I was working at a major department store in the Loss Prevention department for high school credits during my senior year. They made me the “safety coordinator” (irony much?) so my job entailed following people around on the network of security cameras and walking the floor to check for spills and other hazards to the customers.
One of my favorite areas to walk was down in the electronics department. I’ve always had a thing for nerds, and that’s where they all worked.
The manager of the electronics department was a guy named ….well, let’s call him B.
He drove a Camaro with his name on the vanity plate. That ought to be enough of a descriptor.
B had the keys to the lockup cage where they kept the high-end portable electronics. Working in Loss Prevention, I knew the only camera pointed to the entrance of the cage, but there were none inside.
I’d go back there occasionally to blow him.
I’d also blown him in the alley behind a gas station, and a bank parking lot after hours.
I actually remember what I wore the night he invited me over. It was a tight, forest green corduroy mini skirt with a wide brown belt, and a very tight, cleavage-baring, brown body suit underneath.
He offered me a beer. I drank a Corona with a lime straight from the bottle and he told me to go into his office. He told me he had a fantasy about playing an online computer game while getting a blow job.
So I got on my knees and got to work.
I hear him typing, (this was before voice chat was popular in video/PC games), and he told me he was telling his friends about the little slut on her knees deep-throating his cock while they ..killed the bad guys or whatever the fuck the game was about.
We moved into the bedroom. It wasn’t a very large bedroom. It had a whole wall of mirrored closet doors parallel to the queen size bed. He brought out a toy bag and pulled a slim plastic dildo.
“Ever done anal?” he asked. I hadn’t. He had me get on my hands and knees on the bed facing the mirror. In the reflection I could see him behind me, naked by now, spreading my ass open to take a look. He leaned down and spit on it. Taking his fingers through my already slick cunt, he relocated some of the wetness and began working it with his fingers.
“Relax your muscles,” he told me.
He upgraded to the dildo next, gently twisting and pushing until it was buried inside me. He took my pussy while I became accustomed to it.
B was good and kinky. I was getting all the requisite slaps on the ass and hair pulls to make for a very rewarding experience, and I thanked him in moans and gasps and curses.
He pulled the dildo out of my ass, and I whimpered as my cunt lost its warm companion as well. “Look at me,” he grunted. Our eyes locked in the mirror and I watched as he pressed himself into my freshly prepped asshole.
“You’re a whore, aren’t you?”
It was the first time I’d ‘Sirred’ anybody.
******
Of course, we had to pretend none of this had ever happened. He was in management. I was not. I was still in high school. He was in his 30s.
It was a few weeks before we met up in the electronics lockup. B started reminiscing about that night as my head bobbed up and down in the dusty corner behind a stack of boxed boom boxes.
“And that look in your eyes when I finally stuck my cock in you….that was amazing.”
“mmhmmm” I answered, mindful of my duties.
“I really love watching that part.”
It took me a minute to figure out what he was trying to tell me.
He held my head down and drained himself into the back of my throat.
“The best part,” he commented while I licked him clean, “was the angle. The camera was behind you, but because of the mirror – I can see both sides clearly.”
Erotic fiction writer. Phi (pronounced “fee”) came into kink at early age and renewed her connection with the lifestyle in 2014 after a decade-long hiatus. A somewhat popular and undeniably avid blogger on fetlife.com under the name phi-is-me, she lives in the suburb of a suburb in southern California with two cats and six pillows.
Leave a Reply