The Principal's Daughter Page 7

  "Would you help me put on this necklace, please?" she pleaded to him, her voice taking on a helpless tone.

  Richard stood transfixed, admiring her. her long black sleek hair, pulled across to one side, fell over her left shoulder. The end of hair lay tantalisingly over her left breast.

  “Of course,” Richard replied.

  Taking the proffered necklace from her outstretched hand, her fingers lingered on his for just the briefest of moments. He stood behind her admiring her slender neck, which was exposed, as she pulled her hair further to the seed to give him access. The heady smell of her perfume filled his nostrils. With shaking hands, he lifted the necklace over her head. His body was pressing against her, and his cock was stiffening as she pushed back against him. Securing the necklace with its clasp, he pulled away from her.

  “Pandora, we don’t have time for this” he admonished her.

  “Why not? We have another half an hour before we have to leave” she pouted and gave a disappointed and desperate look.

  “Yes and I have my shirt to iron, and few final checks and brief with Rob. What happened the other night should not have, I am paid to look after your father, not to screw his daughter,” he explained to her, not really sounding convincing.

  “Okay but I’m not finished with you yet” Pandora spoke in a threatening voice.

  Richard stood back, and with a gesture of his hand invited her to leave. She glared at him, her eyes burning bright, swivelled on her heel, and stormed out of the room. She was so used to getting her own way! How dare he reject her advances?

  The security party for that night consisted of Richard, Rob and two members of the personal escort section. The security advance team had already swept the route and confirmed that it was clear. They then stood down for the night, and the remainder awaited the arrival of Hank, Clarissa, and Pandora.

  They appeared together, walking across the plush carpet of the hallway. Hank was dressed in his dinner jacket and bow tie, his arm linked through Clarissa’s, while Pandora did the same on his other side.

  “You’re looking very sharp there, Richard,” he greeted his bodyguard.

  “That’s very nice of you to say so. I try my best,” Richard replied, blushing at the same time.

  Clarissa’s eyes were all over him, checking him out from head to his highly polished shoes. Pandora gave a wink and a smile, appreciating what she saw, and knowing what lay beneath.

  Ensuring that everyone was ready to depart, Rob spoke into his microphone and informed the two drivers they were leaving the building.

  The journey through the city was uneventful. The traffic was busy but it was to be expected for a Friday evening at that time. On their arrival at the Embassy, they went through the usual security checks, but were waved through in a timely fashion. Hank was, after all, the number two diplomat at the Embassy.

  They were some of the first to arrive, and Hank immediately sought out the Ambassador. Richard followed on a pace or so behind him, while Rob headed over to the head of the Ambassador’s security detail. The brief conversation with the Ambassador had come to its conclusion and Hank and his family lined up to his left to receive the guests that were now arriving.

  Richard stood just behind his client, eyeing each of the guests as they made their way down the line. Nations’ diplomats from all over the world were present, from the Far and Middle East, to the countries of Africa, and the New World. It was a full hour before the formal greetings had ended. Hank shook hands with the Ambassador and gave his wife a peck on the cheek. He explained that he had better mingle, to which they nodded their approval.

  For the rest of the evening, Richard shadowed his Principal, never more than two or three paces away from him. He was drinking sparkling mineral water and could die for a glass of the Champagne the rest of the guests were consuming in great quantities. To try and blend in, he would engage in conversation with some of the guests, his back never shown to his client.

  Pandora’s voice rose more and more as the night went on, her hysterical laughter echoing through the great hall. The look of disapproval once again from her father spoke volumes, but was disregarded by the spoilt brat. She wasn’t the only one enjoying the free hospitality, as Richard saw that man others were looking a little worse for wear.

  Rob’s voice in his ear caused Richard to break the conversation he was having with a pretty lady from Australia.

  “Looks like one of the Middle Eastern delegates has had a little too much to drink. Strange that, as Muslims aren’t supposed to touch alcohol.” Rob sounded sarcastic, but it made Richard smile.

  His senses were heightened for any impending danger, moving closer to Hank as he observed the drunken man making a bee line towards him. The look on his face told him that the audience he sought was not going to be friendly. When he was about six feet from his client, Richard expertly placed his body in between Hank and the would-be troublemaker. With a firm grip on his upper arm, he guided him away. He nodded to one of the Ambassador’s security detail a few paces away. Without a word exchanged. the American whisked the now protesting man out of the room. As Richard was about to turn around he felt a hand squeeze his arse cheek.

  Rotating his body, he looked about him, no one was near except Clarissa who had her back to him. As he shrugged off what he thought must have been his overactive imagination, Clarissa looked over her shoulder and winked. What the fuck, he thought to himself, has she really just done that with her husband right beside her?

  The guests slowly began to depart, the hour was late, and Richard’s feet were beginning to ache. The amount of water he had consumed made his bladder feel like it was going to burst. He looked across at Rob, and motioned him across.

  “Keep an eye on Hank for me will you? I need to take a piss,” he said as Rob joined him.

  “No worries mate, don’t be long I think he wants to leave in ten minutes” Rob said taking up a position close to Hank.

  Richard disappeared, but returned after only a short while. Hank was putting a shawl around his wife’s shoulders. Pandora was draining another glass of Champagne, swaying unsteadily on her feet. Hank took the glass from her and handed it to a passing waiter. Richard couldn’t quite make out what was said, but she didn’t look happy.

  They left just minutes later, the personal escort section and Richard forming a protective cordon around the group as they made their way to the cars. Everyone now back in the safety of the vehicles after another successful night, they headed out of the Embassy grounds and back to Belgravia.

  The door was opened by one of the security advance party, who returned to the house after clearing the route. Clarissa had to give her daughter a helping hand navigating the few steps into the building. Hank was not in a good mood, and Richard could see another argument coming with his daughter. He was surprised when his client turned around once they were inside and proclaim.

  “Right, it has been a long day I’m going to bed. Are you coming darling?” he directed the question to Clarissa.

  “I think I will sit up for a while have a night cap, and make sure Pandora is okay,” she replied.

  “Okay, sweetie. I’ll see you soon.” Hank turned and strolled towards the stairs.

  When he was about halfway up and out of earshot, Clarissa turned to Richard who was about to head off as well. “Would you like to join us for a drink before you turn in?”

  Richard thought for a moment he really shouldn’t, being on duty and up early for his run with Hank. Yet after seeing everyone enjoying themselves, he thought it would be harmless.

  “I’d love to, and thank you,” he responded, waiting for Clarissa to lead the way.

  Placing her arm around her daughter, Clarissa guided her to the downstairs reception room. The room itself was furnished with two plush three-seat Chesterfield sofas. Their burnished leather shone in the light given off by yet another crystal chandelier. In the corner of the room was a purpose built bar, complete with optics, upright fridge and draught beer on
tap. It was the first time that Richard had been in the room. He felt a little nervous in the company of the two tipsy women.

  Pandora slumped herself onto one of the Chesterfields, her legs splayed showing a distinct hint of her panties. Richard’s gaze was drawn towards the bright coloured red triangle.

  “What’s your favourite poison?” Clarissa’s words caused him to glance away.

  “I’m partial to a drop of single malt” he replied. Or indeed anything that would help me relax, he thought.

  “Do you have a particular preference? We have a wide range of choices,” Clarissa replied.

  Although her response was a simple enough one, Richard seemed to think it had another meaning. Before he could tell her his favourite brand, she asked another question.

  “Is that a real bow tie or a clip-on?” she pointed at his black tie.

  “It’s real” he admitted, which he wouldn’t have done so to Rob. It was an unbroken rule that bodyguards should always wear clip-on ties, the reason being that an attacker could not have something to grab onto.

  “Let’s play a game shall we? I will blind fold you, pour you a drink, and you have to guess what it is” Clarissa said in a husky and seductive voice, moving towards him at the same time.

  Facing him, she slowly began to undo the knot of his bow tie. Like a tantalising strip tease, she did not rush her actions, staring into Richard’s eyes, not breaking contact. The smile on her lips, confirmed to him that she was enjoying the game. Although she was around fifteen years his senior she was a stunning woman. She oozed sex appeal, and Richard grew rapidly aroused by the moment.

  He glanced across at Pandora, who was also enjoying her stepmother’s little antics. Her right hand moved to her vagina, and her fingers provocatively raised he skirt a little. Richard now had full view of her red panties, as her fingers rubbed her clit through the flimsy material. He savoured the sight, as Clarissa moved to behind him. Taking the long strip of black material, she threw it over his left shoulder, her right hand grasping it. Richard continued to watch Pandora as her fingers pulled aside her panties. He gave out a quiet murmur. That sight was his last as darkness enveloped him.

  The rapid increase of his pulse ignited on a distant but vivid memory. Whilst in the military he had taken part in a course for Special Forces troops. They had been taught how to survive behind enemy lines, and part of this was involved interrogation resistance. Now being deprived of the sense of sight, and destitute of spatial awareness, these unpleasant memories flooded back. Yet this time the outcome will be very different, he thought.

  He felt warm breath on the back of his neck and the soft touch of lips on his ear lobe. He shuddered with pleasure, his cock responding in kind. As quickly as it begun it ceased, replaced with the feeling of his jacket being pulled down from his shoulders. The room was warm but he felt the noticeable change in temperature. The hands then left his body for a moment, before returning to him, one on his chest.

  “Take a sniff of this and tell me what you think it is,” Clarissa asked, having placed a glass under his nose.

  The aroma of the familiar liquid drifted into his nasal cavity. “It’s a Scottish Malt from one of the Western Isles” Richard replied confidently, after inhaling the unmistakable peaty smell.

  “You are a clever boy; I wonder what else you're good at” Clarissa responded in her sexy come to bed voice.

  Richard felt the buttons of his shirt being released, fingers probing inside, caressing his chest and toying with his nipples. Then another pair of hands began to unbuckle his belt, and his trousers fell to the ground. Unless Clarissa has four hands, Richard guessed these belonged to Pandora. His boxer shorts followed in a rapid movement. He was naked from the waist down, but only for a short space of time. His shirt joined his pants an instant later. Standing there naked, he felt vulnerable, and perspiration began to form on his upper lip. The touch of the hands was gone now, and he stood motionless in anticipation of what was soon to happen. His dick had reached its full length as the blood coursed through his arteries causing it to swell.

  Hands traced a line over his abdominal muscles, while others cupped his balls. The supple manipulation of his testicles caused his abs to clench and his thighs to tense. The gentle stroking motion of the fingers grasping his shaft caused him to whimper, soon silenced as what he surmised to be Clarissa’s lips against his own. Her teeth teased him, gently nibbling. Her tongue traced a path over his mouth, parting his lips and encircling his tongue with hers. His arms instantly encircled her, bringing her close. As he did so, he felt his cock engulfed in a wet, warm opening, driving him insane. The kiss became more passionate as his needs and desires enflamed. Then the kiss was broken without warning, yet the feeling of his cock being attended to did not. Suddenly he could feel fingers fumbling with his bow tie. A bright light filled his eyes as the blindfold fell away.

  He looked down to see Pandora staring up at him dressed only in her underwear. His tool was being devoured by her ever-hungry mouth. Back and forth, she slid her lips down its length. Then from his peripheral vision the sight of Clarissa who had also discarded her outer garments. She was dressed in black lacy lingerie, complete with suspenders. Her body belied her age, with not a stretch mark in sight. Richard was unsurprised. She had never borne any children of her own.

  “Are you enjoying my step daughter sucking your cock?” she asked Richard in a domineering way.

  “Yes Ma’am, I am,” came Richard’s truthful answer.

  “Good. Now that you are good and ready I want you to fuck me. Are you okay with that?”

  Richard had already disappeared down that particular rabbit hole, and he feared there was no going back.

  “Of course you will. It was a rhetorical question. I saw Pandora go to your room the other night. If you don’t want it getting back to her father, I suggest you give me the same service you gave her” she unclasped her bra as she spoke, her tits swinging free.

  Richards mouth dropped, admiring her massive orbs, not saggy but beautifully rounded. He wanted to reach out and touch them. Before he could, she took him by the hand and led him across to one of the sofas. Meanwhile Pandora was removing her panties and bra.She followed them to the sofa once she had done so.

  Bending over in front of Richard, Clarissa slowly removed the black thong she was wearing. Moving slightly forward, she settled herself, arms resting on the back of one of the Chesterfields. Her ass was up in the air presenting a target for Richards affections.

  Stepping forward, his fingers parted her delicate folds, a crooked finger slipping easily inside her already wet pussy. The tip of his finger found her sweet spot, and he repeatedly finger-fucked her, as her hips began to buck. She crooned as his fingers worked their magic, his thumb rubbing her enflamed clit, sending tremors running through her.

  Richard felt the touch of skin against skin as Pandora squeezed her body against his. Her hand was stroking his cock forcing the pre come to glisten over its helmet. She expertly used her thumb to wipe it sending ripples of pleasure through Richards groin.

  Looking over her shoulder, and seeing Pandora standing with Richard’s dick in her hand, Clarissa smiled.

  “You bastard I want you inside me now!!” she screamed the words between clenched teeth.

  Pandora took Richards cock and rubbed it against her stepmother’s clit, a moan emitting from her mouth. Richard pushed his hips forward and buried himself within her warm moist opening. He forced his cock even further into her by grasping tightly at her hips. He began slowly pumping in and out, finding her rhythm and increasing his tempo to meet her needs. He pounded his cock into her like a man possessed. The cries of ecstasy were music to his ears, as Pandora nimbly massaged his balls. This was a bizarre situation, but Richard was too caught up in the moment to give it a second thought. Knowing that both he and Clarissa were close to coming, he doubled his efforts, Pandora slapping his ass as he continued to drive into Clarissa’s pussy. Her ass cheeks acted as a buffer, quivering a
s he looked down at his tool shining with her love juices.

  “Fucking make her come Richard” Pandora was whispering in his ear as he pumped ever more vigorously.

  Not able to hold on any longer and with a shudder of her body, Clarissa ejected a squirt of her milky come all over him. His head shot back, eyes rolling in their sockets as he shot his load deep inside her, her ass forcing and grinding against him. Her muscles forced every last drop out of him. At last, she slumped forward, a whisper of pure satisfaction coming from her lips.

  Richard slowly withdrew from her and watched as their mixed seed exuded from her now-swollen pussy lips. He stepped back and Pandora immediately sank to her knees. Taking his slowly withering cock in her mouth once more, she licked every bit of come off him. She was joined by her step mother and they took turns licking his balls and shaft until he was pristine.

  “Did you enjoy that?” Clarissa asked, looking up at Richard from her kneeling position, his dick still in her hand.

  “That was feckin’ outstanding, thank you,” were the only words he could come up with.

  The three of them picked up their discarded clothing and quickly dressed. It was only then that Richard realised that the door was still unlocked. If one of the security detail had decided to do a check of the building, he would definitely have been packing his suitcase the following morning. Well if every job has benefits like this one, I can see me making a career out of it, was the last thought in his mind as he made his way to his room.

  Chapter Eight