The Temptress's Seduction

In the heart of a luxurious residential district, I stand as a sentinel, diligently performing my duties day in and day out. My responsibilities include overseeing the comings and goings of visitors and assisting with parking in the garage.

One day, a resident sauntered into my security office, tossing a bag brimming with money onto the table.

He said, "Could you do me a favor in the garage? Here's 7,000 dollars for your trouble."

Although I've received tips from residents before, the audacity of this man's wealth left me somewhat perplexed.

"What exactly do you need me to do?" I asked.

The man remained silent and punched a string of numbers into my phone. "I'll tell you when you get to the garage. I'll call you with instructions."

Unable to resist the allure of the money, I made my way to the garage and started locating the luxury car as per the man's instructions. As I opened the car door, the sight that greeted me nearly caused my nose to bleed.

Inside sat a stunning woman, dressed in a tight professional blouse and a form-fitting skirt. Her face was flushed, her eyes filled with a certain allure, and she lay in the back seat, her legs tightly closed, her brow furrowed in apparent discomfort.

The top buttons of her blouse were undone, revealing a hint of her pink lace bra.

I glanced around nervously. After making sure no one was approaching, I ducked behind the car, wondering if I had made a mistake. But the license plate matched the number the man had given me.

The sounds of whimpering and moaning from within the car made my blood run cold. The women who lived in this district were mostly married, and all of them were wealthy. If I took advantage of this situation, I would surely be in deep trouble.

I stepped back in a panic as my phone buzzed with a new message. [Now, you need to help this woman out of her skirt, let her raise her hips, and play with her!]

I felt as if I had been struck by lightning. Was this the favor he was asking?

After a few seconds of hesitation, I decided to take the risk. The opportunity to earn money and have some fun with a beautiful woman was worth it, even if it killed me. I stepped into the luxury car and closed the door.

I pulled off her skirt to reveal a tiny pink thong. After I removed her skirt, she spread her legs wide and moaned, "Hurry... help me..." She guided my hand downwards.

As her face grew redder, she arched her back, pushing her chest towards me, and moaned, "Oh... you're so good..." I withdrew my hand, noticing a large wet spot and her trembling legs.

Just one more task, and the 7,000 dollars would be mine!

Just as I was about to turn the woman over, there was a knock on the window. Someone outside was shouting, "Hey! Can you move your car? We can't get out!"

Afraid that they would discover what we were doing, I quickly pushed the woman down and lay on top of her, hiding from the people outside. I covered her mouth to muffle her moans, but she licked my hand.

A wave of desire washed over me, making my scalp tingle and my blood rush.

The woman writhed beneath me, her body pressed tightly against mine. I gritted my teeth and held her legs still.

After three long minutes, the shadow outside the window disappeared, leaving behind a puzzled comment, "Strange, I thought I saw movement in the car."

I finally released the woman. She sat up and spread her legs, swaying her hips towards me and moaning, "Please... help me again..." I found a large toy in the car and inserted it into her.

The sounds of liquid filled the car as I exited, finding a secluded spot to relieve my own desire. After all, the man had only said I could play with the woman, not that I could relieve myself.

When I returned to the security office, the man was gone, leaving only the bag of money on the table.

I counted it and found an extra thousand dollars, seemingly a reward from the man. I happily pocketed the 8,000 dollars and returned to my post, thinking such an opportunity would never come again.

But that evening, the resident returned to the security office, asking for my help once more.