This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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I was working as a guard for the US ambassador in Denmark a few years ago, when this happened.
It had been nearly an hour since I'd visited Kellie and thoughts of what I'd done to that hot little 18-year-old body, filled my mind with fire. I could still smell her scent on my fingers, taste her there. Restlessly I stared at the black and white flickering images of the security system, every shadow reminded me of her delicious folds and curves.
The sleepiness that had plagued me earlier that night was well and truly gone. If anything I felt the opposite, energized, hyper even.
I decided to go for another patrol and try and take my mind off her. But ten minutes later, I found myself standing at the side entrance to the house. Like a bee to a flower, or a man possessed, I was drawn to her body. It became impossible to stay away.
Mindlessly I punched in the code and crept up the stairs to the top floor.
I gazed through the door of the guest wing, the light from her bedroom spilled across the hall in stark contrast to the night.
She was just where I had left her, still wrapped up in the blanket on the large fourposter bed. She had turned on her side, curled up, head propped on an arm, face turned towards the open door.
I called her name softly "Kellie?"
No response.
Her level of intoxication and the fact she hadn't noticed me fucking her an hour ago, left me feeling pretty confident that she wasn't going to wake up any time soon.
I entered the room, the strong musky odor of sex still lingered in the air. Kneeling by the bed, my face close to hers, I carefully brushed blonde hair back behind delicate little ears. Soft snores accompanied the odor of liquor, which escaped pink lipstick bowed lips. Gently I kissed those lips, my tongue working its way into her mouth. She didn't taste that great, like a bad cocktail, to heavy on the spirits, to light on the fruit. But for what I had decided to do next, it didn't matter.
Moving a small, red, felt covered foot stool, I positioned it by the bed, parallel to her pretty face. Unclipping my utility belt, dropping my pants to the floor, I stepped out of them. Next came my boxers then my shirt. My dick was semi hard, but I knew that was about to change. It was a bit tricky but through a little effort and a well-placed pillow, I had her positioned just right.
Pulling the blanket from her, to expose creamy skin. I took my time to appreciate her body. The the little pink nipples on small firm breasts above flat stomach, curves of her waist that ran nicely into a tight ass, long skinny legs ending in small feet. On her ankle was a cute little tattoo of a shooting star, inked in blues and greens. Fitting, tonight she was my star.
Taking my dick in hand, I stroked the shaft a couple of times, spitting on the growing purple head. I knelt on the foot stool, my glistening hard member now level with her pretty mouth.
Slowly I slid the head across her lips, my saliva making her lipstick glisten.
Pushing a little, her lips parted and the swelled tip entered her warm mouth.
At first all I could feel were teeth and wondered if this had been a good idea. If all that was going to happen was my dick hitting her closed mouth, then I probably wasn't going to enjoy this at all. Just when I was ready to give up, she seemed to come alive.
She gave a little twitch, her head jerking back slightly like she was surprised, a frown rippled across her features. I froze worriedly, but after a second of unconscious indecision she seemed to accept it, her head moving forward again.
