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Guarding Millie Bobby Brown free porn video
By Pilgrim. ©
Part I - Introductions & Positions
Scene 1
So far this had been a day from hell. No scratch that, a week from hell. Hectic, badly planned, too stressful badly timed and to top it all off, we were in London: Home to the beautiful, charismatic, intelligent young woman Millie Bobby Brown. I'm not sure if she was still able to call any place home really. But today really did take the cake. But perhaps I should clarify who I am. I'm Mike, Millie's personal bodyguard ever since her first Stranger Things series. Everybody calls me Mike, I insist on it.
Today had really been the icing on the cake of hell. It had started this morning with Millie's publicist Max visiting before 7am while I was taking my early morning caffeine fix. She almost got by me, almost. I must be slacking or perhaps the last couple of days were getting to me as well. Anyway, I was able to stop her from barging into Millie's bedroom. Nobody knew, but I had snuck Millie's current boyfriend in last night. She hadn't seen him since arriving in London and I figured I could at least do that for her.
Millie had asked me, looking up at me with her doe coloured eyes, to make absolutely sure nobody knew Jake was with her. Apparently Max and she had had a bit of a disagreement on whether Jake and Millie should still be seen together. Since I tend to disregard every bodies wishes, but the person I'm guarding, I did just that. So I stopped Max. She wasn't too happy about it though.
Apparently she had added another Q&A to Millie's already packed itinerary. This one was to take place during breakfast between 7.30 and 8.30. I looked at her while thinking about what repercussions there would be if I just threw her out of the suite. What kind of a masochist books a Q&A during breakfast? After a staring contest that lasted less than ten seconds, she threw up his hands in disgust and left.
"Just make sure she's in the lobby by 7.25am she shouted while slamming the door behind her.
Less than ten seconds later Millie's door opened and she poked her head out.
"Is she gone?"
I nodded.
"Thanks Mike, I owe you, again."
"It's my job Miss Brown, just try to make the appointment will you?"
"Yeah, once, Jake leaves," She answered with a sigh.
I detected some friction in those few words. Apparently the reunion last night didn't exactly go as planed. Something I had deduced last night by the absence of moans and cries of passion. I figured Millie had been too tired, but apparently something else was in the offing. I turned back towards my seat and coffee as I heard Luke's voice rising behind the door.
"I come all the way over here and you don't even put out. Not even a blowjob. Come on Millie, please! Just a quick fuck! You know how fast I can be!"
I didn't hear Millie's response but shook my head anyway. I didn't like that little punk. He was dating a gorgeous girl, sixteen year old, pretty eyes, smart, no intelligent even, an adorable laugh, I'll admit to having sneaked a peak once or twice, an insanely beautiful toned body, firm breasts and a cunt that would make your eyes water.
"Come on Millie, please? Look, I'll go wash up real quick, just give me a blowjob and then I'll be on my way! Don't leave me hanging like this! My balls are blue!"
His tone of voice made me cringe. It was like a three-year-old not getting his wishes. The door to her bedroom opened Millie strode out. She was dressed, or should I say undressed, in nothing but a sheer pink negligee from Victoria's Secret combined with a matching pair of panties. I had to swallow at the stunning sight standing there and focused on my coffee. Max started banging on the suite's door and shouting about the Q&A.
From in the bedroom Jake was still pleading for Millie to return and I saw Millie gradually loose it. I saw or almost felt her resolve slowly crumbling. Then I noticed Jake standing in the door to the bedroom, his mobile in hand, holding it so that he could take pictures of Millie. I raised an eyebrow and coughed. He ignored me but Millie saw me watching him and turned her head.
"What are you doing…!"
"Just snapping some pictures to take along; if you aren't going to give me a blowjob, I'll have to make do with these."
"Stop it Jake, you know I asked you to never ever use your camera when we're alone."
"We're not alone now are we, Millie! He's here," Jake made a gesture in my general direction.
Max continued pounding on the door shouting for Millie to hurry up. Apparently she wasn't able to hear what was being said inside. But her pounding and shouting were having an effect on her.
"Jake, stop taking pictures of me!" Millie's voiced started to rise, I knew what was coming. Normally she was the perfect picture of a woman in control of her emotions. But when she reached her limit, she could erupt. And the signs were there, the fury was coming.
"Make me, you little cock sucker," Jake laughed and took some more pictures.
I saw Millie snap. She turned around bent over, accidentally giving Jake a very nice shot of her arse, and grabbed my coffeepot. Being quite athletic, Millie turned her throw was almost graceful. The coffeepot flew towards Jake and hit him square in the chest.
"What the...You bitch! Look at my shirt!"
"We're through, Jake, I don't want to see you anymore. Get out!"
She turned to pick up my plate, which still had some leftovers from my breakfast on it. She did have the forethought of tapping the crumbs and leftovers on to the tray before hurling the plate towards Jake. Again she had given him a nice view of her arse; A picture taken.
"You've gone mental!" Jake squeaked as the plate hit him. He lowered his phone and stepped back into the bedroom closing the door. Millie turned and started to pick up the next best thing to throw at the now closed bedroom door. That's when I decided to step in.
"Miss Brown, stop that."
Perhaps I should mention something else about me. I had enjoyed an education as a teacher. My time passed without too many problems, except for one minor incident. Apparently when I get annoyed and the kids don't listen, I was able to change my voice. Alter the timbre and make whatever I say, come out so commanding that it scared the kids. It helped to keep order, but I had received a few complaints not to use that particular voice on the kids. As I did now.
Milli's reaction was not exactly what I expected; I figured I had overstepped some boundary between bodyguard and client and would receive my share of the fury. But, it seemed my forceful voice deflated her completely. She lowered the cup she had taken off the tray and turned towards me.
"Yes sir," she said almost meekly. Her stance changed almost instantly from bold, brave and furious to demure, head lowered, shoulders slumping. It was as if all the stress and lack of sleep had seeped into her all at once.
"Stand up straight Miss Millie Bobby Brown, look up and square those shoulders!" I inadvertently continued using my Voice.
She almost jumped to attention. This was strangely arousing as her movements made her breasts bounce ever so slightly, letting her nipples rub against her pink negligee. The effect was instant. Her nipples became hard and poked through the delicate fabric of her see through shift.
I had to swallow again, as my dick became hard. Something she noticed apparently, her eyes widened as she looked at me. She lowered her eyes immediately once she saw I had noticed her gaze resting upon my hidden full erection.
"Miss Brown, go into your bedroom and get ready for the Q&A. I will handle Jake, ignore him for now."
"But the pictures, the mess I made…" She started saying in a shy, almost demure voice. Apparently the timbre of my voice still had an effect on her. She moved to pick up the broken pieces of china scattered around the room. As she bent over I couldn't help but notice that she did in fact have a really nice arse.
But what really got my attention was the darker patch of fabric clinging to her now visible cunt. I don't remember her panties having a darker patch when she stormed out of the room. Was she wet? Did she somehow get aroused in the last couple of minutes? Did she get horny enough for her wetness to permeate her panties in such a way?
"I will handle it, Miss Brown. Now start moving." The last few words sounded almost as a command.
Millie got up in such a way that she first straightened her legs while still bent over at the waist. Accentuating her very nicely toned legs which went up, culminating in a firm pair of buttocks. She had to have done this on purpose. As she straightened completely she looked over her shoulder almost timidly she batted her eyelashes.
"Yes sir, I'll do that now." Perhaps I was mistaken but did I detect a note of pleasure in her words?
As she entered her bedroom, Jake left; His shirt still loose, as he was handling his phone. I moved to intercept him on his way out and blocked him halfway to the door. We were standing less than a foot away from the wall.
"Move you bugger, I got places’ to be." He tried to shove me out of the way; that didn't work, with me being 6'4" and quite clearly stronger than him.
"Give me the phone." I whispered.
"What? No, go away," again tried to move past me but I moved to block his path once more.
"Give me the phone, now." I emphasized the last word, clearly indicating a final request.
"Get away you idiot, do you have any idea what these pictures are worth? I'm not giving you my phone!"
His words confirmed what I had feared earlier and made what I was about to do a little less awkward. I grabbed him by the neck, just below his jaw line and forced him to the wall. As he hit the wall behind him, I added a bit of pressure to his neck, just enough to make it really disturbing for him.
"What... HEY, that's my phone!" He tried to shout as I grabbed his phone. I squeezed just a bit harder and he stopped talking altogether, apparently just now understanding this particular part of my job.
As I opened the folder containing the pictures, I noticed at a glance that apart from the dozen or so pictures taken today, there were some hundreds of them in there with girls in various states of undress. Clearly pictures he had taken himself. I went through Millie's pictures, noticing that her panties were clearly not darker around the crotch, deleting Millie's pictures I then deleted the rest of the pictures as well and just to be thorough, I completely reset his phone to factory settings, effectively clearing his phone's entire memory.
"Jake, here's how it's going to be." I looked into his eyes and tried to convey a deadly seriousness with my own eyes and voice.
"I have seen the pictures you just took. I have deleted them. But in the off chance you know about cloud storage and such, let me give you this warning. If I ever see any of these pictures anywhere. Be it online, be it in a magazine, be it in the news, anywhere... I will find you. And you will wish you had never even bought a phone in the first place. Do I make myself clear?"
"You're insane!"
I just looked into his eyes.
"All right, whatever man. Just let me go."
I released him and mentioned for him to wait. I opened the door to the hallway and checked if it was clear before shoving Him out and closing the door behind me.
A few minutes later Millie emerged from her bedroom. She looked beautiful as ever. Adorned by just a slight touch of make-up and a smile which lit up her eyes, she looked radiant. She wore an almost prissy, blue pleated skirt that covered her knees and a white cotton blouse and a scarf. Her legs were covered by dark stockings that accentuated her shapely calves.
"You look very nice Miss Brown.” I complimented her. "If you leave now you'll have plenty of time to make your Q&A."
"Back to “Miss Brown, are we?" She asked with a twinkle in her eyes.
"I'm not sure I understand Miss," I replied, trying to ignore her innuendo. "Would you like me to accompany you downstairs?"
She chuckled, a delightful sound.
"You’ll follow me anyway, won't you? And we will talk later about this more commanding part of you." The last part she added with a note of certainty that I hadn't heard in a long time.
The Q&A was rather uneventful except for a small interaction I had with Max. She tried to convince me that I needed to back off and let her do her job. But I looked her straight in the eyes until she blinked and then I made my point stick.
"Look Max, I like you. So far you've been a pretty good publicist. I would almost say you're a decent guy. But let's make one thing clear. You look after Miss Brown’s publicity. I look after Miss Brown. I will cancel any and all appointments if I deem it necessary for her well-being. And unless she decides otherwise, I still have that authority as stated in the contract I have with her. That is my job and prerogative."
Nothing more needed to be said. I understood why she was doing what she was doing. Godzilla movie would come out soon and she wanted to squeeze every last bit of fame out of it. All in all she was doing a pretty good job to maintain Millie's high profile and she was probably responsible for most of the commercial deals Millie had gotten. But still, there were limits. And Millie had hired me to guard not only her, but those limits as well.
That evening a tired Millie retired to her suite after attending no less than four different social gatherings. We hadn't stayed longer than half an hour at each, but still it had taken almost three hours, taking into account introductions and moving around. Luckily Max did plan for all four of the events to take place within the hotel. As we entered the suite, Millie took off her shoes almost immediately before sitting down on the couch and looked at me.
"Mike, would you mind rubbing my feet please?"
It was an almost daily ritual. I had received training in massage techniques and didn't mind one bit to do this for her. Especially as it seemed to relax her immensely and made her open up to me. I'm pretty sure these foot massages where the main reason she trusted me completely. Unless I'm sorely mistaken, the only times I got to meet the real Millie Bobby Brown were during and after these rubs. The ritual had expanded with me introducing her to an almost daily End-Of-The-Day Bacardi and coke to release even more stress.
As I poured our drinks and moved towards the couch, Millie had busied herself with taking off her stockings. Something I never tired of watching through the corner of my eyes. Perhaps it was accidental; perhaps not, but today, for the first time ever, she took them off, sitting in such a manner that I had an absolutely perfect view between her legs at a pair of white see through lace panties.
I placed our drinks within arm's reach and sat down on the other end of the couch. Millie took a long swig from her Bacardi and coke, moaned appreciatively, moved her feet into my lap. I took a drink as well and started rubbing her feet. Knowing by now that I had to let her start any conversation, since this was something I did for her and relieving her stress .
"So about this 'Miss Brown' stuff," She started while looking towards me.
"What about it, Miss Brown?" I emphasized her name.
"Where did it come from? And why didn't I get to see that part of you sooner?"
"I didn't think it optional given the fact you are my employer and I'm your employee."
"So, if I were to fire you, I could ask you to use that tone more often towards me?" Millie said with a twinkle in her eyes.
"You're free to fire me, Miss Brown. But I'm not entirely sure what you're saying though."
"Come on, Mike. You've known me since I was twelve-years old. You've seen me at my worst. I clearly remember that time I got food poisoning and you were there for me, holding by my hair while I puked my guts out. And I'm pretty sure you've seen me naked with you know who in the bedroom. Clearly you can figure it out?"
I refused to acknowledge what she was implying. Somewhere in the back of my mind a little voice was sighing and explaining it in a clear manner though. She wants me to be more dominant, especially towards her. But still I didn't accept it. I wanted her to say it.
"Pretend I don't, explain it to me Miss Brown, I don't want there to be any misunderstandings between us. Otherwise I can't keep doing my job on a satisfactory level."
She moved her legs ever so slightly. Her skirt rose just a bit as she parted her knees while keeping her feet on my lap. As a result she had to move the top half of her body somewhat closer to me and ended in a reclined position. She put the tip of her left index finger in her mouth and sighed.
"I want you to be more commanding Mike. That voice… it was exhilarating. Not even Jake has ever been able to hit that tone just right. And you know I have tried to make him understand."
I knew what she was talking about. The Last time we were in London she and Jake had had a smaller row about Millie’s wish for him to be a bit more dominant. Take decisions make it clear what he wanted her to do. Apparently the nitwit didn't really understand what she meant. I, however, did.
"How far do you want to take this; how far do you want me to go?" I asked as I looked into her eyes, clearly ignoring the parting of her legs and the fact that her cunt was now visible due to the wetness of her panties.
Millie raised herself onto her elbows and looked back at me, a fire smouldering within her eyes, which I had never seen before.
"Anywhere Mike, anywhere; apparently you have forgotten about the fact that I have lived a pretty protected life so far. I want some excitement and I have never gotten as horny as fast as I did, as when you commanded me earlier." She moved backwards, removing her feet from my lap and sitting up straighter on the couch.
She opened her legs even more and lifted her skirt. Her white panties came into view and I noticed once more there was clearly a wet spot covering her cunt and the wet fabric had slipped into her cunt. Around the wet spot I could clearly distinguish, through the transparent material, her cunt lips and further upwards I saw through the lacework that she was shaven completely, or at least the part that was visible.
"Just thinking about it makes me so wet again, Sir" Millie stressed the last word, clearly indicating her wishes to change hierarchical positions.
My dick had started to react when she lifted her skirt, but her last words made me rock hard within seconds.
I moved my hands upward on her legs and stroked the inside of her thighs. As I got closer to her panties she inhaled sharply between her teeth and closed her eyes.
"We will need an ironclad agreement and strict rules concerning this, Miss Brown," I switched to my Voice.
"Yes we do, Sir"
"For now, we shall agree, if I tell you to do something no matter what IT IS YOU WILL COMPLY WITHOUT HESITATION. Is that clear Miss Brown?"
"Crystal clear Sir," She replied while still keeping her eyes closed. She let her head rest on the armrest of the couch as she lowered herself once more. As she did she moved her wet crotch in the direction of my hand. I slipped inside her panties and my fingers pushed into her cunt and began to rub her clit which became engorged in seconds. She yelped and opened her eyes and looked at me. I waited, but she just looked into my eyes.
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