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The Bodyguard

Part Two

By Jo. SchmidtPublished 4 years ago 9 min read
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6 MONTHS AGO

Chelsea thought the idea of her having a bodyguard was ridiculous. She understood why her father hired one for her cocaine addicted sister, but she didn’t need one. She did enjoy going out to party with her friends in LA or Hollywood on the weekends, but other than that, Chelsea found herself more focused on finishing her Masters in Urban Planning. However, having the title of St. Peters alone was enough to cause trouble and after thinking about it, Chelsea was happy to have someone always watching out for her and keeping her safe, especially with her moving out of her parents Beverly Hills home into a condo all by herself.

She was even happier when she met Benjamin Watson, the man her father hired to serve as her protection.

Prior to Watson going into personal protection, he was an amature boxer. He had never gone pro but he had trained just as hard as someone who had, and it showed in the build of his body. He clearly worked out a lot and was very strong. From the moment her father introduced them, Chelsea was immediately attracted to him.

Having a bodyguard wasn’t nearly as bad as Chelsea was expecting it to be. When she was out with friends or at school, Watson tended to hang back and watch from a distance.

There were times they would walk together when she was walking to or from school, and after a couple weeks of him working for her, they had started becoming friends. She was really enjoying his company and they would still even spend time together when he wasn’t working. He would often meet up with her at her condo complex and they would work out together at the gym in her building, or they’d go grocery shopping together or even to a movie together.

She loved working out with him because it gave her a chance to stare at him as he lifted weights. She loved watching sweat glisten down his muscles and it took all her strength not to pull his shorts off him and ride him while he was doing his bench presses. She had gone from wearing yoga pants and t-shirts to the gym to wearing nothing but booty shorts and sports bras with the hope of catching Watson’s eye. And catch his eye she definitely did. She grinned every time she caught him watching her tits bounce up and down when she ran on the treadmill or anytime he stared at her ass as she bent over doing squats.

He had been working as her bodyguard for almost three months and nothing had happened besides their hands accidently touching whenever they’d reach for the same item at the grocery store, or reach into a bowl of popcorn at the same time. Chelsea knew it probably wasn’t the best idea to hook up with her bodyguard, but she couldn’t help but be attracted to him and she felt from the way his hand always lingered on hers that he may also be attracted to her. Physically, he was the most attractive man she had ever met, but he was also smart, having studied throughout his boxing career. They enjoyed all the same things and he had a great sense of humor that blended well with hers. So, as much as she knew they shouldn’t hook up or be in any kind of relationship, she couldn’t help imagining being with him and continued trying to catch his eye any chance she had.

It was Friday evening, and having made no plans to go out or anything, Chelsea invited Watson over for pizza and a movie. He arrived at 8PM and together, the two of them picked a movie off Netflix and then ordered a large pizza to share.

They watched the movie silently, just laughing together at the funny moments. It was nearly 11PM when Watson spoke for the first time since they turned the movie on.

“Shit,” he said, “my phone is dying.”

Chelsea looked towards him. “Do you need a charger?” she asked him, sipping her beer.

“Do you have one I can borrow?”

She nodded. “Yeah, in my bedroom, it’s plugged into the wall by the bedside drawer.”

“Thanks so much,” Watson said, standing up and going into her room. Chelsea paused the movie and then looked at the screen of her own phone as she waited for Watson to return to the living room.

“Hey Chelsea?”

“Yes?”

“What’s this?”

Chelsea looked up from her phone and looked towards the door to her bedroom where Watson’s voice was coming from.

Her eyes shot open as she saw in Watson’s hand her bright pink vibrating rabbit sex toy.

“Umm,” she said, at a loss for words. “Where did you find that?”

“On top of your bedside drawer next to the phone charger,” he said.

Fuck, she thought to herself. She had used it the previous evening and then this morning she was running late and ran out the door before she had a chance to put it back into its hiding place.

Chelsea continued to stare at the vibrator in Watson’s hand completely dumbfounded and unsure what to do or say.

Slowly Watson began walking towards her. “You know,” he told her. “I think it’s hot when a girl plays with herself.”

This got Chelsea’s attention off the toy and onto Watson’s face. “What?”

He shrugged. “Women touching themselves, it turns me on.”

Watson walked back to the couch where Chelsea was still sitting and stood in front of her, the pink toy still in hand. “The only thing is,” he asked her, “do you know how to properly use something like this?”

“What do you mean?” Chelsea asked.

Watson got down onto his knees in front of her. Chelsea stared at him wide-eyed as he kneeled in front of her.

“Watson,” she said, “what are you doing?”

“Just making sure you know how to use something like this,” he told her. “Do you want me to teach you?”

Chelsea didn’t move. What was he about to do?

“First thing I need to know.” He dangled the toy in his fingers in front of himself. “What do you think about when you use this little piece of machinery?”

Chelsea bit her lip. There was no way she could tell Watson the truth. That she had been thinking about him almost every single night since they met. But it was pretty clear that Watson already suspected this.

Though Chelsea still hadn’t responded to Watson, she didn’t stop him as he pulled the biker shorts she was wearing down her legs. He spread her knees apart and looked between her legs. She was wearing a white cotton thong underneath her shorts. He looked up at her and grinned. “Why, Ms. St. Peters, your panties seem to be wet.”

“That’s because I’ve been horny for you all night,” she said.

Still grinning at her, Watson looked back between her legs and moved the fabric of her thong to the side, revealing her bare pussy to him. She tensed as she felt one of his fingers run between her pussy lips.

“Oh,” he said, “you are so wet.”

Grabbing the fabric of her thong, he pulled it and her shorts completely off her legs, leaving her naked from the waist down on her couch. He lifted the rabbit up to show her as he turned it on. Chelsea spread her legs even further and watched as Watson took the rabbit and touched the shaft of it to her entrance.

The vibrations instantly sent shocks through her entire body and Chelsea gasped out.

Without inserting it inside her, Watson remained seated between her legs, teasing her pussy with the toy. “Tell me, beautiful,” he said to her. “Tell me what you think about when you play with this.”

Chelsea didn’t answer. She wiggled herself in hopes of getting him to insert it further inside her.

“Don’t be greedy,” Watson told her.

Chelsea still refused to answer. She was too embarrassed to tell him the truth, but the shaft of the rabbit rubbing her would never be enough to make her cum completely.

“Answer my question and I’ll fuck you with this.”

“I think about you,” she finally admitted.

A grin formed on Watson’s face and he inserted the rabbit into her a little bit. “What about me do you think about?”

“I think about you fucking me!”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked her.

“Yes!” she cried out. “So fucking bad.”

Then he shoved the entire shaft of the rabbit inside her. The ears of it touched her clit and vibrated on it causing so many sensations throughout Chelsea’s body. “Oh fuck!” Chelsea cried out, throwing her head back on the cushion of the couch.

Watson continued shoving the rabbit in and out of her wet pussy, watching her facial expressions with every penetration. Watching her was intoxicating. He loved watching a woman fall apart as an orgasim ripped through her.

As much as he wanted to be the one pleasing her, he needed to relieve himself as well. Standing up, he took off the plain t-shirt he had been wearing and slipped his jeans and boxers down his legs, revealing himself to Chelsea.

Chelsea stared in amazement at the sight before her. Chelsea had seen the bulge in his pants when they worked out together but even she wasn’t expecting this. Watson’s cock was at least 9 inches long and 3 inches thick. It was huge and she licked her lips at the thoughts running through her mind of what Watson would do to her with that cock.

“Take off your top then continue fucking yourself,” Watson ordered her.

Chelsea obeyed without any hesitation. She pulled the purple top she had been wearing off and over her head and then reached behind herself and undid the clasp of the white bra she had been wearing. Her 34B tits fell free from the bra cups and she looked up at Watson to see him biting his lip and he stroked his cock slowly as he stared at them.

“Fuck yourself with that toy,” he instructed her. “I want to see you make yourself cum.”

Chelsea did as she was told. She grasped onto the rabbit and began thrusting it in and out of herself, allowing the ears to linger on her clit for moments at a time.

Watson watched her the whole time, stroking his cock and biting his lip. She was so hot. He had wanted her since the moment they met. Everytime their hands met, he wanted to take her hand and hold it. Everytime she laughed, he wanted to kiss her and everytime she bent over in the gym, he imagined grabbing her, ripping those stupid shorts off that she always wore and fucking her no matter who was watching.

When he saw that pink rabbit on her night stand, just the sight of it alone turned him on, imagining Chelsea using it on herself and at that point, he needed to know if it was him she was thinking about when she used it. He needed to see her use it. He needed to fuck her.

Her face began tightening as she pressed her lips together and Watson knew what was happening. He began fisting his cock harder and faster, needing to finish at the same time as her.

“Cum for me, Chelsea,” he ordered her. “I need to see you cum.”

And she did. With a final thrust of the rabbit inside herself, Chelsea moaned out as she came hard on the toy. At the exact moment she did, Watson came as well, shooting hot cum all over Chelsea’s naked chest.

Chelsea pulled the rabbit out of herself and turned it off, staring towards Watson as she breathed in and out deeply.

Needing to rest as well, Watson sat on the coffee table and caught his breath from the crazy orgasim he had just had.

After a long moment, Chelsea stood up off the couch, taking Watson’s hand and pulling him up too.

“Where are we going?” he asked her.

“My bedroom,” she replied. “You got to order me around. Now it’s my turn.”

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