I am what many people would call a “creepy guy”. I know this, because they’ve said it to my face. Many times. All through high school. Then college. Then, in many job interviews. It was quite literally what qualified me for my current job. “Yeah, to be honest, we’re hiring you ‘cause we think your creepy-ass face will scare the kids away,” the jackass said to me. I would’ve ripped him a new one if I didn’t need the work. I work the literal graveyard shift. Well, the name ‘graveyard’ implies there are multiple graves, but no, it’s more of a tomb. Some rich asshole bought out around 4 acres of countryside just to be buried here. Huge mausoleum, too, of course. They didn’t always need a guard around here, but apparently about a decade back, some punk-ass kids decided to spray paint dicks on it, so they hired a security guard 24/7. God damn rich people. Guess I shouldn’t complain, since this is the only way I can make a living. I’ve worked here for about a decade or so now, and the pay isn’t terrible.

Trouble is, it’s a lonely job. The grounds are off-limits to non-family members and, obviously, staff, so I don’t get a lot of company. In fact, my only visitor is this adorable 4’11 blonde girl. Her name is Veronica. She’s something like my employer’s third daughter. The damn family’s got something like 6 kids, so I have to guess she doesn’t get very much attention from her parents. I mean, she’s only 16 and she’s dressing like that? It’s crazy. She always comes by at the same time - 4:30 AM. I check my watChapter 4:22. Damn. I close my eyes for a moment and imagine how her tight leggings hug her tiny ass. The fabric of the sports bra she wears soaked in sweat as she passes by on her morning run. Her tiny pussy pushing against those leggings, her cute little lips exposed by the fabric. She may be young, but I can’t help it when she’s the only human I see on the regular, especially when I can barely control my sex drive as it is. I’m not exactly happy with the fact that I’m a 35 year old virgin, but I can’t do much about it, either, when most people run away from me with just a look. I check again. 4:29.

I head to the edge of the land, where the stone walls come down to connect to a large metal gate and glance down the path to see Veronica as she jogs towards me. She nods at me as she passes by the gate, her long, brunette hair bobbing to and fro, and I nod back. I watch her run by as her ass shakes and her fair skin glistens with sweat. I lick my lips. I don’t know how many more days of this I can take. Then, by some miracle, she falls over, landing face first in the dirt. That’s gotta sting. I open the gate quickly and approach her as she stands up, slowly getting to her knees. Her ass pushes out as she does so, giving me a perfect view that leaves nothing to the imagination. I can feel my cock throbbing. She rubs her head and stumbles backwards, right into my arms. I try to catch her, and I do, “accidentally” getting a handful of her tits. She stifles a moan as I instinctively squeeze her breast. I think I might just cum right here. I lick my lips as I look down at this little girl in my arms, her titty in my hand. “Are you alright?” She manages to nod, but she doesn’t look too good. I take her into the Mausoleum to let her lie down. After a few moments, she’s out cold. So here I am, sitting in a dark tomb, at 5 am in the morning, with a raging erection, with a barely clothed young girl who is unconscious. Christ.

After a few minutes, I’m running my eyes over her body as she sleeps. I’m still hard. I wonder what she sounds like when she cums. I touch her arm. It’s as warm as the sunlight. I trail my fingers up to her shoulder as I imagine her pretty pink pussy overflowing with my cum. My breath hitches as my fingers bump over her bra strap. No one could stop me if I just had a look. What’s the harm in looking, anyway? No one will know. I can’t believe this is my first real pair of tits I’ll have seen. Porn doesn’t count. Before I know it, I’ve already lifted the bra over her head, and her perky young breasts are out for the world to see. By some miracle, she’s still asleep. Sweat sparkles on her impossibly pink nipples. Her tiny areolae match her adorable style. Her breath catches in her sleep and I sit in silent terror as I fear she will wake up. After I’m satisfied that she’s still asleep, I turn my hungry gaze to her tight leggings. Oh god, what the fuck am I doing? I feel a hand undo my pants and pull them down, and I’m surprised to find that it’s mine. This is so wrong. I take my cock into my hand as I tug down the little girl’s leggings. Pink and white striped underwear. All that’s separating me from a real pussy is some thin fabric. I’m in too deep now, I might as well go all in.