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Christine's Adventures 16-20 minutes 1/15/2023
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His orders: don’t take your eyes off me.

Yeah, this is a little different from the Whitney Houston/Kevin Costner story. I mean, less wholesome, and I think a lot sexier.

I got a bodyguard a few weeks ago. My pussy had become a threat to my personal safety. Yes, this damn vagina left a lot of deranged males in its wake, men who threatened me with all kinds of demands, as though their lives depended on it.

They usually got over it after a few weeks. But lately, the look of obsession in the men’s eyes, it has scared me.

So I hired this big Albanian guy from Kosovo named Krasniqi to be my bodyguard. He had a license to carry a gun, and had experience in the Kosovo military. He told me very proudly that he had killed at least ten Serbs during the war. Yet he had the sweetest eyes I’d ever seen on a man. I hired him on the spot. I told him I was going out that night and I wanted him to be my driver and my security, and we agreed on a price.

He showed up in a nice Armani suit for our first night together. He looked very sexy. He drove me to the club, and we went inside together. We sat and shared a drink and chatted a little. Then I saw a guy I wanted to dance with so I excused myself.

I remember feeling so much safer, dancing with this skinny Spanish dude, because if this guy tried anything crazy when I took him back to my apartment, my muscular Kras could crush him with his thumb and forefinger. I looked over and I saw Kras watching me dancing with him. Then, the Spanish guy moved in for a kiss and I kissed him back deeply, aware that Kras’s eyes were focused on me, taking it all in. I felt a thrill between my legs at the idea of being watched like this.

It was then that I decided I wanted Kras to watch me having sex with this Spanish guy, Luis.

Luis invited me back to his house. I said sure, and I took him over to the table to introduce him to my bodyguard.

“You have a bodyguard, eh?” he said in Spanish. “Are you an heiress or something?”

“Yeah, something like that,” I said.

Luis looked all excited at the prospect of hooking up with a hot heiress! Ha.

“He’ll have to come with us, if that’s OK,” I said.

“Sure,” Luis agreed.

When we got back to Luis’s apartment, he offered me some wine, and then politely asked Kras if he wanted some.

“No,” I said sternly. “He’s on duty. He has to remain vigilant. There are powerful enemies of my father who might try to kidnap me at any time.”

Luis raised his eyebrows. I could tell he was a little scared, and was maybe reconsidering this whole situation.

“You mean, they might break in here and try to kidnap you, like tonight?”

“Yes,” I said. “They’d probably liquidate you.”

“Liquidate me?”

I saw him gulp — I literally saw his throat move.

“Well, if you are scared, we can just go home,” I said, and I turned ever so slightly to the side to give him a nice view of my side boob.

“No, no,” he lied. “I am not scared. Here, sit down, have some wine.”

So we sat and had some wine while Kras stood dramatically near the door, standing guard. After a few sips, Luis put his hand on my leg, kissed me, and started moving the hand up. Soon he was already up to my pussy, rubbing me through my panties.

And now, I saw Kras gulp — I literally saw his throat move. I slipped the dress off my shoulders and revealed my breasts. I saw Kras gulp again as Luis went in and started kissing my nipples. I have very small breasts, but many people have told me they are sexy. I guess Kras agreed. Yup, in a moment, I saw a distinctive bulge in the crotch of his Armani trousers.

Soon I was lying on my back on Luis’s couch, and he kissed his way down my belly, then removed my dress and then my panties.

I lay there with my legs spread, offering up my pussy. And staring right at Kras. Looking him right in the eyes. As Luis began sucking my clit, I licked my lips. Kras licked his lips in response. Then he put his hand down to his crotch and subtly brushed up against the bulge there. I was so turned on, seeing that I was turning him on that way. And turning on Luis, too, I should say, who now had his pants off and was sporting a large erection. Turning men on gets me so turned on — I don’t know why. I feel like I have some power over them, and I like it. Turning two men on at once turns out to be twice as much of a turn-on as turning on one. That’s a lot of turning on in that sentence, sorry! Hope it wasn’t confusing.

“I’ve never tasted anything like it,” sighed Luis, feasting on my clit. “Jesus Christ! What is it?”

“Strawberries,” I said.

Fresas! Si!” he said in Spanish. “You put strawberries on your pussy?”

“No, it just tastes like that naturally,” I said. Frankly, I’m a little tired of explaining that to people, but whatever.

“Why don't you put a finger up my ass while you do that?” I suggested to Luis.

“Oh my God!” I heard Kras utter, standing at the door. It was too much for him, I guess. I lifted up my butt and gave both of them a good glance at my little starfish.

“Go on, put your finger in there, baby,” I said.

And Luis put a finger into my asshole.

Dreqin, dreqin!” I heard Kras muttering. Later I found out that was Albanian for “damn!” I guess he enjoyed watching my ass being invaded. I don't know, maybe it was confusing to his whole protect and serve ethos. He wanted to protect that butthole. Or did he? He wanted to be the one invading it? He was struggling mightily with some desire, that was apparent. He started pacing back and forth at the door. Biting his lip. And then I came.

“I’m cumming!” I screamed.

“Fuck, fuck fuck!” I heard Kras whining. It made my orgasm even sweeter.

“Thank you,” I said to Luis. “Now you lie down here, I want to give you something in return.”

Luis lay down on the couch, his hard-on pointing to the ceiling.

“I want to deep-throat that sweet pecker,” I said. “I’ve been practicing my deep-throating technique. Tell me how you like it.

“Oh no, no, no, no,” I heard Kras sighing. I glanced over. He was literally clenching his knees together as though his whole midsection was in tremendous pain. He was grabbing the molding of the doors to hold himself up. He looked like he was about to pass out.

I put my mouth right above Luis’s cock, then I asked, “You alright over there, Kras?”

“Yes,” came the muffled reply. He was clenching his teeth together and could hardly speak.

“OK,” I said.

Then I put my mouth down hard on that cock and took it all the way to the back of my throat. I really had been practicing, deep-throating a dildo for ten minutes a day as part of a strict regimen. I was mind-blowingly able to go thirty seconds at a time without gagging.

“Oh my fucking god!” cried Luis, after a few minutes of this, pulling my head off him. “Stop, stop, stop, you’re going to make me cum!”

“What, you don't want to cum?”

“Of course I want to cum,” he said, panting. “But I want to fuck you, you sexy thing! If I cum I won’t be able to fuck you.”

“What? You can’t get hard again?”

“Not usually,” he said.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I’ll get you hard again.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

And he lay back again to let me suck him some more. I took a long look at Kras, licking my lips slowly, gazing deeply into his eyes.

Then I put my mouth down hard on the dick again. I pumped him deeper and deeper into my throat. I felt like I was going to pass out from the lack of oxygen, then I felt it on the back of my throat, thank God. He was cumming. I came up panting for air, and a bunch of his cum came shooting out of my mouth as I gasped.

I saw Kras’s eyes widen as the cum flew through the air.

Then I saw something else. A wet spot on his Armani crotch. He’d managed to make himself cum with that subtle knuckle-against-crotch rubbing he was doing. I smiled in satisfaction.

Luis’s dick was all shriveled up. He looked distraught.

“See, I told you,” he said. “It won’t get hard again.”

“Oh hush,” I said. “Lie back, let me give you some more of that delicious taste you liked. And use your hand while I do it.”

He lay his head back on the couch. I crouched over him and sat on his mouth. Now I was staring straight at Kras as I rubbed my pussy over Luis’s mouth, back and forth. Luis started moaning as he tasted me. I glanced down. He was jerking himself off and moaning, and indeed, he was half erect already.

As was my bodyguard.

I saw the distinctive outline of a half chub on those wet Armani trousers.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, baby, suck my pussy, baby, suck it, I love it, it makes me feel so hot, so fucking hot, oh god, make me cum again baby, come on, lick it, faster, faster, yes, like that, just like that, there, there, there, that’s the spot!”

And then boom, I was cumming again, and as I imagined might happen, a squirt of ejaculate flew right over Luis’s face, and landed on the floor in front of my bodyguard. Then another one.

I don’t think he had ever seen a girl squirt before. He looked downright scared.

“It’s OK baby, it’s just squirt,” I explained. “It happens sometimes when I sit on a guy’s face.”

He nodded. He actually looked like he was suffering from a concussion or something, from this point on in the night. Like he wasn’t fully aware of his surroundings. He looked so dazed.

“Now I want you to take this,” I said, handing Luis a tube of lube. “Put some of it on my asshole and then fuck me hard and deep with that nice big dick of yours.”

I got on all fours. I was staring straight at Kras, as my new boyfriend did as he was told. I felt the cold dab of lube. Then I felt his big dick slowly entering me.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I screamed. It was a bit painful, of course.

“Stop it right now!” I heard Kras scream. “You’re hurting her.”

I looked up. He had his pistol drawn.

“Jesus Christ!” cried Luis, pulling quickly out of me.

“It’s OK, Kras!” I yelled. “Put the gun down. I like it! I like it, you idiot! Snap out of it!”

“Oh, I’m sorry Ma’am,” he said. “I thought, I thought…”

“Neve mind. Come on Luis, put it back in me. Stop being a pussy.”

I felt him putting it back in me.

“Ah!” I yelled again, because he was pretty big.

“Use some more lube, please,” I said.

I felt him pulling out, then another cold dab of lube. Then he was back in me and now he was able to go all the way in and it didn’t hurt any more. In fact, it felt fantastic.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck my ass, baby. Fuck it harder. Come on! Come on!”

“Oh no, no, no,” cried Luis. “No, please!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m going to cum again! And I want to fuck your pussy. But if I cum again, I will never in a million years get hard again, no! No! Please! Oh no!”

And then I felt him thrust really hard all the way into my ass and hold his dick there as he shot out like eight hard spasms of cum, deep inside me.

“Oh yeah, baby, shoot it in me deep. Shoot it all the way up in my ass so your cum goes all the way up my intestines and then goes up my esophagus and comes out my mouth, that’s what I want. Can you do that, can you baby!”

“I’ll try!” he screamed.

Then I got a bunch of saliva into a kind of ball in my mouth, and just as a joke, you know, I cried out, “You did it, you did it, look!” I let the ball of saliva come out of my mouth and start dribbling down my lower lip and onto my chin.

I think that blew whatever was left of Kras’s mind. He slumped back against the wall in shock, as I let the “cum” drip down my lips, then I licked it up with my tongue.

“Oh your cum tastes like my ass,” I said, and I had to suppress a laugh, as Kras was now putting his hands over his eyes, because he couldn't take seeing any more. “It’s so delicious, Luis. Here, taste it.”

And then, as though we were ass-cum swapping, I kissed Luis deep on the lips. As I worked my tongue against his, I put my hand down and stroked his little quiescent penis, and I felt a little sign of life there.

“Oh, baby, I’m so glad I met you tonight,” I said. “Nobody’s ever done me so good in the ass. Nobody. You’re the best, baby, the very best.”

Soon he was hard again.

“My God,” he said. “How do you do it? I’ve never, never…”

“You’ve never been with a woman like me,” I said. “And now, get ready, because you’re about to experience my crystal vagina.”

“Your what?”

I got on top of his dick and put it slowly in my pussy.

“My pussy is a medical rarity called the crystal vagina,” I explained. “It has layers of flesh that fold in on themselves, and when a penis is inserted in there, they fold in and around the penis, like a nest of robins, buzzing and nuzzling against it with their feathers, and it makes for an especially stimulating and satisfying — oh! oh!”

I couldn’t speak any more, because he was hitting me right in the sweet spot down there. I looked over and my bodyguard now had his pants down to his ankles, and his underwear. And he was standing there almost drooling, with that concussed expression on his face, watching as I fucked Luis, and as a little orgasm started stirring in the base of my loins, and rising, rising, rising up my body and I knew it was about to hit my brain and I was about to cum like never before, but the anticipation of this release was strangely elongated, how long was this lasting, this swirling, this fantastic rising of the orgasmic feeling. Then as I saw a huge load of cum shooting out of my bodyguard’s dick, finally it hit my brain and I felt myself flying headlong over that waterfall and off the edge and I came, came, came so fucking hard I couldn’t believe it.

“AhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed, as I held that Spaniard’s little wrists hard against the couch and I just thrust and held my pussy to his pelvic bone, making the orgasm go and go and go and soon, there it was in the base of my loins again, that little tickling feeling, and like magic, somehow a whole new orgasm was beginning before the first one had finished, but this time as it rose, rose, rose up my body and into my brain, it got suspended right on the edge even longer, I pressed and pressed and held my pussy hard against his pelvic bone.

“I’m cumming!” I heard Luis cry.

And then the orgasm released and I felt drenched in satisfaction. As though I was standing outside in the midst of a downpour, only it wasn’t rain coming down, it was endorphins and dopamine and every other chemical that makes the brain feel pleasure.

Pleasure, pleasure, and more pleasure.

And then, a kind of blackout. I collapsed atop him.

A while later I was dressed and sitting in the backseat of my car, as my driver and bodyguard Kras drove me away from that Spaniard’s neighborhood.

“I’m sorry ma’am,” he was saying. “I’m a good Muslim man. I really can’t be getting involved in this kind of…um…behavior…When I took this job…I didn’t…”

“Oh hush, Kras, you loved every minute of it,” I said. “I saw you.”

He drove in silence the rest of the way back to my apartment, parked and walked me to the door.

“Thank you Kras,” I said. “I’m going to need you again tomorrow night. I have a date with a very sexy Swedish guy I met on the internet. Can you come around 10 PM?”

I slipped him a hundred euro tip for his fine service.

It took him a moment, I saw that. I guess he was thinking, “Do I get out now? Or never. Because there is something extremely fucked up about this job, and yet, if I don’t quit now, somehow I know I never will. Ever. This is my one tiny chance of escape. And if I was smart, I would take it.”

But he didn’t. He slipped the 100 euros into his pocket.

“Are you really an heiress?” he asked me, looking at me so naively and sweetly. I had to smile.

“No, Kras,” I said. “I’m actually not that well-off. And your fee is a bit of a stretch for me. But you’re worth it. I mean it, every penny.”

“And if you don’t mind me asking, Ma’am,” he said. “What you were saying earlier to that guy, about your…you know…”

“My crystal vagina?” I laughed.

“Is it true?”

“Well, the doctors told me there were only seven documented cases of women with crystalline folds of labia that form an almost snowflake-like shape around anything that is inserted into it…but who knows, maybe I’m just making the whole thing up!”

I bit my lip, coquettishly.

He swallowed hard.

I gave him a sweet little kiss on the forehead. It was a big forehead. As I kissed him, it felt like his forehead was about ten feet wide.

“See you tomorrow then?”

“Sure thing, Ma’am,” he said. “10 PM. Thank you. Good night.”

Thank God, I thought. Because for a moment there I was sure I had scared him off. But no, he was up to the job. And now, yay! I didn’t have to worry any more about being killed by some random dude. There was something about the way Kras pulled that gun when he thought I was being ass-hurt. I knew in that moment that he would take a bullet for me. And he would rip the lungs out of anyone who tried to hurt me.

Now I wonder, I really do, how the hell did I stay alive this long without a 280-pound Albanian ball of muscle to protect me? How?

My sweet Kras, I can’t live without him!