Security Breach

Bruno stood at his post like he always did, eyes sharp, shoulders squared. Nothing slipped past him. That was the rule until Ashley walked in. She looked young, barely old enough to be in the building, and every blond hair caught the light. She stopped right in front of him, close enough that he could smell her perfume, and asked for directions with a smile that said she already knew the way. Bruno tried to keep his voice flat, but her mouth brushed his ear before he could finish the sentence. Her fingers slid down his zipper, and all that iron focus cracked open. She dropped to her knees, took him deep, and the hall filled with wet sounds he had never imagined hearing on his shift. When she turned, lifted her short skirt, and pushed back onto him, he gave up the fight. His cock sank into her ass in slow, greedy strokes while her soft gasps echoed off the marble. He came hard across her face, streaks landing on flushed cheeks and parted lips, and the rest of the building kept running as if the breach had never happened.