Security Breach

Security Breach by GeorgeTasker

George McLean had worked at the New City Nuclear Power Station as a security guard for the past nine and a half years. The slightly overweight 47 year old had been a security guard since he'd left high school, but this power station job was by far the best gig he'd had. Unlike the banks, building sites and multi-story corporate offices where he'd worked in the past, guarding the power station could almost be done in his sleep.

George shared the four till midnight twilight shift with Kevin Donaghy, his fellow security guard and best friend of the past three years. Most of the security measures in place at the New City Power Station were automated. Access controlled doors, metal detectors, CCTV, alarm systems, like most things these days, almost everything was computer controlled. All George and Kevin really had to do was keep an eye on the secure doors to the reactor, laboratory and mainframes.

As far as George could figure it, there wasn't a lot inside worth taking anyway, so the chance of trouble was pretty low. About the worst he'd had to deal with in his nine and a half years on the job was a couple of protestors, complaining about some green, save the planet issue. Truth be told, they were more like receptionists than security guards.

"Did you catch the game last night McLean?" Kevin asked his pal between bites of his chocolate coated donut, interrupting George's thoughts.

"Yeah, the Saints fucking suck," George replied, referring to the bottom of the table New City team.

"You got that right McLean," Kevin replied in agreement.

Kevin always referred to George by his surname - - McLean - - because he knew the grey haired security guard got a kick out of it. George shared the surname with John McLean, Bruce Willis's action hero character from the Die Hard movies. George knew that he was no hero, but the name made him feel like a tough guy, rather than the no hoper that he truly was.

The McLean surname had never got George laid however. If you discounted the odd hooker he'd hired from time to time, George hadn't had sex since his marriage had broken up 14 years ago. He'd never had the gift of the gab, or the looks, to attract the ladies.

Their conversation was interrupted by the buzzer sounding on the doors to the secure area of the plant. George glanced up at the CCTV monitor to his right and saw a young, blonde woman in a white lab coat waiting outside. Beneath the open front of the coat, the blonde was wearing a smart black business skirt and a crisp white blouse. The carefully positioned and elevated camera gave George and Kevin the perfect view at the woman's attractive face, and a glimpse down the neckline of her blouse, revealing a hint of the delightful cleavage contained within.

"Please identify yourself at the access scanner Dr Lane," George spoke into the intercom.

The attractive blonde nodded and leant forward to wave her access card in front of the proximity scanner, the motion giving George and Kevin an even better view of the swelling tops of her ample breasts, despite her buttoned blouse.

"Holy shit," breathed George in admiration, taking his finger off the intercom button. "Sarah just gets hotter and hotter every time I see her."

"You got that right," murmured Kevin in agreement, licking his suddenly dry lips.

There was a buzzing sound as Dr Sarah Lane's access card was accepted and the magnetic locks on the secure doors unlocked.

"Hi guys," Sarah greeted them with her usual friendliness as she entered the security area. Her high heeled shoes clicked on the floor as she swept past the admiring gazes of the two guards, her lab coat hiding the best views of her long legs and firm posterior from their hungry gazes.

She was gone far too quickly for George's liking, the long legged scientist disappearing into the laboratory area to get on with her work.

"I still can't believe a brainy chick like her has such a smoking hot body," breathed Kevin in admiration, scratching at his nuts through his pants.

"Hey, that's my future wife you're lusting after," joked George in reply.

"One day you'll have to give her the old McLean frisking," Kevin replied with a wink, referring to the time when a particularly attractive courier had turned up at the power plant and George had tricked her into letting him pat her down. George had managed to cop a very nice feel of her tits and ass without getting himself slapped silly in the process. The idea of patting down Dr Sarah Lane made George's cock stir, although he knew that she was far too smart to fall for a prank like that.

After the highlight of Dr Lane's arrival, the shift continued on with the usual day to day boredom of life as a security guard. At about 5:30pm Kevin stood up from his seat in front of the CCTV monitors and stretched, letting out a loud yawn.

"I'm gonna head off for a patrol of the reactor housing and generators, it's too boring sitting here all day," Kevin announced. Station roaming patrols were a twice daily requirement of his and George's jobs; however they were rarely that diligent. Most of the day staff would have gone home by now so it was an ideal time for the patrol.

George was about to sit back in his chair and daydream about Sarah Lane's breasts, when the buzzer sounded on the secure doors.

"A visitor?" murmured George in surprise as he looked up at the CCTV monitor. Standing at the doors was a drop dead gorgeous brunette. She wore a very short tan skirt that barely came down to mid-thigh, displaying a pair of long slender legs, and a tight fitting white blouse. The front of the blouse swelled out, containing an incredible pair of breasts that seemed to dwarf even Sarah Lane's massive knockers.

George took a moment to regain his composure as he stared at the beautiful brunette in admiration. "Please identify yourself ma'am," he finally managed to stammer over the intercom.

"Bronwyn Holmes," she replied. "I'm here to meet with Dr Lane."

George frowned at the reply, Sarah had never had visitors before and this hour of the evening seemed an odd time for a visit.

"I've got an appointment," the woman added.

George leaned over and took a look at the meeting log, sure enough Sarah had pencilled in a 'B. Holmes' for this evening.

"I'll buzz you through," announced George, pressing the red access button and letting the buxom visitor through the secure access doors. He couldn't help but notice her large bust jiggle slightly as she walked through, her high heeled shoes clicking on the floor.

"Please step up to the red line there," said George, pointing to a painted red line on the floor as he got up from behind the desk and moved over to stand in front of the attractive visitor. "As part of the Station security procedures I'm going to have to check you for weapons and explosives," George explained.

The woman smiled and raised one eyebrow doubtfully, "Explosives?"

"I know it seems a little silly ma'am," agreed George," but the terrorist threat against a facility such as this is very real." The line had worked wonders with the courier and Kevin's earlier “McLean frisking” comments, combined with the sight of Bronwyn Holmes's ample chest had inspired old George.

"Terrorists?" Bronwyn repeated dubiously.

"That's right, this is a nuclear power plant after all."

"Very well," Bronwyn said with a sigh of agreement.

George gave a nod, trying to contain his grin of excitement as he moved around behind her.

"Wait," said Bronwyn. George's heart sank and he froze in place. "Shouldn't you have one of those metal detector wands."

"Ah - - " George stammered a little uncertainly. "We do but - - " he glanced over at the shelving on the far wall where there was indeed a metal detector. "But it's not working at the moment. I'm going to have to do a manual pat down."

"Oh, okay then," Bronwyn said with a shrug.

George stepped behind her. "Please extend your arms out to the sides and remain in position."

George ran his hands along first one arm, then the other, giving them a very cursory search. He intended to be a lot more thorough on the rest of her killer body however. He ran his hands down her sides, his fingertips lightly brushing the sides of her heavy breasts, giving him a taste of what was to come. His searching hands slid over the womanly curve of Bronwyn's hips and down the outside of her thighs.

The gorgeous brunette didn't even flinch as George's hands brushed down over her bare lower thighs and knees, although there was clearly nothing to search there. He then ran his hands up the back of her long legs, almost tempted to dip up under her skirt, but not wanting to take that risk quite yet, he had other treasures in mind.

George licked his lips as his hands slid up over the outside of her skirt, sliding up until he cupped the firm cheeks of her buttocks in his palms. George then gave Bronwyn's delightfully rounded ass a slight squeeze, half expecting to be slapped at any second. The slap didn't come however, so George ran his palms in a circle over Bronwyn's skirt-clad posterior and gave it another squeeze before sliding his hands up to her hips again.

"Almost done," he told her, stepping closer and resisting the urge to thrust his bulging hard-on against her ass. His hands slid around her front, rubbing over her flat stomach and then moving upwards.

His hands trembled and George felt as though his pants were about to explode as his hands moved up towards the woman's massive tits. He gave a barely audible groan as he cupped the underside of her heavy boobs, his thumbs rubbing over their sides. The woman still didn't complain so George pushed his luck further, his hands moving up and closing right over her big tits, cupping them through her blouse.

George bit his lower lip as his hard crotch brushed against her ass and he gave Bronwyn's breasts a firm squeeze. George ran his hands over the large melons more groping than searching as he explored their expanse. Her wonderfully large jugs felt firm and perky despite their size, she was wearing what felt like a lace bra beneath her blouse, but he still felt the hard jut of her nipples through the layers of material.

"Are you done?" Bronwyn asked impatiently as George mauled at her bosom.

"Ah," George stammered, snapping out of the trance her breasts had placed on him. He released her tits. "I - - um - - I can't tell, it feels like you might have something in there."

"I do, my tits," she replied, a bit annoyed by the security guard at this point.

"I need to check," George swallowed, he was shaking with excitement at the groping he'd been able to get away with. She was far hotter than the courier he'd tricked and Bronwyn's tits were absolutely out of this world. "Can you please open your blouse?"

The pretty brunette frowned, clearly frustrated. "You're not going to grope me again?"

George did his best innocent look. "Of course not ma'am. I just need a quick look, to make sure you don't have a gun hidden in there."

Bronwyn sighed in annoyance, but to George's delighted surprise she reached up and unbuttoned her blouse.

George openly stared at her, his crotch bulging obscenely at the front of his uniform as Bronwyn pulled open her blouse, displaying her impressive bra-clad tits. The horny security guard gaped at the sight of her white bra, her huge breasts forming an impressive cleavage above the lace.

"See," she said after a moment. "I'm obviously not carrying a bomb."

"I just need to double check - - " began George, reaching out for her tits again.

"No way!" Bronwyn snapped, stepping backwards away from him and pulling her blouse closed. "Just let me through now!" she said, buttoning her blouse back up.

George decided that he'd pushed his luck as far as it would go. "You can go on through," he said, somewhat meekly.

Bronwyn gave him a nod and then headed out to Sarah's lab.

George gave his crotch a rub, trying to move his erection to a more comfortable position inside his suddenly tight uniform pants. When he got back to his desk he noticed that the monitors that should have been showing the feed from the external security cameras were out. Black and white static filled the screens.

"That's odd," he murmured walking over to the screens and banging on the side of one with his fist. The technique usually fixed his broken television at home, but didn't seem to have the desired effect on the security monitors.

George was about to radio for Kevin when the monitor that showed the entrance to the secure area also went down in a burst of static.

"What the fuck - - " George didn't have time to react as the door suddenly burst open, whatever had brought the camera systems down also seemed to affect the magnetic locks on the security doors. He ducked down behind his desk as two women armed with handguns exploded into the room.

"Oh shit!" he swore as he cowered behind his desk and fumbled for his own gun. He was not paid enough for this kind of shit.

"Drop your gun and come out from behind the desk!" yelled one of the women, a surprisingly beautiful blonde.

"We won't say it twice," warned her partner, an attractive red head. Both women were dressed in tight black clothing, and bizarrely like all the other women that George had encountered today they had lovely big tits.

"Screw that," muttered George, without looking up and exposing himself, George reached his gun over the top of the desk and opened fire, squeezing off several shots from his semi-automatic pistol. The security room filled with the sound of gunfire as the two intruders returned fire and dived for cover.

A pile of paperwork sitting on the desk just above where George crouched exploded as it was riddled with bullets. George cowered lower behind the desk, briefly wondering what his namesake John McLean would do in a situation like this. He didn't get a chance to act however, as the next moment there was a voice from behind him, back towards the labs.

"Drop the gun tough guy!" said a woman's voice.

George turned and saw that Bronwyn had returned from the labs. She held Dr Sarah Lane in front of her and had a gun in her hand, pointed at the lovely scientist's head. "Drop it or Dr Lane is dead!"

"Okay, okay!" George said immediately. He dropped his gun and raised his hands high above his head, defeated.

George stood up from behind his desk, his hands up. All three women had their guns trained on him.

"How did you get that gun?" he asked Bronwyn in surprise.

"You didn't search my handbag," she replied with a smile as she pushed Sarah forward, getting her to stand beside George. "Your hands were filled with other things it would appear."

George inwardly cursed at his obvious oversight.

"Both of you, get over there, by the wall," Bronwyn said, keeping her gun trained on them. She glanced over at where the redhead and blonde stood, "Nicky, get onto those computers. Julie, go get the rest of our gear."

The two women immediately sprang into action, the red head moving over to George's desk and the blonde heading back out through the disabled security door to get whatever gear it was that Bronwyn had wanted.

Bronwyn, keeping her gun trained on them, moved forward, standing directly in front of George. George sucked in a sudden gasp of air as she ran her hand over his shoulder and placed on finger under his chin, making sure that he was looking straight at him. Her eyes narrowed as she stared into his, then ran her hand down his side to his hip, all the while her other hand kept her gun aimed straight at his heart.

"Maybe I should search you for explosives," she said dangerously.

George swallowed as Bronwyn's hand moved down off his hip and then suddenly pressed against his crotch. He gasped in surprise as her fingers curled up between his legs, cupping his genitals in her hand.

"Hmm," she murmured thoughtfully, clearly feeling that he still had an erection from his earlier search of her. "It feels like you might have something in there," she said, quoting his previous words.

George's eyes widened as she gave his groin a firm squeeze, he couldn't quite work out if it was painful or pleasurable as she squeezed his balls and cock through his pants.

"We have a problem here," called out Nicky, the red head sitting at the computer on George's desk.

Bronwyn muttered in impatience, releasing George and stepping back. "What is it?" she demanded.

"The computer," began Nicky. "The screensaver has come on, we need a password."

Bronwyn shook her head, "Fine, so what's the password?" she turned to face George.

"I don't know," he lied.

"The password," Bronwyn repeated her tone firmer. She stepped forward and pressed the barrel of her gun directly to George's forehead.

George froze at the feel of the cold steel against his skin, his erection immediately softened in his pants.

"The password," Bronwyn insisted, pushing the gun barrel harder against his head.

"I honestly don't know," George lied again. He figured that if he bought enough time then Kevin might come back.

Bronwyn stepped away again and glanced over at where her partner Nicky sat at the computer. "Can't you hack it?" she asked. "I thought you said we wouldn't have issues with passwords."

Nicky shook her head. "With the screensaver on I can't access anything or load any of my systems bypass tools. The screensaver shouldn't be on, they're set up to come on only after 90 minutes of inactivity. The guards do security system diagnostics and camera tests every fifteen minutes, there's no way the screensavers should be on unless they haven't touched the system the whole shift."

Bronwyn looked at George in disgust, "I wouldn't put it past this fat slacker."

"Hey!" George began to protest at the insult, but the angry glare that Bronwyn shot him quickly shut him up.

"Can you restart the system or something?" suggested Bronwyn.

"No, any shutdown will alert their emergency tech teams."

"Fuck!" swore Bronwyn. She turned back to George and Sarah. "The password now please!" She aimed the gun at Sarah this time.

"I don't know it," George said, still trying to buy more time. "Like your friend said I haven't even touched the system all shift."

"The password or she dies!" threatened Bronwyn.

"I don't know it," bluffed George, starting to get a little worried now.

Bronwyn frowned suspiciously at him, she wasn't sure whether to believe him or not. The buxom blonde terrorist hesitated a moment and then lowered her gun. She set it down on the desk behind her and once again stepped up towards George, deciding to try a different approach to obtain the password.

She stepped right in front of George, invading his personal space so that her body was only a few inches away from his. Despite the situation George was very acutely aware of Bronwyn's chest, only inches from his own. Her ample bosom jutted out against her thin white blouse, the lace of her bra visible through the material. The top few buttons of her blouse were open and from his very up close and personal perspective he had an ideal view into her deep cleavage, the upper swells of her impressively vast breasts in plain sight.

Bronwyn leant in close, her mouth inches from George's neck and her head almost resting on his shoulder. "If you cooperate it'll be much easier for you," she whispered, her voice suddenly soft and husky, especially compared to her earlier threats.

George swallowed as he felt her soft lips ever so slightly brush against the side of his neck. The tips of her breasts lightly brushed against his chest and he felt the blood rushing to his groin.

"I can be very nice, you know," Bronwyn told him, one of her hands stroking his cheek as she kissed the corner of his jaw softly, her lips felt like a feather against his skin.

Bronwyn moved her left leg forward, her bare knee stroking against the inside of George's thigh. The middle aged security guard was breathing heavily now, unable to help but get turned on by the seductive actions of the terrorist.

"What's the password?" Bronwyn whispered into his ear, her tongue coming out to gently tease his ear lobe. The soft curves of her body were pressed fully against him now, and he felt her smooth left thigh press against his bulging groin.

Before he could say anything there was a commotion from the far side of the room.

Bronwyn spun away from George in surprise, to see George's partner Kevin returning to the security room. Bronwyn rushed forward, diving for the desk where she'd left her gun.

Nicky the other terrorist also sprung into action, ducking down behind the computer desk where she sat.

Kevin was just as surprised as the two terrorists, he had no idea the plant was under attacked. The inept security guard immediately started to fumble for his gun.

George saw the sudden opportunity and wasn't about to wait around and see what happened. He grabbed Sarah by the wrist and tugged her towards the lab door, taking advantage of the distraction to make a run for it.

As the pair ducked hurriedly away the sounds of gunfire filled the security room. If George had been a betting man there was no way he'd put money on his old partner against the apparently well trained terrorists. As much as he hated the idea that Kevin might get killed there was nothing he could do to stop it. Pulling Sarah hurriedly behind him he didn't look back as they made a run for it down the long corridor leading towards the labs and rear areas of the plant.

There was more gunfire as George pulled Sarah through the second door they came across, leading to a spare parts storage room. Sarah's eyes were wide with fright as George pulled her into a closet right at the back of the storage room and yanked the door shut.

Thankfully the lab area was a maze of storage rooms, laboratories and computer rooms so they should be safe in there for the time being.

"Stay quiet," hissed George as he pulled Sarah in against him, the closet was a tight fit and he found himself pressed right up against the beautiful scientist’s back as they hid in the small space.

The gunfire was soon silenced, and followed by the sound of running feet and slamming doors as the terrorists obviously tried to track them down. George even heard the storage room door that they were in open, but fortunately whichever of their attackers was searching, didn't venture far enough into the junk filled room to see the small closet that was their hiding place.

George's cock was still erect, hard from the teasing that Bronwyn had given him moments before. It was nuzzled firmly against Dr Lane's nicely rounded posterior as they huddled in the closet, but if she noticed his hardness she was polite enough not to say anything.

Sarah still had her lab coat on so there were quite a few layers of clothing between George's cock and her ass, nevertheless, George couldn't help but note how nice it felt rubbing up against her in the cramped confines of their hiding place.

He wiggled his hips and nestled the hard shaft of his cock between the firm lobes of Sarah's buttocks. George was very horny by this point and he wished there were no clothes at all separating them and that he could ram his cock up into the beautiful scientist. He leant forward, breathing in the scent of her hair, slowly grinding himself against her ass.

They remained there for another five minutes in complete silence before Sarah finally spoke. "Do you think we can open the door?" she whispered quietly, eager to get away from the obvious erection that was poking into her from behind. In the small space she could hardly blame George for rubbing against her, but that didn't mean she particularly liked it.

"Yeah okay," George said, somewhat reluctantly.

They crept up out of the closet, nervous that at any moment they would get jumped by one of the terrorists.

"Seems safe," said Sarah, peering around cautiously.

George was rubbing his hard package through his pants, in obvious discomfort. "Sorry about in there," he said. "I'm not sure if you noticed, but that lady got me really worked up back there."

"It's okay," Sarah replied, glancing distastefully at George's crotch as he rubbed it. His pants bulged out obscenely. "So what are we going to do?"

"I don't know," snapped George, obviously distracted by his own hard-on. "Jesus, I don't think I've been this hard since I was eighteen."

"You're the security guard," Sarah said in annoyance, "surely there are procedures for incidents like this?"

"I can't think at the moment," George replied, shaking his head. "I'm so fucking horny."

"Now's not the time to be playing with your dick," Sarah said angrily watching his rub at the front of his pants, trying to manoeuvre his erection into a more comfortable angle within the confines of his pants.

"Look, I'm going to have to get this thing out," announced George, completely ignoring Sarah.

"No - - " Sarah began to protest but it was too late. George had unzipped the front of his trousers and pulled out his rock hard erect before she could stop him. He was right though, he was definitely hard. The middle aged security guard's cock jutted out from his pants, pointing upwards like an arrow, hard as a rock, it was bright red and almost looked as though it was throbbing angrily with arousal. "Jesus, you are hard," murmured Sarah, staring at George’s cock in surprise.

"Oh that feels better," George groaned at the sudden freedom.

"No wonder you can't think straight," remarked Sarah, her eyes still glued to George's cock.

"I can get us out of this mess," announced George. "But first I need to get rid of this so I can come up with a plan."

Sarah frowned doubtfully at his penis. "What do you mean?"

"Well I can hardly run around with my cock sticking out of my pants like this, now can I?"

"No, what do you mean get rid of it?"

"I'll need to get it out of my system," he explained.

"Take a cold shower, think of baseball?" suggested Sarah, although she had a feeling that wasn't his intention.

"It'll take too long, they could be back at any moment," George dismissed the suggestion. "I need to cum."

"Oh," replied Sarah in surprise. She paused a moment before continuing. "So you'll have to play with yourself. Masturbate?"

George shook his head. "Too slow," he said with absolute certainty. "The fastest way will be if you do it for me."

Sarah's eyes widened in surprise. "You want me to give you a hand-job."

George again shook his head. "It'll be faster if you suck it."

"Suck? There's no way I'm going to suck your cock, George!" Sarah said in horror.

"Look," George said with sigh. "Think about this logically. We don't have a lot of time. They need my password and they won't stop looking for us until they find us so they could be back this way any minute. If we don't do something quick we're in trouble. So yes, I could play with myself but that'll take time. I need to get stimulated as quickly as possible. As you can imagine a blowjob will be pretty damn stimulating. So unless you can think of something faster I suggest you start sucking quick."

Sarah opened her mouth to reply, but couldn't think of a comeback. She didn't notice that his erection wasn't exactly stopping him from thinking fast enough to come up with that long line of logic. In her ultra stressed state his words made complete sense, even if the idea of sucking the old security guard’s cock repulsed her, in this life and death situation it seemed to her as her only choice.

"Okay," Sarah announced at last. "I guess I can do it for you. But that's all. And I've got a boyfriend so after I'm done we don't mention it to anyone ever."

"Agreed," George said quickly, before the lovely scientist had time for second thoughts. He glanced around the store room, it was pretty crowded with spare parts so there was nowhere to sit or get comfortable. "I guess we'll just have to do it here, kneel down."

Sarah nodded as if defeated and knelt down on the floor. George's cock was already out of his pants and he stepped forward, presenting the rock hard shaft towards her mouth.

"Okay Sarah, give me one of your best blowjobs, we're on a timetable here," George announced, rather pleased with himself.

When Sarah's mouth touched his cock George let out a loud groan of pleasure and the kneeling blonde jerked her head away from him in surprise. "Shhh! They might hear!" she told him, glancing nervously at the door to the storage room.

"Oh, sorry," George apologised. "Carry on, I'll be quieter."

Sarah hesitated a moment and then leant back in, opening her mouth and capturing the tip of George's rock hard cock between her lips, sucking him into her wet mouth without using her hands at all. George gave a quieter moan of pleasure as her mouth slid down onto his dick, bathing him in warmth.

"That's nice Sarah," he whispered as the busty scientist started to bob her head back and forth, working the tight seal of her lips up and down the shaft of his cock, her tongue working the lower side of his cock as she sucked him.

The blowjob was better than George ever imagined, Sarah's head bobbed rapidly over his cock, taking more and more of his length into her hot mouth with each suck. Her cheeks were hollowed with the effort and each time she moved her mouth down his cock he felt his dick sliding over her tongue and pressing against the back of her throat. The fact that she was doing it with no hands made it even more of a turn on for the middle aged security guard.

"Jesus, you're like a fucking vacuum," George moaned in appreciation as Sarah swallowed most of his cock, her lips stretched around the base of his erection.

Sarah pulled her mouth off his cock, making wet, smacking sound as his penis popped free. "We've got to hurry this up," she told him nervously. "If it'll help you can fuck my mouth."

George gave a lusty groan at the suggestion, he didn't need to hear that offer more than once. He reached down grabbing hold of the hair on the top of Sarah's head, holding her in place as he shoved his cock back into her anxious mouth. Sarah gave a grunt as George's cock thrust deep into her mouth.

"Oh fuck yeah!" gasped George, it was taking all his control not to shout out with pleasure. He had a tight grip on Sarah's head, pulling her in towards his thrusting loins as he pumped his cock rapidly in and out of her mouth.

Sarah effortlessly took his whole length, letting him drive his cock all way into her mouth with each thrust, his balls smacking against her chin. George's cock was like a jackhammer, fucking in and out of Sarah's obliging mouth as fast as he could manage. He gave a final strangled grunt of pleasure as his cock exploded in Sarah's mouth. George held her head down on his cock, not letting her mouth retreat as he spurted heavily straight down her throat. Sarah swallowed desperately to avoid choking, letting him spend his seed and relieve the intense arousal that had distracted him from thinking of an escape from the terrorists.

"Fuck me!" groaned George as he released Sarah's head and his cock slipped from her mouth. "That hit the spot!"

Sarah wiped her mouth and chin with both hands. "You owe me big time for that," she told him, swallowing to try and get the salty taste of his cum out of her mouth. "Remember no one finds out about this," she added as she got to her feet, brushing dust off her knees.

"Of course baby, no problem," George confirmed, a huge grin of pleasure covering his face. He couldn't believe that he'd actually got to fuck Dr Sarah Lane's sweet, sweet mouth.

"So what's the plan?" Sarah asked, getting back to the business at hand.

"Well things aren't looking good," admitted George as he stuffed his cock back into his uniform pants and zipped up his fly. "We're outnumbered by at least three to two and they've got guns, we're unarmed."

"So what do we do?" Sarah sounded a little scared at their grim situation.

George's gaze scanned the room and then he reached down and picked up a short piece of heavy steel piping, about a foot long.

"I'm hoping we draw them out, I'm going to see if I can sneak back to the security station and get some help. You stay put."

"Okay," Sarah quickly agreed, pleased they had a firm plan of attack.

George took a deep breath, tightening his grip on the steel pipe. He took one last lingering look at the gorgeous Dr Lane, hardly able to believe that his sticky load was currently rolling around in her belly at that very moment.

"Good luck," Sarah called after him as he pulled open the storeroom door and glanced out into the empty hallway.

"Thanks," George said with a nod and then stepped out, quietly shutting the door behind him and creeping off cautiously back in the direction of the security station where they'd left Kevin and the terrorists in a shootout.

He made his way down the hallway, completely on edge, expecting to be jumped by Bronwyn Holmes or one of her cronies at any moment. Surprisingly he made it all the way back to the security station without incident.

Holding his breath and trying to remain as calm and silent as possible, George peeked into the security room. The first thing that caught his eye was his partner Kevin Donaghy lying face down on the floor, a pool of blood accumulated around his torso area. George swore inwardly, vowing that he'd do whatever he could to take down the three bitches that had killed him.

The next thing he noticed was one of the terrorists. It was the blonde one who'd been sent back for something, Julie was what Bronwyn had called her. She was bent over a large metal case not too far from the door where George was located, he couldn't help but admire how nice her ass looked in the skin-tight black trousers she was wearing. There was no sign of either of the other terrorists and from what George could see the screen saver on his computer was still turned on so they hadn't made much progress on whatever their goal was in this attack.

George didn't wait for her to notice him, but immediately moved into action. He was across the small distance that separated them before she could react, his steel pipe swinging down and connecting solidly with the back of her skull.

Julie's eyes rolled back in their sockets and she slumped to the floor, lying motionless. George immediately bent over her, checking her pulse. She was unconscious, still alive.

He dragged her behind one of the desks and then went back to take a look inside the metal case she had been crouching over. Inside were a bunch of tools and something that looked like explosives. George still had no idea what the three terrorists were up to, but he was sure it wasn't good. He glanced at the door, checking that neither of the other two had returned and then walked back to where the unconscious blonde lay behind the desk.

He knelt down beside her and checked to see if she had a gun or any weapons. He couldn't see anything obvious concealed on her, her tight black clothing didn't exactly have a lot of hiding places. George lifted her up onto her side, checking if she had a back pocket on those tight black pants. Despite a lack of a pocket, George still ran his hand over Julie's buttocks, admiring their smooth roundness and the way her tight pants clung to her ass. It felt deliciously firm through her pants.

George lowered her back to the ground, feeling a slight stirring in his own pants after the quick grope he'd given the unconscious blonde. He couldn't help but think back to the pat down he'd given Bronwyn when she had arrived.

"Hmm, maybe she's hiding a gun in her bra," he remarked thoughtfully to himself. George then reached down with both hands and grabbed hold of Julie's sizeable tits, giving them a squeeze through her clothing, it felt as though she didn't have a bra on at all, and certainly not a gun. George ran his hands over the blonde's big tits, giving them a few more firm squeezes and gropes, she wasn't exactly in a position to protest so he didn't have to pretend to search like he had done with Bronwyn.

"These are lovely," breathed George as he massaged the unconscious blonde's huge tits in both hands. They felt huge, at least as big as Bronwyn's. In the back of his mind he was vaguely aware of the potential danger of one of the other terrorists returning, but right now he was far too caught up in this once in a lifetime titty-feeling opportunity.

He reached down and untucked Julie's black top, pulling it up over her tits that it was bunched up around her neck. Sure enough she had nothing on beneath, her large breasts were now naked before his eyes.

"Wow," murmured George in appreciation. He reached for her bare tits, cupping them in his hands. They felt very warm and soft, not to mention big. The large round orbs of flesh more than filled his hands. George had to move his hands around to cover their full surface, squeezing and stroking eagerly.

The horny security guard pressed Julie's tits together with his palms, watching the flesh well up between his fingers. He groped and mauled at her big tits in his hands for a couple of minutes before leaning down and sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. He then proceeded to lick and slobber over her huge knockers, getting more and more turned on as he went.

"Christ I'm turned on," moaned George as he lifted his mouth up off Julie's chest, which was slick with his saliva. He rubbed his erection through his pants, he was as hard as he'd been before Sarah had relieved him back in the storeroom.

George gave Julie's right breast a light tap on the side, watching the firm mound quiver on her chest at his touch. He considered returning to Sarah for another blowjob, her mouth had felt so good on his dick. But then again there was a perfectly good mouth right here for the using. And Julie was hardly in any position to complain to refuse him.

George grinned at his own good idea, briefly glancing over towards the doorway to check that there was no sign of the other terrorists. With the coast clear, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection, moving to kneel beside the unconscious blonde's head.

Holding his cock in one hand, using his other to hold Julie by the top of her head and keep her in place, he touched the tip of his hard cock to her soft lips.

"Very nice," he whispered softly as he rubbed the end of his penis over her full lips. He gave her mouth a couple of quick slaps with his cock and then rubbed it over her cheeks, nose and chin. The fact that Julie was motionless and unresponsive actually turned George on even more.

He turned her head slightly to the side and pushed the head of his cock into Julie's mouth, spearing her lips apart with his thick erection. George gave a moan of pleasure as his penis slid over Julie's tongue and pushed as deep into her mouth as he could get it from the slightly awkward angle hunched over her face.

"Oh yeah!" groaned George, going up onto one knee to get a better angle of attack. He held her head in place and started to pump his hips, sliding his hard dick in and out of her mouth. It felt incredible, although not as good as it had been with Sarah, with her actively sucking on his cock.

George fucked her mouth for about a minute, but wasn't completely satisfied, kneeling over her on the floor made it impossible for him to get his penis all the way into her mouth and his legs were getting tired crouching at her face.

George stood up and cleared some space on the desk beside him. He lifted Julie up by the shoulders and wrestled her onto the desk, fortunately her slim body was reasonably light. He lay her on her back, still unconscious, with her shirt up around her neck and her big tits still uncovered.

The middle aged security guard reached for Julie's big tits, squeezing them in his fists roughly a few times. He then pulled her towards him so that her head was tilted back, right on the very edge of the desk and lined up nicely at his crotch height. George took hold of his erection and rubbed it over her right cheek, leaving a smeared trail of pre-cum across her face. When the tip of his cock touched her full lips he pushed forward with his pelvis, spearing open Julie's mouth and pushing his hardness inside her.

"Oh yeah!" he groaned, holding Julie's unconscious head in both hands now and pushing his cock deep into her mouth. Her tongue felt great as it slid across the top of his hard penis. The angle of Julie's head meant her throat was open and he could push his cock right the way into her mouth. "Jesus that's good!" he breathed.

George began to pump his hips, sliding his cock smoothly in and out of Julie's hot mouth. Even though she was unconscious and not actively sucking on him it still felt great and he was able to drive his cock impossibly deep into her throat. Every few thrusts he pulled right out, not wanting to suffocate her, and rubbed or slapped his cock against her cheeks and lips.

He stood straddling her face, his hips pumping as he fucked her face enthusiastically, his balls slapping her nose with each thrust. George's hands slid up to Julie's tits, squeezing them as he face-fucked her, it felt absolutely wonderful.

"Fucking hell this is good!" he gasped, driving his cock into her mouth vigorously as he pinched her nipples and shook her big tits in his hands. George's nut were churning with sperm as his thrusts went harder and deeper still, impaling her face on his shaft.

"Ahh!" he gave a loud groan of pleasure as his cock exploded, hot cum spurting straight down Julie's throat. George pulled out, a second heavy splurge of semen shooting over Julie's face as she coughed and choked on his load. George gripped her boobs tightly as he painted her face with his seed, surprised at how heavy his explosion was despite the large load he'd left in Sarah's belly only a short time ago.

George wiped his cock clean using Julie's soft blonde hair and then stuffed himself back into his pants.

"Hold it right there!" came a stern voice from behind him.

George turned and saw that one of the terrorists had returned. It was the redhead, the one Bronwyn had called Nicky, and she was pointing a gun straight at him.

"Shit!" cursed George as he raised his hands in defeat.

Nicky glanced at where her blonde friend was slumped backwards over the desk, unconscious with her face coated in sticky cum. "What the fuck have you done to her?" demanded the clearly pissed off terrorist.

George shrugged. "I found her like that."

Nicky glared at him, clearly not believing his lie. She didn't reply however, instead she grabbed a walkie talkie from her belt.

"Bronwyn, it's Nicky here."

"Go ahead," came the reply from the other end.

"I've got one of them. The fat security guard. But there's no sign of the woman," Nicky said.

"Fat?" remarked George in mock indignation.

"Good work," replied Bronwyn from somewhere deeper inside the power station. "I'll keep looking. You stay there and try get the password out of him."

"With pleasure," responded Nicky as she shut off the radio and glared dangerously over at George.

"Why don't you let me go and we can forget all about this?" suggested George. It was clear that Bronwyn was in charge and he was hoping he might be able to talk Nicky around to giving up.

"Sit down," Nicky snapped, gesturing towards a nearby chair with her raised gun. She glanced over at Julie's prone form on the desk as George hurriedly obeyed and took a seat.

"We must be able to work something out here?" George said hopefully.

"Yes," agreed Nicky as she stepped closer. "You'll tell me the password, and I won't shoot you in the balls."

George swallowed and didn't reply.

Nicky lashed out with the butt of her gun, cracking George across the side of his face. The security guard’s head snapped around and he grunted in pain.

"What's the password?" Nicky demanded. She clearly wasn't going to take no for an answer.

George shook his head as Nicky raised her hand for another strike. His ears were still ringing from the last blow. "Wait!" he said hurriedly.

"You'll give me the password?"

"Yes!" agreed George. "We can definitely make a deal here."

"A deal?" Nicky's eyes narrowed. "I'm not letting you go if that's what you're thinking."

George shrugged. "Okay, we can bargain a bit."

"Tell me the password or I'll shoot you," Nicky threatened the middle aged security guard.

"Look, you can beat and shoot me all day," said George. "Or we can make a deal and everyone can be happy."

"What kind of deal?" demanded the beautiful red head.

"Well obviously you're not going to let me go or anything, but that doesn't mean I should get nothing in return for the password. I think I deserve a little bit of pleasure if I'm going to help you out."

"What deal?" snapped Nicky, losing her patience.

"You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours," George grinned up at her, warming up to the negotiation. "I just want you to be nice. Coax the password out of me, don't beat it out of me. I just want a little pleasure here baby."

Nicky was looking at him in mild disgust as his words sunk in.

George carried on. "You've got to earn the password honey," he told her. "Bronwyn was doing a good job of getting my cooperation earlier," he said, remembering the feel of the busty brunette's tongue against his ear. "You've got to win me over, seduce me."

Nicky stared speculatively at him for a moment and then reached behind her back and stuffed her gun into the back of her belt. She then wordlessly opened a bag on the side of the room and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"Kinky," remarked George as she clamped his hands behind her back. "I'm already feeling more sympathetic to your point of view."

Nicky reached down into George's lap and cupped his crotch through his pants. Despite the workout his penis had already received there was an immediate stirring.

"I'll scratch your back then Mr Security Guard," agreed Nicky with apparent resentment, as she squeezed his cock. "But you'd damn well better give me that password."

George grinned as she unzipped his fly. "I promise."

The busty redhead pulled out George's hard cock and took a firm grasp in her soft right hand. It was still a little sticky from his encounter with the unconscious blonde and her hand began to easily glide up and down the shaft as she started to stroke him.

"I hope you're going to do more than just play with it," remarked George as he looked down at the gorgeous terrorist giving him a hand-job.

"Fuck you!" snapped back Nicky, glancing over once again at her unconscious companion, the blonde's pretty face splatter with George's seed. "I'm certainly not putting this thing in my mouth."

"Hmm," George considered a moment, "Don't stop stroking, while we negotiate."

Nicky rolled her eyes, "Fine." Her hand once again began to slide up and down George's stiff pole.

George had to admit that he'd just had two rather wonderful blowjob's, well Sarah's BJ was fantastic and Julie's mouth had certainly been very obliging. "Ok not blowjob, but you're going to have to do better than this to get me off. Surely the password is worth a nice fuck."

"No chance in hell!" cried Nicky, pausing her hand-job but keeping her hand on his cock. "There's no way this thing is going in my pussy. I'm not on the pill and there's no way I want to have fat little security guard babies."

"Keep stroking," instructed George nodding down at her still hand. Nicky sighed but nevertheless starting rubbing his hard dick again. "Okay I can fuck you up the ass then, that way you won't get pregnant."

"Christ!" swore Nicky, muttering under her breath, "this is like high school all over again."

"I'll be quick," George assured her. "You've got a nice tight looking butt on you."

"Fuck you!" she snapped. "No anal. How about I let you fuck my tits? That's gotta be a good compromise."

George grinned. He could hardly believe that he managed to go from her trying to kill him a few minutes ago, to her bargaining which part of her voluptuous body he was going to get to stick his penis into. This was sure turning out to be a great day all things considered. Well, except for the part about Kevin dying of course.

"Deal. Your tits for the password," he agreed.

Nicky let go of George's cock and reached for her black top, yanking it up over her head. Just like the blonde terrorist she wore nothing underneath and her big, heavy tits fell free. They were beautiful - - firm, round and massive. Just the way George liked them.

"Nice," he murmured in appreciation, wishing his hands were free to squeeze those lovely puppies.

Nicky slid her hands up her sides to cup and squeeze her own tits, pushing the ample melons together and then pinching her nipples. She then shuffled forward, moving between George's thighs and leaning forward, trapping George's stiffly erect cock in her deep cleavage, her warm, soft boobs pressing around the hard shaft.

The beautiful redhead began to stroke her breasts up and down over the length of George's hard cock, her tits feeling incredible wrapped around him. His hips hunched up awkwardly from the chair, trying to hump up into the redhead's soft cleavage in time with her titfucking.

"You like that?" murmured Nicky as she used her big boobs to stroke the security guard’s trembling erection.

"Oh yeah, fuck me with those big titties!" replied George, loving every minute of this.

The next time Nicky moved down with her big jugs, George thrust upwards off the seat. This caused his cock to push out through the top of Nicky's cleavage and poke her in the face, skimming across the corner of her mouth and over her smooth cheek.

"Fuck off," she said scowling as she let go of him and wiped her cheek with one hand. She looked back down at his hard cock and sighed. "Are you almost done?"

"Not really," admitted George. "But don't let that stop you continuing."

Nicky grimaced. "Hurry it up then," she said, reaching down and giving his erection a few strokes in her soft hand.

"If you uncuff my hands and let me touch those hooters of yours things will go faster," suggested George.

"Nice try," replied the redhead sarcastically.

"I'll hold your tits so your hands will be free to keep the gun on me," he added.

Nicky's eyes narrowed as if she was weighing up his honesty. "Okay," she said at last. The topless terrorist stood up and moved around behind George, unlocking his handcuffs. As he rubbed his wrists she pulled out her gun and moved back around to kneel at his feet. She pointed the gun up at his face and thrust out her chest, offering her big breasts up towards his up-thrust erection.

"This is romantic," remarked George sarcastically. He reached out and grabbed hold of Nicky's lovely big breasts in his hands, moaning in appreciation as he gave the ample melons a firm squeeze. "You do have a fantastic rack," he complemented her as he massaged the full orbs in his groping hands.

"Thanks. So are you going to fuck them then?" replied Nicky, eager to get this over and down with.

"Certainly ma'am," agreed George, shuffling down in his seat and pressing her heavy jugs together around his hard cock.

He began using her breasts to stroke up and down on his cock, it proved a little awkward. "I think this will be easier if I stand up," he told her.

"Fine," allowed Nicky with an impatient sigh. She gestured for him to get up with her gun which was still pointed at his face.

George stood up and dropped his pants, standing in front of the buxom, kneeling redhead. He grasped his hard dick around the base and slapped it against Nicky's big tits.

The overweight security guard then stood closer, pressing his hard cock into Nicky's cleavage and steadying himself with hands on both her shoulders. Nicky was forced to move her gun out of the way, but kept it ready at her side as he began to hump her lovely boobs.

"Oh fuck yeah baby!" grunted George as he fucked Nicky's big hooters, the firm melons jiggling as he thrust his cock between them. "Get ready for the biggest pearl necklace you've ever worn." George was panting as he slammed his cock between her tits. He was incredibly turned on by the dangerous situation.

After about three minutes George suddenly released Nicky and grabbed hold of his cock. He let out a loud moan of pleasure as he gave it a rapid stroke and aimed the tip straight at the redhead's pretty face.

"Wh - - " Nicky stammered and her eyes went wide in surprise as George's cock exploded in her face. He gave a grunt of pleasure as his cum splattered into the terrorist's beautiful face. "Ah!" Nicky gasped as a thick rope of cum went straight in her eye. Her hands went up to her face to wipe away George's load.

The security guard took the opportunity to strike. He swung his fist with all his might at the blinded redhead. As his knuckles connected with the side of her jaw her neck snapped around and she slumped over sideways, falling unconscious to the floor.

George let out a deep exhale of relief as he glanced over at now two terrorists, unconscious, their faces painted with his cum.

"Nice work Georgie-boy," he said to himself with a wide grin. "Two out three ain't bad, but it's time to deal with the Queen bitch."

George used Nicky's discarded top to clean himself up and then he pulled his pants back up and grabbed Nicky's gun. He then moved over to investigate the metal box that Julie had been bent over when he'd arrived back at the security station.

"Holy shit!" he swore as he saw the box was filled with explosives. These busty beauties apparently had some big plans for the power station. Before he could do anything about the explosives he heard the sound of footsteps coming from the corridor leading to the labs.

As quickly and quietly as he could, George hid himself behind a cabinet not too far from the door.

Bronwyn, the last of the terrorists, strode through the doorway, her high heeled shoes clicking on floor.

"What the fuck happened here?" the busty brunette stopped in her tracks at the sight of her two unconscious companions. Before she could react however, she felt the cold barrel of George's gun press against the back of her neck.

"Drop the gun," he ordered.

"Shit!" swore Bronwyn, disappointed with her own lack of caution. She let the gun fall to the floor beside her.

George pushed her forwards, towards the desk with the security camera monitors on it. "Put your hands on the desk where I can see them and don't move a muscle."

Bronwyn did as instructed, bending forward to place her hands on the desk. George picked up the handcuffs that Nicky had used on him before and cuffed Bronwyn's hands together, looping the cuffs around the base of one of the bolted down monitors so that she couldn't easily break free.

"I'm glad the tables have turned once again," said George, grinning as he stepped back and admired the way the brunette's tan skirt clung to the firm looking globes of her ass. Her ripe posterior looked fantastic in the short skirt and her legs looked incredibly long and slender. Very sexy.

"Twenty thousand dollars," said Bronwyn.

"What?" George looked up from her butt, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"I'll give you twenty thousand if you walk away right now."

George snorted. "Yeah right. Just who are you, and what are you planning to do with all those explosives."

The terrorist didn't reply.

George put the gun down on the desk beside him and moved up behind the curvy brunette, placing his hands on her hips and leaning in close.

"Why do you want to blow up the power plant?" he demanded.

Still she didn't reply.

"Fine, I don't really care anyway to be honest," he said, moving closer and pressing his crotch against Bronwyn's delicious looking ass. "I do believe we had a little unfinished business which got interrupted earlier on," he began to rub his groin against the curvy brunette's firm posterior, the globes of her buttocks felt great against his hardening genitals, even through her skirt.

"Don't tell me you're going to search me for bombs again?" Bronwyn said through gritted teeth, she was clearly pissed off at being captured.

"I might even be convinced to tell you the password," said George. His hands on her hips moved to the sides of her short, tan skirt and began to tug it upwards, bunching it up around her waist.

"You're a real prick," growled Bronwyn as he pulled up her skirt.

"Beautiful," breathed George in awed admiration as the terrorist’s flawless ass was exposed. Beneath the skirt she was only wearing the skimpiest of g-string so that the perfect round spheres of her tight ass were left bare, separated by a tiny sliver of lacy underwear.

George ran the palm of his hand across Bronwyn's lovely ass and then held her by the hips, grinding his now hard erection against her exposed buttocks as he humped her from behind.

"It'll be interesting to see if I can cum for a fourth time today," said George as he moved his hands up her sides. "I didn't think I had it in me, but it's turned out to be an inspiring day." He felt Bronwyn stiffen as his hands moved around and cupped her ample breasts through her white blouse.

"Mmm," he remarked as he gave her big boobs a squeeze and continued to rub himself against her ass. "These feel just as nice as I remember." George groped and kneaded at the large melons for a couple of minutes as Bronwyn silently endured his groping.

Bronwyn gave a sigh. "Okay fine, I give up, let's just call the cops then." She winced as he gave her tits a particularly hard squeeze.

George ignored her. "Time to have a look at these puppies," he murmured. The overweight security guard grabbed the sides of Bronwyn's blouse and gave a hard yank. She gasped as he ripped open her shirt and buttons went flying over the desk in front of her.

"That was a fucking expensive blouse you asshole!" she snapped as George fumbled with the clasp of her lacy white bra. George's cock was clearly hard as a rock and it was poking insistently into her bare ass.

"There we go." George finally unfastened her bra and pushed it forward off her shoulders where it fell down to her handcuffed wrists. Bronwyn's big tits were finally uncovered, thrusting proudly out from her chest and topped by hard nipples.

"Oh yeah!" groaned George in admiration, he peered down over her shoulder to admire her bare breasts as his hands came up to cup and lift the unveiled melons from below. "Fucking gorgeous!" he breathed as he gave them a firm squeeze, letting his fingers sink deep into the ample, resilient flesh of the large spheres. He pinched both her nipples and ran his hands all over the big round orbs.

"This was almost worth getting shot at," he murmured as he started to squeeze and maul at Bronwyn's big naked boobs, all the while peering over her shoulder so that he could watch his hands fondling her perfect jugs.

"Here's how this will work," he told her as he groped away to his heart’s content, enjoying every inch of her massive fun bags. "I'm gonna give you a thorough fucking, show you what a real man feels like. And then the cops will be on their way." George jiggled her big ripe melons in his palms, watching the firm flesh quiver enticingly.

Bronwyn didn't reply, clearly not happy with the prospect of George sticking his dick into her.

George released Bronwyn's immense boobs and reached for her panties, crouching down as he tugged them down. He couldn't help but lean forward and kiss the soft, flawless skin on her right buttock, his tongue coming out for a lick.

The security guard gave the terrorists bare ass a slap as he stood back up. "This is going to be sweet," he murmured as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down around his ankles along with his underwear. His hard cock jutted out towards the sexy brunette, eager to find a snug home between her gorgeous thighs.

George shuffled back up behind her and guided the trembling head of his cock up between her legs, pressing the tip in between the moist lips of her vagina. Bronwyn's gasp joined his satisfied sighs as he pushed forward with his hips and slid his cock neatly up into her hot cunt.

"Oh fuck!" he gave a loud groan as he pushed inside the gorgeous terrorist.

George reached up and placed his hands on Bronwyn's shoulders for extra leverage as he began to thrust his cock in and out of her. "This'll teach you to try and blow up my power plant," he grunted as he rammed his dick repeatedly into her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged on it, causing her head to tilt back and her back to arch, pressing her buttocks back out towards him as he slammed against her.

"Oh yeah!" snorted George as he pistoned against the curvy brunette, admiring the quiver of her buttocks as he slammed against them. George let go of her hair and reached around her to grab her big tits, roughly squeezing them as he fucked the voluptuous terrorist.

George gave a final moan of pleasure and his hands clamped down hard on Bronwyn's perfect breasts. His back arched as his cock exploded up inside her, pumping her full of his sticky load.

"Oh yeah baby!" he gasped rolling his hips forward against her ass as his penis shuddered and spend itself.

George breathlessly pulled out of her giving her ass cheek a farewell slap as he stepped back a couple of steps.

"Now I'm satisfied!" he announced proudly as he glanced around at the three terrorists, all marked with his seed.

Bronwyn glared at him as he moved around to the front of the monitor she was cuffed to and took a seat. He tapped in the password and pulled up the security system, hitting the alarm button to summon the cops.

"So what is the damn password?" snapped Bronwyn bitterly.

"Password."

"Huh?" she replied in bewilderment.

"The password is password. It was the default one that came with the system, I thought it was kind of funny so never bothered changing it," George replied with a shrug. He briefly wondered if he should get back to Dr Lane and let her know the terrorists were taken care of. Perhaps if he pretended they were still at large he could trick her into a second blowjob - - but then again he doubted he could get it up for a fifth time that day - - or could he?

THE END