Millie and her Bodyguard

I arrive at the red carpet event early, scanning the crowd for any potential threats. My eyes lock onto Millie, the 20-year-old starlet, as she steps out of her limo. I give her a once-over, taking in her form-fitting silver gown that hugs her petite frame like a second skin. My cock twitches in my pants at the sight of her youthful beauty. I'm Xander, her 41-year-old bodyguard, and it's my job to keep her safe tonight.

As we make our way through the paparazzi, I keep a close eye on Millie, making sure no one gets too close. She's a fragile thing, and I won't let anyone harm her. We reach the entrance, and I gently steer her inside, my large hand on the small of her back. "Stay close, princess," I whisper in her ear, my hot breath making her shiver.

Inside, the air is thick with the smell of perfume and champagne. I lead Millie to the VIP area, where we mingle with other A-listers. My gaze never leaves her, always watching, always ready. When the ceremony begins, I position myself behind her, my arms wrapped protectively around her waist. My cock is hard as steel, throbbing with the need to claim her.

The awards go on for hours, and by the time they're over, I'm ready to burst. Millie is exhausted, her shoulders slumped as we exit the auditorium. "Let's get you to the hotel, sweetheart," I growl, my voice low and husky with lust. She nods, her eyes heavy with fatigue.

In the limo, I sit beside her, my thigh pressed against hers. My hand finds her knee, slowly inching up her leg. "You're so fucking hot, Millie," I grunt.

My hand slides higher, beneath the hem of her mini-skirt, fingers brushing against the damp heat of her pussy. "You're dripping, baby girl," I rasp, my thumb rubbing circles over her swollen clit. She gasps, her head falling back against the leather seat.

"Xander, what are you...?" she breathes, but I cut her off with a harsh kiss, my tongue invading her mouth. She tastes sweet, like the champagne she sipped earlier. I break the kiss, panting. "Shut up and let me take care of you."

I yank down her panties, tossing them aside. My fingers delve into her slick folds, pumping in and out. "Fuck, you're soaked," I groan, my thumb flicking over her clit. "I knew you wanted it, princess. Your little cunt's been begging for my cock all night."

Millie whimpers, her hips bucking into my touch. I pull back, unzipping my fly to free my massive black dick. It bobs in front of her face, the thick shaft pulsing with need. "Suck it, Millie. Show me how much you need it," I command, my voice dripping with dominance.

She looks up at me, her brown eyes glazed with lust. Without hesitation, she takes me into her mouth, her lips stretching around my girth. I fist her hair, guiding her head as she bobs up and down, taking me deep. "That's it, baby, take my dick like a good little slut."

After a few minutes, I pull out, my cock glistening with her saliva. "On your knees, Millie. Now." I help her out of the limo and onto the pavement, pushing her to her knees in front of me. I stroke my shaft.



I step closer, my cock hovering over her face. "Open wide, princess. Time to worship your bodyguard's dick." Millie parts her lips, and I slide back into her mouth, groaning at the tight heat. Her tongue swirls around the head, and I grip her hair tighter, fucking her face with slow, deliberate thrusts.

"Look at me, Millie," I growl, my eyes locked on hers. She gazes up, her eyes shining with submission. I love seeing her on her knees, servicing me like the eager little cocksucker she is. "You're my fucktoy now, understand? You'll do whatever I say."

She nods, tears of pleasure welling in her eyes. I pull out, my cock slapping against her cheek. "Stand up, baby girl. Time for the main event." I lead her to the hotel, my hand firmly gripping her ass as we stride through the lobby. The elevator ride is a blur of heated touches and breathless whispers.

In the room, I shove her against the door, kissing her roughly as I fumble with the zipper of her dress. It falls to the floor, revealing her perky tits in a lacy bra. I tear it away, exposing her pink nipples. "Gonna mark these up real good," I promise, pinching and twisting the sensitive buds until she's whimpering.

I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bed. I toss her down, my eyes devouring her naked body. "Such a pretty little thing. Gonna ruin you for anyone else." I strip off my clothes, revealing my chiseled, muscular frame and thick, uncut cock. Millie's eyes widen at the sight.

I climb onto the bed, looming over her. "Spread those legs, Millie."



I push her thighs apart, exposing her glistening pussy. "Look how wet you are for me," I growl, rubbing the head of my cock through her juices. "You're desperate for this dick, aren't you?" Millie nods, her breath coming in short gasps.

I line up and slam into her, burying myself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. She cries out, her nails digging into my back. "Fuck, you're tight," I grunt, beginning to pump in and out. Her walls clench around me, trying to milk my cock.

I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head as I pound into her. "Take it, Millie. Take my big black cock like the little white slut you are." I lean down, biting and sucking at her neck, leaving marks. "You're mine now, understand?"

She nods frantically, her hips meeting my thrusts. I change the angle, hitting that sweet spot inside her. Millie's eyes roll back, a scream tearing from her throat. "That's it, baby, cum on my cock. Soak me with your juices."

Her pussy spasms, squeezing me like a vice as she comes undone. I fuck her through it, prolonging her pleasure. "Not done with you yet, princess." I flip her over, pulling her up on all fours. "Ass up, now."

Millie presents her round cheeks, and I spank them hard, the sound echoing in the room. "Gonna fuck this pretty ass next." I slick my cock with her pussy juices and press the head against her rosebud. "Beg for it, Millie. Beg me to ruin your ass."

She looks back, pleading eyes meeting mine. "Please, Xander, fuck my ass. Make me yours."



I push inside her tight asshole, groaning at the resistance. Millie screams, her body trembling. "Shh, take it, baby. You can handle my dick." I grip her hips, setting a brutal pace as I claim her virgin hole. The bed creaks with each powerful thrust.

"Fuck, your ass is perfect," I grunt, my balls slapping against her clit. I reach around, rubbing her swollen clit as I fuck her. "Gonna make you cum again on my cock, Millie. You're my little anal slut now."

She's a mess, tears streaming down her face, but her moans tell me she's loving every second. I lean over her, my voice a low rumble in her ear. "You're mine, Millie. My personal fuckdoll. I'll use you whenever I want."

I pull out, spinning her around to face me. Millie's a wreck, mascara streaked, hair disheveled, but her eyes are bright with lust. I lift her, impaling her on my cock once more. She wraps her legs around me as I pin her against the wall, fucking her hard and fast.

"Who do you belong to, Millie?" I demand, my thrusts growing erratic. "Who's your daddy now?"

"Y-you, Xander!" she gasps, her voice raw. "I'm yours!"

I bury myself to the hilt, roaring as I cum deep inside her. Millie's pussy clenches, milking me dry. We collapse against the wall, panting and sweaty. "Stay the night, princess. I'm not done with you yet," I murmur, carrying her to the bed.

As we drift off to sleep, entwined and sated, I know this is just the beginning. Millie is mine now.



Days turn into weeks, and Millie becomes my personal plaything. I keep her in the hotel, never letting her out of my sight. She's a good girl, obeying every command, eager to please. I use her body in every way possible, from rough anal to choking on my cock during meetings.

One evening, as I'm fucking her on the desk, I receive a call from her agent, demanding to know where she is. I put Millie on the phone, listening as she pleads with him, promising to return soon. "Don't worry, I'll take care of her," I assure him, my cock still buried in her pussy.

After the call, I pull out, smirking at the sight of her dripping hole. "Time to get you back to reality, princess." I dress her in a short skirt and tight top, my hands roaming her curves. "But don't think this ends here. You're mine now, Millie. I'll always be watching, always ready to claim you."

At the airport, I hand her a ticket to her next shoot, a note scrawled on the back. "Remember who you belong to. See you soon, my little fucktoy."