Night Watch

2:07 AM, another dead Sunday night shift bleeding into Monday morning oblivion. Just me, working dispatch, my headset leaving a permanent dent in my hair, and him, Tony, the guard, supposedly patrolling the empty halls but mostly just parked at my desk, killing time like it personally offended him. The silence in the security office wasn't just quiet; it was thick, stagnant, reeking of stale coffee and boredom, broken only by the low hum of the monitors and the endless, mindless clicking of our scrolling.

We were trading the usual brain-rot from Reddit, IG, whatever digital sewer pipe offered a momentary distraction. Tony leaned in, his cologne mixing with the stale coffee smell, shoving his phone practically in my face, showing me another random meme. As my eyes tried to focus, a thumbnail further down his feed snagged my attention -- fucking unmistakably explicit. A bark of surprised laughter ripped out of me, way too loud in the dead quiet.

"Jesus Christ, Tony, how far down that Reddit hole do you go? Seriously, how many porn subs are you following?" I snorted, shaking my head.

Not a hint of a blush on Tony. He just grinned, that low rumble in his chest starting up as he counted them off on his thick fingers.

"Uh, let's see... r/gonewild, r/ass, r/tittydrop, r/realasians, r/realjilling..." He listed a few more, some niche, nasty shit I hadn't even heard of.

A couple actually sounded kinda hot, if I was being honest with myself.

"Hang on," I said, pointing. "Show me that one again."

r/sex_captions. Curiosity, maybe. Or maybe just the soul-crushing late-night boredom finally cracking something loose inside me. We ended up crammed together, shoulders bumping, hunched over Tony's glowing screen like fucking goblins, scrolling through an endless parade of strangers fucking, sucking, getting filled, showing off every inch, each clip paired with some sleazy caption giving it a pathetic little story. The air in the tiny office suddenly felt thick and sticky, charged with something other than boredom.

After maybe twenty minutes of this shared digital filth, Tony abruptly pulled the phone back, shifting hard in his seat.

"Fuck," he groaned, the sound guttural. "Gotta hit the head. Like, now."

A smirk twisted my lips. "Oh yeah? Gonna go beat off to all that?"

Tony met my gaze, dead fucking serious, his eyes dark. "Fuck yeah, I am," he shot back, his voice rough. "Got me hard as a goddamn rock. Can't believe it's doing fuck-all for you."

"Who said it's doing nothing?" I retorted, maybe a little too fast, a little too sharp.

Tony's eyes narrowed, locking onto mine like a predator sizing up prey. "You horny right now, Mariah?"

The question hung there, heavy and raw. Fuck it.

"Yeah," I admitted, trying for casual but failing miserably. "But I can wait till I get home."

"Nah, I need to bust, like, right fucking now," Tony groaned again, the visible bulge straining against his uniform pants. "Fuck, I'm aching."

"Have fun," I quipped, leaning back in my chair, trying to reclaim some distance. "Maybe I'll just take care of myself right here at the desk while you're gone."

The words were out before I could stop them, half-joking, half-testing the suddenly dangerous air between us.

Tony's head snapped up, eyes wide for a second. "You serious?"

"No," I laughed, a nervous tremor underneath. "Just saying, it's not fair you get relief and I'm stuck here stewing."

The way Tony looked at me then... it wasn't just interested. It was hungry. Primal.

"Tell me straight," he rasped, voice dropping lower, rougher. "Are you wet right now? Soaked?"

I didn't even think, just gave a tiny, almost involuntary shrug, a silent, shameful confession. "Yeah."

"Fuck," Tony breathed out, a low hiss. "That's so fucking hot."

His eyes flicked down my body, lingering on my lap, then snapped back to my face.

"Just knowing you're sitting there, Mariah, soaked through your panties... fuck, makes this even harder."

He shifted again, his hand going right to his crotch, grabbing the thick ridge of his cock through the coarse fabric of his uniform pants. At first, I thought he was just adjusting, but then he squeezed, a deliberate, possessive motion. Fuck. Without meaning to, my own body responded, pressing down into the worn vinyl of the chair, a slow, involuntary grind starting between my legs.

Tony saw it. Of course, he fucking saw it.

"Feels good, huh?" he smirked, his eyes locked on my hips. "Grinding that wet pussy?"

Caught. Heat rushed to my face, burning my cheeks, but I didn't stop. Couldn't stop.

"Yeah," I admitted, my voice a little breathy, the heat crawling up my neck but not stopping the slow, deliberate pressure. "It fucking does."

Tony's own hand started moving then, a slow, deliberate friction, rubbing the obvious length of him through the heavy material. His eyes never left mine, dark and intense.

A low groan escaped him. "Mmmph..."

"Fuck," he groaned again, louder this time. "Watching you grind yourself on that chair... fuck, Mariah... so fucking hot."

He kept stroking, squeezing, the friction rough and audible through the fabric. My breathing hitched, turning shallow, ragged, almost panting. The air crackled, thick with unspoken permission, with shared, escalating need. Tony let out another low groan, deeper this time, his eyes rolling back slightly.

"God, I'm so fucking hard it aches," he rasped, his knuckles white where they gripped himself. "Need to... fuck, I gotta pull it out. Gotta feel my hand on it."

I just stared, mute, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Tony hesitated, eyes locked on mine, searching for a 'no', a 'stop', any sign of resistance. When I said nothing, just watched, mesmerized, my breath catching in my throat, his hand went to his zipper. The rasp of the metal teeth was deafening in the quiet room. Then it was out. Jesus. Thick, impossibly hard, slick with precum glistening under the shitty fluorescent tubes. It seemed huge, engorged, veins standing out like cords, the head dark purple and slick. Tony held it for a pregnant second, looking at me, waiting again. Still nothing from me but wide eyes and shallow breaths.

Slowly, deliberately, Tony's fist wrapped around the thick base, slick skin sliding under his grip as he started to stroke. Up. Down.

"Ahhh... fuck." His knuckles brushed against the open fly of his pants.

I couldn't look away. My own need clawed at me, sharp and demanding. I leaned back further, fumbling with the button on my own jeans. The denim popped open with a small sound. My own hand fumbled, then slid inside the waistband, pressing hard against the soaked cotton of my panties. Fucking drenched. I could feel the slick heat right through the thin fabric. I rubbed, circling my clit through the material, letting out a shaky, desperate breath. It wasn't enough. Not nearly fucking enough. My fingers hooked under the wet elastic, finding slick, swollen skin, finding that hard little nub.

"Oh fuck." A soft moan escaped my lips, involuntary. "Mmm... oh."

"Fuck, yes," Tony grasped, his own stroking picking up speed, his cock slapping softly against his thigh. "Hearing you moan like that... fuck, Mariah, it's hot. Touch yourself for me."

"You too," I whispered, my voice shaky, breathless. "Hearing you... that fucking groan... god. Stroking that big cock..."

"Love hearing those wet little sounds," Tony muttered, his eyes glazed over, lost in the rhythm of his hand. "Love knowing I'm making you soak yourself like this, Mariah. Knowing you're touching that wet cunt for me."

"Your cock..." I gasped out, the words tumbling over each other, "It's... fuck, it's so fucking big. Looks so good... oh, fuck..."

My fingers worked faster, slicker now.

"You're sexy as hell, sitting there touching yourself," Tony grunted, his breath coming faster now. "So fucking glad we're doing this."

"Feels so good," I gasped, arching slightly in the chair, pushing against my own fingers. "Watching you stroke that thick cock... oh god..."

Tony hesitated for just a beat, then asked, his voice thick with lust, strained.

"Can I... fuck... can I see your tits?" He rushed to add, "You don't gotta... but fuck, seeing them while you do that... while I stroke this..."

My hand stilled for a fraction of a second. Fuck it. We were already here, weren't we? Way past the point of no return. I kept rubbing my clit frantically with one hand, the other fumbling clumsily with the buttons on my uniform shirt, then reaching behind for my bra clasp. It snagged.

"Shit," I muttered, frustrated, using both hands for a second to yank my shirt and bra up together, baring my chest to the cool office air.

Tony's breath hitched audibly.

"Holy fuck." His eyes widened, pupils blown as he stared at my big 38DD tits. "They're perfect. Bigger than I imagined... fuck, love those hard pink nipples. Let me see you touch them, Mariah."

"Thanks," I breathed, the word barely audible, my cheeks flushing again.

My own hand went up, squeezing a breast hard, rolling the already pebble-hard nipple between my thumb and finger, pinching until a sharp thrill shot down to my cunt.

"Ah!"

Giving him a little show. A raw, shameless thrill shot through me. I let go with another moan, my other hand diving back down, fingers digging into my soaked cunt, rubbing that throbbing clit like my life depended on it. One hand torturing my nipple, pinching, pulling. The other frantic between my legs. It felt incredible, building fast, too fast. But my jeans were digging into my hips, restricting the movement, holding me back.

"Fuck," I gasped out, needing more access, needing to move.

I tried pulling them down further, but they were too tight sitting down. Fuck it all. I lurched to my feet, legs shaky, fumbling with the button again before shoving my jeans down past my hips, past my knees, letting them pool around my ankles like shackles. Then, I braced my hands flat on the cool laminate of the desk, and bent right the fuck over, offering Tony the whole show -- my ass high in the air, panties plastered to me, soaked dark and clinging to my folds. I jammed two fingers deep inside my slick, throbbing pussy, the wet, squelching sounds echoing faintly in the room, staring right back at Tony over my shoulder as he worked his cock, his pace frantic now, matching mine.

"Oh, fuck yes... like that..."

"Oh god, fuck, I'm gonna cum," I choked out, my hips starting to buck against my own desperate fingers. "Tony... fuck..."

"Cum for me, Mariah," Tony commanded, his voice a low growl, his own cock slick and pumping furiously in his fist. "Show me how fucking wet you get. Fuck, this is so hot... watching you fuck your fingers... gonna make me blow my load right here. Ah, fuck!"

"Cumming! Oh fuck, fuck, it feels so good!" I cried out, way too loud, the sound swallowed by the dead office air. "Fuck, can't believe I'm cumming right here at my fucking desk... Oh, Tony!"

"Fucking love it," Tony groaned, his whole body rigid, his knuckles white where he gripped his shaft. "Fuck, you're making me... gonna... Ahhhhh!"

His cock gave a violent pulse, then another, and thick ropes of white-hot cum shot out, splattering onto the shitty, worn linoleum between us. So much fucking cum. It kept pulsing out in thick, sticky globs, painting the floor. I didn't stop, kept fucking my own fingers hard, riding the bucking waves of my orgasm, gasping and moaning oh God like a prayer.

"Tony! Fuck! Yes!"

Even after the main jolts subsided, the raw, horny ache was still there, throbbing deep inside my cunt. I kept rubbing, slower now, but still needing more, still chasing that peak. Tony was still hard, leaning back in the chair now, his breath coming in harsh pants, still slowly stroking his glistening, cum-smeared cock, though not quite as rigid as before. Cum dripped from the swollen head onto his pants leg.

"Need more," I moaned, voice ragged, still bent over, fingers still slick and moving inside me. "Not... not done... Fuck, this is so fucking hot. Still so wet..."

Tony kept stroking, watching me, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded. A low groan rumbled in his chest.

"So fucking sexy," he groaned, his eyes half-lidded but fixed on my exposed cunt. "Bent over like that, showing me everything... fuck, Mariah... your wet pussy..."

He was dripping cum everywhere. My two fingers moved faster inside my pussy, slick sounds echoing faintly. Another orgasm was clawing its way up, sharp and demanding, making my cunt clench.

"Mmm... yes... Feels so good," I whimpered, looking back at Tony over my shoulder, meeting his intense gaze. "So close again..."

"Don't fucking stop," Tony urged, his voice thick again. "Want you to cum again. Let go, baby, cum hard for me right now. Show me how much you like it."

I let out a strangled grunt, my back arching violently. "Oh fuck! Fuck, I'm cumming again! Harder! Ahhh!"

"Yes! Fuck, yes! Love how much you fucking cum," Tony gasped out, his own stroking frantic again. He hesitated, then, "Can I... fuck... can I see?" he asked, his voice strained, almost pleading. "From behind? Wanna watch you cum up close."

I just moaned in response, unable to form words, lost in the building pressure. Tony took my choked moan as a yes, pushing himself up and slowly, deliberately, walking around the desk until he was standing right behind me.

"Fuck," he breathed, the sound hot near my ear. "You look so fucking good like this... your bare ass up in the air..."

He groaned again as he got a ringside view of my slick, swollen folds, my fingers plunging in and out of my wet cunt.

"So fucking tight... glistening wet... fuck, I can almost smell you. Smell how wet you are for me."

I risked a glance over my shoulder. Tony was right there, stroking his cock hard again, biting his lower lip raw, eyes absolutely devouring me. His cock looked even thicker up close, slick with his own cum.

"Can't believe we're doing this," I panted, the words barely coherent, my fingers digging deeper. "Oh..."

"Don't stop," Tony repeated, his voice a low command. "God, I wanna just bury my cock deep inside you right now... fuck you so fucking bad against this desk. Feel how tight you are..."

"Want you to," I sobbed, the words ripped out of me against my will, shocking myself. "Want you to fuck me... fuck me, Tony... but we can't... my husband... Fuck, we've gone way too fucking far already..."

Tony kept stroking, faster, harder, his knuckles white on his cock. "Fuck... gonna cum again," he choked out, his breath hot on my neck. "Watching you... feeling you..."

"Me too!" I screamed, feeling the peak rip through me, unbearable this time. "Oh fuck, Tony, yes!"

"Wanna cum all over that sexy fucking ass," Tony growled, his hips starting to jerk against my backside. "Wanna cover you."

"Do it!" I begged, desperate, needing the release, needing his release. "Fucking cum on me! Please! Cum on my ass, Tony!"

Tony let out a raw, guttural sound and exploded again, hot, thick jets splashing against the curve of my ass cheek, the heat shocking against my skin.

"Mariah! Fuck!"

The hot splash triggered my own release, another wave crashing over me, harder, deeper this time, making my whole body convulse uncontrollably. We both cried out, lost in the raw noise and sensation, him pumping the last of his load onto my skin, me bucking helplessly against my fingers until the last wave finally, finally receded.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!"

We both kept moving for a few more seconds, milking the last dregs of shuddering pleasure until we were both utterly fucking spent.

I finally collapsed forward, forehead pressed against the cool, slightly sticky surface of the desk, my chest heaving like I'd run a marathon. Tony stumbled back, almost tripping over my discarded jeans, and fell heavily into my vacated chair, head thrown back against the headrest, gasping like a landed fish. We just stayed like that for a long minute, the only sounds our ragged, wet breathing, the faint ticking of the clock, and the low, indifferent hum of the building around us.

"Fuck," Tony finally managed, his voice still rough, scraping. "Thank you."

"Thank you," I echoed, my voice muffled by the desk. Lifting my head felt like moving lead. My legs were jelly. "Shit. We need to... clean this fucking mess up."

"Yeah," Tony agreed, looking down at the cooling puddle on the floor, the streaks on his pants, the smear on my ass. "Fuck. Me too."

We didn't look at each other. Not once. Just awkwardly gathered ourselves, pulling clothes back on over still-sensitive skin, the silence thick with what we'd just done. We headed to separate restrooms, armed with fistfuls of rough paper towels. When we came back, the air was still charged, but different. Awkward as fuck, yeah, but underneath... that shared, dirty thrill. That secret.

The faint smell of bleach hung heavy in the air, mingling with the ever present stale coffee. We finished cleaning up in silence, the sounds of our movements echoing too loudly in the small space. Just as Tony tossed the last wad of paper towels in the bin, and I sprayed the room with air freshener, the tell-tale click of the main door lock signaled the arrival of the morning shift. We froze for a second, then automatically straightened our uniforms, smoothed our hair.

We spoke no more of it that day, the presence of others forcing a return to the mundane, the unspoken hanging thick and heavy between us.