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I Sucked Off the Uniformed Mall Guard

Author’s note: All characters are consenting adults (18+). All sexual acts depicted are consensual between the characters.

A while ago I got a message from a man who works as a security guard at one of the big shopping malls on the outskirts of Lisbon. 

Straight, mid-thirties, thick build, and a fan of my work. He didn’t stop messaging until I agreed to get on my knees for him.

It was a weekend afternoon when he sent an Uber. I went straight to the mall. Out of respect for him I’m not going to name which one — only that it’s one of the largest and busiest in the area. We met on parking level -3. He knew a spot with no cameras, which was perfect, because the only videos I like are the ones I choose to do.

He was already waiting by a heavy metal door. Tall, broad, muscular under the uniform. A bit of gray in his short hair, an untrimmed beard, and that solid, masculine presence some men just carry. He gave me a short nod and pushed the door open.

It led into a cold concrete service corridor — an emergency exit route, bare and echoing. He didn’t follow me in right away.

“Get on your knees and wait,” he said, voice low and rough. “I’m gonna do a quick loop and make sure no one’s coming.”

I did exactly as I was told. I dropped to my knees on the cold concrete and waited in the dim light, heart already beating harder.

A couple of minutes later the door opened again and he stepped inside, closing it firmly behind him. He looked down at me for a second, already reaching for his belt.

“You’re gonna suck it, aren’t you, whore?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He opened the buckle of his uniform pants — the dark blue ones that came with the security job — and pulled his cock out through the fly. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The base was framed by dark hair, and the cock itself was thick, solid, already starting to fill as I wrapped my hand around it. I leaned in and took the head into my mouth, feeling it swell and harden against my tongue.

“Little slut… you suck well.”

I worked him deeper, letting the weight of him push across my tongue. He was slightly musky, with that faint taste of skin and the leftover heat of a man who’d been walking around in uniform all day. I ran my hands up the strong thighs under the stiff fabric of his pants, then higher over the polo shirt with the security company logo and the name badge clipped to his chest. On his feet were heavy black leather boots, planted firmly on either side of me.

He was clearly nervous — the first time he’d ever done anything like this while on duty — but the adrenaline only made him harder. I sucked faster, taking him as deep as I could, the wet sounds loud in the empty concrete corridor.

“Swallow my cock, bitch.”

“You like it, daddy?”

“I fucking love it. Take it deeper.”

I pushed further until the thick head pressed into my throat. He let out a low, strained sound and rested one heavy hand on the back of my head, not quite forcing, but making it clear he wanted more. Spit ran down the shaft and over my fist. I kept going, eyes watering, the cold concrete biting into my knees while I serviced a uniformed security guard in the middle of his shift.

His breathing got shorter. The hand on my head tightened.

“I’m gonna cum,” he muttered, voice rough. 

“Don’t you fucking pull off. Put your mouth on it — put your mouth on it—”

I sealed my lips around him and took him deep one last time. He came hard, hips jerking, flooding my mouth with thick, hot pulses. I swallowed everything, throat working around him, while he held my head in place and finished with a low, gritted groan.

When the last of it was down I slowly pulled off and cleaned him carefully with my tongue, making sure there was nothing left on his cock or the front of his uniform. He tucked himself back into his pants, zipped up, and fixed his belt with the same efficient movements he probably used every day on the job.

He pulled a folded bill from his pocket and handed it to me for the Uber back.

“Good boy,” he said quietly. Then he opened the door, checked the parking level, and stepped back out into his shift like nothing had happened.

I stayed on my knees for a few extra seconds on the cold concrete, the taste of him still thick in my mouth, before I finally stood up and left the same way I came in.

It remains one of the most exciting things I’ve ever done.