Best Guard ever

Nope. Don't own shakira. (heheh, wish i did. :P)
Nope, not making money. (again, wish i did.)

Best guard ever.

Shakira had been singing at a club in Florida, and as she danced her way off stage, she swore in spanish. The stage and auditorium were large, spacious, and in pristine condition, but the backstage and the rooms were total shit. She was definently demanding compensation for the crappy room.

As she wandered down the dim, damp hallway, she stumbled in her heels.

"Damn it!" she hissed. She had twisted her ankle.

She stumbled to her dressing room door. There was a big man in a black t-shirt and shirts standing next to her door. His skin was pale, but his his hair and eyes were black.
"Who are you?" she asked.

He crossed two muscled arms over his broad chest.
"My name's Benito Giovani. I'm security. Do need anything Ms. Shakira?"

"Italian?"

"Yes, m'am."

"Ooh," she cooed, "and polite too."

She looked him over quickly. He was about average height, but could've been a body builder. His crew-cut hair was black, and he had perfect teeth. Her latin blood screamed for action, and her sharp mind was not long in answering.
She knew he had seen her twist her ankle, so as she pushed passed him into her room, she collasped onto the floor. Benito started, and then crouched down to help her. The minute his face came close to hers, she grabbed his head and french-kissed him. He pulled away sputtering.

"What the hell are you doing!?!"
"Dickhead," she said, "What do you think?"

He looked around, up and down the hall.
"Should we be doing this?" he asked.

She slid on the floor back into her room.
"Not in public, no," she smiled.

He got up, closed the door, locked it and turned around. Shakira had sat down on the futon, and was smiling at him.
"Um, I'm pretty sure I could get fired for this," he said.

Shakira got up and slinked over to him, shaking her hips.
"You need to loosen up."
She wrapped her arms around him, tracing the muscles on his back and kissing him softly. The kiss carried on, and she lifted a leg, which he held in the air. He reached around and grabber her ass with his other hand, gently massaging it.

It wasn't long before their "activities" had them back on the futon, each taking the other's clothes off as fast as possible. Shakira's small, firm breasts were already bearing hardened nipples. He was about to kiss her again when she knelt down in front of him.
She inhaled sharply. His rod was big and thick.

Just the way she liked it.

She lowered her head onto it, and began bobbing back and forth, sucking him off. Benito grabbed the back of her head and pushed harder. She moaned, and could feel herself getting wet. She deepthroated him mercilessly, taking him in completely. She made sure her lips touche his crotch each time she came in. He groaned, and she pulled the dick out of her mouth, and proceeded to jerk him off with her hand.

He grunted, and shot his cum all over her face. She licked it off from around her mouth, and got up to wipe the rest off.
She came back over and sat down in his lap. He stuck his cock into her pussy, and began thrusting. She squealed each time he sunk himself into her.
Then he stood up, and they rearranged postitions.

Benito stood upright, with Shakira's feet over his shoulders. She braced herself against the wall as he continued to ram into her.
"Ooh! Ahh! You're so big!" she moaned.
It wasn't a problem, for she had learned that her hips could take anything.
She hit an unusually high note as she orgasmed.

They both collasped onto the futon, gapsing and kissing each other.
Shakira rolled over on tip of him and gasped.
"Oh, baby, in my ass. Stick in my ass."

Benito was more than happy to comply. He slammed his entire lenght into her at the first thrust. She squealed so loud it hurt his ears, but then she continued moaning with pleasure as he pumped her butt with his cock.

Benito flipped her over on the futon, and they did it doggy-style, with his driving his cock into her tight ass as she rubbed her clit, both moaning.
Benito grunted as he shot his load into her ass, and they both collasped onto the futon, sighing.


The stage manager was looking for Shakira as he wandered the back hallways. There was her door, but... where was Giovani? He walked up to the door, and heard sounds from inside.
"Oh no, he didn't!"
The short badling man opened the door, who's lock was less efficient that assumed, and saw Benito and Shakira on the funton.
"Damn it, Benito! You are SO fired!" he shouted.
Shakira squeaked and grabbed a blanket to cover herself. Benito stared the manager in the eye.
"Got news for you bub, I QUIT! I got me a security gig with shakira here. Screw you."

"He's right," said Shakira, "As of now, he's running security for me. Of course, their may be other jobs..."