The bodyguard (1)

“Mmh,” I bite back a moan as Bruce, my bodyguard, grazes his finger over my bikini crotch. I’m lying on my back on one of the pool beds with the afternoon sun shining on my skin. Bruce is lying beside me on his side with his upper body propped on his elbow, while the other one rests between my thighs. I just got out of the pool, and I was sunbathing when Bruce walked over and joined me. And I love his company. I love it even more when he touches me like this.

His hand slides up my inner thighs and then back down slowly until he palms my pussy over the fabric. I widen my legs a bit to allow him more access to the goodies and turn my head to face him. He’s handsome. Very handsome. And I love looking at his face when he does things to me. It makes the experience so much better.

You might be wondering why a girl like me would be letting her bodyguard touch me like this. For many, this is considered inappropriate and it might result in my bodyguard getting fired and me being put in timeout or an equivalent for an adult. Guess what? Believe it or not, I’m currently in an adult version of time out, according to my dad.

And no, I don’t mean the part where Bruce is touching me and plans to fuck me. I mean the part where I am currently confined to this mansion, and I’m not allowed to step outside even for a second. No one is allowed to visit me either. My dad went as far as hiring a bodyguard to make sure I stuck to his orders. So, Bruce’s job isn’t to protect me from harm. It is to make sure I never leave that gate, and no one enters.

Why? I grew up in a very traditional household, and both my parents are conservative. I wasn’t even allowed to hang around boys, even as I hit puberty. In high school, I was a reserved girl who wouldn’t even dare hold hands with a boy. And you guessed right. I finished high school without ever being touched by a man. Not even a kiss. But all that changed when I joined college. I met friends who weren’t shy about their sexuality. And bit by bit, they helped me embrace mine.

So how did I end up in confinement? About a month ago, news reached my father that I was no longer the good and obedient girl he raised me to be. I don’t know how he got my exact location, or how he learned about that sex club, but I was beyond shocked when he showed up that night in the middle of the night, right when I was giving someone head.

 I was on my knees with a cock in my hand and my boobs hanging out of my top that had long been rolled up. My skirt was up too, and there was another guy ramming into me from behind with both his hands on my ass. His big cock felt so good in my wet cunt that I was begging him not to stop.

“Jessica!” my dad yelled, and I snapped my head up to meet a very, very angry face staring back at me. I dropped the cock in my hands like a hot potato, and the pressure that was starting to build up deep in my core faded away quickly. Couldn’t Dad show up at a different time? I was about to climax! The guy behind me stilled completely before pulling out of me and scrambling for his clothes, leaving my needy cunt empty.

I don’t know how long my dad had been standing there and how much he saw, but I don’t really care. It’s not like they don’t do stuff like this with mom. I wouldn’t be here if they didn’t. In any case, I was glad I didn’t have to pretend to be a saint anymore.

“Jessica, what, in the name of the holy lord, are you doing?” my dad yelled at me again, and I swear I could almost see his face turn green from anger. He averted his eyes as I stood up, not wanting to see my bare boobs or my bare crotch peeking from my crumpled skirt. Summoning the little bit of decency left in me, I arranged my clothes nicely just in time for my dad to hold me by my elbow and drag me out. That was how I ended up a prisoner in this mansion until I change my ways. Did I change? No.

A spank on my thigh snaps me back to the present. My opening is starting to warm up as Bruce moves his fingers over it more frequently. He hasn’t removed my underwear yet, not even pushing it slightly to the side, but I’m already craving him. I want to feel him stroking my insides, but he likes to take things slow, and I’m not complaining. The sun feels good on my skin, and that is adding to the experience.

So how did Bruce and I find ourselves in this tangled, sinful mess? It all started about a week ago on a sunny afternoon. The AC was barely working, and I was feeling restless. I was tired of being cooped up in the house, and I was craving some good fuck, but that wasn’t available. My dad made sure of that. Bruce had gone to take a shower, and as I wandered into his room, bringing in clean, folded laundry. That is when I noticed his bathroom door was open.  I peeked.

Oh, boy, I shouldn’t have, because my mouth watered immediately, and I had to clamp my legs from the sudden desire that rushed through me. Bruce was leaning on the shower wall with a fully erect dick in his hands. He had his head tilted back, his eyes closed, and his hands were sliding up and down his shaft. Did I mention that he is well-endowed? No? My bad. Man is blessed with a cock that would make all the women beg him for some time with him.