Bria needs a bodyguard!

"I'll do anything...!" Bria Jeurgens managed to gurgle through her constricted airway, feeling lightheaded and in a panic that she was about to die. The strong hand on her throat loosened slightly as though he were considering it, but she was now too weak to fight back.

"Get in the car, Bria," the man calmly told her, now pulling her off the car and directing her around the car and then into the passenger seat. She gasped appreciatively as he closed the door, walked back around the car and then, with one last look around the parking lot, got behind the wheel. "I hope you realize how much danger you were in," he told her as he put the car in gear.

The blonde was still greedily gulping oxygen, arms folded over her tattered silk dress. "What are you going to do to me?" she whimpered, glancing over at him.

"I'm not here to hurt you, I'm a bodyguard," he replied. "I learned about a conspiracy online targeting you for white slavery."

"White slavery?!" Not knowing where to start, Bria gestured at her torn dress. "Look what you did to my dress!"

"You fought back!" he protested before scolding her. "And kidnappers wouldn't just stop at the dress, Bria. If not for me, you'd be stripped naked, bound and violated in every hole by thick black cock until your spirit was broken. If that's what you'd prefer, I can arrange the sale. Hell, I could use the money..."

"I'm a beauty queen!" Bria insisted. "I can't be a sex **** AND Miss Teen America!"

"I can help you, but you have to trust me completely," he told her, looking her over. "Only I know what they're planning for you, so only I can protect you. But it won't be cheap."

"I don't really have any money," Bria admitted.

"Yeah right," he laughed. "What about this car? That dress?"

"I borrow this car from my stepdad's car dealership," the busty teen explained. "And this dress was on loan from a boutique. I don't know how I'm going to be able to replace it and pay you!"

"Well, maybe we can work out a deal, where I can be your bodyguard and you can be my fucktoy," he explained matter-of-factly. "I love pumping cum into pretty little white girls, and you love the chance to go home and try and become famous instead of becoming some cruel foreigner's property. It's win-win!"

"But I don't even know your name," Bria pointed out softly, her mind reeling from the situation.

"Call me Ace, like the Ace of Spades," he said as he unfastened his pants. "Now how about we get this new relationship started?" The blonde trembled as he pulled his cock free, semi-erect though already surprisingly thick. Seeing no other option, the busty teen leaned over and took the shaft into her mouth and was soon delivering an impressive blowjob. "I'm gonna love this job," Ace informed her. "Hey, maybe I should record this sometime, so I can reduce some of that online demand for you by uploading footage..."

Bria wasn't sure if she liked the idea of becoming an amateur porn internet sensation, but her groan of protest was drowned out by the steaming jizz spurting up from Ace's meatpole, into her yielding mouth and down her throat. He sighed with satisfaction as he held tightly to her blonde hair and fucked her horrified face until she had sucked every drop out of him.