The consequences of not picking up your girlfriend on time

That day, we agreed I'd pick her up after work. Unfortunately, something came up and I was late. I called her workplace to say I'd be a little late. But no one answered the phone; at least the security guard would answer after hours. I called her cell phone, and this time it went through. "
I'm taking a shower!
I have something to do, it'll be about an hour before I get there!" "
An hour? That's so long! Can you hurry up?" "
I can't help it, I'll try." "Try to take your time showering, maybe masturbate a bit."
"Ugh, don't worry about being heard, hurry up!"
"Okay, I'll pamper you then."
I hung up, finished my work, and rushed there. Just as I was about to arrive, my girlfriend called. "
Why aren't you here yet? I'm already out, pick me up at the XX intersection."
When I picked her up, her eyes were red, like she'd just been crying. I asked her what happened, but she wouldn't say. Later, after I pressed her, she said she'd made a mistake at work and been scolded by her boss. She said she wanted me to comfort her. How to comfort her? Following her suggestion, we went to the nearest hotel and booked a room.
Later, my girlfriend told me what happened that day. Based on her retelling and my imagination, I pieced together what happened.
After we finished our phone call, my girlfriend felt the urge to urinate, so she went to the toilet in the changing room. After urinating, she pushed open the door and screamed in fright. There was a man standing in the changing room, peering in. "
Get out of here, or I'll scream!" My girlfriend blushed, covering her nipples with her left arm (her breasts were too big to cover completely) and her genitals with her right hand. "Go ahead and
scream, everyone's off work, no one can hear you." The security guard leered. "
Get out of here, you pervert, my boyfriend will be here soon."
"Don't lie to me, I heard everything, he won't be here for another hour." "I haven't finished watching yet, you continue."
My girlfriend rushed to grab the bag containing her clothes, but the security guard was faster, snatching the bag from her hand. "
I'm going to tell the manager to fire you!"
"Since I'm going to fire you anyway, I'll rape you right now." The security guard approached my girlfriend.
The girlfriend, terrified, backed away: "No, no, I won't say anything, please, I promise!"
"Okay, you keep washing, I'll just look, I'll leave when you're done."
"No, you've already seen everything, please, give me back my clothes!" The girlfriend was almost crying. "Will
you agree or not? Or I'll take my clothes to the office."
The girlfriend cried, resigned, and went back to the bathroom, turning her back to the door to start washing. She hurriedly applied shower gel, wanting to finish quickly.
She turned around. "What are you afraid of?" At the security guard's command, the girlfriend had no choice but to face him, displaying her beautiful body completely naked.
While washing her lower body, the girlfriend squatted down. "Stand up, bend over to wash." The girlfriend had no choice but to comply, so that her breasts could sway for the security guard to see. The security guard then told the girlfriend to turn around and bend over, wanting to see her genitals. The girlfriend refused.
"Okay, that's enough for today." The security guard turned to leave. "
Where are my clothes? Give them back!" the girlfriend asked, squatting in the corner. "
In the men's bathroom, go get them yourself." After saying that, the security guard left on his own.
"Damn it, thankfully it's right next door, and it's dark, no one should have seen us," the girlfriend thought to herself, cursing inwardly while trying to reassure herself.
She covered her private parts, opened the door, checked that no one was there, and rushed into the men's bathroom. The light was on, and the bag of clothes was on the bench. The girlfriend felt a little relieved and hurriedly went to open the bag. But she couldn't find her bra and panties. "
What are you looking for?"
The girlfriend was startled and turned around sharply—it was disgusting. There was the security guard, stripped down to only his shorts, holding her underwear in his hand.
"Give it back!" the girlfriend cried, lunging at him to grab it. The security guard, a big, burly man, didn't care about her at all. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. The girlfriend struggled to break free, while the security guard took the opportunity to enjoy a breast massage from her. Finally escaping, the security guard threw the underwear on the ground some distance away, and the girlfriend hurriedly went to pick it up. Unexpectedly, the security guard grabbed her buttocks as she bent over. She sprang up, grabbing her underwear and trying to pull it up to her feet. Just as she lifted her leg, the guard grabbed that leg and lifted it up. She stood on one leg, and the guard hugged her from behind, his other hand already touching her labia. (You should know that she was clitorally sensitive; touching her vulva would cause her to become wet, and with time, she would orgasm. Fortunately, the guard didn't know this.) After a few touches, she screamed for help, desperately trying to cover her lower body. The guard then pulled down the underwear hanging on her feet and stuffed it into her mouth.
She was forced to kneel on the bench next to the changing room, face down. Her hands were tied behind her back and bound by the guard's bra. She felt the penis that had been pressing against her buttocks through her clothes now penetrate the fabric and directly touch her labia. She prayed for a miracle, praying that I would appear and save her. But as that hot, hard penis slowly squeezed into her vagina, the girlfriend knew her hope was shattered, that her last sanctuary had been conquered.
The security guard began thrusting. With each forward thrust, his large belly slammed heavily against her buttocks, making a slapping sound; with each insertion, his thick pubic hair pricked her anus and labia; with each thrust, her nipples brushed against the rough surface of the bench.
The security guard stopped thrusting, and the girlfriend, thinking it was over, struggled to get up. The thing that had just been inside her was now dangling before her eyes. It was a short, thick penis, getting closer and closer. The security guard sat on the bench and pulled his girlfriend to straddle his lap. The girlfriend stood barefoot on the damp ground; her bare thighs sat on his hairy lap; her naked vulva pressed against his hard penis. The security guard's hand groped between her labia, and his penis, guided by his fingers, plunged into her vagina. The security guard tightly gripped and squeezed his girlfriend's breasts, shaping them into various forms.
She cried, hoping the humiliation would end quickly. But the guard pulled at her breasts, forcing her body to move up and down, manipulating his large penis. After what seemed like an eternity, the guard made her stand up, dragged her into the bathroom, and forced her to turn on the faucet. Under the running water, he made her stand with one foot on the ground and the other on the pipe on the wall, continuing to penetrate her while she stood… Soon after, the guard untied her bra, made her hold onto the wall with her hands, and thrust into her from behind, supporting her buttocks. While penetrating her, he kneaded her sagging breasts, saying, "Such big breasts, I wanted to touch them after seeing them last time. They feel so good to squeeze. Do you get touched often?"
(A side note: The security guard mentioned seeing my girlfriend's breasts. My girlfriend and I discussed this, and it's possible he'd spied on her while she showered several times before. This is just speculation. However, one time, my girlfriend was wearing a business suit with a V-neck. Underneath, she was wearing a bra. I knew immediately she'd be exposed, and sure enough, as soon as she bent over slightly, her bra was visible. My girlfriend, with a 34C bust, always wears a demi-cup bra, so this revealed half of her white breast. My girlfriend later recalled that the security guard kept coming by and chatting idly. Turns out he was eating ice cream.)
After countless thrusts, my girlfriend's legs went weak, and she slowly slid down. The security guard then made her kneel on the ground, being raped like a bitch. His thrusts became faster and more intense. My girlfriend screamed inwardly: "Please don't ejaculate inside! I'll get pregnant!" But she still felt a hot liquid spray deep inside her vagina. Her breasts felt like they were about to burst.
My girlfriend collapsed to the ground, the semen inside her vagina slowly flowing down her thighs. The security guard picked up the girlfriend's bra, said "keep it as a souvenir," and walked away.
The girlfriend slowly got up, took out her underwear from her mouth—it was soaking wet and unwearable. She carefully washed away the mess left by the security guard. Then she got dressed and came to see me.

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