One Shot Steamy Stories

CHOSEN BODY GUARD

My dad is a strict father. He never, not even once, agreed to my choice of boyfriend. He would always say that my taste doesn't come up at par with my mom, my aunt, and I guess the whole clan.

Being the only child born to a multi-millionaire couple, it's hard to have friends. I only have 2, Louina and Charlotte. I had them since I was 7 years old. I have 3 people always with me besides my 2 friends. That's my nanny, my chauffeur, and a bodyguard, who I always fire because I don't want any of them. They don't care about what I feel. They follow my father's rules. I understand them, but I have my feelings too. I just want some freedom. I want to have a little fun.

My recent bodyguard was fired by my dad because He made advances while I was tipsy turvy due to drinking a little with my dad's peer's heirs. I am not a person who takes liquor as their everyday lifestyle, so I easily get drunk. But I had to that time.

He looked for somebody he can trust and depend on for my safety, as he would always say. The other day, another guy came to be my bodyguard. Well, I might say, he is handsome. Much taller than me, broad shoulders, a relatively narrow waist, and well-built torso, clean-shaven, prominent nose, lips that seem to invite my lips to kiss, smooth hair, hazel eyes, and thick eyebrows. My type of guy.

For starters, I gave him a hard time. I told him to go somewhere else while I was on the other side. He kept on looking for me, until he found me, worried and out of breath.

“Are you okay? What's your name again?"

"Yes, madam. I thought...."

“You thought you lost me and my father would fire you as well. You want to work for him longer?"

“Yes, it's Roscoe. You can call me Roscoe"

He answered while catching his breath.

"Then...follow me!"

I smiled at him with I-told-you-so-look. Then I told him to accompany me to the hotel, but he has to wait in the lobby because I have a meeting upstairs. When I came down, he was alert, saw me immediately, and began to walk at my back again.

"How was your meeting with your man, madam?"

I sharply looked at him

“What do you mean?"

“The guy in the room? I am a bodyguard so I followed you."

I smirked at him and gave a stern look.

"Please don't tell my father or you're fired!"

"I know you won't tell, so, I won't tell. I just need you to be safe."

Then shot back that I-told-you-so-smile at me. That started our friendship. From then on, he hid all my secrets and gave me a little leeway. I also noticed him in a very positive way.

The days passed, I would just be in the house or at the office, which is where my parents have their offices too. My bodyguard, would of course be where I am. In the office, I would demand him to be outside of my office room. He can just be far away from me whenever I'm outside of those places.

But I'm getting the hang of it that he is around. I even get thrilled by his short glances and whispers in my ear whenever he would tell me something not to be heard of everybody. His care flatters me a lot, his sweetness embraces my emotions. And I miss him whenever he's not around. His glances and touches sometimes excite me or arouse me, electricity seems to strike my inner core. My heartbeats are faster when he escorts me, I feel safe.

One day, I felt so sad, I think I cried a little because my boyfriend dumped me. He couldn't take the pressure of my lifestyle. He is rich, but at my age, having a bodyguard, a nanny, and a chauffeur to follow me everywhere....he said he couldn't breathe anymore, so we broke up.

I was crying, looking at the window, into the large city of New Jersey, when Roscoe came to ask me If I wanted some food. I simply said no. But I know he knows.

The next day while I was still at home, my chauffeur called in sick, Roscoe had to drive for me to my office and asked permission for an hour of break, but he pleaded for me not to escape and leave without him. I would have to, it's my chance, but I was too sad to do anything drastic, so I stayed in the office.

When he came back, he asked,

“Are you okay? If you need me, I'll be outside."

“I think I want to go home."

“Are you sure?"

“Ya, let's go. "

My face and my tone were still sad. I took my bag and Roscoe got everything else. When I sat in the car, I saw a bunch of flowers by my seat, I read the card which says, "Cheer up, you are so beautiful!"

“Roscoe, who gave the flowers?"

“Me, I just want you to feel a little better."

"Thank you"

And I sat at the back in silence, but I feel I blushed and my face turned hot. Not wanting to show him how I appreciated the gesture. I love flowers, and they are one of my weaknesses. I easily fall for the guy who gives me flowers. I brought my flowers to my room, not telling anybody who they came from. When I locked myself in the room, I smelled the flowers, giving me the shivers and butterflies in my stomach. Am I in love or am I just flattered?

The next day, I felt better, my chauffeur is still sick, so it's me and Roscoe again.

“You feel better, you're smiling now."

“Ya, thanks to that person who gave me flowers."

And I gave him a different smile when he looked at me in the rear mirror. I felt like seducing him, esp that we are the only ones in a highly tinted car.

“What happened to Leo? When is he going to work?"

I asked about the chauffeur. I was thinking of having fun with my bodyguard while my chauffeur is gone. I was fantasizing about Roscoe last night and how he can lust for me. He stands to my father's rules, I'm not sure if he will yield to my desires.

“They said he caught some flu and will be back in 2 days, I guess you don't like my driving?"

When he said that, I felt he was offended but I gave him a sultry look.

“Oh, I like it. It's just I want you to be my driver and bodyguard."

“Is that a compliment or should I be scared?"

He flirtatiously looked at me in his rear mirror.

"Scared of? I just want to have fun, that's all....."

I paused, looked seductively at him, and...

"Have fun with you...."

He blushed a little and I believe he got excited too. I went down by the building entrance and he parked. Later on, he was already in my office.

“I'll be outside if you need me."

Secretaries and other staff eyed Roscoe, they would shriek and smile whenever he would walk past them. I am alone in my office, my secretary has her corner outside my door.

"Can you stay? Just be somewhere I can see you while I work."

Studying some documents on my table, I see his glances at the corner of my eye. Giving me shivering wetness down at my core. I also gave him glances and sensual smiles. While I sat on my couch talking on the phone, he stood far away from me, I felt like grabbing him and making it out with him. But he stood smartly, though I know he stared at me differently. When I walk past him to go to my meeting on another floor. I accidentally brush myself in front of him, I felt his bulge. I looked at him with a quizzical look. And he explained

“Your looks did that."

I just smiled and went to my meeting. The meeting was too boring for me. I can't take off my mind feeling his bulge, I aroused him? All I was thinking the whole time was having s*x with my bodyguard. I want to feel his kisses, his touches, his boner. Since I am active with my boyfriend before, I am safe with injections. The thought of it all made my p***y wet.

After the meeting, I told my secretary that I'll be eating my lunch out and maybe back after some time. I went out. Of course, Roscoe will be with me.

In the car, I put on some lotion on my arms and legs and sprayed myself with cologne. He looked at the rear mirror.

“Where to?"

With a seductive look and voice, I answered.

"Where do you want?"

His face was quizzical. But his smile was a don't-start-with-me look. If I want to have s*x with him, he won't start or he will lose his job. My p***y is wet and my desire is overwhelming inside.

“Remember the hotel where you first followed me to the room, that place."

His expression zoned into me with questions, Who will you be with? Are you having s*x with somebody? Are you seducing me?

When we came to the hotel, I alighted at the entrance and he parked. I booked a room and ordered some food and went straight to the room. I know he was already following me but hiding. When I closed the door, I relaxed for a bit and refreshed myself in the restroom. I took off my blazer, showing my formal tank top and mini skirt to match it. Room service knocked and I let him in. With the room service was Roscoe, making sure that I was alone and the room service left without touching me.

“Hi, have you eaten? Would you like to eat with me?"

He tried to avoid my gestures and shun looking at me. But I sat on the couch to eat, I saw him glance at my lacey panty that showed through my mini skirt.

“Aren't you hungry, it's lunchtime, I ordered for a whole city, so we can eat!"

“Can I go out to eat?"

I stood up and came nearer my bodyguard who was standing by the door.

“And why won't you eat with me?"

“I'm having a hard time controlling myself."

I ran my fingers on his face, he tried to control and keep his straight posture and eyes somewhere beside me. But I was too full of lust to stop myself now.

“Control yourself of what?"

“Of eating you...I mean of eating with you. I am not allowed to stay near you."

I ran my fingers through his face then through his torso, I can see the bulge in front, it makes me fantasize.

“I won't tell if you won't tell! Daddy doesn't have to know."

Then I ran my fingers again to seduce him, this time he caught it hard with his hand, looked at me sternly.

“You're a naughty girl. And I can smell your arousal."

“You do? And what do we do about it?"

He pulled me as he was about to rampage my v****a. Then he slowly laid me on my back with a pillow propped under my head, spread my legs, and bend them at the knees. He started to rub the opening of my vulva. He went slow to fast, soft to hard. It felt good I moaned a little. He massaged the fleshy area on the top of my pubic bone, then ran his fingers along the outer and inner lips of my vulva. Then, he started to slide his fingers and toyed into my v****a, moving deeper as he goes. He mixed it up with a range of motions, from stroking and circular, to in and out. He started rubbing and stroking my c******s through the hood, forming a "V" with his pointer and middle fingers, and slid them up and down the sides of my c******l shaft.

“Roscoe....ahhhhh...."

“Austin, my real name is Austin. Moan my real name, c*m for me.!"

“Austin, ahhhhh....it feels soo good!"

He found a rhythm that makes me feel good. He moved his fingers faster and harder and my c******s becomes more wet, giving me more orgasm when he did heavy pressure. Then he positioned himself in front of me. His c**k is definitely bigger than my ex.

First, he massaged my vaginal opening with his c**k, then he slowly inserted it into my v****a. My vaginal wall stretched at the size of him. Penetrating my v****a with his c**k brought me immense pleasure. Then he increased the speed and pressure thrusting faster and harder, and the good vibrations began to build, feeling an explosive orgasm.

“Aaahhhhh....."

I think I came first because he is still thrusting hard, giving my walls more shivers and another orgasm is coming.... then.....

“Liana, you are so beautiful!"

Then we both came. He rested on top of me for seconds and kissed me on my cheek. And laid beside me, he caught my hand with his.

“Can I hold your hand?"

And he held it and kissed it.

Do you......"

“Do this with my bodyguards? No, it's just you. You're the second guy to..."

“Your ex was your first?"

“Ahum...? Please don't tell anyone. My dad would kill you"

“Why me? Did you noticed I liked you?"

"No, You're the only one who cared, who gave me flowers...Leo won't be here tomorrow yet, am I correct?"

“That's what they said. You're a naughty girl....."

We teased each other and had a passionate f**k this time.