Schoolgirl Chelsea busts her new bodyguard. The nympho joins in.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18


Things had taken a turn for the worst for Warren since he failed his mission ordered by his boss Mr Ellsworth. As a punishment for this Warren had been reassigned to escort Ellsworth's daughter Chelsea. Technically designated as her bodyguard Warren was more of her personal driver and assistant, considering the two previous encounters where she had effortlessly destroyed him and his balls she clearly could handle herself.


Today he was tasked with escorting Chelsea to the mall after picking her up from her boarding school campus. Today she was accompanied by her friend Renee, Warren had never seen her before but he had to resist staring at her as he followed behind the two. Renee was pure sex, shorter than Chelsea at just over 5 feet, soft milky pale skin and blonde hair in a ponytail. Her breasts stretched the fabric of her thing black school sweater, her plaid skirt bounced away from her soft thick thighs with every step, thighs that lead down to her clean white vans, unlike Chelsea her socks were cut short enough to be hidden by her shoes leaving her legs exposed entirely.


He carried a small collection of bags from a variety of luxury stores as Chelsea burned through thousands of dollars of her father's money. He listened to the methodical beeps of the price scanner as the cashier checked each of Chelsea and Renee's items at the designer clothing store.


"That'll be 2,300 dollars." The cashier read off the total.


"Card." Chelsea snapped her fingers and held out her hand for her father's black card that Warren carried.


"I'm... I'm sorry Ms. Ellsworth but that exceeds your daily limit..." He gulped, afraid of how she'd react.


She spun around and glared at him. "Excuse me?" her voice dripping with entitlement.


"I was told to cap you at a certain amount..."


He saw Renee make an 'oh shit' face and turn away with an amused look on her face. Chelsea approached Warren and looked up at him, standing in his personal face, she stood almost a full foot shorter than him and he could smell her perfume.


"Warren, have you forgotten what I do to your balls when I don't get what I want?" She said in a whisper.


"Ms Ellsworth... I'm wearing protection today..." He looked down at her feet, she wore a pair of soft black flats with decorative bows over the toes. "And with your boots you won't be able to break it..."


Chelsea opened her mouth as if to laugh but the shock at his audacity silenced any noise, her bottom lip pulled back over her teeth. She threw up her hands then turned away from Warren, something immediately caught her eye.


"How much is left on me 'daily limit' Warren?" She asked, audible disgust at the concept of being given restrictions.


"Just over 400 dollars ma'am..." He answered sheepishly.


Chelsea approached a display near the register, a fancy pair of designer boots, firm material and a sharp stiletto heel, more than enough to break Warren's protective cup. The color flushed from his face when she turned over the price tag '300$'.


"You know, I think I'd look really cute in these, don't you?" She taunted.


Before Warren could even formulate an answer Renee's hand reached out and rested on Chelsea's. She shook her head and smiled, why was she intervening in this?


"Chels, I don't think that's necessary. Why don't we... go back and look for something else."


Chelsea was startled for a moment until a wicked smile creeped across her lips, she looked back at Warren. "You're totally right, Renee. Lets just go find something else."


What was happening? Why did Chelsea agree to this and why did she look so damn satisfied? There was no way of knowing but as long as she didn't have on those boots there was nothing she could do to him. The girls spent the next 10 minutes doing some mind numbing shopping, before he knew it Chelsea had somehow slipped away. He spotted her quickly, halfway across the store and flirting with the manager.


Before he could approach her the dressing room door in front of him opened, Renee stepped out, wearing the same uniform as before but this time in a much much shorter skirt. If you could even call it a skirt, more like a thick belt that left little to the imagination. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, the skirt barely covered halfway down her ass which was left even more exposed by a reveling red panties. With every step of her sensual strut he managed catch a glimpse of her pussy, not even kind of covered by the revealing miniskirt.

She yanked a sweater off the rack then flung it over her shoulder as she turned to Warren. His mouth turned to cotton as he realized she was fully aware of his staring.


"Oh, sorry, is this inappropriate?" She asked, opening her legs a bit.


"N-no..."


"Good. Do you like, want to follow me?" She asked as she stepped into the dressing room.


Warren didn't hesitate to follow after her, closing the door behind him, why was he doing this? There was no way this wasn't going to get him in trouble, but he just couldn't resist her. As he turned away from the door his jaw hit the floor entirely.


Renee was leaned over a bench, ass up in the air and facing him, his erection immediately grew, pressing against the hard plastic of his cup. He undid his belt, dropping his pants into a pile of clothing at his feet, followed by his boxers. When he grabbed his cup he hesitated, knowing this was the only protection he had from Chelsea.


Renee reached back and stretched herself open with two fingers. "Are you gonna fuck this fucking pussy or what?" She asked.


This sent him over the edge, Warren ripped off the cup and tossed it aside, running up to Renee and shoving himself deep inside her, her entire torso coiled up when he did. She gasped loudly as he pounded her hard from behind, placing his hands on her sides to maintain a grip on her.


"Fuck yes! This is the biggest cock I've taken all week!" She shouted in ecstasy. "N one of Chelsea's other bodyguards fucked me this good."


Warren just kept pounding her, he couldn't believe how wet she was, her pussy gripping his dick tightly as she slammed harder and harder. "Fuck how are you this tight..."


"You like this pussy?" She shouted, hopefully no one else would hear this.


Warren was pulled into a trance as he continued fucking her brains out, it was like the world melted away behind him. Something out of the ordinary managed to catch his attention somehow, a shadow from behind him moved. It wasn't much but it was enough to make him turn his neck and try and see what was going down.


This completely brought him back to reality, Chelsea had slipped into the dressing room and was rummaging through his pants, trying to find her father's black card. Warren pulled out of Renee, her pussy was so tight it nearly wouldn't let go, causing a wet pop when his tip slid out.


"Chelsea! Stop!" His hands lowered in front of his balls and dick, hoping to keep Chelsea from seeing them


"Don't tell me what to do creep! You're fucking my best friend!"


"The card is in my jacket." He nodded the chest pocket of his suit jacket. "Just go wait outside."


"No. Fuck you. I worked hard for this money, I had to beat the fuck out of you and that other loser daddy sent, I want to shop now. I deserve it! Now give me the card or this is gonna get really fucking painful for you."


Warren yanked the card out of his jacket and gripped it tightly. "I can't give it to you... please don't kick me in the balls again."


Chelsea placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot with a smirk. "Oh, I won't"


The loud smack cut Warren's response short, the unmistakable pop of a foot smacking against his sack. He looked down and realized what had happened, a bare foot from behind had smashed up into his balls. Renee. She kept her foot in place for a few seconds even wiggling her toes before retracting her foot. Her foot was cute, stubbier than Chelsea's and soft, but no matter how soft it was it didn't lessen the pain in his nuts.


But the most surprising thing was what happened the moment her foot impacted. He didn't even realize it until it had already passed. A strand of white sticky mess shot out of his tip, it sailed across the room and splattered over Chelsea. A drop on her face, some on her chest and a bit more on her exposed thighs. Warren fell to one knee and leaned against the wall beside him for support, looking up in horror at what had happened.


The oblivious Renee jumped up from her seat and hopped up and down twice, clapping with joy at what she had done. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Its, like, even more fun than it looked in the video! That was so awesome! I was just like 'bam' and he was just like 'nnnn' and he fell to the ground! Ha! Loser!" She made an L at her forehead with two fingers.


Chelsea laughed under her breath. "Yeah. Then he shot his load all over me."


"Holy fuck..." Renee said.


"Renee, do you think you could take a few photos of this. I think daddy would be quite shocked to see me covered in Warren's cum don't you think?"


"I think so. Ew whats wrong with you, sick freak, you like getting your balls kicked or something? What the actual fuck?"


"Please don't..." Warren begged as the flash of Renee's camera went off multiple times. "You can take the card..."


Chelsea crossed her arms and looked down at him. "Bring it to me." She ordered.


Warren mustered all his strength and got to his feet, limping over to Chelsea and holding out the card for her to take. "Take it..."


Chelsea pretended to hesitate. "Tell daddy you just lost track of the spending."


"Yes, Chelsea..."


"Oh and one more thing." Her knee slammed up into his balls, it took everything in him to hold back exploding the rest of his load on her leg. Who knows what she would do at that point.


Chelsea watched him fall to the ground then spun around to leave the room, her brown ponytail flipping in the wind when she did. He sat upright on the floor and kept his legs spread wide open, hoping to keep any pressure off his balls. He saw Renee's bare feet standing in front of him, hi eyes drew a trail from her toes, up her knees, past her wet pussy, up her blouse and ending at her piercing blue eyes. She looked down at him like she was trying to figure out what she was seeing, one finger pressed into her chin.


"What do you want..." He asked timidly.


Without saying a word Renee placed her right foot on his sack, trapping his testicles between the cold floor and her warm toes. She pressed down hard with the full weight of her body, eventually it became too much. The last of his load shot out in spurts, splattering on her feet. His dick convulsed, trying to eject more semen with none left inside. Renee withdrew her foot as he fell on his back.


"I knew you liked that shit." She said.


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Adding another girl in the next chapter or maybe the one after, vote down below on which one you’d prefer to see first. Also comment any suggestions or requests.

An edgy tattoo artist lesbian tom boy. One of Chelsea’s friends from college.

Or

Chelsea's military academy older sister.

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