Greg's Phone

**WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SCENES SOME MIGHT FIND DISTURBING**

The security guard stood holding Greg's discarded phone. The screen's glow illuminated his face. Fuck, thought Greg wincing. He had forgotten his phone in his haste to retrieve Lara's panties. And now the guard had indisputable evidence that he was there and, if the bastard could read, also knew that he was "cheating" on his girlfriend.

Surprisingly, the guard clicked off his radio before sliding the phone into his pocket and continuing his search.

The guard methodically went over every inch of bush and tree with his light. Afraid of being found, Lara and Greg dared not breathe. "Come on out, boy. You don't want me to report this to county. Then you have to explain it down at the jail. Call your parents to come bail you out, or worse, that girl Trista. She seems like a real firecracker."

Lara looked at Greg and shook her head, "No," but he had already decided.

"You don't need to do that," Greg said, stepping out of the tree line.

The guard swung around and pointed the flashlight at Greg, bathing him in its revealing light. "Boys your age. Always bringing some young piece of ass here to bang so her daddy won't know. Seems this Trista girl found out, though. You will be in a world of hurt when she sees you next."

"That's my business," Greg said dryly. "Can I have my phone back? I want to leave."

"So, where's the tasty piece of ass you brought to knock the bottom out of?" The guard asked, shining his light dangerously close to Lara's hiding spot.

"She's gone. I returned when I realized I had left my phone behind," Greg lied, his fist clenched in anger at the guard's disrespect toward Lara.

The guard frowned. "Shame; if she were still here and willing to play ball, you might have avoided this." The guard pulled out a pair of cuffs. "Hands behind your back."

"What? You can't arrest me." Greg said in shock.

Lara looked on from the bushes in disbelief as the guard pulled out a taser and threatened Greg again. The boy relented and turned his back, and allowed the guard to cuff him.

As the guard started to put Greg into his ATV, she stepped out from the bushes. "Wait, I'm here; don't take him."

The guard spun around and trained his flashlight on the blonde MILF. Lara lifted her hands to shield her eyes.

"Well, what do we have here?" the guard asked with an appreciative whistle. "Boy, I have to say I admire your taste. That's a well-refined woman there."

"Leave her alone," Greg growled. "Lara, don't do this."

"Oh, she better do this," the guard mocked as he walked around Lara, admiring her sun-dressed covered body.

"It's ok, Greg, I can handle myself," Lara said, trying to sound confident.

The guard placed a hand on Lara's shoulder. "I have no doubt you can handle yourself."

Lara shook his hand off. "Don't touch me."

The guard grabbed the front of Lara's sundress and yanked it down. Three buttons popped off, and her large breast spilled out. Greg lunged for the guard, but he had expected that and tased the young boy. Greg went to the ground, convulsing.

"You two need to play along, or you're gonna get hurt," The guard said as he grabbed Lara by the hair of the head.

"Please, I'll do what you want. Just don't hurt him," Lara pleaded.

The guard smirked. "Good girl, now get that dress off. I want to see what I'm working with."

Lara let her sundress slip to the ground. The guard let out a whistle in appreciation as her nude body came into view. Lara instinctively used her hands and arms to cover up, but the guard quickly grabbed them and pulled them away. "No need to be ashamed. You've got a nice tight fuckable body."

Greg lay writhing on the ground as the guard circled Lara. His hands shot out and groped her ample chest and supple ass. "You are in amazing shape. Your chest and ass are still firm. Most of these girls I catch here would be jealous. Face is starting to show some age, but it's still a solid seven."

Lara's face burned red with embarrassment and anger. She hoped the guard would let them go after having his power trip, but it was soon apparent he was just getting started.

"Alright, get on your knees. It's time for you to start earning a pardon for you and your boy toy," the guard taunted.

Lara thought about resisting, but she could hear the hum of the taser in the guard's left hand. This isn't his first time doing this. God, why did that bitch Trista have to keep blowing up Greg's phone?

The blonde milf kneeled before the evil security guard. "Now take my cock out."

Lara looked up at the guard with hate. Her withering stare was met by a few clicks of the taser. Electricity danced across its nodes.

Lara reached up and unzipped the guard's pants. She reached in, pulled down his underwear, and freed his penis. Talk about a worm. No woman ever had trouble fitting that in her mouth or was made sore by that thing.

"Time to earn your pardon. Suck my cock, whore!" the guard demanded.

Lara winced but leaned forward to comply with the disgusting order. She took the guard's semi-flaccid penis in her mouth and began to bob up and down on him. At least it's clean.

"Yes, I love it when I get one of you whores to do what you do best. Not had one as experienced as you before. You could teach those young ones a thing or two," the guard taunted.

Greg started to stir as Lara continued to work the bastard's shaft. Her tongue danced along his length while her fingers played with his balls. "Good girl. Get me nice and hard."

"Just let me go," Lara pleaded as she took his cock out of her mouth but continued to stroke him with her small soft hand.

The guard lifted her, spun her around, and bent her over the hood of his ATV. "Fine, I need to get back to my rounds anyway, but you must pay the final fine before I let you go."

He rubbed his cock over Lara's labia. She was slightly moist from her interaction with Greg earlier but had since lost her arousal. "Not that. Don't fuck me raw."

She felt the tip begin to pierce her defenseless sex. "You can't expect me to turn down such a delicious meal. Nothing is more delectable than feasting on a pie that's not yours to devour."

Lara gasped as the guard pushed inside her to the hilt. "No, no, no, take it out. TAKE IT OUT!"

The guard did not listen. He began to get a rhythm. Sliding in and out of Lara. Violating her. **** her. "God, yes. You're so tight. You girls always tighten up when you get what you deserve."

Tears ran down Lara's face as her **** continued. The guard was gasping now, his breath coming in shallow bursts as his cardio failed him. Lara knew he was getting close. She doubted he would pull out. The fact that this man was going to nut inside her made her queasy.

Suddenly, there was a dull thud, a short grunt, and then the man quit moving. He more fell out of her than pulled out.

"Fucking **** bastard," Greg spat out as he stomped the guard's face breaking his nose. Blood poured from the guard's face as he lost consciousness.

Lara turned and looked at him. The cuffs hung off his left wrist. His right wrist and hand were cherry red where he had squeezed them through the manacle. He held a club menacingly above the **** guard. Lara feared he would beat the man to ****. "Greg, stop. Call 911. We have to report this. He needs to go to jail, not you."

Greg picked up his cell phone and dialed the number. He knew this might end his relationship with Lara before it began. There would be no denying why he and her were here at the park tonight. But this evil man had to be stopped before he victimized another woman.