there, keep doing that, keep -- aaahhhhhh, oh, oh, OHHHHHHHHHHH GOOODDDDDD! ohgod ohgod ohmigodddddddd, fuckkkk.". Her legs locked around my head so I just kept on stroking her and licking her until her orgasm finally subsided.
She put both hands on my head and pulled me up to her face, and we shared a deep lingering kiss, her juices still all over my face, traces of my cum still on her tongue. She licked me clean as I had done with her earlier, and we cuddled on the floor, stroking each other gently, languidly kissing as the winter sun finally broke in through the windows.
"Hey, D?"
"Yeah?"
She snuggled into my arms. "I wanna have a Christmas party next week. Your friends, my friends, just a chill low key thing."
I kissed her forehead. "Sounds perfect."
"And I'm not going to wear underwear the whole night."
