Bodyguard
Every now and then I have to write something to get it out of my head. That was this story.
Also nice to remind myself why I hate writing in first person! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Having bodyguards sounds pretty great until you realize that you don't give them orders, they give them to you. That's how life was for me. They were my bodyguards, but they weren't -my- bodyguards; they were employed by my mother. Romanian ambassador, that's her. To be fair, there were some legitimate concerns when we were back home, but her in the states, things seemed fine. All the same, anywhere I went, the lamb was sure to follow.
My name isn't Mary, though, it's Stefan. And my body guard isn't a lamb anymore, he's a large, muscular ram. Lucky for me he didn't follow me to my classes, but dropped me off at the same spot at school, and I had to be there when class let out otherwise there would be a panic.
My first day of highschool, I got turned around and was waiting at the wrong spot to be picked up. My phone had died from me using it all day, and when he couldn't immediately get through to me, the police were notified and... well it was embarrassing. Now I have extra batteries, a portable charger, a small chip in my backpack, and the presence of mind to make sure that none of these are ever needed. Go me.
That was years ago, though. I'm a junior now. We're on winter break now, and I have a few more days until class starts back up again. Homework had long since been finished, so I had plenty of time to kick back, relax. I could hear news on the TV downstairs and knew the evening program had just started with some of their bigger stories, and I knew Marcus would be too busy to wonder what I'd gotten up to. He didn't usually check in on me too much at home, anyway. This gave me time to do exactly what I'd been waiting for.
Cocoa's tail wagged back and forth excitedly as I hunched over and clapped my thighs. "C'mere boy, come on," I whispered, smiling wide.
Cocoa was a large german shepherd with perfectly pointed ears and beautiful, sleek coat. He was laying atop the stairs, looking down at the living room when I started calling for him, and he hopped up on all fours and padded down to my room to see what I wanted.
I hooked a finger on his green collar and tugged him into my room, carefully closing the door behind me. Already my cock was stirring and the dog nosed at it curiously, giving the hooded head a lick before I stepped away. This wasn't new territory for me. I'd discovered the fun animals could be some years ago when browsing online, and since we had a big, beautiful german shepherd just lounging around our house... well you get the idea.
I'm definitely on the smaller scale than most my age. I'm five-foot-two and three-eighths of an inch, and when you're this short, that three-eighths matters. I'm still hopeful that I'll hit another growth spurt before I graduate, but I haven't gained any height in a year. All the same, I thought this dog was huge. If he stood up on his back legs we could look eye to eye. That's a lot of dog.
I was standing naked in my room while Cocoa sniffed around at the floor and then sat down, looking at me patiently and waiting for some signal from me. I'm an a tan, thin otter with little in the way of a figure. I'm pretty average, I thought. Short, messy brown hair and hazel eyes, a slight roundness from my belly that always came with the start of Thanksgiving, but was gone by February, and a rudder tail as thick as my legs. The anticipation of what I was about to do had made my cock stand out from by body, hard as a rock.
I'd gotten undressed before luring the dog into my room, so without any more preamble I slid down to the floor next to cocoa and urged him to his feet. The dog stood up immediately and stayed put as I slid underneath him until I was looking up at his sheath. Like the rest of him, that was big too, and I knew what was hiding inside.
One of my sand-colored paws moved up to give the furry tube a gentle squeeze and tug downward, revealing a few inches of slick, pink length. The dog's hips shifted about, stance widening, and I could feel the member within swelling with blood. I had done this often enough to know how I wanted to do things. I leaned up and wrapped my lips around the tip of his exposed member, fingers squeezing along the base of his sheath where I could feel the slight bulge of an ungrown knot. Squeezing there caused a familiar jerking of hips and the tapered, bone-in length started humping between my lips, poking the back of my throat as watery pre started collecting on my tongue.
Cocoa's length had unsheathed against my lips, and his cock doubled in girth in seconds, knot just thick enough to keep his sheath skinned back as he humped away. For my part, I sat there, taking the assault, and salivating as much as I could to provide additional lube to his already-slick length. When the dog's knot had swollen a bit more and I could feel it against my lips, I pulled my head back and lay back on the floor. Cocoa's hips humped needily at the air, cock sprinkling my face and neck with more pre before he stepped off and turned back to lick at the wetness.
I pushed him aside and crawled over to my bed, cock swaying between my legs and dripping its own mess at a steady pace. I could feel his cold nose at the base of my tail and felt his forearms lock against my hips as his cock jabbed at my butt a few times. That sent a chill through my spine, and I wished that we could have continued like that. Unfortunately, while a guy could lift my tail up and out of the way while pounding me from behind, the dog definitely couldn't. Stupid, thick tail.
I gently pushed him off my back and crawled onto my bed, turning onto my back. "Cocoa! Come here boy!" I said, spreading my legs and letting my tail hang off on the ground. Just because doggystyle wouldn't work didn't mean there weren't other options, at least.
Cocoa's nose went right back beneath my balls and his curious tongue teased at a passage I'd introduced to him on several occasions already. The thin, slippery appendage teased along my relaxed ring before pushing inside and slurping at my insides. All I could really do was sprawl on the bed, gripping at the sheets while I waited impatiently for him to mount me. He must have sensed my urgency because he reared up and gripped at my hips while his own started stabbing at the air to find purchase.
I reached a paw down between our bodies and wrapped my fingers around his plump sheath, feeling several inches of bared dog cock greeting me. He redoubled his humping and pulled himself closer to my sprawled form, ass hanging off the bed for him. This had taken almost half an hour of attempts the first time, but I'd grown accustomed to having him between my legs, and in only a few seconds, his cock lined up with my entrance and plowed through.
It hurt. It always did. No amount of lube, relaxing, or preparation can prepare you for the way a dog decides to start humping away at your passage. Cocoa bottomed out inside me in the first thrust, instincts taking over for the both of us. I groaned out, perhaps a bit louder than I intended, and then grit my teeth to tough out the pain of being impaled. Luckily, it goes away fast when you have a dog jabbing your prostate a few times per second, and my cock drooled pre over my stomach, still untouched.
Another thing people don't realize is just how quick sex is for animals, especially dogs. They're not out to set any sort of lovemaking record, and barely twenty seconds had even passed before his knot was fully engorged and lodged inside me. His hips twitched and rocked back and forth, tugging that fat bulb of flesh around in my tunnel while I whined through my nose sluttily. It felt so good to be so full, and I could feel the warmth spreading through me as he pumped me full of doggy seed.
Cocoa was leaning over me, panting happily as his hips slowed to a halt, cock still wedged inside me. I was hard as a rock and dripping profusely, but with the dog over me, I couldn't get to myself until he turned away. I'd love to get off while he was humping me, but with how quick dogs are, I had to settle for jacking off while squeezing down on that pulsing knot.
As if on cue, he turned around and lifted a leg up and over to leave us butt to butt. He'd be knotted up long enough for me to get off, and then he'd pull away and go lick himself until his cock retreated into his sheath. I'd clean up, shower, and no one would have any idea what had just happened; that had been the routine the last handful of times.
Cocoa, though, wanted to pull away this time. He took a step forward and the sudden tug at my passage made me yelp in surprise and pain. Instinctively, I pushed myself from the bed to follow his lead and went thumping onto the floor with a wince as my elbows and shoulders took the brunt of the fall. "Dumb dog," I muttered sullenly. "Stay still."
He did, and I had just wrapped a paw around my needy cock when the door to my bedroom opened. My heart all but stopped as I stared up at the large ram in my doorway. Marcus was almost six foot tall, broad-chested, and had brown horns that curled against his head. Since we'd been lounging around the house he'd been in a t-shirt and sweats, and even soft I could see the outline of his package through the material.
There wasn't anything I could say, no one to blame anything on, and nothing within arms length to grab onto to cover myself. I just stared in horror up at him as all the color drained from my face, and my throat seized up. Cocoa was completely unabashed about the whole ordeal and his tail started wagging happily when he saw the ram, taking another step from me. I didn't have the presence of mind to crawl after the dog, and there was a firm tug at my passage before his thick knot pulled free from me. Cum dripped along my tail from the end of his cock as it swung back in place between his legs. For my part, I let out a pained moan and squeezed my eyes shut at the sudden emptiness.
Cocoa retreated to the corner of my room to lick at himself, and I just lay on my floor, no will to move or reopen my eyes. I heard the click of the doorknob being released and felt the floor as Marcus took a few steps towards me. I was mortified, and was trying to think of the best thing to say to the large guard. I heard him kneel next to me and my eyes opened just a crack before they positively shot open. Two thick, muscular fingers pressed at my gaping passage and into me, spreading me wide enough so that dog cum dripped from me. "I wondered if you did stuff like this," he muttered.
I moaned as those fingers pushed into me a few inches and squirmed on the carpet. "M-marcus, what are you doing?" I asked. I'd fantasized about him quite a bit, but never assumed anything would ever happen, and I was still a bit terrified at being caught in a horribly compromising situation in front of him to tell him to stop.
"I'm your bodyguard. Part of that is keeping a record of what you do on your computer. I knew the kind of things you looked up, I just never knew if you started doing things with Cocoa," he said, pressing those fingers further into me and displacing more cum against his hand and my tail.
My face burned with embarrassment as I learned that truth. I should have expected it, since I was watched anywhere I go, but I had convinced myself I could be sneaky enough not to be found out. "Y-you're not gonna tell on me, are you?" I asked.
The ram chuckled and pulled his fingers back, shuffling around next to me. "Nah, I won't tell on you. You're allowed to keep some secrets, as long as you're safe," he assured me. He had fished himself out of his sweat pants and was stroking over a thick, uncut member like my own, a bead of pre at the head of it. "You don't have to, if you don't want to. I won't tell on you either way," he said.
I stared openly at his member for a few seconds before just nodding dumbly. "Alright," I whispered hoarsely. I'd never actually fooled around with another guy, besides my dog, and Marcus had always been sexy to me.
"Alright as in?" he asked, teasing his foreskin back and forth over the head of his cock while looking down at me. My first thought was that he was trying to get me to beg him, but I realized quickly that he legitimately wanted me to confirm it for him. That was Marcus; always looking out to protect me.
"I want to," I assured him, reaching a paw down to cup his heavy balls, testing their weight. They were quite a bit bigger than my own, and I imagined the load that they'd release.
Marcus stood up and kicked his sweats off the rest of the way before kneeling back between my legs. There was no foreplay, no warmup. He pressed the head of his pre-slicked cock to my cum-soaked entrance and pushed forward. If I hadn't just had a dog's knot lodged in me, I probably would have hurt quite a bit, but Marcus slid in quite smoothly. I winced and squeezed down on him, prepared to tell him to hold on, but I didn't have to.
The ram held himself inside me for a few seconds, letting me adjust, and then pulled back until his head slipped free. His paws held me down on the floor, in place, and he drove forward again, sinking into me. We both moaned out, and I finally got my wish. My cock tensed on my stomach before it convulsed and began spitting rope after rope of cum against my chest, a few hitting my neck and cheek.
Marcus didn't hold back after that. He grit his teeth, lifted my ass off the carpet, and started humping into me with short, shallow thrusts. I was in an orgasm-induced haze and couldn't tell you how long we were like that. I heard his breathing pick up, his chest shuddering, and then felt liquid heat pour into me.
He kept himself buried inside me , pulling me up against his chest so that my cum smeared into his shirt, and we rolled so I was atop his chest. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. I'd just had sex for the first time, and with my bodyguard of eight years. A complicated mess of emotions washed over me, and I started worrying about how things were going to change after this encounter, and whether or not tit would be strange.
All those fears and apprehensions were snuffed out when he wrapped his arms around me, squeezed tight, and kissed my forehead. "I love you, kid," he said.
I calmed down and let out a pent-up sigh, nodding. We'd said that plenty of times, and I knew he meant it. He was like family, and I was certain things would work themselves out. For now, I just relaxed and let myself enjoy the remnants of our spur-of-the-moment mating.