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A Short Cut To Sex

It was late when Stacey left the night club, and although she hadn't cared that she'd used up her cab money when she'd bought those last drinks, as she started out on the long walk home, the rain starting to fall in huge droplets, she wished she hadn't been quite so foolish.

A wind was starting to whip up too, and she knew that by the time she got home, she'd be soaked and frozen to the bone, but if she took the short cut through Gallagher's Factory, she'd knock off at least ten minutes of the walk. She'd often gone that way as a teenager, not wanting to be later home than necessary, and knew that the fence was easy to climb if she went to the bottom of the alley and used the big bins to climb up on. At the other end, she'd be able to crawl underneath the gates.

She looked down at her flimsy dress, the light fabric flapping around her slender thighs and decided it was worth the risk. If she was caught, the worse thing that could happen would be that the security guard would call the police. So what? She hadn't stolen anything so what would they do her for? Breaking and entering? Maybe. But as a first offence, she doubted she'd receive anything more than a caution.

Five minutes later she was over the fence and crouching in the dark corner behind an outhouse, watching to see whether a guard would appear. No lights came on, no alarms sounded and nobody could be seen. She guessed she hadn't been noticed so keeping low to the ground and well into the shadows, she headed for the far end of the site.

As she rounded the corner where the trucks usually lined up during the day, waiting to load up with the processed foods produced at the plant, she could see the gates. To get to them she'd have to cover at least 50 yards of open area but if she ran, she could be under the gate in seconds and into the alley opposite that led to her street.

By now, the rain was coming down in sheets and she was already soaked. She kicked off her heels, picked them up and made her way quickly across the open plaza. Just as she got to the gate, a huge spotlight came on and a figure appeared from the shadows.

"Just where do you think you're going?" a deep, somewhat gruff voice asked.

Shit! She'd been caught. Where the hell had he been hiding?

"Err... home?" she stuttered.

"I don't think so." A huge had reached out and took hold of her arm. "You're coming with me, young lady."

Stacey had no choice other than to do as she was told. The guard, a muscular six footer wearing a dark uniform strode back across the plaza while Stacey scrambled to keep up with him. He pushed open a door, led her along a corridor and into an office where a female guard sat watching a screen.

"Hi," she said, turning to Stacey. "We've been watching you since you came over the fence." She gestured towards the screen and pushed a few buttons. Rows of pictures appeared on the screen, each of Stacey in different parts of the complex.

Stacey shrugged. There was sod all she could say or do to change the situation.

"You're a cheeky little thing, aren't you?" the male guard said, not so much asking a question as making a statement. "I could have gone out and picked you up when you first came over the fence but we've been enjoying watching you. Did you know that dress is transparent when it's wet?"

Stacey looked down and saw her thighs and the outline of the lace panties she was wearing. It was then she realised that she wasn't wearing a bra and quickly folded her arms across her chest.

"It's a bit late for that now. We've had an eyeful already. And very nice they are, too. I'm guessing a 34C."

"D, actually" Stacey replied. She was proud of the fact that her tits were still high and firm even though they were large.

"I'm going to have to take some details from you," the female guard said, pulling a printed form from a shelf above her and picking up a pen. "What's you name?"

"None of your business." Stacey wasn't about to make things easy for them.

"Don't be silly now. We can either make this easy, or we can make it hard. Either way makes no difference to us but it could make a hell of a difference to you. Non co-operation doesn't go down well with the police, y'know."

"But you're not the police."

"No, but everything that's said in this room is recorded and they'll be given a copy. Now, what's your name?"

"Stacey Matthews."

"Address?"

Stacey gave her address, date of birth and other details that the guard asked for.

"Now, Stacey. What do you plan to do with your future?"

Stacey was coming up to the end of her last year of college and was planning to go to University in the autumn. She wanted to work in radio but as the female guard pointed out, with a conviction for breaking and entering behind her, getting a job wouldn't be quite as easy as she'd hoped.

"Of course," she said, "there is one way round the problem."

"Oh?" Stacey's eyes lit up. "What's that?"

"Well... looking at what's below that wet dress, I think you, me and Ben could have an hour's fun in here and forget everything we ever saw on that camera tonight."

Stacey wasn't sure. A threesome? With two people she'd never met before? But then... it would mean she'd be free to go and the police wouldn't be involved. She made a quick decision.

"Ok. Let's go for it."

"Take your clothes off then. You can hang them over the radiator while we're having our fun and with a bit of luck they're at least be comfortable to put on when you leave, if not exactly dry."

Stacey thought about that word 'comfortable'. If only she felt comfortable stripping off in front of total strangers but she didn't. This wasn't her scene at all. And yet... she hated to admit it but there was definitely something stirring inside her.

Lydia, as the female guard had introduced herself, and Ben watched as she peeled the wet fabric away from her body and over her head, revealing a firm young body. Her tits stood firm and proud and were topped by two rock hard, pink nipples. Her dark pubes were visible through her white lace panties and the tight crotch showed the crease of pussy.

"Very nice," Lydia said, stepping forward. "Let's just take these off, shall we?" She tugged at Stacey's panties and slid them down over her long, slim legs, parting her thighs as with one hand. "And this is even better" she said, running a finger along her damp slit, opening it enough to expose her erect clit to the cool air.

Stacey shuddered. She shouldn't be enjoying this but she was. Lydia led her to a chair and parted her thighs wide, exposing her pretty pink pussy.

"Ben, come here and lick her clit," Lydia ordered. "Suck it until she cums."

Ben was obviously used to doing as he was told and was down on his knees in seconds, his head buried between Stacey's legs. Lydia watched intently from her own chair as Ben took Stacey's clit between his lips and sucked it, gently at first and then harder, raking his teeth against it as Stacey writhed with pleasure, pushing her body back into the chair and pushing her pussy into his face. She was far too occupied with her own pleasure to notice that Lydia was rubbing her own pussy through her panties as she watched.

"Get your cock out and fuck her," she said, suddenly. "I want to see you plunge deep into her. Open up that cunt of hers and fuck her like she's never been fucked before."

Stacey could hardly breath, so great was her anticipation as she waited while Ben unzipped his fly and let his trousers and boxers fall to the floor. When she felt his huge hands pull her lips apart, she was so excited that she thought she actually might faint.

Then she could feel it - his hard cock drilling into her, inch after inch after inch. God, it was huge! It felt as though it reached right into her stomach and as he pulled back ready to plunge into her, she bit her lip, believing she wouldn't be able to take it. But she could, and it felt heavenly. Again and again she felt his shaft stretching her cunt as he fucked her harder and harder, bringing her closer to a climax that was building fast and furious inside her.

"Make her cum," Lydia said, "Make her scream for more." And that's exactly what Stacey did. As her orgasm thundered through her body, she screamed and writhed and begged for him to keep fucking her, wanting as much of this huge cock as she could possibly get.

Finally her orgasm subsided and Ben pulled out of her, his cock dripping with a mixture of his spunk and her cum juice. It was then that Stacey noticed Lydia masturbating. She'd pulled her panties aside and was working her clitoris hard so that within seconds she'd burst into her own orgasm, and was whimpering as Ben dropped to his knees and stuck his tongue inside her, licking her juices as they ran from her cunt.

That night, as Stacey lay in her bed, she decided that taking the short cut home had been the best thing she'd done for a long time. Sure, she'd cut her arm when she'd gone over the fence but what was that compared with being fucked by the most gorgeous guard imaginable? And being watched by Lydia just made it all the more fun.

Contributed by: Susie 27/08/2006

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