The Dark Secrets of a School Guard: Tales of Lust and Desire

A school guard is consumed by his sexual desires and embarks on a series of illicit encounters with students and staff.

My name is Lefi. I am a school guard at a junior high school. I have been living at this school for a long time. Previously, I lived here with my wife, but since she and the kids moved to my hometown, I took over the duty of guarding the school.

Initially, there were 2 other security guards named Toto and Roy who also worked at this school, but they were old and often fell ill. Eventually, I became the only one guarding the school at night. The school does have security guards to ensure safety, but they only work until 3-4 pm, as the students go home by 1 pm. So, after that, it’s my responsibility to guard the school.

I am close to the principal because we have a family connection. That’s why I was allowed to stay at the school. Of course, there have been some spooky stories, thefts, and even sexual encounters that I’ve experienced while living here. Especially regarding sex, I have had sexual relationships a few times, even with one of the students at this school. But I am grateful that there has never been a case that got me fired or embarrassed.

I started guarding this school in the early 2000s. In 2004, my wife and kids moved to our hometown. For two years, I still had Toto as my companion. However, in 2006, I was left alone at this school.

The principal offered assistance for me to still stay at the school, but I declined, saying, “It’s alright, sir. I’m fine.” Eventually, he let me stay alone at the school, although my wife and kids would stay here for a few months now and then.

My first sexual experience happened in 2006. It was around 6:30-7 pm when I was doing rounds in each classroom. It was a routine task I did every day because, by this time, all the lights in the school were off. Only the light near my bedroom was still on. The light was located next to the canteen at the back of the school or outside the school. Inside the classrooms and teachers’ rooms, it was dark.

At that time, I carried a flashlight to illuminate each classroom. When I was in class 2A, my flashlight suddenly illuminated the figure of a female student sitting at one of the desks. I thought she was a ghost, so I called out, “Hey, who are you?” But she didn’t respond. I then tried to open the door to class 2A and discovered it was tied shut from the outside with a rope. Maybe it was just a prank by some students, tying the classroom door like that.

I took out a small sharp knife to quickly cut the rope and untie the door. After that, I entered the classroom. I shone my flashlight towards the female student, who turned out to be named Mira. Mira was a victim of bullying by a group of senior girls in this school. She was a 2nd-grade student, while the bullies were 3rd-grade students.

Mira had just experienced intimidation the day before (I wasn’t exactly sure). Her school uniform was torn, her hair was messy, and her face was covered in lipstick marks. I didn’t know exactly where this incident happened in the school, but for me, it was a blessing.

Mira, with her disheveled appearance and nerdy glasses, had a fairly plump body. It seemed like she became an outlet for the violence she had experienced. At first, I was afraid to approach her because I thought she was a ghost or a demon. But eventually, I approached her and asked, “What are you doing here?”

Mira remained silent and looked at me with a sad face. I noticed her torn school uniform, and her bra still covering her quite large breasts. After talking for a while, she told me everything while crying. She shared about the sexual harassment she experienced from the lesbian senior girls who were enticed by her breasts, which despite being younger than them, had already grown bigger. I also noticed that she was wearing a 30C bra, even though she was only in the 2nd grade of junior high.

When I heard about the sexual harassment she went through, I was shocked, but at the same time, I felt a need for sex. Especially since my wife hadn’t been here for over 6 months. For me, this was an opportunity.

Although my thoughts became lewd and my lust started to rise, Mira didn’t seem to care about my presence. She simply looked down without any response. Finally, I closed the classroom door and approached her again.

“Mira,” I softly called her name as I looked at her with eyes full of love.

I undressed myself, slipping off my shorts and shirt, before approaching her completely naked. I reached out for Mira’s breasts, which were still sensitive from the bullying she had just experienced. She attempted to resist, but I continued anyway. I pressed my face against my genitals, asking her to put it in her mouth, but she refused. After satisfying myself with groping, I lifted Mira and asked her to follow me to my room.

I draped my clothes over my shoulder, leaving the classroom completely naked. Mira stood beside me. I instructed her to come with me, intending to have sex in my bedroom.

Just to provide some context, I had closed and locked the school gates at 6:00 pm. So, at the moment, I didn’t consider anyone else to be present except for Mira and me.

I walked freely around the school premises, naked, something I had never done during regular hours. Mira walked beside me, and I guided her, holding her left arm as if I were a police officer escorting a criminal. I was afraid she would try to escape.

Mira then asked, “Where are we going, sir?” as we walked.
I chose to remain silent.

We were almost at the small house behind the school, which served as my room. When we arrived, I opened the door and asked Mira to enter.
In my mind, this was going to be a free sex scene. Turns out, it was true.

After entering the room, which only had a makeshift bed consisting of a mattress on top of a mat, I asked Mira to sit there.
I was already naked, and suddenly, my penis became erect!

Without hesitation, I undressed Mira, tearing off her uniform, starting from her bra, panties, and even her shoes, until she was completely naked.
“Stay with me tonight, Mira,” I said.

Mira, a shy girl with glasses who often fell victim to bullying and sexual harassment, looked at me with sad, resigned eyes as I asked her to lie down on the bed where I usually slept.
Since I had been sleeping all day and only woke up at half past six in the afternoon, I had no idea what had happened to Mira and her assault.
I inserted my penis into Mira’s tight vagina, and it was a bit difficult to enter. Mira moaned in pain as the action began.

I held both her hands and continued thrusting my penis into her vagina.
The incredible sensation of pleasure overwhelmed me!
Mira surrendered and didn’t resist as I thrust hard. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was shut.

I kept thrusting into her tight vagina, the vagina of the smartest student in class 2A. Occasionally, Mira tried to struggle to make me stop, but what else could she do?
I changed positions, and I penetrated Mira’s genitals from behind, with her in a doggy-style position. She could only scream in pain!
For two hours, I only focused on my pleasure. Finally, white fluid came out of my penis and landed on Mira’s body! Spurt, spurt, spurt!
After having sex, I went to the bathroom and then to the closet. Inside the closet, I found a girl’s t-shirt that I had stored and forgotten to bring. Fortunately, it fit Mira, who was still naked. I gave her the shirt.

Mira curled up on the bed, and I woke her up, asking her to shower and clean herself.
“Get up, Mira. Take a shower first,” I said.
Like a very obedient child, Mira obeyed my instructions.

I left Mira in the bathroom, where she showered using my soap. At that moment, I became aroused again, even though I had changed clothes. Meanwhile, I unzipped my pants and masturbated behind Mira’s back… After that, I cleaned myself with water.
After showering, I asked her to put on my little girl’s shirt, which happened to fit her. I told her to eat first before I gave her a ride home on my motorcycle.

“Where do you live, Mira? I’ll take you home,” I said.
Mira only replied, “Okay.”

After that, I drove Mira home, although I dropped her off a bit far from her house. Then, I returned to school to continue my usual activities when night fell.

The next morning, I noticed that Mira hadn’t been to school for more than two weeks. It turned out that after the bullying incident, she transferred to another school. I felt that she might have reported the incident to her parents, although it wasn’t about the sexual encounter. Her parents probably chose not to pursue legal action against the school. I didn’t know the process of leaving the school, but one thing was for sure, Mira never attended school here again until I retired in 2012.

Since the incident with Mira, I became addicted to sex. Sometimes, I enjoyed observing the female students and masturbating while watching their bodies through windows in secluded areas, anywhere I could.

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It has been six months since the incident with Mira, but I have not had any sexual encounters since then. My small house is located behind the school, right next to the canteen. There is a dividing wall that separates the canteen from my house. To reach my place, there is a small gate that I sometimes lock when all the students gather at the canteen during break time.

Currently, my mind is consumed by the desire for sex. The only free time I have is between 3:00 pm and 7:00 am. Sometimes, I wonder if there will be similar encounters like the one with Mira, but apparently not.

Our school canteen is the only one and is located at the far right corner of the school. It is owned by Ms. Lisa and her husband, Mr. Don. They usually open the food stall when the school is empty, except on Saturdays and Sundays. Sometimes, I help them wash the dishes when I feel like it.

Finally, I had a chance for a sexual encounter, but not with a student. It was with Ms. Lisa. Here’s how it happened: I was in the bathroom behind the canteen, cleaning my genitals because I had just masturbated when the new student arrived in the morning.

After cleaning myself, I decided to clean it again with soap. Suddenly, Ms. Lisa opened the bathroom door without realizing I was inside. It just so happened, I dared to be seen by Ms. Lisa.

“Sir,” I called out to her while she was cleaning the long table where the students ate. The table was covered in various stains.

Suddenly, Ms. Lisa gripped the cloth in her right hand when she saw me half-naked. She was shocked and immediately turned her face away and spat. I continued to masturbate, with a distance of about 8 meters between us. Ms. Lisa seemed indifferent, but suddenly, semen shot out from quite a distance. It landed in front of me. After that, I cleaned my genitals again, left the bathroom, and planned to clean up the semen that fell on the floor, but it turned out Ms. Lisa had already cleaned it!

I approached her, and she grumbled, “Damn it!” in frustration. I remained silent and left her behind.

Over the past few months, after the incident with Ms. Lisa, I also found myself seeking sexual gratification elsewhere. Her name was Qila, a girl with a curvaceous body who often wore tight clothes.

It was around 3 in the afternoon, and the security guard had already gone home and bid me farewell. I was cleaning the restroom in the 3rd-grade classroom, which was located at the end of the school. That’s when Qila and her friend, Maya, passed by. I was surprised when they approached me and said, “Sir, Mr. Lefi.”

I turned around and saw two women outside the bathroom. “What’s up?” I asked.

Turned out, that Qila had left her book in the classroom drawer. They wanted to go back to the classroom to retrieve it. Once it was clear, we walked towards the classroom and I opened the door for them. They went inside.

There was commotion between them. The book was nowhere to be found. They asked me where it was. I replied, “How would I know?” Eventually, they left the school after searching for their book.

After finishing cleaning the restroom, I was surprised to find Qila still lingering on the school grounds. I asked her, “What’s the matter?”

It turned out that Qila was upset because she had put $50 inside her book, and now it was missing. I was also puzzled as to who could have taken it. Qila asked me to double-check in the classroom. I escorted her to the classroom and she searched through every drawer but found nothing. I waited outside, and shortly after, Qila came out of the classroom.

“It’s not here,” said Qila.

“Well, that was the money for paying her tuition. What if it’s lost?” I said.

Finally, we had a long conversation to resolve the issue. I intended to help her, but could only give her whatever money I had, around $20. In 2008, that amount of money was considered significant compared to now (2019), at least in my understanding.

“Well, just come with me to my place. I’ll get the money,” I said. We walked towards the back of the school, heading to my small house. Qila sat in the narrow yard outside my house, while I went to get around $20.

After retrieving the money, I came out and approached Qila to negotiate. “Here, the money for you, but…” I said.

“But what, Sir?” Qila asked.

“I can help, but you have to… understand, right?” I replied.

“What do you mean, Sir?” Qila answered.

“It’s quiet here. Just come in for a little while. There’s no one around,” I said, and she understood.

“Are you suggesting that you’ll accompany me, eww?” Qila replied.

“Well, it’s up to you,” I said shortly.

Qila hesitated and looked down. I then flaunted the money to her, because after all, why would she refuse? Especially since Qila was no longer a virgin, and she had many boyfriends, as I heard about her promiscuous behavior.

“If it’s $30, I’m in, Sir,” Qila said.

And finally, the negotiation was settled. I paid Qila $30, but we ended up having intercourse for more than two hours. Qila’s body was beautiful and slim, and her breasts were soft, with a size of 30B.

When I asked if she had had sex before, she casually answered, “Yes, many times.”
Some may think that I lost out by spending $30, but for me, the most important thing was the satisfaction I gained.

During the remaining years of my work here, from 2008 until 2012 when I decided to retire, I spent my time seeking sexual satisfaction. I had sexual encounters with several female students, although not too frequently. I had to find ways to make it happen. One interesting story was when I had sex with Yelan, a 7th grade student. Although this should not have been done and I was aware of the risks, fortunately, there were no serious problems. During break time, when I was granted permission to go to the restroom, I took the opportunity to meet Yelan. I entered the restroom and quickly squeezed her breasts, even if only for a moment. Finally, I instructed her not to go home immediately after school, but instead hide until all the students and teachers had left, and then I would pick up Yelan for sex.

I had sex with Yelan twice, first from around 3 pm until almost 5 pm, and the second time from around 6:30 pm until almost 9 pm. After that, I carefully escorted Yelan home, just like I did with my sister. Yelan was the only one who didn’t need to leave the school, which was why I continued this affair with her.

In 2010, my freedom was somewhat limited as the school’s principal passed away and was replaced by a younger one. They created a security post for the night shift, which required the presence of a new guard at the school. Eventually, I decided to quit, and in 2012, I retired. Besides, I also felt old and wanted to live in the countryside with my family.

In 2016, I was called back to work at the same school, but I declined the offer. I felt that it was time to truly quit and enjoy my time with my family.

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