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Catarina’s social interactions on campus were frustratingly limited this semester. In both of her courses, none of her classmates seemed interested in forming connections. It was sort of surprising considering the number of unwanted interactions she had to deal with during the spring and fall semesters. But apparently, in the summer, everybody was playing a different game: get in, get out, and enjoy the rest of the day.

The one friend she had made wasn’t actually a student. It was one of the security guards, Jordan, who was an older man in his fifties. He was very upbeat and friendly, sometimes bordering on flirty. The two spent several nights together, talking when Jordan cleared out the student union center. And, even though he was quite a few years older than Catarina, they were all the time able to discover something to discuss, which Catarina suspected was one of the things that drew her to him.

Sitting in the yearbook room, Catarina checked the time on her laptop. It was 9:00pm. Beyond the glass entryway, there was no sign of Jordan. But she knew he wouldn’t be long. She placed her laptop next to her backpack, then hopped to her feet. Her denim shorts fell to the floor, and she pulled off her bra and top. Despite being in the room by herself, she still felt the need to toss her clothes apart in a showy manner.

She then got into place on her favorite chair. It was a casual, modern-looking piece that sat low to the ground. Its arms were long and flat, similar to a sleek couch. Catarina was able to crawl onto it and assume a position on her hands and knees so that her butt faced the door.

As she waited, she thought if there was a chance that someone else would come by. The yearbook room was tucked back in a corner on the second floor. At this point in the night, nobody was really wandering around the halls. The stragglers, if anywhere, would likely be at the gym on the first floor. But there were no guarantees. The simple fact was that wearing only a thong in a campus building was a risk. And for Catarina, it was a risk she had never taken before. With it came a nervousness that caused her mind to race, thinking of all the feasible scenarios that could play out if someone came in.

Suddenly, her thoughts were jolted by the swipe of a key card. *Click!* The door opened. A draft swept between her legs. Her heart pounded as she heard the jangling of keys. Footsteps clomped behind her. She turned around just as Jordan’s eyes found her body.

“Oh shit! What the *fuck*?!” Jordan said.

Catarina stared back, looking like a deer in headlights. She had been expecting Jordan, but gotten lost in wondered. Her brain wasn’t able to form a response. Instead, she took deep breaths, trying to calm herself.

But Jordan needed more than heavy breaths to make sense of what he was looking at. “Cat, what the fuck are you doin’ right now?” he asked.

It took some time, but Catalina was able to collect herself and form a reply. “Well, I was studying,” she said, sounding very certain. “But that got a little… boring. And I thought… maybe I could help you close down?” She smiled, showing her braces.

*Ohhh,* Jordan wondered to himself. He ran a hand over his mouth and down his curly beard. “You wanna help me close *down*.” Now, he had a better idea of where things were heading.

Relieved to see that it seemed like they were on the same page, Catarina pinched her tongue between her teeth and grinned back at Jordan. “Mhmmm.”

“Really?” Jordan walked over to where Catarina was propped up on all fours. “You sure about that?”

“Mhmmm. I’m sure.”

Jordan placed his hands on either side of Catarina’s waist and took the sight in. It wasn’t everyday that a gorgeous girl unexpectedly presented her naked body to him. In fact, that had never happened to him before. And he wanted to make sure that it was for real. “So, you’re sayin’, this is all for me?” He gave Catarina’s ass a slap, which caused her to giggle.

“That’s right.” She nodded. “You’re not going to kick me out. Are you, *Jordan*?”

“Fuck no!” he said, sounding appalled by the idea. His hands circled around both sides of Catalina’s butt. He took a firm grip, driving his nails into her cushy skin.

The strength of his hold made Catarina whimper. “Mmmph.” She watched as his hands dug in.

Having her soft skin in his hands, felt like a dream come true. It erected powerful feelings within Jordan, making him feel like he had to have more. He slapped both sides of Catarina’s ass at the same time. “God *damn*. Look at this shit. Lemme see you shake it.”

Gladly, Catarina obeyed. It was fascinating for her to hear the change of tone in Jordan’s voice. It was a different side of him than she wasn’t used to seeing. Yes, she was accustomed to receiving playful comments from him, but what she was hearing now was more like a suppressed hunger that was in the process of revealing itself. And it made her happy to entertain his desires.

“That’s a good *girl*.” Jordan brought his face down and began kissing the back of Catarina’s thigh. The hairs of his beard bristled against her as his lips worked up her butt. Both of his hands held onto her sides, and he lapped his tongue like a hungry animal, taking in the taste of her soft skin.

Using his teeth, he took hold of Catarina’s thong. He pulled it halfway down her thighs. Then he let go, stood up, and unbuckled his belt. His pants dropped to the floor, bringing his phone, keys, and flashlight along for the ride. There was a crash as the objects hit the floor, but there was no time for him to check if anything had broken. He grabbed his erect cock and slapped it against Catarina’s ass to make sure he was ready.

The warm slapping on her butt made Catarina feel fidgety. “Mmm.” She could hardly wait. The anticipatory tension inside her needed to get out, and it seemed that the only plausible way she could release it was by shimmying her ass.

Apparently entertained by the gesture, Jordan grinned. “Hold still now. We’re gonna see how much you can handle,” he said, bringing Catarina’s shaking to a halt. He held his shaft, guiding it in. He eased forward, and his hands moved to Catarina’s waist so that he had something to grip.

The descent of Jordan’s cock came packaged with a slow, stretching feeling that refused to plateau when Catarina expected. The further his cock slid into her, the more she felt like a pressurized bottle that needed some kind of outlet. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed as her head was ripped back.

Jordan clenched Catarina’s hair, reeling her in. He shifted himself forward, making a sizeable advance toward her gut.

But for Catarina, the swelling sensations were starting to veer into painful territory. She threw her hand back, waving him off. “Too much! Too much!”

Jordan respected her wishes and pulled himself out.

Catarina took a few heavy breaths, then spoke. “There’s lube in the bag.” She panted, pointing at the table where her was sitting. “Front pouch.”

Jordan walked over, unzipped the bag, and pulled out the bottle. “You been planning this, Cat?” he asked.

The question made Catarina’s face burn. It raised an problem that she didn’t want to address. “I don’t knowww… maybeee.”

“Mhm, sure,” Jordan replied, checking the door as he made his way back around to Catarina. Beyond the glass, the hallway was empty. But he only looked for a few moments before turning his attention back to the matter at hand. He placed himself behind Catarina and dripped lubricant onto his cock. He spread it around with his hand, fully layering his skin. The bottle clicked shut, and he dropped it to the floor. “You ready?” he asked, checking in with Catarina.

“Mhm, just take it slow at—mmmph!” Catarina felt his slippery cock spread her lips. It pressed into her, expanding her opening. “Oh my god!” she cried out. It kept going, sinking deeper. The fit was extremely tight, leaving little, if any, room for her insides to breathe. “Fuck!”

As his cock settled into the depths of Catarina’s pussy, Jordan let out a pleasurable groan. He rocked his body back, gliding out of her. He brought himself to the point of almost spilling out. Then, he slid forward, powering into Catarina’s pussy. The pattern was repeated over an over. During which time, both of their moans echoed across the room.

Then, Jordan’s hand reaffirmed its grip on Catarina’s hair. “You ready to take it a little faster?” he asked.

“Mmm,” Catarina whined, not fully sure if she was ready. But her words refused to produce the same sentiment. “Yes, daddy,” she replied.

“Atta girl,” Jordan said, sounding very pleased. He reeled Catarina’s head back while shoving his cock forward in the same instant.

The internal stab electrocuted Catarina’s body. “Fuckkk!”

“That’s right. Daddy’s gonna take good fuckin’ care of you.” Jordan’s hips swayed, steadily increasing in pace.

With each thrust forward, Catarina could feel herself getting thrown around. She glided against Jordan, matching his accelerated pace. Blood pumped through her veins. Her mind was muddled by the enormity of what she was experiencing. Pinching pain ran across the back of her scalp as it was restrained and used for leverage. She attempted to rotate her head to see if anyone was watching at the door, but Jordan maintained a strict grip, refusing to allow it.

“The fuck you think you’re doin?” Jordan slammed his body against Catarina’s.

“Mmmph! Nothing, daddy. I’m sorryyy!”

Jordan’s reply came in the form of focused groans. He railed Catarina with more force as his cock shot deeper into her stomach. Sensations of pleasure whirled around him from inside of her pussy.

Catarina’s vision bounced to the back of her head as Jordan continued pummeling. “Oh myyy goddd,” she moaned in a mentally deficient state. “Fuckkk… it feels sooo goooood!” she said as her ass tossed around, clapping against Jordan’s hips.

“Get ready to turn over,” Jordan said, bringing down a series of scathing slaps on Catarina’s butt.

“Ow! Ow! Yesss, daddyyy!”

Jordan’s hold on Catalina’s hair dropped. Both of his hands took a place at her side. He motioned for her to turn over.

Catarina turned herself around and sat down in the chair.

“No, get on the fuckin’ ground,” Jordan said.

A dumb whimper hummed from Catarina’s lips as she obeyed. Her mouth opened. Her tongue waited.

“That’s a good girl. Stroke that shit for me.”

Catarina lined up her hands, one beneath the other. Together, they stroked up and down, serving Jordan’s sloppy cock. Lubricant and juices covered his shaft, some of which fell onto her bare chest. Prominent veins bulged from his dick. She could see that his willpower was being chased away by the churning of her fingers.

She watched his face as his eyes closed and his mouth sealed. His head fell back. He began breathing through his nose. Every stroke that Catarina executed caused the flaring of his nostrils to increase. His upper body heaved. Then, his lower body shook. “Oh shittt!” he opened his mouth, letting out a euphoric groan. “Keep going. Just like that. FUCK, FUCK, FUCKKK!”

Cum ejected from his tip, planting itself on Catarina’s face. She kept her mouth open as pools of Jordan’s juices landed on her nose, forehead, chin, and braces. “OH MY GODDD.” His voice strained as another set of ropes jumped onto Catarina’s face, forcing her eyes to shut. “Fuckkk,” he groaned.

Catarina corkscrewed her hands as she listened to Jordan’s cooling whimpers. She wanted to make sure to finish the job by pulling every single drop from him.

The moaning in the room subsided until Jordan was stuck breathing in recovery mode.

With her eyes closed, Catarina waited for Jordan to catch his breath.

“God damn.” He looked down with a big smile. “Stand up for me, babygirl.”

Just as he commanded, Catarina obeyed. But, she kept one of her hands on the edge of his cock, caressing his sensitive skin and feeling his body jolt under her fingertips.

Jordan ran his fingers over Catarina’s face, using his thumb to remove some of the mess that he’d made. The appreciation he felt for her was indescribable, but he did his best to voice it. “Damn. You are such a good girl,” he said, taking a moment to enjoy the sight. “Let’s clean you up before we close this place down. Whaddya say?”

NSFW: yes

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