Secretly Serviced

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 hard. 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.

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