by Becky Flade
Secretly Serviced
Becky Flade
He gives “secret service” a whole new meaning….
How is the president’s daughter supposed to have any fun while living in a gilded cage? Kelly would gladly trade the view from 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue and all its perks for what she really wants: an earth-shattering orgasm.
But one perk Kelly would never give up is Michael Weston. She’s sure the sexy secret service agent can give her what she desires—though falling for Kelly’s seduction could cost him everything….
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Kelly was bored. She pretty much always was, but with the entire world always watching, how was she ever supposed to have any fun? She looked around the pretty, important bedroom and thought of it as a cage, gilded yes, but a cage just the same. When she’d left for college she had been so full of excitement, thinking she’d finally found the freedom she had craved, would finally experience the earth-shattering sex she’d read about in the dirty novels that were passed around the all-girls private school she’d attended. With the exception of one depressing experience with a guy too drunk to care who she was, the only sex Kelly had had was with herself. She sighed and wandered to the window, wondering if she was a bad person for wanting to exchange the view from 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue for an orgasm.
There were perks to being the daughter of the most important man in the world. Perks she was grateful for, but lately the restrictions she’d become so accustomed to during her father’s first term had started to chafe. Shaking off the mood, she strode naked to the king-sized bed, rubbing her small, taut tits in both hands. Lying back, she braced a foot against each post at the foot of the bed. She licked the tips of her index fingers and rubbed them against her nipples, exciting herself further. She heard murmurs outside her door and recognized the voices of her secret service detail changing shifts. Her imagination drew a picture of the man taking over. Agent Weston. Michael. He was older. Much older. But still very attractive.
His hair was dark and short, shot with gray at the temples. His eyes were very blue. He had strong masculine features and a slightly crooked nose. His expression was always stern but she knew she’d seen humor and maybe even appreciation glint in his eyes. He had strong, wide shoulders, thick arms and big hands. Kelly smiled as she wondered how those hands would feel on her skin, how those shoulders would feel under hers. She wondered if he would call her Miss as he pounded his dick into her. Kelly could feel her clit getting bigger, tingling, and she slid a hand down herself to rub it with the fleshy pad of her finger.
She knew her clit was big, and that it got really large and bright red when she was aroused, she’d checked. So curious about sex and surrounded by all girls, they’d experimented with each other and she knew her button was unlike most. When fully aroused, even the slightest touch could bring pleasure and the more she daydreamed about Agent Weston, the larger and more sensitive the nubbin became. Kelly grasped the headboard above her, stretching her lithe body as she caressed herself. She could feel her juices sliding down her ass crack and enjoyed the sensation.
She wondered what he would do, what he would say if she called him in here right now. Would he leave? Watch? Stroke himself? Or take her up on the obvious offer? The more she thought about it the more excited she got and as she silently came, she vowed to find out.
Not much later, Kelly dressed in a light green shift dress that had buttons up the back. She could reach them herself but decided to begin her seduction of Agent Weston by having him do it. She opened the door and looked out at the handsome armed man guarding her door and gently cleared her throat. He looked down and she knew he could see the top of her bosom in the gaping neckline. “Could you button this for me?” She turned her back to him without waiting for an answer and felt his fingers brush her skin as he silently did as she asked. She thought maybe he lingered a little, touched her back a bit more than necessary, and thought perhaps this wouldn’t take as long as she’d worried. “Thank you.”
The following day, while wearing indecently little shorts and no panties, she “accidently” dropped something in front of Agent Weston and bent to pick it up. Later that week, she asked his opinion on her bikini then quickly changed into another skimpier suit and asked which he liked better. She called him into her room to ask his help unhooking a bra whose metal loop had “somehow” gotten bent. Whenever possible she brushed against him, her tit along his arm, a hand across his ass, her hip along his. The one time she’d absently rubbed her hip against his, she’d felt his firearm through the linen and felt a rush of warmth spread through her pussy. She’d gone directly back to her room to finger herself.
The following afternoon she’d stuck her head through the door, obviously naked, and asked him if he knew where she could find a couple D batteries. He turned, his eyes meeting hers and ground out, “Whatever game you’re playing at, miss, is a dangerous one. I strongly suggest you stop it.” Kelly rounded her eyes in a look that was supposed to convey innocent wonder but instead reeked of female amusement. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re implying, Agent Weston.” She was sure he heard her laughing through the closed door. That night as Kelly once again slid a finger between the folds covering her honey pot, she decided not to wait any longer.
She waited until she heard his voice in the hall during shift change to strip down and position herself on the bed. She was excited and nervous, shaking with lust and anticipation as she considered what she was about to do. Kelly could feel herself growing wetter as her nipples puckered in anticipation. The foot of the bed faced the door and he would be able to see all of her, her hard button and dripping hole, as he entered the room. Kelly tightly pinched the little nubbins on her tits making them tingle, enjoying the arrow of pleasure that shot down to the apex between her thighs. Impatiently she dipped her fingertip inside herself and used it as lube on her quivering clit. With the other hand she put two fingers as deeply inside herself as she could and rubbed the seeping walls. In seconds she was cumming, her body vibrating, but she wanted more. She wanted what she instinctively knew Agent Weston could give her. An orgasm.
“Agent Weston, could you come in here please?” Kelly called out. Her nerves shined through and her voice wavered slightly.
He must have been concerned because the “Miss?” that slightly preceded the opening of the door sounded worried. He stepped across the threshold and quietly uttered, “Fuck,” before closing the door at his back. Kelly smiled. He had stayed in the room.
“Just what do you think you are doing?” He whispered furiously as he watched her rub her clit, seemingly mesmerized. Kelly’s eyes were on his slacks and the growing bulge beneath the zipper.
“Getting off. Want to help?” She replied as casually as possible. He didn’t move, not toward the door, not away but not toward the bed, either. She swung her legs off the bed and stood, stalking him with catlike grace. “I’ve never seen a man’s cock before. Not in person, anyway, I’ve seen pictures and movies but I’ve never seen one up close. I had sex with an idiot last school year but it was over so fast I never got to see or feel anything.” Kelly knelt on the floor before him. He hadn’t moved or spoken since she’d stood, but his eyes hadn’t left her. He watched now as she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. He wore boxers and his straining prick had long escaped the open fly. It sprung into her face as soon as his pants fell, eager for her. The fleshy head pointed up. The shaft was very thick and covered in veins.
Kelly softly murmured, “Oh,” before gently touching the pads of her fingers, still wet with cum, to the tip and smiled slightly as his dick jerked from her touch and the man above her groaned deep in his throat. “Did that feel good, Agent? I bet it did. It’s so big and so h
ard. But the skin is very soft.” She ran her fingers around the head. “I can feel your heart pounding right here along this vein.” She ran her nail gently down the biggest vein that throbbed along the underside of his rod.
“Let’s get you out of these.” Kelly gently pulled the boxers down to his ankles before turning her attention to his balls. She was careful with the delicate globes. Enjoyed the choking noises he made in his throat as she rubbed one with the palm of her hand. She looked at the head of his cock and saw a drop of glistening moisture sitting, shaking on the very tip.
“What does it taste like?” She wondered aloud before scooping it up with the curved tip of her tongue. Sweet. She did it again, taking her time, slowly tasting just the head before running the flat of her tongue down the vein just as she had her finger. Kelly followed the same path her hands had, slowly using the tip of her tongue on every part of his cock. She traced little circles on his balls. One at a time she opened her lips wide and gently cupped them inside her mouth. She could feel juice just running from her open pussy and her clit throbbed but she didn’t stop.
She ran her tongue back up the length of him, licked her lips and slowly wrapped them around the head. Kelly had only read about giving head but had fantasized about it often; now that she had a chance to try she planned to take her time. Slowly she sucked on the head, pushing her tongue against the vein along the bottom, her hand holding his cock to her mouth where it slipped and stroked. With a growl that should’ve alarmed her, Weston grabbed her head in his hands and rammed his cock deep inside her mouth and down her throat. As he thrust into her mouth he whispered furiously, “Fucking little cock-tease is what you are, miss. Is this what you wanted? Fuck, ah, fuck.”
Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as Kelly choked on the large cock but she was thrilled and aroused by his aggression. She grabbed at his ass and thighs, nails digging in to the muscles there as he fucked her mouth. She could feel him tensing and sensed he was ready to cum. She didn’t want that, didn’t know if he’d fuck her after. Instead of fighting or trying to talk she simply bit down gently on his dick.
He swore, pulled out of her mouth and pushed her to the floor. She spread her legs wide, and he chuckled as he knelt down between her thighs. “Now this is what you wanted, isn’t it, miss? Horny little bitch aren’t you? Want this cock inside your pussy?” he asked as he rubbed her clit with the head and teased her sopping hole with the shaft. Kelly squirmed and gasped, her hips coming off the floor, her cunt reaching for him. He pushed his dick inside her, slowly stretching her pussy. “Christ, you are tight.”
“Yes, please.” She begged. She’d never felt anything like the way his cock filled her. She could feel every bit of him inching inside her, could feel her walls wrapping around him as he forced his way inside. Kelly could feel the vein under his shaft pulse inside her. She moved in time with him. Lifting her pelvis to meet his slow thrusts, pulling him deeper inside her, her body adjusted to his unfamiliar size and his rhythm quickened. Her hands were on his arms and her feet hooked behind his knees; the plush carpet burned against her back as he began to pound into her.
Kelly felt something growing inside her. She could feel something starting, seeming to fill her whole body from her pussy on out and up. It was overwhelming and threatened to take over everything inside her. She was both terrified and eager for it to peak, knowing instinctually it would. The urge to flee embedded itself into her mind while her body raced toward the unknown. Finally, it burst and reason ceased. It felt like an explosion of pleasure and light erupted inside her. Every muscle in her body tightened and sang while liquid gold flowed through her. Slowly reality returned and her body quickened, aware again of his cock and the thrusts that were causing little sparks of aftershock to ripple through her person.
She looked up at him then, a small smile gracing her generous lips, and watched his face. It was twisted tightly in concentration. Veins protruded from his neck and along his hairline. Kelly thought it looked painful but exquisite at the same time. She lifted her hand to the side of his face and gently cupped his cheek. Weston’s eyes snapped open and he growled when he saw the smile on her face. His mouth crashed down to hers, stealing her breath and clouding her mind yet again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his back and pulled his body closer to hers, his cock as deep as it could go and moved with him again.
The rhythm changed again, slower, steadier, and his thrusts seemed more deliberate to her somehow. His mouth was on hers when he came in a flood. Kelly could feel his dick spasm inside her, feel his hot wet cream spurt against her pussy walls, the heat spread through her and she shuddered as she came a final time. Her muscles milked him dry and dragged the final climax out for them both.
He fell off her, careful not to touch her anywhere as he raked both hands down his face. “Fuck.” He whispered, “That was a fucking mistake. I must have lost my mind. I’m not some dumb-ass kid poking his dick in where it doesn’t belong. I fucking know better.” She was watching in amusement as he berated himself. Her body was too content for her feelings to be hurt. “I have to get out of here.”
Kelly watched silently as he pulled up his pants and smoothed them out as best he could. She sat up, hurt starting to set in while he marched to the door without even looking at her once. He stopped a breath from the door, his hand on the knob, when he looked back over his shoulder at her. She was sitting on the floor, naked, her legs bent, her arms across the knees, and her chin balanced on top. In a few quick strides he crossed to her, pulled her up and kissed her long and deep. He let her go just as abruptly, turned and left. She heard him mumble as the door closed quietly behind him, “Out of my fucking mind.”
Kelly smiled and hummed to herself as she slowly walked back to bed. Her entire body was buzzing and her pussy felt swollen, sore and used. Every step sent frizzles of pleasure through her. She eased back against the pillows on her bed, closed her eyes and drifted into a contented sleep. When she woke, she showered quickly as to not be late for dinner and was excited by the idea of seeing Weston again.
But when she exited her room she was disappointed to find a different agent in the hall. She wondered about it throughout dinner and the remainder of the evening. The next day someone else reported for his shift. And the day after, as well. By the fourth day Kelly was angry and she rudely asked the man at her door what had happened to Agent Weston.
“Miss, he took a few personal days and then requested a shift change. I expect he’ll be reporting to duty this evening, he’s on nights now.”
Later that night, Kelly lay in the large poster bed, nerves rattling around her stomach like angry butterflies. She wondered if he would come to her. She didn’t have to wonder for long. The nerves fell away as she heard the door open and close again. She feigned sleep as his feet whispered along the carpet. Suddenly his weight was on top of her and the comforter was pulled tight, pinning her to the bed.
“I know you are awake.” He whispered into her ear. “This is insanity but I want you. Do you want it, too?” Kelly only nodded. “You want me inside you again?” He ran his tongue along her jawline and she shivered. “I’m taking my time with it, if I’m going to risk everything I’m going to take my goddamn time.”
Cupping her chin he slid his lips across hers. Kelly sighed at the gentle pressure and Weston slid his tongue between her now parted lips. It danced lightly there and along the edge of her teeth. Kelly pulled her arms from under the loosened covers. She ran her palms along the hard muscles of his shoulders, down his biceps and back again before settling on the back of his neck. His mouth slanted across hers and his tongue slid farther into her mouth. She met it with her own, touching and skimming. Kelly’s legs parted and Weston slid down into the V, his weight settling onto her. She took a second to appreciate how it felt to have his body pressing her down into the mattress. She felt more feminine than ever before but more powerful, as well.
As their tongues danced, he pushed the comforter down an
d exposed her breasts to the chilled air, cupping them easily he rubbed the tips with his thumbs. His mouth broke from hers and Weston latched on to a nipple, sucking gently, twirling his tongue around the hardened peak. Kelly moaned softly under him and her hips began to move against him. She could feel his hard-on pushing against her pelvic bone and itched to touch it again. Her fingers dug into his shoulders when he bit her nipple softly. She heard him chuckle as he moved his mouth to the other breast and continued the slow assault.
Kelly quickly became impatient as her pussy grew warmer and wetter, trapped beneath the blanket. She pulled and pushed at his shoulders, she squirmed and her hips moved against him as much as his weight and the bedding would allow. He suddenly took both her wrists in his hands and looked into her eyes.
“Hold the fuck still,” he whispered. “Miss.” Smiling he lowered his head to her body once again. She felt his breath in the valley between her breasts just before his tongue gently lapped at the skin there. He released her and lowered the blanket to her waist before painstakingly licking a trail of fire down her body. She had the sheet fisted in her hands, trying to keep her body still as he’d asked but her every nerve jangled, and when his tongue dove into her navel she’d have leaped from the bed if he hadn’t been holding her down.
When the comforter moved farther down, Kelly felt her pussy pulse in anticipation. Weston dragged his tongue through the crease between her thigh and outer lip, and Kelly moaned and whispered, “God yes, Weston, please.”
Kelly held her breath as his mouth skated across the outside of her pussy, his breath ruffling the curls there, before delving into the crease on the other side. She released her air in a huff and pounded her hands against the mattress in frustration, as he continued down her inner thigh, ignoring her pussy altogether. Weston chuckled against the side of her knee, “You thought it was so clever teasing me, Kelly, how do you like it?”