My name is Jim, and I am a 30-year-old night patrolman at a large warehouse complex. One of my duties is to patrol a large lot where many of the truckers who come to the warehouses drop their empty trailers.
The trailer lot is private property owned by the warehouse company, but since it is outside the security fence, it can be accessed from the county road that runs past by it. There is a gate that is usually secured and numerous signs posted that read, "No Trespassing" or "Authorized Parking Only."
I was enjoying the warm summer night as I made my rounds. On this particular night, it appeared the trailer lot gate had been force open.
After securing the open gate as best as I could, I began a systematic patrol of the trailer lot. It was a little after midnight when, near a dark corner at the back of the lot, I spotted a car I didn't recognize. It didn't belong to any of the warehouse workers or truck drivers authorized to park on the lot.
I quietly approached the car from the rear. As I neared the back of the car, I made note of its make, model, color, and license number. I then noticed, with the aid of a distant yard light, the driver's window was down. The car was occupied by what appeared to be a male sitting in the driver's seat. His head was laid back against the headrest, and he seemed to be slowly moving his torso.
He didn't notice me, even as I walked up to his door. By then I could see his eyes were closed and hear the moans coming from inside the car.
Looking inside the car, I saw what had his focused attention. The driver was not alone. He was stroking the long brunette hair of a young lady. She was busily bobbing her head up and down in his lap. She was giving him a blow-job. Although she was only taking a few inches of his cock into her mouth, he seemed to be enjoying the hell out of it.
I just couldn't bring myself to disturb their pleasure.
In a short time, he had wadded her hair in his fist and began to rapidly thrust his hips up to her face. She seemed to be swallowing his load of cum. As she sat up, I could see a good deal of it actually dribbled down his cock to his balls.
She sat up and smiled at him. As he pulled her toward himself, she noticed me standing next to the car's door. She gasped and froze in place.
The guy asked, "What is it, Honey?"
Staring at me, she replied, "The guard." She didn't move.
He snapped around with a shocked look on his face. "Oh shit! How long have you been there?"
"Long enough to see you get a blow-job. Do you know this is private property? Do you know anything about how the gate was damaged?"
He, of course, denied doing any damage to the gate.
I told him that, since I couldn't prove he did the gate damage, I couldn't charge him for it. However, he was trespassing, and I would have to call the cops to have him cited for that offense.
Both of them begged me not to call the police.
"I'll consider not calling them. Let's see some ID. I still have to write a report on this incident."
They both handed me their driver's license. It was then that I noticed a wedding ring on his hand but not on hers. Making notes from their licenses, I saw that Mr. Robert Clayton was 28-years-old and lived on the far side of town. Ms. Alexandra Boyd had just turned 18 and had an address just two blocks from the warehouse.
I asked them, "Why did you come here? Why don't you go to one of your homes?"
Mr. Clayton said, "We can't!"
I asked rather sarcastically, "And why not?"
Clayton snapped. "That's none of your business."
"Fine! If you don't want to answer my questions, maybe you'll answer the cop's questions." I reached for my cell phone to call the police.
"No, please! I'm married, and my wife would kill me if she found out about this. Alex is our baby sitter, and I was just supposed to be taking her home. Please don't call the police."
I then asked the young lady. "And what's your story, Ms. Boyd?"
Nearly in tears, she said. "I still live with my parents. My dad will ground me forever if he finds out about this. I've been accepted to attend the local university. I need to stay home, so I can go to college next fall. He's a hardhearted preacher. He'd cut off my college money, and probably kick me out, if he found out about this. Please, please don't call the police. I'll do anything, just don't report us.
Pausing to think about it a few seconds, an evil thought came to me. With a broadening smile, I asked her, "Anything?"
Ms. Boyd instantly replied. "Yes, anything."
I returned their driver's license's and told Mr. Clayton, "You stay put. Ms. Boyd, step to the rear of the car, please. We need to talk."
As she got out of the car, Mr. Clayton dropped his head into his hands.
I met Ms. Boyd at the rear of car and leaned on the trunk. She came around and stood about two feet in front of me. Even in the darkened lot, I could see she was a lovely young thing. She stood about 5'6" and weighed something like 120 pounds. Her round face was surrounded by soft dark curls.
I reached out to squeeze both of her tits with my hands. She tensed and stepped back.
I told her, "You can get in the car and leave anytime you like. However, before you can get home, your father and his wife will know about this little incident.
She begged, "Please, don't." She lowered her head and took a step forward.
This time, when I reached for her tits, she stood still. She had decent sized set of tits. She stood quietly as I fondled them through her bra and blouse. I told her. "I won't call the cops if you do for me what you just did for your boyfriend."
"What? I can't ... I don't..."
"I want a blow-job. Don't pretend you don't give head. I saw you sucking him. Now, get busy." My words sounded like orders, as I had meant them to.
She hung her head, but slowly knelt on
the grass, unzipped my pants, and took out my half hard cock. Holding it in front of her face, she stared at it for several seconds. She seemed to be contemplating what she was about to do. Then she opened her lips, and slowly took my cock into her mouth.
My cock was fully erect in just a few seconds. I took her head and gently pulled her forward until she gagged. She could only take about half of my cock without gagging.
I had to insist, "Go on, Baby. Suck me off!"
Alex started bobbing up and down on my cock, but she didn't suck and used very little tongue. All things considered, Alex gave a terribly sloppy blow-job.
I demanded, "Come on, girl. Suck it."
She tightened her lips just a bit and lightly sucked. Still not a good blow-job, but better than nothing.
After several minutes of Alex's bobbing her head on my cock, I shot my load into her mouth. She let most of my cum dribble from her mouth and fall to the ground.
When she looked up, I was looking down at her. I asked her, "How many blow-jobs have you given?"
She said, "Just two, Robert, and now you."
"You need to be taught how to properly suck a cock. Don't you?"
She lowered her head, nodded, and quietly replied, "I guess so."
I then told her, "Good! Be here at 1:00 AM tomorrow for a lesson."
Alex protested. "What? I can't! I won't!"
"Then, I'll be sure to send copies of my report to Daddy and his wife."
"No! Please don't." She begged.
"Well?" I asked.
"OK! I'll be here." She had resigned herself to doing as I had instructed.
She didn't know it yet, but Alex had just become mine. As I helped her to a standing position and led her to the car's passenger door, I told her, "Don't be late, or the reports go out."
As Alex seated herself, I told Mr. Clayton. "Now, you get the hell out of here, and don't come back." With a wide grin, I added, "Drive carefully, now. Ya hear?"
The next night, I was finishing a patrol round when I noticed her. It was just a few minutes past 1:00 AM, and Alex was sitting on the steps in front of my office. She was startled when I quietly walked up and said, "Alex, I'm glad you could make it. Come on in the Security Office."
Without a word, she got up and followed me inside. When we entered the well lighted office, I could see Alex was indeed a lovely young thing. She had long brunette hair that framed her rounded face. Her hazel eyes seemed to be hypnotic. She had worn a dark blue blouse and matching knee length skirt. Nicely shaped legs led to her white tennis shoes.
When I sat to write my patrol notes, Alex went to her knees and started to unzip my pants.
I told her, "Wait, not yet, and not here."
She looked a little confused. "Don't you want a blow-job?"
"Yes, but not that sloppy thing you do. Let me finish my patrol report. Then we'll get started."
Alex bowed her head and agreed, "Yes, Sir."
After finishing my log entries, I took her hand and led Alex to the office kitchen. When she was seated in a chair, I opened the fridge behind her and offered her a glass of orange juice. She hadn't seen me pour a bit of vodka into the juice.
She took a sip of the juice then quizzically looked at it.
"That will be the vodka." I said. "There's just a bit of vodka to help you relax. You may as well enjoy your blow-job lessons as much as I will."
As Alex sat quietly and slowly drank her screwdriver. I, stood behind her, reached over her shoulders and gently squeezed and massaged both of her tits.
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