A good place in the workplace

When my girlfriend first started working in S city, the company had a shower room for employees. To save money, she often
showered at the company before going home. After work, the showers were crowded because everyone was rushing to catch the shuttle bus. Luckily,
my girlfriend lived close to her workplace and didn't need to take the shuttle bus, so she would wait until it left before showering.

That day, we agreed I would pick her up after work. Unfortunately, something came up and I was late. I called her workplace to say I would be
a little late. No one answered the phone; at least the security guard would answer after work. I called her cell phone, and this time it went through.

"I'm showering!"

"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 shower slowly, maybe masturbate a bit."

"Ugh, don't worry about being heard! Hurry up!"

"Okay, I'll take care of you then."

I hung up and, after finishing my work, rushed over. 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."

After picking up my girlfriend, her eyes were red, as if she had just been crying. I asked her what happened, but she wouldn't say.
Later, after I pressed her, she said she made a mistake at work and was scolded by her boss. She said she wanted me to comfort her. How to comfort her?
Following her suggestion, we went to a nearby hotel room.

Later, my girlfriend told me what happened that day. Based on my girlfriend's retelling and my imagination, I pieced
together what happened.

After my girlfriend finished talking to me on the phone, she felt the urge to urinate, so she went to the toilet in the changing room. After urinating, my girlfriend pushed open
the door and screamed in fright. There was a man standing in the changing room, peeking out.

"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's coming right now!"

"Don't lie to me, I heard everything. He won't be here for another hour. I haven't finished looking yet, you can continue."

The girlfriend rushed over to grab the bag containing the clothes, but the security guard was faster, snatching the bag away.

"I'm going to tell the manager you're fired!"

"Since you're going to be fired anyway, I'll rape you right now." The security guard approached the girlfriend.

The girlfriend was terrified and kept backing away: "No, no, I won't say anything, please, I promise!"

"Okay, you can continue 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 the clothes to the office."

The girlfriend cried, and helplessly returned to the bathroom, turning her back to the bathroom door, and started washing. She hurriedly applied
shower gel, hoping to finish quickly.

"Turn around. What are you afraid of?" At the security guard's command, the girlfriend had no choice but to face the security guard, displaying her beautiful body naked
in front of him.

While washing her lower body, the girlfriend squatted down. "Stand up, bend over to wash." The girlfriend had no choice but to comply, so her
breasts would sway for the security guard to see. The guard then told her to turn around and bend over, wanting to see her genitals. The girlfriend
refused.

"Fine, that's enough for today." The guard turned to leave.

"Where are my clothes? Give them back to me." The girlfriend asked, squatting in the corner.

"In the men's bathroom, go get them yourself." With that, the guard left.

"Damn it, at least it's next door, and it's dark, no one should see," the girlfriend thought to herself, cursing
inwardly .

She covered her private parts, opened the door, checked that no one was there, and hurriedly rushed to 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 .

"What are you looking for?"

The girlfriend was startled, turned around sharply, and felt disgusted. She saw the security guard stripped down to only his shorts,
holding her underwear in his hand.

"Give them back to me!" the girlfriend cried, lunging at him to grab them. The burly security guard didn't care about her at all. He grabbed
his girlfriend and pulled her into his arms. The girlfriend struggled to break free, while the guard took the opportunity to enjoy a massage of her breasts.
After finally escaping, the guard threw his underwear on the ground some distance away, and the girlfriend hurriedly picked it up. But as she bent over
, the guard grabbed her buttocks, and she sprang up, grabbing the underwear in her hand and trying to put it on her feet. Just as she lifted her leg to put it on,
the guard grabbed that leg with one hand and lifted it up. The girlfriend stood on one leg, and the guard hugged her from behind, his other
hand already touching her labia. (You should know that the girlfriend is clitorally sensitive; touching her vulva will make her wet,
and if it goes on for , she will have an orgasm. Fortunately, the guard didn't know this.) After touching her a few times, the girlfriend screamed for help, desperately
trying to cover her lower body with her hands. The guard then pulled down the underwear hanging on her feet and stuffed it into her mouth.

The girlfriend was forced to kneel down next to the bench in the changing room, face down on the bench. 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 break through
the fabric and touch her labia directly. Her girlfriend prayed for a miracle, prayed that I would appear and save her.
But as that hot, hard penis slowly pushed into her vagina, she 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 prickled her anus and labia; with each
thrust, her nipples brushed against the rough surface of the bench.

The security guard stopped thrusting, and her 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 her to straddle his lap. She 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 his girlfriend's labia , his penis penetrating her vagina under the guidance of his fingers. He gripped her breasts tightly, squeezing them into various shapes.

She cried, hoping the abuse would end quickly. But the guard pulled at her breasts, forcing her body...
His body moved up and down, stroking the thick penis. After what seemed like an eternity, the security guard made his girlfriend stand up, dragged her
into the bathroom, forced her to turn on the faucet, and under the running water, made her stand with one foot on the ground and the other
on the pipe on the wall, continuing to have sex with her while she was standing... Not long after, the security guard untied his girlfriend's bra,
made her hold onto the wall with both hands, sticking her buttocks up, and penetrated her from behind. While he was having sex, he kneaded her sagging
breasts. He even said, "Such big breasts! I wanted to touch them after seeing them last time. They feel so good to squeeze. Do you
get touched often?"

(As an aside, the security guard mentioned seeing my girlfriend's breasts. According to my girlfriend and me, he might have
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 was her bra. I knew immediately that she would be exposed, and sure enough, as soon as she bent over slightly, her bra
was visible. You know, my girlfriend has a 34C bust and always wears a demi-cup bra
. This time, half of her white breast was visible. My girlfriend later recalled that the security guard kept coming over and chatting idly.
Turns out he was eating ice cream.)

I don't know how many times he thrust, but my girlfriend's legs went weak, and she slowly slid down. The security guard simply made my girlfriend kneel on the ground,
being raped by him like a female dog. The security guard's thrusting became faster and faster, and the impact became more and more violent. My girlfriend screamed in her heart,
"Please don't ejaculate inside! I'll get pregnant!" But my girlfriend still felt a hot liquid spray into
the deepest part of her vagina. Her breasts were almost crushed.

My girlfriend collapsed to the ground, semen slowly dripping down her thighs. The security guard picked up her bra,
said "keep it as a souvenir," and left.

My girlfriend slowly got up, took out her underwear from her mouth—it was soaking wet and unwearable. She carefully washed away the filth left by
the security guard . She put on her clothes and came to see me.

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