Work overnight

“No problem,” Ms. Martin says, “I’ll make sure to let the night guard, Julissa, know to expect you tonight.”

You head back to the hotel and take a nap. Around 9 PM, you walk back over to the office and let yourself in with the key card from Ms. Martin. As you enter the lobby you see the same security guard you had a run in with this morning. “This must be Julissa,” you think to yourself.

As you enter the building, she gets up and comes around from the lobby desk. She is indeed an imposing woman. Her uniform is tight and ill-fitting and her slacks are showing severe ’camel-toe’. She can probably pick you up and throw you if she tries. Much to your surprise you feel a stirring in your crotch as your cock begin to swell and lengthen. You hope it is not making a visible bulge in your slacks. You wondered if she notices.

“Excuse me,” she belts out just below a yell, “Can I help you?”

“I’m the network guy,” you stammer nervously, “you remember from this morning.”

“Boy, do you not know how to tell time?” She asks in an almost scolding voice.

You explain about not being able to go into the studios during the day because of the phootshots, and how Ms. Martin offered to let you work overnight.

“Mmmmm,” she replies with a long pause while looking you up and down. “My job is to prevent perverts from entering this building. You’d be surprised how many would-be delivery drives or ‘agents’ try to sneak into this building.”

“Ms. Martin told me she would tell you…” you try to explain.

“Don’t tell me how to do my job,” she yells with a fiery look in her eyes.

This causes you to take a step back like you had been physically pushed.

“I’ll need to search you before you can go upstairs. It’s just routine. I must be sure you aren’t carrying any weapons or contraband material.” She tells you in a more subtle tone.

“Umm, OK.” You reply not wanting to argue with this woman.

She instructs you to stand with your arms straight out. You comply, trying not to think about how exposed you feel with her hands so close to your privates. Your cock begins to swell and lengthen as she pats down your sides and arms.

You jump a bit as you feel one of her hands on the back of your neck. She begins slowly tracing your back with her other hand, almost like a massage. But rougher than any massage you’ve ever had. Both of her hands find their way to your pecs and torso. She is going to give you a very thorough body search.

She presses her body tight against your back and lets her hands work along your arms, really crushing your biceps. Wow, she is strong.

Next, she moves a foot between your legs...kicking them apart and forcing you to adopt a wide stance so that she can pat down your legs. As she works her way along your legs, you notice her grip getting much tighter at your thighs and butt. In fact, she is squeezing your butt more than patting it.

Much to your surprise you find this to be very arousing. She works her hand between your legs brushing against the bulge in your slacks. You are now growing fully hard in your pants, is thinking this might be a lot of fun. Like one of those porn movies about a lady policeman or something when suddenly she takes a very firm squeeze of your crotch. Slightly too firm causing you to yelp.

She pulls out her night-stick and presses it against your chest. Her other hand still has a **** grip on your junk.

“I think you have some sort of weapon in there, mister. Put your hands on your head and don’t move.”

You try to pry yourself free from her vise-like grip on your crotch, which makes her squeeze even the harder.

“Please ma’am. This really hurts. I swear there’s nothing in my pants but me!”

She squeezes harder.

“Stop squirming and whining you little prick! I can’t have you coming in here with a dangerous weapon and you’re definitely packing something in those pants. We’ll have to find out what’s going on here.”

She lets go of your crotch and reaches for the metal detector on her desk. You are shocked at how rough this is getting. And even more shocked find that your cock is now fully hard.

You stand with your hands on your head and legs spread wide, as she slowly runs the metal detector along your arms and over your back and torso. Her breathing sounds heavy and labored. Shit! You think this is turning her on! She lingers on your thighs and ass...and when the machine passes over your crotch it beeps a warning.

“Empty your pockets.”

“There’s nothing in my pockets. My wallet, keys and stuff are in my bag.”

She runs the detector over your crotch again with the same result.

“Alright boy, strip, NOW!”

You quickly pull off your shirt, but fumble taking off your shoes and socks.

“Strip faster pretty boy!”

She reaches over and with one hand roughly pulls the front of your slack open and yanks them to the floor. You stand there in just your undershirt and boxer-briefs. Your throbbing cock is leaking pre-cum, making a visible wet spot in boxer-briefs.

Noticing the front of your boxer-briefs, she says, “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

As she speaks, she grabs you by the front of your undershirt, which begins to tear. She continues to berate you and shake you around until she has torn the shirt completely off of you. This has taken a bizarre turn and yet your ball sack has tightened and the pre-cum is really flowing from your cock. You are finding this whole scene wildly erotic!

“You like a woman to take charge, huh?”

She then starts to frisk you and pat you down, even though you are almost naked, running her hands all over your exposes flesh. You can smell her arousal as she presses close behind you, puts one arm around your neck, and roughly runs her hands over your torso and down to your bulging crotch.

She has already torn your undershirt completely off of you so you are standing there only in thin boxer-briefs that are becoming soaked with pre-cum. Your raging hard-on is clearly visible. She grabs you by your briefs and begins pulling you toward her desk.

Then letting go, she leans back, and sits on top of the desk, knocking the keyboard and other stuff to the ground as her large ass engulfs the top of it.

She spreads her legs and asks, “do you enjoy being my sissy boy?”