Serving the Secret Service E-Book

Sara Kitty

• Herausgeber: Wet Kitty Purr
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

The best part of being the first daughter was the Secret Service. Sure, it was inconvenient to have those guys follow me around all the time, but they were hot. Every time I went out I had a team of several sexy alpha men guarding me. And they had sworn they would take a bullet for me. I’ll admit that my fantasies were all centered on guys in dark suits and sunglasses. And OH MY GOD that sexy earpiece.

Leseprobe

Serving the Secret Service

Sara Kitty and Sienna Seed

Published by Sara Kitty, 2017.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

SERVING THE SECRET SERVICE

First edition. June 7, 2017.

Copyright © 2017 Sara Kitty and Sienna Seed.

ISBN: 978-1386960089

Written by Sara Kitty and Sienna Seed.

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Serving the Secret Service

About the Author

Chapter 1: Secret Service Guys are HOT

My father was in the third year of his presidency when I turned 18.  It wasn’t easy being the President’s only daughter, but dad was a popular President and I became America’s sweetheart.  My mom passed away when I was young, and my father had chosen to dedicate himself fully to public service instead of getting remarried. 

The best part of being the first daughter was the Secret Service.  Sure, it was inconvenient to have those guys follow me around all the time, but they were hot.  Every time I went out I had a team of several sexy alpha men guarding me.  And they had sworn they would take a bullet for me.  I’ll admit that my masturbation fantasies were all centered on guys in dark suits and sunglasses.  And OH MY GOD that sexy earpiece. 

But they were always with me.  On a date with a guy?  Secret Service man guaranteed to be a table away staring my date down.  Stuffing my fingers into my pussy?  Secret Service man guaranteed to be outside my bedroom door, probably listening to me moan.  Seriously, the thought of ever having sex with a guy while the Secret Service was outside my door?  Impossible.  Not going to happen.  No man wanted to touch me.  The Secret Service was my own personal chastity belt.  But, as I said before - they were hot.

I was in my bedroom one morning with my favorite vibrator turned all the way up.  I was wearing my t-shirt that said “Future First Female President”.  Yeah, I got goals, bitches.  So, I was lying there rubbing my pussy lips while my vibrator buzzed against my clit.  And I was about to explode into pure orgasmic bliss.  Normally I try to muffle my sex sounds, but today I just couldn’t.  I screamed in ecstasy as loud as I could.  And then I heard an immediate rough knocking on my door.

“Are you alright in there, Katie?”

It was the voice of John, one of my Secret Service guys.  John was tall and muscular, and had a shiny bald head that I liked to run my hands across.  He never seemed to mind.  He was good company too.  I often wished I could give him a blowjob after a hard day of guarding my ass.  But I couldn’t.  Because who would guard the door while I gave one Secret Service guy a blowjob?  Another Secret Service guy?  Doubtful. 

“I’m okay,” I shouted back.

“Are you sure?”

“John, please.”

“Fine.  But I’m coming in to check on you.”

And he opened the door just like that.  Yeah, there were no locked doors between me and my muscle bound guardians.

I pulled my covers over my entire body.

“Go away, John.”

“I’m just doing my duty, Ms. Katie.  No need to get upset with me.”

And be began to search my room.  For what?  I don’t know.  Maybe he thought someone had planted a bomb in my closet and when it went off I had an orgasm or something.

“John, I have to get dressed.  I’m meeting my father for coffee in an hour.”

“We’ll get you to your father.  Don’t worry.”

I peeked out from under my covers.  “John, there’s really nothing in the closet.  And that Teddy Bear you just picked up...he’s not trying to kill me.”

John laughed and threw the teddy bear back in the closet where all stuffed bears belong while you’re masturbating. 

“Ya know, I guarded the last first daughter too.  You know, the Republican’s daughter.  She was definitely very boring compared to you.”