The Bodyguard
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I, Vivian Foster, am a popular vocalist. You, Tyrone Cortez, are my bodyguard, and my best friend since childhood. I trust you with my life.
I come offstage, it's the last show of the tour. You hustle me out to the limo amidst screaming fans. We greet the chauffeur as we get into the car. All windows are up. We have complete privacy as we begin our long journey home.
Terrible thoughts have been tearing me up inside lately. So much so that I begin to quietly cry. To hide my tears I turn towards the window, but I should have known better. There is nothing I can hide from you. You noticed almost instantly. "Hey, hey. Whats wrong, princess?", you ask me, scooting closer and placing one very muscular arm around my shoulder.
I've been holding the hurt and pain in for so long, that, right at that moment, my drizzle became a downpour as hard sobs started shaking my shoulders. I didn't want to burden you with my troubles, but I could not hold on any longer. It's just too much to bear.
"The stress", I begin in between sniffles, "is too much for me. Movie deals, concerts, promotions, autographs, pictures. The list just goes on and on and on. My schedule is so full that I can't even make room for the tiniest bit of romance. Meikal (pronounced Michael), I feel as though I'm in my own little world. That no one really cares about me as a person, but only as an artist. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love my fans to death, but. Sometimes I'd like to get away from it all. To do personal things that pleases me. Like growing a garden in my own backyard. Taking long walks on the beach, or a swim. And most of all I'd like to be able to share my free time with someone special."
Gently kissing away my tears, you pull me close in a gentle hug. "Ssshhh, baby please don't cry", you say in your soothing baritone, kissing my forehead. And while nuzzling my neck, you say in my ear barely above a whisper, "Thats not true, baby. You have me." You take my hand into yours and begin a slow, sensual massage. The message I read in your eyes is unmistakable. "Honey", you continue, "I love you so much, that it's all I can do to keep from falling apart at night, going crazy from not being able to touch you", You lift my hands to your lips and apply a gentle kiss to the inside of my wrist, which sends shivers through my body. Then you tug on my hand, pulling me close to you, "to hold you."
You slide a hand around my waist, drawing me closer. I close my eyes, awaiting the thrill that I know will soon follow. Your kiss was wild and heavy. I couldn't have moved if you'd let go of me. It didn't seem possible to do anything except surrender. I let my head fall back, and a moment later I was arched backwards and your lips were at my throat. Hot. Burning. I expected to carry the brand of your mouth for the rest of my life. You hold nothing back as you return to my lips to deliver this powerful, mind boggiling kiss. Your tongue, at first dancing around the edge of my mouth, then glides inside, setting afire everything that it touches.
As you continue this kiss, you guide my hand to your groin, allowing me to explore something very enormous. I can feel every inch of its hungry
length. It was as hot as your lips, but this firebrand was not soft. It was hard.
The two of us breathing frantically, you finally end this kiss. You hold my gaze as you remove the clips from my dark browk, curly hair, allowing it to cascade over my shoulders. I am stunned to silence, which is new because I can usually talk your head off. Now, all I can do is stare back at you, my best friend, as I digest this new side of you. Surprised at what I've just learned, um heard, and even more confused by the emotions swarming around inside of me from that kiss, from you of all people. All I can do is sit there, motionless. Much to your liking, I bet. "You are so beautiful", I hear you say.
Finally finding my senses, I notice the glint in your eyes as you stare hungrily at my moist lips. You come towards me for another round, but this time I'm prepared. This time, I pull away. "Oooh no you don't. Not again. This isn't right, Meikal, and you know it."
But Meikal's not listening, for his self-control vanished the moment his lips touched her skin. All he knows is he's just sampled the sweetest, most deluctble lips of all of man-kind. And they belong to this beautiful tigress sitting before him. With natural violet, exotic eyes, and skin made of the finest chocolate. And like most people, once you get a taste of the best... Damn, he thinks to his self, If those lips taste this good, then I wonder what the rest of her tastes like. Always one for an adventure, and for second (and everlasting) helpings, with a cheshire grin slowly creeping upon his face, he continues his descent towards his living feast.
Gently cupping my face into your hands, you begin to nibble on my chin, my lips, and kissing my mouth. Our tongues are feelng each other's soft wetness. "You taste so sweet", you say, "Like the world's finest wine." All I can do is moan in reply as I feel your magic working it's way through my system, igniting my adrenaline. I shiver once more, even though I'm feeling a firy sensation burn through my veins. You continue your torture of my senses, nibbling upon my lips, a low moan escaping from me. Your tongue begins a slow glide, in and out of my mouth, a slow tongue-fuck which lasts a few minutes before you then twist your tongue around mine, then begin to suck my tongue in and out of your mouth. Mmmmm, my pussy is throbbing out of control.
As you continue your skillful demolition of my resolve, you slide the left strap of my violet, shimmery dress down my shoulder, which reveals a pair of huge, highly sensative breasts. You cup my left titty within your hand. You're rewarded with a series of moans and groans as you begin a sensual massage, occasionally tugging and gently twisting my fat nipple between your fingers. You apply the same technique to my other breast, and begin trailing butterfly kisses from my mouth, along the side of my neck, finding the spot that drives me crazy. My thongs are getting soaked from the stream of cumn flowing from my pussy. "Meikal!", I call out your name in what I hope sounds to you like a desperate plea for you to stop. You lift your head to look me in my eyes, watching my reactions to your continued maniuplations of my breasts. "Yes, baby. Say my name.", in your oh so sexy barritone. "Mmmmmm", I can not help but to moan in satisfaction to the sound of your voice, so thick, so husky, so... masculine. Still, not totally ready to wave the white flag just yet (stubborn as I am), I try again to regain some composure, "Meikal, please.", I say in a begging tone, which sounds, even to my own ears, more like a plea for more... At this, you increase the pleasure: this time you tighten your grip on my right nipple while taking my left nipple into your mouth, obviously mistaking my plea.
My mind is so blown away that I'd like nothing more than to surrender to the sweet sensations your mouth is providing, but I know that this is wrong. We need to do what is right. I try to pull away from you yet again, to move further away, but you strengthen your hold on me and continue to skillfully work my nipples with your fingers, teeth, and tongue. Your teeth grazing my nipple, your tongue lickity licking it, and your fingers squeezing and twisting the other. Access denied is the clear message you're sending me: You have no intension of letting go of me. "Meikal, please." I beg again, "We have to stop this before...mmmm" My mind just went completely blank as you bite down on my nipple and then swipe your tongue back and forth and all around it in a circular motion. Damn, this brotha is too good!, I think to myself. "Mmmmmmm. Boy, I can't think straight when you do that." "That's the whole idea", you say, and continue to work your magic, this time adding my kitty to the circus.
With the fingers of your right hand, you work the outer layers of my throbbing pussy, (clit and all), while continuing to work my breasts with your mouth. You then glide your fat, middle finger inside, burying it as deep as it could possibly go. You twirl your finger around, even grinding it against the walls of my pussy, before finally adding another digit, and then a third, to the inside of my hot cumn drenched cunt. That feels real good and all, even have me screaming your name. But I want something thicker, something harder, something... longer. "Meikal...", I call out your name yet again. This time, there is no mistaking what I want. Sensing my surrender, you pull away from me and hold my gaze as you unzip your pants and pull out your hard cock. Your hand begins to glide up and down your throbbing erection. Precum slowly oozing out of its 'eye'. You again guide my hand to your hot hardon. "Do you trust me?", you ask. "With all of my life", which is true.
After kissing and caressing my body for what seems like an eternity, you finally pull me to the floor of the huge limo, and lay me onto my back. As you slowly push your anaconda into my beautiful, wet, hot pussy, you gaze into my eyes and tell me you've been waiting so long for this opportunity, to show me how much you care about me, love me. The moment you begin the slow rhythm of grinding your hardness into my kitty, I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of your lips now dancing on my neck, my erect nipples. Basking in the glow of our lovemaking. Our bodies joining in a perfect union, my own body moving to match your rhythm. I continue to moan "mmmm baby please, don't stop", "awww yes", "you make me feel so beautiful".
Your thrusts become harder, quicker. I feel you driving your hard cock deeper into my wet pussy... feels so nice that you want it to last. You pull out, kiss me until my head starts spinning, and flip me over on my stomach and then, I can feel your hands caressing my ass, lubing it with the large amount of cum which has erupted from my now swollen mound. You gently slide your three fat dripping fingers deep into my ass making me moan loudly. My erotic words of encouragement turns you on. Makes your cock harder. With your other hand you stroke your cum soaked shaft. I feel your dick pressing against the tight rectum, probing for a slow entry. I hear a soft pop. Again I let out a loud moan of appreciation. I feel like I'm finally home, where I belong.
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