Guard Me

by Holly Ardent

  “Yes, Ma'am. You're the boss,” Ryan said.

  He pressed his lips against hers again for a moment, then moved his head aside to nibble on her earlobe. With a gentle breath in her ear, he let go with his teeth and dipped his head. His tongue pressed against the flesh of her neck and started to work its way down.

  He paused at her breasts, laving them with his tongue, paying special attention to first her nipples and then to her areolae after he noticed them thickening and crinkling from his nipple play. At this point Nancy was relaxed as much as excited.

  She murmured gently and he occasionally made out what she was saying. It was mostly things she should have said louder, her letting him know that she liked what he was doing or making suggestions. He didn't want to interrupt what he was doing to tell her to speak up though. He could make out enough of it to get the general idea at least.

  He regretfully slid his lips off of her breast, licking his way down her stomach.

  I could keep playing with her breasts for hours, but she isn't going to cum again that way. I'd really like to win the prize she mentioned though. I wonder just how kinky she is? What she's done before? If she's offering to be my fucktoy and I can get her that way, there'll be a lot of kink involved. I always heard older women got kinkier. Hopefully I'll get to find out.

  He ran the tip of his tongue along her clit hood, putting pressure on it as he did. There was a slight intake of breath from Nancy that told him he was on the right track.

  But first, I want to taste her, he thought.

  He slid his tongue farther down and ran it through her slit, lapping up her juices as he did. He decided that he didn't have a good angle of attack and shifted himself so he was between her legs. Then he leaned his head in again, his tongue running the length of her slit. He teased her with the tip of his tongue on the skin that surrounded her clit and slit before zeroing in on his target.

  His fingers drew her clit hood back, revealing a small mound of flesh. When he touched it with the tip of his tongue, she squirmed. He grinned, sure that he was going to succeed.

  Ryan lashed her clit with his tongue, feeling her squirm and twist as he did. He reached up with one hand and grabbed her by the hip, leaving the other hand to hold her clit hood out of the way. Then he started stroking her clit with his tongue, with as much pressure on his tongue as he could get. Up, down... left, right... he kept at it as her writhing increased. His hand was large enough to wrap around her side and he held her firmly in place with it, ensuring that she couldn't get away from his tongue.

  After a few minutes he leaned in more and kissed her clit gently with his lips. Then he slid it between his lips and squeezed them together. She writhed again and this time he heard her moaning softly as well. Ryan made sure he had his lips firmly pressed against her clit and then sucked in, stretching her clit into his mouth. He used the tip of his tongue to gently stroke it and Nancy exploded. She came hard enough that he had a hard time holding her in place with one hand.

  His other hand shot up to her other hip and with both hands, he held her firmly in place as he sucked on her clit. He brought his teeth down and gently grazed her sensitive flesh. It was enough to keep her cumming and, if he wasn't mistaken, make her try to thrash even harder. Now there was nothing soft about the sounds coming out of her mouth. There was nothing intelligible to them either, so he kept going.

  He added a touch more pressure with his teeth, not enough to cause any pain, but enough to threaten it. Nancy started shuddering in his grip and her musky scent tickled his nose as it strengthened.

  Good, he thought, she's cumming hard right now. Let's see if I can keep her going.

  Since she'd stopped writhing and thrashing when she began to shudder, he let go of her hips. One hand dropped to her pussy and he slid a pair of fingers into her. She was hot and soaking wet and he knew it was the perfect opportunity.

  He let go of her clit and slid himself up her body. His cock sank into her cunt, all the way to the point it had slowed before. When it got there, he thrust harder, forcing himself all the way into her.

  Nancy's face was flushed and she was still trembling. Ryan broke into a smile when he saw the fetching way her tits jiggled as she shuddered. Her mouth was open and she was making soft, unintelligible noises now.

  She's cumming, but not as hard as she was earlier on. Gotta fix that, he thought.

  Ryan slid his cock back until he nearly slipped out of her, then he drove it in again hard. Once more he forced his way through that last little bit of resistance.

  That set his pattern. At as fast a pace as he could maintain, he drove himself into her, forcing the last little bit, then pulled back out until he was barely in her. Over and over again he did it, keeping one eye on her face to see her reactions, and the other on her jiggling, bouncing breasts.

  He slammed into her as hard as he could over and over, but while she was still cumming, she didn't seem to be cumming as hard as she had earlier on.

  What else can I do? he wondered. Maybe play with her clit while I pound her. That's what got her going in the first place.

  Supporting himself on a single arm, his other hand slid down and started stroking her clit again. The effect was immediately obvious. She started squirming beneath him. This time she wasn't going anywhere though because he could simply lower himself slightly and hold her in place with his body weight.

  His fingers were having a problem at the pace he was at, so he slowed his thrusts and paid more attention to what he was doing with his fingers. After some experimentation he discovered that a rhythmic pinching obtained the best results and he settled in to fucking her while he played with her clit.

  Her orgasm seemed to be growing stronger now and the squirming was turning to thrashing. She was in danger of making it impossible for him to continue, so he lowered himself, putting just enough weight on her to keep her from moving too much.

  His body holding her down pushed her to even higher heights of pleasure. Her face was nearly purple, but he could hear her just fine, so he knew that it was from the orgasm and not a problem with breathing. There was no way she could be making the amount of noise she was making if she couldn't breathe.

  His head nodded slightly with the effort of keeping his current pose and he realized just what position it was in. Several inches below his lips were her breasts, the nipples nearly centered beneath his mouth. He dropped his head farther and, timing it just right, trapped her nipple with his lips.

  He sucked on her nipple, drawing it up into his mouth. He felt the pressure on it as her breast continued to bounce, but was now trapped by the nipple, which was a central point limiting its movement.

  He sucked harder on her nipple, pulling his head back to stretch it. At the same time he pinched her clit harder than he had been. Nancy responded with a scream and he felt his crotch bathed in a flood of liquid as she came hard enough to squirt.

  That should win me the bet, now it's my turn, he thought.

  Forgetting any idea of pleasing her, Ryan pulled his arm up from her clit and used it to support himself with both arms again. He was enjoying stretching her nipple, he loved the way the texture seemed to change on his lips as he tugged, so he kept doing that. He picked up his pace again, slamming in and out of her as fast as he could.

  It was enough that Nancy kept cumming. Her scream had petered out, but now she was moaning and groaning at a volume that was almost as loud as the scream had been. Her body was utterly rigid beneath his as he pounded her pussy.

  Before long, he let go of her nipple as well. He was close enough to cumming that he couldn't really pay attention to the texture that had fascinated him. Ryan could still taste her on his lips, her musky scent filled the air, mixing pleasantly with the smell of the sweat he'd worked himself into.

  The feel of her warm, wet pussy wrapped around his cock was too much. The next time he drove himself into her and forced his way past the resistance at the end, he stayed there, his body shuddering.

  A
moment later, Nancy's moans turned back into a shout as he came, filling her pussy with his cum.

  “That's it, fill your fucktoy with your cum!” she screamed.

  It took until he finished cumming for him to register what she'd said.

  Good, I'm glad she agrees that I made her cum harder. This is going to be fucking awesome!

  * * *

  This time it took longer before they were mobile again. When Ryan finally sat up, he wasn't even sure what time it was. A quick glance at the clock showed it was after eight already.

  Were we fucking for that long? I'll have to keep an eye on the time when I play with her.

  “Are you ready?” Nancy asked. “You've got one grateful fucktoy lying here, waiting for you.”

  Ryan groaned.

  “Every time you call yourself that it gives me a hard-on again. I'd love to use you that way now, but it isn't that long until your husband gets home. I'd rather not get caught fucking you when he does.”

  “Why does that bother you? From what I saw earlier if he tried to make anything of it you'd beat him senseless.”

  “Part of knowing how to fight is knowing when to fight. My Sensei told me that if you can avoid a fight without causing problems, you should. You should only fight when it's necessary, and when you do you give it everything. He also said there's no such thing as dirty fighting in the middle of a fight. You do what you need to in order to win. But, in this case, I can just wait until tomorrow to use my fucktoy and that will prevent any more fighting tonight.”

  Nancy pouted at him.

  “Can't you just pound on him a little? For me?”

  Ryan shook his head.

  “Sorry, I won't do it. Isn't it enough that I'm fucking his wife behind his back?”

  Nancy smiled at that.

  “There is that,” she said. “I'll have to keep it in mind when he's being his ignorant asshole of a self. I wonder what he'll think if I can't stop myself from smiling then. I won't make any promises about that, I'm not sure I could keep myself from smiling when he goes into his normal asshole routine and I let my thoughts go back to what we just did. Are you sure you don't want me again tonight?”

  “It isn't a question of wanting you, I'd just rather not get caught, you know?”

  She sidled over to him and ran her hand along his cock. It was erect again from him watching her nakedness and hearing her refer to herself as his fucktoy.

  Not wanting her? he thought. If it weren't for her husband I'd tie her down right now and fuck her until I couldn't stay awake. There's a lot of things I haven't done to her yet. Who knows, some of them might even be new for her.

  He thought about it for a moment, then decided that it would probably turn her on to hear his thoughts on the matter.

  “I want you. Be sure of that. If it weren't for your husband I'd tie you down right now and fuck you until I couldn't stay awake any longer. I'd fuck your mouth, your pussy, your ass, and anything else I could fuck.”

  Nancy stepped back as though surprised. She banged into the bed and sat down on the edge of it.

  “I'd make sure you used your hands and your hair on my cock. If I needed a break before I could get hard again I'd have you giving me fashion shows, showing me your sluttiest clothes, any lingerie you might have, and anything else that you thought would turn me on.”

  Her breathing quickened and her hand dropped to her pussy where it started stroking her clit.

  “I'd have you play with yourself,” he said, “showing me what turned you on the most. I'd watch while you masturbated and made yourself orgasm for me.”

  Nancy's face was already turning red again. Ryan decided that he'd done enough.

  If I leave her all hot and bothered tonight, she'll be more eager for tomorrow, he thought.

  “But, he'll be home soon so I can't do any of that until tomorrow,” he said.

  Nancy's face fell. Her breathing slowed again as the flush left her face.

  “You bastard,” she said. “You're teasing me, aren't you?”

  “Maybe a little, but think how eager you'll be for me to get here tomorrow.”

  It was almost an afterthought when he added.

  “Did you want to report those guys to the police? I got their license plate number.”

  “I guess I should. That's going to be a letdown after the rest of today though.”

  “Yeah but if your report helps them get caught, then no-one else around here will be forcibly taken advantage of.”

  Nancy winced at the phrasing he'd copied from her.

  “You mean raped. I'm sorry I was so prissy when I was interviewing you. I don't deal well with people I'm unfamiliar with. I'm uncomfortable and overly formal with them. But yes, I'll call and make the report.”

  They went downstairs and she picked up her phone. Ryan only heard one side of the conversation, but he knew it was going to be pain when he heard her scheduling a time to go down to the police station and give a report. The police did at least take the license plate numbers to check on.

  “They say they'll need a report from you as well. Does tomorrow at nine AM work for you?” she asked.

  Crap, there go my morning classes.

  “Yeah, I can do that.”

  Nancy finalized the arrangement then hung up the phone.

  “And, since it will still be morning when we're done. I'll take you to lunch and then take you back here, where you'll have hours and hours to take me.”

  Shit, there goes the rest of my classes for tomorrow. At least it's for a good cause, well a cause that I'll definitely support.

  He nodded.

  “That sounds like a good plan. I'm looking forward to it.”

  They made small talk for the half hour that passed before her husband got home. When he arrived, Ryan left as quickly as possible. He wasn't sure he could look the guy in the eye without either revealing what had happened somehow, or taking a swing at him for the way he treated Nancy.

  * * *

  Ryan arrived at the police office promptly at nine o'clock the following morning. He only saw a brief glimpse of Nancy before they were separated, but he was amused to note that she was dressed in a similar fashion to how she was when he first met her.

  I wonder if the police will be fooled into thinking she's a snobby upper class lady instead of the warm, lonely woman I found out she really is?

  Two hours later, after rehashing the incident several times, looking through mugshots, being chided for attacking the intruders, and spending time with the police sketch artist, they told him he could go.

  When he got out front, he found Nancy waiting for him.

  “Let's go back to my place,” she said curtly.

  Ryan nodded, eager to get away from the police station.

  They each drove their own cars back to Nancy's home. When they got inside her obvious frustration finally burst out.

  “I can't believe the nerve of those idiots!” she cried.

  “What did they do to bother you?” he asked.

  “They asked me what I thought I was doing hiring a security guard that wasn't from an established company. I told them I was doing what I had to and when they tried to give me a hard time about it, I pointed out that if I'd had a regular security guard and he heard me scream, he would've called the cops. The cops wouldn't have arrived until after I was raped, and maybe murdered. So I was pretty glad I had my own guard.”

  Ryan chuckled.

  “I imagine they didn't take that well.”

  “No, they tried to 'correct' me. Said that I put you in a position where you could have been injured or killed and they should charge me with endangerment. I looked him in the eye and told him what my father used to tell me: When seconds count, the police are only minutes away.”

  Ryan burst out laughing.

  “You didn't.”

  “I did and you should've seen the look on his face when I pointed out that just last year their police station issued a statement saying that they were understaffed and t
hat the chief recommended people buy a gun if they wanted immediate protection. They weren't too happy with me at that point and when they tried to take me to task again I told them that if they didn't have any more questions about the incident where I was the victim, then we were done. Then I walked out and waited for you.”

  Wow, I didn't think she had it in her, Ryan thought. I can't quite mesh that with her wanting to be my fucktoy.

  “Good for you,” he said. “It sounds like someone had to get them pointed back in the right direction and you did it.”

  She smiled shyly at him.

  “Then you think I did right?”

  “Yeah, I wish I had thought of some of that when they harassed me for working as a security guard without a company.”

  She chewed on her lip for a moment.

  “Good, I didn't want to let you down and I was afraid that you might've agreed about me endangering you.”

  “No, you were upfront with me about it right from the beginning. I knew what might happen. Honestly, I didn't even think when I saw what was happening, I just reacted.”

  “I know, I saw it all,” she said. “You didn't even slow down coming through the door. I was... highly impressed. Now, about the rest of today, is there anything in particular you'd like?”

  “Some lunch?” he said.

  She frowned at him.

  “You know what I mean.”

  “Yeah, I want some lunch first because I intend to burn a lot of energy today. We can worry about the rest after we eat. I have some things in mind, but I want to surprise you with them.”

  She blushed.

  “Oh, sorry for being pushy.”

  “That's fine. We're still working this thing out, right?”

  At least I hope we're working out how it will go over time and that it won't be a single instance.

  “Yes, yes we are. Let's go eat.”

  * * *

  When they returned to Nancy's after lunch, Ryan turned to her.

  “Go upstairs. Find the sluttiest outfit you own, high heels or boots for the shoes, put it on and wait for me in your bedroom.”