Always Get What I Want

This is my first story, good or bad let me know.

"Sentry Security, we have detected an alarm activation can I get your security code?"

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"No ma'am, that is your keypad code. I need your verbal password to verify you are who you say you are?"

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"The hint you instructed us to give is Mark's middle name."

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"Thank you, now I need you to turn off your alarm."

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"You enter your keypad code then press OFF"

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"The first code you gave me."

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"The one with the numbers."

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"You have to type it into the keypad, then press OFF."

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"That's not the OFF button."

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This is the only side of the conversation Terry had with the customer I was able to hear, yet I knew exactly what was being said. Working the 11 to 7 shift (that's PM to AM) we got to deal with people at their worst, both mentally and morally. At least that's the excuse I try to give them to be at least somewhat positive. Truth be told, after working the day shift a few times, people are just stupid.

After several more minutes, I finally see Terry clear the call off the que. I can see that she is straight up frustrated. I'm not gonna lie, Terry is damn cute, and by cute I mean fucking hot. 5 foot 9, athletic build with a tight bubble butt, 32 C's, long straight brown hair, brown eyes and a deep tan from her Native American ancestry. I couldn't help but be turned on when she pulled her hair back in frustration accentuating her high cheek bones and long neck.

"Let me guess...you told them how to reset the system, they wouldn't listen and demanded to talk to a tech, you three way called them, tech told them the same thing you said, system is now fixed?"

Terry glared right at me. "I swear people are the stupidest yet most arrogant assholes."

I couldn't disagree with her. Every now and then a small mom and pop shop had a fire or an elderly couple would have a break in when they're home and we would feel good about the job were doing. Unfortunately, for the most part, it was self-entitled rich elitist douche bags that didn't know the difference between a keypad and a motion sensor.

"Well what do you expect? When you're that rich you can afford to have someone think for you?"

Terry just laughed at this. It's true though. Many of our clients were from Monterey, Carmel and Menlo-Atherton. Most of these people you never have heard of and have more money than the most famous celebrity you can think of. To be hones though, it's not that these people were stupid. Most of them actually made their own money, and to have that kind of capitol you have to know what you're doing. However, for some reason, for how smart as they are on the business side, they were complete idiots when it came to the most basic of home security systems.

This was our nights, some dumb ass would trip their own alarm, we would tell them how to fix it, they would argue before finally doing what we told them to do, one of us would vent at how stupid they are, the other would make a smart ass remark...

Wash

Rinse

Repeat

The day shift finally arrived (about 15 minutes late as usual) and Terry and I filed out to the break room to sign out and gather our stuff from our lockers.

"I guess I'll see you on Sunday." I say to her. "I'll miss ya." I add teasingly. It was my Tuesday while it was her Friday.

"I want to come in tonight to cover for Rob for OT since he's out on his honeymoon."

"I thought Carlos was going to pull a double and cover." I replied.

"We'll see..."

There was something about the way she said it like she had something up her sleeve. Part of me hoped she was right. Not that anything was going on between us. Terry was physically way out of my league, plus I was very much happy with my fiancé Kara. Terry was always the 'oooh what if...' kind of girl. Kara was the one that I knew would always be by my side and supported me in all my dreams. Which was not at Sentry Security. Not to mention she in her own right was hot. 5 foot 4, long black curly hair, 38 DD's, hazel eyes, dark tan in the summer due to her Native American roots (I think I may have a type) and an energy level that I have always tried but never been able to keep up with.

My drive home always made me happy I worked the night shift. Having the reverse commute and seeing all the poor souls stuck in traffic made me happy I'd be home in 40 minutes rather than 2 hours. I knew that by the time I got home that Kara would be at work so the house would be left to me. I had my daily routine when I was by myself of eggs and bacon (hey I like breakfast, even if it's my dinner) read up on the news, rub one out to some porn then bed by 9:30 AM.

I heard some rustling downstairs and I checked my phone on my nightstand seeing it was only 2:30. I figured Kara got home early and went back to sleep. Soon I heard the door to our room open and close and felt a hand moves up my right calf. I peel my slightly eyes open to see Terry standing ant the foot of my bed. She is wearing black yoga pants with a mesh side, grey spaghetti strapped sports bra with pink trim, hair pulled back into a high ponytail and her dark brown eyes looking straight into mine.

I tried to yell out but for some reason I couldn't speak. Matter of fact I couldn't move at all. I tried all that I could but nothing was working, yet for some reason my dick was as hard as it's ever been. I will never brag and say that I'm the largest dick on the planet, actually I'm quite average in length, though I'm quite content believing that I am a little above average in girth. At this moment, I was as big as I would ever get. I was so hard it borderlines painful.

"SSShhhhh, relax. I want this." Terry tells me still staring straight into my eyes. She leans down so I can see straight down her sports bra and slowly crawls up the bed. Her hands were sliding up my thighs and up my gym shorts that were my normal sleeping attire. I felt her right hand gently slide up my cock, fingers wrapping around it. Her left hand reached my balls and started to play with them. Precum started oozing out of my slit. Terry then pulled down my gym shorts freeing my cock, feeling the cool air. Her hand again grasped my cock and started to stroke it's length, spreading the precum up and down. She took one long lick with her long narrow tongue from the top of my balls to the tip of my cock.

"Like I said, I want this" she repeated right before she wrapped her lips around the crown of my cock.

To say that the feeling was beyond incredible would be and understatement. Her lips gave a suction like know other while her tongue would play with my crown. Her head began to bob up and down on my cock and soon my hands were able to move. I completely forgot about where I was, Kara, everything. The only thing that mattered was Terry sucking my cock better than I've ever had. I reach up and grasp the back of her head, forcing it lower onto my cock. I hear her start to gag, as a mixture of saliva and precum is running down my cock and balls. She then pulled off my cock and her hand grasped it, continuing to stroke it with a string of saliva was between my cock and her chin.

"I WANT MORE!" she growled at me. Instinctly l grabbed the back of her head and pulled it back down onto my cock. My hips were now able to move and thrust up into her mouth. I heard Terry gag as I bottomed forced my cock down her throat. As much as she gagged she didn't pull off, the back of her throat massaging my cock as I continued to fuck her mouth. Juices were running down my cock when I felt my balls tighten. Somehow she knew I was about to cum when she pulled back from me.

"I WANT YOUR CUM!!" she yelled, both hands stroking my cock, mascara streaking down her face. The constant stimulation of my cock and the visual before me gave me no chance to resist. She pointed my cock straight up when I finally came. Rope after rope of cum shot across her face, into her hair as she continued to stroke my cock. She wiped the cum from her face and licked it off her fingers.

"Mmmmm, I always get what I want." She said in a sultry tone, never once taking her eyes off of mine.

I woke up quite startled when I heard the front door downstairs slam shut. My gym shorts were completely wet. I couldn't believe it, the last time I had a wet dream I was in high school. I tossed it up to the fact that my fiancé wanted a 6 month break from sex before the wedding. Well, one month down, 5 to go.

I quickly jumped out of bed and into the shower to clean myself off. I used that excuse to throw a load of clothes, gym shorts included, into the laundry. Kara was gratefully surprised but tired from work. I told here that I would make dinner while she takes a shower and gets into something more comfortable. I had dinner done by the time she came downstairs. We spent the evening with Kara venting about her coworkers. Something about them not taking her seriously and staring at her tits. Secretly I couldn't blame them, they were amazing DD's. In the end however, I really couldn't tell you the details of what she said, the images of my wet dream kept running through my head. We watched an episode of Deadliest Catch before Kara went to bed and I got ready for work.

I arrived at work at 10:50 (I sure do hope the swing shift appreciated that they didn't have to wait on those who were on day shift) and was waiting in the breakroom for my time to clock in when I say Terry walk in. My cock hardened seeing her in tight black skinny jeans, loose fitting sweater that hung off one shoulder, and a pink bra strap. She laughed as I was looking dumbly at her.

"I thought Carlos was working tonight?"

"I told you..." she replied, "I always get what I want."