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Free Hardcore Sex Stories - Comfort
Being a reporter sometimes puts me in harms way, yet I still love my job. It also puts me in a bad spot when it comes to people I love being in the middle of a story. I think I’ve been lucky so far because I was still alive and I had never had to report on someone I knew.
Well, last night a call came in about a car that blew up with someone in it. There had been a bomb planted under the car. When the man got into the car, it blew up. What scared me so much was the man pronounced dead was my friend, Richard.
I jumped into my car and drove to the scene, not as a reporter, but as a friend. When I arrived, the police, fire department, reporters and people were everywhere. Tears were already running down my cheeks. I knew the type of business he was in and I knew he could be ruthless, and that many people hated him for the way he conducted business. I was afraid that this might happen one day.
“What happened? Was it really Richard Chandler in the car?” I frantically asked the police officer.
“Are you a relative?” He asked.
“Yes,” I lied.
“It wasn’t Richard that was killed. It was his bodyguard, the poor man. The bomb was meant for Chandler.”
“Where is he?” I asked, unconcerned for the poor bodyguard. I didn’t mean to be heartless. It was just that all I could think of was Richard being alive. Now the tears that streamed down my cheeks were of happiness to know he was okay.
“He’s over there, Miss.” The police officer pointed to Richard as he talked to the media. Without thinking, I went to him through the crowd, still holding him.
“I’m okay,” he said. I could hear the fear and emotions in his voice. “I just feel bad for Bruce. He was a great guy.”
The people and reporters still clambered around us, asking their unanswered questions.
“Do you know who did this?” I asked, looking at him. There were tears welling up in his eyes. “What if they come after you again?”
“Are you asking as a report?” He said, starting to push me away.
“Do I look like a reporter right now?” I asked, still crying. I don’t think I realized just how much he meant to me until then. He really wasn’t the man everyone made him out to be. There was a sweetness inside him that I could see, along with a strength that made me feel safe even with all that went on. He was strong and powerful, yet still he had a heart and was sometimes, vulnerable.
“We got your statement,” the police officer interrupted. “You can go but we will want to talk to you again.”
“Let’s get out of here,” Richard said, pulling my arm in an almost forceful manner.
Without a thought, I followed him inside the hotel building and upstairs to a room.
“I don’t think I’m ready to go home yet,” Richard said.
Another of his loyal bodyguards followed us to our room and stood outside the door in the hallway.
“Where did you get the new bodyguard?” I asked when we were inside.
“He’s really a cop. We want whoever it is that tried to kill me to think it’s just another of my bodyguards.”
“Do you know who tried to kill you?” I asked sitting on the bed next to him.
“I have a pretty good idea,” he said.
“Do the police know?”
“Yes, they know.”
I stared at him, more tears coming down each rosy cheek. I couldn’t believe how he’d almost been killed. I really cared for him. I was afraid to tell him for fear he wouldn’t believe me or think I was using him for something.
“You aren’t on my payroll, what are you like this for?”
“I was worried sick that we lost you. I don’t want to lose you, Richard,” I said through tears. “I’m so glad you are okay.”
“I’m rather glad myself,” he teased. I stared into his eyes and then brushed my hand across his cheek caringly.
“You are so special to me, Richard. Can’t you see that?”
“I can see that. I guess I overlooked it before.”
“So did I,” I said, and then put my head on his shoulder.
He pulled away from me slightly and then kisses me in the most passionate kiss I had ever had. Even though I knew he was in danger, I still felt safe in his arms. He just seemed so strong and powerful. My tongue wandered inside his willing mouth. Our bodies pressed together. It didn’t matter at that moment who this man was or that someone had tried to kill him. I just knew that this was right and good, and I wanted it more than anything.
Frantically, I reached for his zipper on his pants to get them down, to free him of the fabric that restrained his hardness. He moaned as I touched it, stroking it up and down as we kissed and pressed our bodies together. He kissed his way down my neck, shoulder, chest, and to my breasts, freeing me from the material that bound me.
“Touch me, Richard. Please, touch me,” I said to him. Never in my whole life did I want anything more than this. He bit at my nipples as he scooted me out of my clothing, then continued to bite his way down my body until he was between my legs. He pushed me back on the bed and wasted no time in taking my pussy into his mouth. This was so spontaneous and exciting. I wasn’t thinking of my husband or anything. I was only thinking of this stranger that was between my legs, biting and licking on my clit. “Yes, eat me,” I told him, squirming in his mouth. His fingers slipped inside me, moving in and out as his tongue circled my clit. “More. Put more fingers in me.” Richard did just that. I don’t know how many, but there was a pressure that I really liked and nothing could stop us now. I needed an orgasm. My hips moved faster. His fingers thrust in me harder, until finally, I was cumming harder than I had in years. Immediately, I got up and pushed him back to sit on his lap. “Inside. Shove your cock inside of me.” Reaching down, I pushed it deep into my wet crevasses. He grabbed my hips to guide over him as I bent over to kiss him.
“Fuck me. Please. I’m so hard,” Richard said. I rode him as fast and hard as I could. He grabbed my breasts to squeeze them and pull on the nipples. Our breathing was fast and heavy. It was now just about dark. My body quivered again with orgasm. “Cum, baby. Cum. That’s what you need.”
I came hard again and just then, his own moans took us over as he came deep within my loins. “Oh, yes, Richard, cum in me,” I said, cumming with him. He pulled at my nipples as we both came together. It felt so good.
We collapsed in each other’s arms and I felt fulfilled and happy. I really didn’t want to leave him ever.
I rested my head on his shoulder and touched him softly. “I guess you do care for me, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do,” I said. “More than I was able to tell you.”
“Well, maybe you can just keep on showing me,” he said.
“I’d love that,” I grinned up at him.
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