security office

I sat in the storage room, my bloody fists on my knees, staring at the monitor. Jeremy had just granted me direct access to the company’s surveillance cameras—“so you don’t miss a thing, loser.” I was watching everything live.

My mother came storming out of the women’s restroom, her face deathly pale, her eyes wide with panic. Her business skirt was askew, her blouse half-open because she’d just been fingering herself like a maniac in the bathroom. She ran down the hallway, her heels clicking frantically. I could almost hear her inner monologue:

*Oh God… there are security cameras… everywhere… I went into the warehouse right in front of the cameras… I undressed… tied myself up… if the footage exists… if someone sees my face… then I’m done for… Jeremy never saw it… but the security guards… they have everything… I have to delete the footage… immediately… I have ****…*

She flung open the door to the security office. The room was empty. Two large desks, monitors, a server cabinet. She rushed to the first computer, frantically pecking at the keyboard, searching for folders, for “warehouse,” for “Saturday.” Her hands were shaking so badly that she dropped the mouse several times.

Just then, the door opened.

Two huge security guards walked in—both over 6’3”, broad as wardrobes, with thick arms and bulging bellies beneath their black uniforms. The older one grinned widely; the younger one licked his lips.

“Well, look who’s here,” the older one said slowly. “We were just wondering when you’d show up, Ms. Tachibana.”

She spun around, her face ashen. Her full breasts rose and fell frantically beneath her blouse.

“The surveillance footage clearly shows that you were at the warehouse yesterday,” he continued, his voice deep and smug. “You stripped right in front of our cameras. Naked. Tied yourself up. Shoved a vibrator inside. And then you let three filthy warehouse workers fuck you like a cheap whore. We have it all. Every moan. Every recording. Hundreds of photos. And your face is, unfortunately… or fortunately… pretty easy to recognize.”

My mother staggered a step back, bumping into the desk. Her knees almost gave way.

*Oh no… oh God… they have me… they saw everything… how I got naked… how I tied myself up… how three strangers used me… my face… my tits… my pussy… everything’s on video… if this gets out… my reputation… my job… my son… I’m finished… I have ****… I have to do what they want… no matter what…*

The younger one locked the door behind him and grinned. “We’ll delete all the recordings. We’ll keep just a single private copy. Under three simple conditions.”

He counted them off on his thick fingers:

“First: We get to fuck you right now, together. Right here. On the desk. Hard. Bareback. In every hole.”

“Second: On a weekend of our choosing, you’ll come to our football game. You’ll change clothes for us, and we can use you all evening—in front of the guys, in the VIP section, however we want.”

“Third: For the rest of your career here, you’ll come to this office once a week and suck both of our dicks. Thoroughly. Until we come in your mouth. That’s the only way you’ll be safe. No videos. No photos. No scandal.”

The two men stood there with their legs spread wide; the bulges in their pants were impossible to miss. They looked at my mother like a piece of meat.

She stood there, hands braced on the desk, legs trembling. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but her nipples pressed hard against her blouse. Her inner conflict was so clear I could almost hear it:

*I can’t do this… these are two strange, rough men… twice Jeremy’s age… I’m a mother… a respected woman… but if I say no, the videos will be all over the company tomorrow… then everyone will see how I let myself get fucked like a tied-up warehouse whore… I have ****… I have to do it… I have to sacrifice myself… otherwise it’s all over… oh God, I’m such a slut… but I can already feel it tugging at my pussy again… I hate myself… I hate myself so much…*

She lowered her gaze, her voice barely more than a whisper, broken and humble:

“…all right. I… I’ll do it. Everything. Please… delete the recordings.”

The two security guards grinned widely and slowly approached her.

I punched the wall so hard that blood spurted out again. Tears of rage and humiliation streamed down my face, while my cock throbbed painfully hard in my pants.

My own mother was selling herself to two fat security guards—just to save the videos in which she’d offered herself as a fuck doll for three warehouse workers.

And I couldn’t do anything. Nothing at all. The camera in the security office showed everything in brutal 4K clarity.

The two fat security guards had lifted my mother onto the desk like a piece of meat. She lay on her back, her slender, elegant Japanese body a stark contrast to the two massive, dark guys.

Her skin was so light, almost translucent white, flawlessly smooth and hairless—shaved clean down to the last millimeter. Her plump, heavy tits with the dark nipples swayed with every breath. Her slender waist, narrow hips, long, smooth legs—everything looked fragile and noble.

And then the two of them: dark, almost black skin, thick, curly black hair everywhere. The older one had a huge, hairy chest that looked like a carpet, and a fat belly that spilled over his belt. His balls were big, heavy, and completely covered in black hair. The younger one was just as massive, with thick, hairy thighs and a thick, dark cock that was already sticking out stiffly.

The contrast was both repulsive and humiliating.

The older one spread her slender white legs wide apart and rammed his thick, dark cock into her smooth, pink pussy with a single thrust. You could see exactly how her pale labia stretched around the black shaft. The younger one spat on her ass and pushed himself in from behind. Both penetrated her at the same time—double penetration.

Her pale, delicate skin was literally swallowed up by the two dark, hairy bodies. The black, hairy balls slapped against her white ass with every thrust. The thick, dark fingers dug into her slender white hips, leaving red marks. Her plump white tits were brutally kneaded by the hairy paws; the dark fingers formed a stark contrast to her pale skin.

She was shuffled back and forth between them like a plaything. One held her by the hips and fucked her pussy, the other thrust into her ass from behind. Her slender body was literally squeezed between the two fat, dark bodies. Sweat dripped from their hairy bellies onto her pale skin. The smell of sweat, cum, and cheap aftershave filled the room.

My mother whimpered softly, her eyes half-closed with shame and lust.

*Oh God… two strange, fat, dark men… inside me at the same time… I can feel both cocks… they’re stretching me so wide… but… it feels so full… so dirty… I hate myself… I hate myself so much…*

She came hard. Her slender body twitched uncontrollably between the two massive guys, her pale pussy and ass clenching around the dark cocks. The men grunted and came almost simultaneously—thick, white loads filled her holes. When they finally pulled out of her, the cum oozed out of her pale pussy and ass in wide, white streams, running down her slender thighs and dripping onto the desk.

The two just laughed. The older one pulled out her expensive black panties and bra and stuffed both into his pants pocket with a grin.

“Souvenirs,” he said. “We’ll keep these.”

My mother stood up, her legs trembling, spread wide. Distinct wet trails ran across her skirt and blouse—large, dark stains from her own juices and the two men’s fresh cum. Without panties or a bra, the fabric clung directly to her wet skin. Her nipples stood out clearly.

She crept out of the office, her legs slightly spread so nothing else would leak out. In the hallway, she immediately hid in her own office, locked the door, sank to the floor, and pulled her knees to her chest.

I watched her sitting there—slender, elegant, fair-skinned, but with a stranger’s dark semen in both holes, without underwear, her clothes tellingly wet and stained.

Tears ran down her face, yet her hand was already slowly wandering between her legs again.

*I have ****… I belong to two fat security guards now… sucking their cocks once a week… and a whole weekend as a toy at the football game… I’m just a white, slender fuck doll for two hairy, dark men… oh God… what have I done…*

My own mother was now officially the company whore.