The creamy-skinned blonde with pierced nipples was riding the lap of some lucky son of a bitch in a topless camaro.

The guy was in the passenger seat, with his jeans around his ankles and his hands on Blondie‘s hips. Blondie was straddling his crotch, impaling herself with wild enthusiasm on one hell of an impressive prick.

Blondie had peeled off her stretchy white tank top, tiny matching shorts and purple G-string panties earlier. That left her buck naked, or maybe I should say "naked and bucking." Watching the sexy way she gyrated, arched her spine and thrashed her copper hair about, I was reminded once again how much I absolutely love my job.

Blondie leaned back against the dashboard and hunched her crotch forward, but not enough to dislodge the hard-on from her juicy slot. That gave Mr. Lucky a heart-stopping view of his oversized equipment sliding in and out of her shaved, stretched-wide pussy. She reached down and rubbed her hairless mound. He thrust harder and faster.

And how had I wangled a front-and-center seat to what should have been a very private show? Chalk it up to filling out the right civil service application.

I work in airport security for the government, watching closed-circuit TV monitors all day. In the current heightened-security climate, guys like me are on guard against anything potentially dangerous, unusual or "suspicious." My beat is the parking facility. The most public-safety-threatening thing I have seen in two years was a tattooed dickhead skateboarding down a stairwell.

Even if I never get to pick up my red phone, though, I‘m never bored. You wouldn‘t believe the stuff people do in, beside, on top of or under their cars. I‘ve definitely got it better than the schlubs who watch the terminals, food courts and baggage-claim areas. The best thing those losers witness is the occasional makeout session in an arrival-departure lounge, possibly combined with an over-the-clothes good-bye grope.

They never get to see hot-blooded honeys giving their guys last-minute handjobs, frenzied forget-me-not head, frantic farewell fucks or passionate welcome-home pussy. If somebody could bottle the brain chemical released by about-to-be-separated or just-reunited lovers, the stuff would be the most powerful aphrodisiac in history.

Fortunately, each of us has a separate office, to keep us from getting distracted by socializing. We‘re supposed to stay one hundred percent focused on the screens. I‘m focused, all right. I‘ve seen people do things that could get them arrested for everything from public indecency to operating without a circus permit. You‘d be amazed how much misbehavior can be glimpsed through windshields, moonroofs, open doors and side windows. Convertibles, of course, are my favorite vehicles.

Take blondie and Mr. Lucky, for example. I could tell from the way they hurried into the garage with her luggage that I should keep an eye on them. These clearly weren‘t people who could wait until they got home to get it on.

That suspicion was confirmed when I saw where the guy had parked: top level, distant empty corner, no other cars anywhere close.

The busty blonde started stripping as soon as they reached the camaro, right out in the open. This was no slow, sexy tease either. She was getting naked as fast as she could. When I saw the two thick gold hoops in the distended tips of her nipples, my cock headed north quick. I adjusted it in my pants, but resisted the urge to take it out yet.

Not that I‘m any kind of saint when it comes to abstaining from self-abuse. Hell, I usually beat off two or three times per shift. Four, on really good days. The thing is, I like to torture myself by seeing how long I can delay gratification. It takes discipline, but it‘s worth it. I seem to come twice as hard when I wait to unzip until I am at the edge of exploding, instead of yanking myself off at first sight of a nice tit or a split beaver.

The blonde tugged on one of her titty rings. She used her other hand to rub her mound while she sucked her boyfriend‘s dick. He was in the passenger seat by then, with the door open. She was standing outside, leaning over his crotch. I wished I could get a better side angle, so I could look right up into her shallow crack at both of her holes. Never satisfied, right?

I upped the volume. I heard every wet slurp as she licked and bobbed on his meat. I heard her ask, in an irresistibly husky voice, "Do you like that, baby? Do you like it when I come home and suck your big, hard, beautiful cock?"

The guy answered by grabbing her head in both hands and thrusting his dick back between her lips. She seemed to get the point.

She stopped sucking a little later and said, "I need to get fucked, baby, and I mean right now." She quickly climbed onto his crotch, facing him. Her knees were on either side of his body. She took his saliva-wet prong in hand and positioned its swollen head against her fuckhole. Then she sat down hard, taking every inch of the thing at once.

That was unusual, I thought. Most girls, even the ones who seem super-eager to get fucked, like to be on the receiving end of at least a little foreplay.

Just that morning, I had watched a petite Asian and a burly black guy through the moonroof of his ridiculously huge SUV. She started off by blowing him. I was stunned that she could get her small mouth around the circumference of his huge chocolate club — much less that she could take almost three-quarters of that monster‘s length down her throat.

Next thing I knew, she had turned upside-down like a gymnast, with a thigh on either side of his head. I guess that was her way of saying she wanted some attention too. Her pussy was right in his face when she resumed sucking his dick.

My angle on that charmingly romantic tableau couldn‘t have been better. Looking straight down into the SUV from an overhead camera, I could see the guy hold her cunt lips and her ass cheeks open wide. I zoomed in for a better view of her wet, pink slit and the puckered knot of her tailhole.

He licked her from clit to asshole and back again, over and over, making her entire crotch glisten. She groaned and writhed in his strong grip. When she climaxed, I swear I saw a spray of girl-come spurt from her gaping slot.

By that time, she was more than ready to get screwed. Seeing her petite Asian pussy get skewered by his huge ebony staff was like watching a special effect. There didn‘t seem to be any way she could fit it all in . . . but she did.

Other couples typically engage in the simultaneous "tug and rub" routine. They‘ll be sitting side by side, horny for each other but not fully committed to giving in to their impulses. They start off by kissing good-bye or hello, which quickly turns into French-kissing. The guy squeezes the girl‘s tits, then moves a hand south to rub and finger her pussy. The girl takes out the guy‘s boner and pulls on it.

One of three things happens next. They might cool it and leave, either because they come to their senses or they get interrupted. Or the guy loses control, jizzes all over himself and the girl‘s hand, and that‘s that. Or, ideally, the two of them work each other into enough of a nasty frenzy that they go for it within camera range.

"I‘ve seen people do things that could get them arrested."

It‘s rare, though, for any girl to do what the blonde had done. Almost none of them jumps on a cock without having any attention whatsoever paid to their pussy. Yet blondie did not seem to mind that her guy had used neither fingers nor tongue on her snatch.

Then I figured it out. blondie already was full of some other guy‘s come. With a sex drive like hers, she probably had "mile-high club" sex with a stranger while en route.

I could picture that smoky-eyed slut standing face-to-face in a cramped airliner rest room with some guy she just met. One of her feet would be up on the counter, giving him easy access to her bare cunt. I could imagine him pistoning in and out of her slippery snatch, trying not to bang his ass against the flimsy folding door on the out-thrusts.

That also explained how blondie was able to sit right down on her boyfriend‘s cock in the camaro, taking its entire length up her quim in one smooth motion. Her fuck tunnel not only was pregreased with another man‘s seed, it also had been very recently stretched!

That didn‘t affect my enjoyment of the action, of course. If anything, it made things hotter. I went right on watching the beautiful bitch‘s big jugs swing around on her narrow chest while she bounced on her lover‘s veiny rod.

"Looks like quite a show," said a woman‘s voice near my ear, shocking me so much, I nearly jumped.

"She sat down hard, taking every inch of the thing at once."

I spun around in my chair. It was Jackie, one of the other security monitors. Her beat was the gift-shops aisle on the main concourse. I had not heard her come in, obviously.

"Oh, hey," I said, trying to sound casual. I was damned glad she had not walked in a few seconds later. That‘s how close I was to pulling out my painfully throbbing prick. "What‘s up?"

She glanced at the straining crotch of my pants and grinned. "Apparently one thing is." She looked back at the screen. "And I can see why. Jesus, look at the two of them going at it! Here, scoot over." She kind of half-sat on an armrest of my chair. She put one of her arms on the chair‘s back to steady herself, which meant she was leaning against me.

You know how sometimes, if a girl catches you in the right frame of mind, she suddenly becomes irresistibly attractive? I never had considered hitting on Jackie before that moment. Not that she was a pig or anything. She actually was quite cute, with a heart-shaped face and her brown hair tied back in a ponytail. It‘s just that I always had the impression she was all business, humorless, maybe even a lesbo.

The ugly uniforms we wear had a lot to do with that misimpression. To put it mildly, they are not exactly flattering to the female form. A white blouse with oversized pocket flaps, airport ID badge, blue tie and polyester slacks do not scream "seductress."

And yet seen up close like this, and with my libido already stoked, buttoned-down Jackie took on a whole new appeal. I could make out the curves of a surprisingly decent body hiding in her clothes. It was one I wanted to get to know better.

Her eyes were glued to the monitor. "Fuck, if I could see stuff like this on my beat, I‘d never want to go home," she said. "This is just totally fucking hot!"

I didn‘t say anything. I didn‘t want to distract her just yet. If she got sufficiently excited by what she was watching, I might have a shot at something completely inappropriate.

She leaned closer toward me. With her arm around my back, the side of her left breast was pressed against my shoulder. It felt very firm through her starched white uniform shirt.

She seemed to realize the position she was in. She pulled back a little with a nervous laugh. The spell of the screen was broken. She was blushing when she looked at me. "I guess I should have knocked, huh?"

"No, that‘s no problem. What did you — ?""Oh, I just wanted you to sign this birthday card for one of the guys downstairs." She held it up as she glanced back at the monitor. That was all it took. She was hooked all over again.

"Jesus," she breathed, watching Mr. Lucky mouthing one of Blondie‘s pierced nipples. He took the bright gold ring between his teeth and tugged it, lifting the tit to which it was attached, as he kept right on fucking.

I tentatively trailed a palm down Jackie‘s back. She looked at me with her eyes half-closed. I put my other hand on one of her legs, running it up along the black double-knit material toward her inner thigh. She put the birthday card on the desk. Then she ran her fingers through my hair and moved her legs apart, as if inviting further exploration.

This was too fucking good to be true, I thought. It was as if we were one of those parking-lot couples I had watched so many times, caught up in a moment that could lead somewhere great.

I caressed, and then squeezed, one of her nicely rounded B-cup tits. She reached down to rub my upright cock through my uniform pants. She leaned in for a kiss. I slipped her my tongue. She responded with hers.

I reached for the crotch of her uniform pants. She was very hot between the legs. I pressed my middle finger hard against the crotch seam, finding the furrow of her hidden cunt. She clasped my hand between her thighs and kissed me harder. This girl was one hundred percent ready for takeoff.

"Let me eat your pussy," I said. "Get your pants off and sit on the desk, so I can eat you until you come."

She didn‘t say a word. As she stood and unfastened her belt, I unzipped and freed my cock. I stroked it as I watched her step out of her pants. She pushed down her pink cotton panties and left them on the floor. The tail of her white shirt hid her crotch, but not for long.

She scooted back onto the desk in front of my chair. I lifted and spread her legs. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat triangle. The curls closest to her slit were dark with her natural wetness. The inner lips of her pussy were crumpled like a closed rosebud. I used my thumbs to spread them wide, revealing the shiny pinkness inside. Then I bent forward and put my mouth on her cunt.

She grabbed the back of my head as I licked her slot and sucked her fleshy clit. She moaned when I speared the tip of my tongue into her vagina, tongue-fucking her. I pushed her knees closer to her chest, tilting her crotch higher. That gave me access to her little asshole. I was so turned on that I ran my tongue all around and then inside it. That made her groan with delight. She pushed her butt against my mouth, wanting more.

"God, yes," she sighed. "Lick my asshole. Lick my pussy, and my asshole, and my pussy. Jesus, that feels good."

"She grabbed the back of my head as I licked her slot and sucked her fleshy clit."

She was fingertipping her mound, rubbing herself to a climax. When she came, she tried forcing my head away from her crotch, but I held onto her waist. "No more, God, no more," she cried. "It‘s too fucking good."

When she lay back completely spent, I got to my feet. I took my cock in hand and rubbed its tip all around the juicy outer lips of her sex. She reached down and held herself open. "Go ahead," she breathed. "Fuck me. Put your dick in me."

I pushed halfway inside her slippery tunnel, letting her get used to me. I pulled back and pushed in again, going deeper. She rolled her head and closed her eyes. On my third thrust, I was all the way in. I flexed my hips and started fucking, sliding in and out of that tight, hot sheath. She began rubbing her mound again.

I unknotted her tie and unbuttoned her white blouse as I pumped her pussy. I wanted to see her tits. Her lacy white bra had a front clasp. I unfastened it and pushed the cups aside. Her puffy nipples stood up from the surface of her milk-white tits like plump strawberries.

"Twist my nipples," Jackie said. "Be rough with them. I like it that way."

I pinched and twisted those stiffening tit tips as I fucked her. She kept rubbing herself. When I felt her scissor her legs against my waist, I knew she was ready to come again. Her pussy gripped my cock and squeezed. She climaxed with a long, low moan.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed blondie lifting herself from Mr. Lucky‘s crotch on the monitor screen. Judging by the way his limp dick fell to one side against his leg, he apparently had come inside her pussy. Then blondie did something that made me lose control of my own cock.

She stood on the passenger seat, with a foot on either side of Mr. Lucky‘s hips. Gripping the camaro‘s rollover bar, she pushed her crotch into his sweaty face. Mr. Lucky obediently began lapping her bald snatch clean, sucking everything from her pussy. That meant not only his own load, but whatever blondie may have received earlier from an in-flight lover.

That did it for me. I slipped out of Jackie‘s slot and exploded all over her belly, striping her with come.

She used her panties to wipe herself off, dropped them in my trash can and got dressed. "I‘ve got to get back to work," she said, kissing me. "See you at quitting time?"

"Definitely," I said, zipping up. I quickly signed the birthday card she had brought with her. She kissed me again and left.

I realized later that I had no idea if Jackie knew we were being watched. I had noticed the hidden camera in the corner of my office way back in my first week on the job. I assumed everybody here knew all of us were under constant surveillance ourselves. Somebody has to watch the watchmen, after all.

Personally, I was glad to give my watcher something to see for a change besides me beating off on the job. I mean, you know — even a government worker‘s got his pride.

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