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The Spy Who Fucked Me

By: TheGlobalSoul



It wasn't easy being a young and attractive female high tech corporate spy and thief. To be most effective, many of the jobs Noriko attempted required her to pretend to be someone she wasn't. 

It didn't help that as a part time fetish model and a full time student working toward her Master's Degree in Business, she had exams to study for, term papers to write and bondage photo shoots to fit into her busy schedule. What complicated matters further were keeping her secret illegal activities from her photographer boyfriend. 

Lying to Marty was the most difficult thing she had to do, especially when she had to break a date with him or miss a model shoot because of a job that came up. She had just hung up her cell phone and deeply regretted having told Marty that she had to attend an important business seminar for an Economics class. He sounded upset, but he would have been furious if he knew Noriko was really now on her way to attend an exclusive party.

As for tonight's identity and dress, Noriko decided to go with a basic hooker look. To accentuate her exotic Japanese and French mixture of features and smooth caramel complexion, she glazed her plump lips with glossy lipstick. Then she checked the glittery eye shadow and dark liner around her brown almond shaped eyes once more before she climbed out of her sleek sports car. 

A thin black choker wrapped around her slender neck, and her 100 pound 5'2 " frame was packed into a tight size 1 mini dress. The red strapless number hugged Noriko's petite 36C-22-34 figure with a fit that showed off her tight body to perfection. The hem was raised up high on one side to reveal generous amounts of thigh and calf, which were covered with shiny black panty hose.

Her size 6 pumps with 5-inch stilettos heels clicked up the sidewalk as she approached the huge mansion of Laura and Dominic Blake, the husband and wife owners of VisionCorp, a huge conglomerate of technology firms, including those in the new field of biotechnology. 

One of VisionCorp's companies was currently developing a new encryption program worth millions on the black market. However, this wasn't the first time Noriko had hit VisionCorp. Other times she had either seduced an employee to get the goods she wanted, or she had broken into one of their computer labs cat burglar style.

This evening's plan was relatively simple though. Noriko would stroll right into the party pretending to be a guest and then sneak into their office to steal a copy of the prototype disk. There was only one slight problem. She didn't have the required invitation. 

When she approached the front door with a confident and sexy look on her face, a burly security man named Toby brusquely asked for her invitation. "I forgot it, " Noriko sighed with a sweet smile on her face, which was framed by the soft waves of her black shoulder blade length hair. 

"Name," the security guard grunted without missing a beat. "Hiroko," Noriko replied, trying to make eye contact with little success. 

"You're not on the list," Toby announced after giving a cursory glance over the guest list from behind his dark glasses. "Step away." 

Noriko leaned close to Toby and surreptitiously placed her hand on his crotch. "Please be a sweetheart and let me in. I promise I'll make it up to you later."

Toby tensed up and looked Noriko straight in her bright eyes. He nodded for her to enter, and then quickly composed himself. He watched her sashay inside, her tight ass wiggling nicely as she strutted down the marble floored hall. Noriko promptly made a beeline toward the main party room. 

It didn't take her long to sneak away from the festivities to find the right hallway after fighting off a few crude advances. Noriko moved quickly and quietly until she found the office door. She had information that there was a hidden compartment in the ornate desk within the lavishly decorated room. She stepped in and approached the desk. 

"Is there something we can help you with? " came a startling voice behind Noriko.

She turned quickly and saw Laura and Dominic Blake entering the room. Laura, a tall and stunning brunette, was dressed in a glamorous and expensive backless silver evening gown, her shining tresses coiffed elegantly atop her head. Noriko couldn't help but notice her diamond necklace, earrings and bracelet. She also couldn't help notice the menacing stare from Laura's husband Dominic, who was formally attired in a black European made tuxedo.

"Oh, hello! I am Hiroko, " Noriko said with a nervous smile and an exaggerated Japanese accent. "I was admiring your beautiful home. I love 18th century furniture and paintings. This C¨¦zanne is incredible." 

"Ah, an art lover," Laura said as she studied the Noriko's face closely while her husband surreptitiously locked the office door behind him. 

"You're not a very good liar, " Dominic said with a smirk. 

Noriko became alarmed when he casually pulled out a gun and pointed it at her. "Wait, I'm just UNNNH!" Noriko groaned as Dominic stepped up to her and grabbed her by the back of her hair and placed the gun in her side. 

"Whom exactly are you working for? " Laura asked as she strolled casually and took a seat in the plush chair behind the desk, crossing her shapely legs luxuriously. 

"I am not. UNNNH working for anyone," Noriko winced from Dominic's grip on her hair. "I am just here for the party." 

"Well, we have a good idea of why you're here, " Laura said with a thin smile. She then ordered her husband, "Search her!"

Dominic grinned and shoved Noriko over the desk roughly. She had to brace herself on her forearms as Dominic took his time running one hand over her lithe body while placing the other with the gun firmly on her back. 

Because of her slight stature, she was forced onto her tiptoes while Dominic took his time to grope between her legs and over her ample breasts. Noriko stared straight ahead with cold eyes as Laura watched from her chair. Noriko tried not to let her captor know that she detested being felt up, but she could clearly see that Laura relished her uncomfortable position.

When Noriko felt Dominic was done frisking her, she began to straighten up, but Dominic pushed her back down again. 

"Don't move, slut," Dominic said as he took her small clutch purse and placed it on the small of her back, infuriating Noriko as he used her as a table to rifle through her bag while he pressed his groin up against her firm behind. 

She could feel his erection pressing into her as she waited, bent over the desk and still staring hard at Laura. 

When Dominic found nothing but the usual cosmetics, he tossed it on the desk and said, "She's clean." 

"She won't be for very long, " Laura said with a grin, then said to Noriko, "You're very young and beautiful for a corporate spy." 

"What? No!" Noriko said indignantly. "Honest. I am just a guest!" 

Laura ignored her and said to her husband, "Don't you think so, Dominic?" 

Dominic chortled and pushed his groin forward, "She's a real nice piece of ass."

Noriko was livid at the demeaning remark. Laura noticed the flash of anger in her eyes and said, "Please excuse my husband. He can be very crude sometimes. Can't you Dominic?" 

Dominic only returned a knowing smile. Then Laura had a wicked idea. 

"You say you're really here for the party then?" Laura asked. "Then you must be one of the paid escorts we hired. What was it again, Hiroko?" Noriko had no time to make up a story. 

It was probably best to let them think what they wanted, no matter how insulting. After a short pause, Noriko sighed, "That is right."

Laura smiled brightly. "Well then, I guess we should get our monies worth from you then. What do you think Dominic? She looks expensive." 

"She looks like a five dollar whore to me," Dominic said, taking delight in their little game. 

"Well, Hiroko? You wouldn't mind letting my husband have a quick fuck, do you darling? After all, you really should earn your pay, don't you think?"

Noriko fumed and flushed with anger. How dare they? She wanted to slap that smile off Laura's face, but she could still feel the gun pressed on her back. For now they had the upper hand, and all she could do was try to keep her cool. With a smoldering look on her face that Laura found very erotic and arousing, Noriko finally uttered the word, "Yes."

Dominic smirked and handed his gun over to Laura and then reached down quickly to hike up Noriko's tight red dress, pushing it up around her waist to reveal her taut rounded ass. He liked the way the top of sheer stockings fit snug around her slender legs as well as the her slinky black thong panties, which he made short work of by yanking them down around her thighs. 

Then he licked his fingertips and reached between her legs to moisten her a bit with one hand while he and unzipped his slacks with the other. Once he had his erection out, he kicked her legs apart slightly and then grasped her tiny waist as he guided the head of his cock toward her opening. All the while Noriko stared hard at Laura; disgusted by the pleasure Laura took in her degrading position, bent over the desk to receive her husband's rear assault.

"UNNNNNNNHH! " Noriko gasped as Dominic filled her deeply with sudden force. She held on to the surface of the desk as he began thrusting hard inside her while Laura held the gun on her. Laura enjoyed watching Noriko's violation, and leaned forward in her chair to get closer to Noriko's face. 

"Men like to wave their guns around, don't they? Just like their cocks. If I had a cock, I would be very gentle and deliberate with it." Laura then took the automatic and placed the barrel at the edge of Noriko's plump lips. 

Noriko tried to turn her head, but Laura used the gun to keep her facing forward. Then she slowly forced the gun into Noriko's resistant mouth, and all the snared corporate thief could do was part her glossy lips to allow the gun inside.

"UNNNGH! " Noriko uttered as the gun invaded her mouth. She watched with disgust as Laura stared up at her husband, who was fucking her hard on the desk. She had never been in such a situation before, and she began to wonder how she was going to get out of it. Right now there wasn't much she could do while Laura held a gun her mouth while Dominic penetrated and ravaged her hard from behind. 

She also found to her distress that once again, the danger of the situation was getting the best of her, and she soon felt herself becoming aroused by the predicament. She tried closing her eyes, but her libido continued building as Dominic grunted above and behind her. 

After what seemed an eternity, Dominic finally climaxed with a groan, giving her a few extra hard thrusts as he unloaded inside her, almost making her gag on the barrel of the gun held in her mouth. When he was finished, he pulled out fast and gave Noriko a hard slap on her bare ass. 

She was furious with his callous and degrading treatment, but couldn't protest even if she wanted to. Noriko sighed with relief when Laura finally removed the gun from her mouth, but Laura continued to point it at her while Dominic gathered his senses and zipped up his tuxedo slacks.

Dominic then leaned over, grabbed Noriko by the neck, and whispered lasciviously in her ear, "You have a real tight pussy for a cheap whore." 

Noriko did not respond to his comment, only wincing angrily at his rough treatment. Laura smiled and opened the bottom drawer of the desk. She reached in to take out a pair of shiny stainless steel handcuffs and tossed them to Dominic. "Put these on her."


"Wait! Stop! Why are you doing this? " Noriko pleaded as Dominic took the cuffs, twisted her arms behind her back and began to cuff her wrists together. 

"We're not through playing with you yet. " Laura said with a lascivious smile. Then she looked up at her husband and purred, "Let's show her our playroom." 

When Noriko felt the cuffs snap around one wrist, she panicked and suddenly sprang to life. She brought one leg up backwards to kick Dominic in the groin. Unfortunately it was not enough to get him squarely in the crotch, but it was enough to stun him so that she could twist free and head toward the door with the handcuffs dangling from one slender wrist. 

Of course, when Noriko reached the door, it was locked. Just as she was about to scream, Dominic was on her in a flash and seized her around the waist with one arm while he used his other hand to reach up and clamp her mouth.

"AAAA-Ummmmppphhh!!! " Noriko's cry for help was stifled as Dominic held her tight against his chest. He was able to pin one of her arms, but the other was free to pry at the vise-like grip over her mouth without success. All Noriko could do was utter a muffled scream, "MMMMPPP! ERRRUUMMMPH!" 

"Here, this will calm her down, " Laura said as she came over with a cloth soaked with ether. Dominic removed his hand and Laura promptly placed the cloth over Noriko's nose and mouth before she could call out for help. Her eyes went wide and when the smell of the sweet vapors entered her nostrils, Noriko began to struggle harder.

"She's a feisty little bitch," Dominic chuckled as he held the petite Noriko firmly in his grasp as she bucked hard and strained against him, inadvertently pushing her tight rear back into Dominic's groin. He leaned close and whispered in her ear, "That's good. Fight it. Makes it work faster." 

When Noriko realized what was happening, she froze, but it was too late. The chemical was already doing its work, and soon her eyelids drooped and blinked slowly while her body began to weaken and go limp in Dominic's arms. 

"Not too much," Dominic said as he watched his wife tamp the cloth gently over Noriko's nose and mouth. "I want her awake when we get her to the room."

Noriko was carried through a doorway and down a narrow corridor into a separate room. It was furnished like an ordinary guest bedroom except for one odd detail. There were no windows anywhere in the room like the rest of the mansion. The room was totally closed off and sound proofed. 

Dominic dropped Noriko roughly onto the huge King Size bed and began to remove his tuxedo jacket. "I get to do her first." 

"Are you going to drug her? " Laura asked. 

"Not yet," Dominic answered. "I like them alert and resistant." 

"Of course you do," Laura laughed. "But don't play too rough. I'm going to finish entertaining the other guests. You'll have a few hours to entertain our precious Hiroko, but no bruises. Promise?" 

"Yea, whatever," Dominic replied impatiently as he went to the dresser and began to rifle through the drawers. 

"Dominic?" 

"All right!" Dominic hissed as he brought out some leather straps and several cords of rope from the drawer and began tossing them on the bed near their drowsy and stunned captive. Noriko was moaning softly as her head lolled from side to side on the plush bed. The pretty young thief was instinctively trying to gather her senses.

"Have fun, then " Laura said before she left her husband alone with Noriko. 

"Oh, yea," Dominic whispered under his breath as he continued gathering items from the bureau drawers such as bondage collars, ball gags, clamps and chains. 

When he found everything he wanted, he gathered it all and carried it over to the bed and laid it all out next to Noriko, who still appeared very groggy. Dominic took a handcuff key and leaned over Noriko's sleepy form to remove the one locked bracelet from her wrist. 

Noriko, who was feigning her condition, suddenly brought her foot up between Dominic's legs. This time she was fully successful in finding her target. Her captor let out a loud grunt and doubled over and then dropped to his knees, clutching his privates in agony.

Noriko leapt up from the bed and was about to escape when she realized she needed to do something to prevent Dominic from coming after her. She took a heavy lamp from the bedside table and brought it down on the back of Dominic's head. 

After he crumpled to the floor, Noriko dropped the lamp and rushed to the bed to grab the handcuffs that had been removed from her wrist. As quickly as she could, Noriko cuffed the unconscious Dominic to the heavy bedpost and then gagged him with a ball gags harness, her hands shaking with fright that Dominic would awaken at any time. Once he was all secured, Noriko made a mad rush to the door. With great relief she found it unlocked. Within seconds, she was down the corridor and back into the office.

Her clutch purse was still on the desk where they had left it. All at once she remembered the reason she was here. After glancing once at the office door, Noriko began to search the desk drawers until she found what she was looking for. It was a shiny silver computer disk inside a clear plastic jewel case. There was no label, only a series of letters and numbers etched into inside edge of the disk. Exactly what her informant had told her.

Noriko slipped the disk into her purse and scurried over to the office door, opened it slightly and peeked out. There was no one in the hall, so she crept out and headed in the opposite direction from which she had come, hoping to find a circuitous route out of the mansion to avoid running into Laura Blake. 

The mansion was so large it was like trying to find her way out of a maze. One hallway led to another and another. Noriko turned a corner into an alcove and found a door she was heartened to find lead outside by the narrow windows she saw on either side of it. 

When she tried the knob, her heart sank when she found it locked. She quickly opened her purse to find her trusty lock pick disguised as a hair clip. Just then, a noise from behind her caused her heart to stop. With a gasp, Noriko spun around and found herself face to face with Toby, the security guard from the front door.

"Oh! You frightened me!" Noriko said with a nervous laugh. 

"Lose your way? " Toby asked casually. 

Noriko felt like a trapped mouse. She hoped he didn't know about Dominic, and turned on her charm and sexiest smile. 

"Um, No! Well, sort of! I was just trying to find my way out. I have to get home. My boyfriend is expecting me." 

"Is that right? " Toby said with a smirk. "Aren't you forgetting something?" 

Noriko knew exactly what he was talking about, but she pretended ignorance, "I don't think so."

"Let me put it this way," Toby began as he took Noriko by the arms and pressed her up against the wall. 

Because of her petite figure, he had to lean down when he started trying to kiss her neck. 

"You're not getting out of here until I get some action." 

Noriko had hoped it wouldn't have come to this. Her plan was to evade Toby when it was time to leave the party, but now she was trapped, and Toby was too large to fight off.

"Oh, yes, I forgot," said Noriko in her sweetest and horniest Asian accent, playing along. She winced and squirmed in his grasp as her mind searched for ideas on how to escape this dire situation. Her tender pussy had already been taken by force once tonight. She had no intention of taking on another cock. It was bad enough the feelings of guilt and betrayal of Marty that went through her mind, but she had little choice.

"Wait, let me" Noriko whispered breathlessly as she pushed Toby away and looked into his eyes with a seductive statement while she began to unbutton his shirt. As much as she detested the idea, perhaps she could get out of this with only a quick blowjob. But in order to do that, she had to tease him as much as possible. 

With her most erotic technique, Noriko used her soft lips and moist tongue to kiss and lick Toby's hard chest and stomach. Biting his nipples gently and running her hands and tongue up and down his hard belly. Toby sighed and placed his thick hands on Noriko's soft shoulders. 

Impatiently, the burly bodyguard pushed Noriko downward toward his crotch until she was squatting before him. She continued to tease the area just above his belt, and used her small hands to fondle his swelling bulge. Noriko was stunned to feel how large he was through the slacks, and was hesitant to open his zipper. 


The Spy Who Fucked Me



Brin St. James was definitely the hottest agent for the secret government agency called the Eye. Standing at a tall five feet, eleven inches, she was quite an eye full. She had long golden hair and bright blue eyes the topped off her goddess like body. A body she used often to her advantage. 

Brin always wore provocative clothing so she could show off her long, shapely legs and huge, round tits. Today her attire was a tight, off the shoulder white mini-dress that clung tightly to her big tits. It was thin cotton, so you could see her stiff nipples that seemed to want to burst out of the light fabric. 

Her beautiful heart-shaped ass enticed every guy she walked past to check her out. She liked that guys wanted to fuck her. Sometimes she thought that her pussy was her best advantage. An advantage she loved using to its fullest. She loved to get fucked.

Brin's pager went off first thing in the morning. It was her contact at the Eye, a man known to her only as Number 11. She made her way to a pay phone and called him right back. He told her about a problem they have. It seems that a file was purged from their main frame. Their records show that it was down loaded to a PC somewhere in her sector. 

Number 11 gave her the access code for the BBS that was the conduit for the

transfer. He also had the code name of the user it was sent to. His E-mail name was

TanMike. Number 11 told Brin to use any means necessary to find and delete the file. Then he instructed her to interrogate TanMike and ascertain if he is a security risk. 

Brin told him she would contact him upon any information. Number 11 promptly hung up, not wanting to risk a trace.

In the next few minutes' Brin St. James made her way home and purged the bulletin board system TanMike belonged to. She entered his name in the search mode and his bio came up. Brin held the Alt key down and input in her access override code. It brought up his personal information instantly. 

Michael Tanner, alias Tan Mike was easy to find. In just a few minutes she had his name, address, phone number, social security number and credit card number. She smiled and patted her computer on the top of the monitor. She printed the information, checked her face and rushed out the door to go case out the scene. 

Mike noticed her just after he left for work. What guy wouldn't notice a sexy blond looking at him with wanting eyes? When she pulled up beside him, he could feel her eyes upon him. He was compelled to gaze at her. 

She was beautiful. So beautiful that Mike couldn't believe she was looking at him. She looked like she was around twenty-one but the way she held herself made her seem much older. Her beautiful long golden hair was blowing lightly back over her soft shoulder. She brushed it away from her face and winked her crisp baby blue at Mike. It made him blush and she smiled. 

He gazed back at her and finally managed a goofy smile. The light turned green. The beautiful girl blew him a sexy kiss then drove on. It made Mike Tanner's heart quicken. Instantly he imagined what it would be like to fuck such a gorgeous girl. His cock stiffened at the images he conjured up and he rubbed it.

Brin managed to get back behind her suspect and follow him to the building he worked in. She tailed him inside. Through the front desk she quickly found out what floor he worked on. The gentleman was more than helpful. Brin was sure the way she bent over and gave him a free shot of her big ripe tits urged him to be nice.

She went out to her car and drove back to Mike's house. She made her way to the back of his place. Brin pulled out her lock picks and in less than thirteen seconds she was inside. Quietly Brin checked out the house and it was empty. Since there were no pictures of a wife or kids she surmised that TanMike must be single.

She thought he was cute so that was a good thing.

She went into Mike's den, fired up his computer, found his library called Downloads and opened it up. The file she was looking for wasn't there. He had other mail dated for today, so this had to be the place. She ran a search for the file name and it came up dry.

Brin clicked back onto Mike's hard drive and scrolled down the index. One

library stood out in particular. It was called Dirty Pics. Brin opened it up. She ran the viewer program and it started showing one nasty picture right after another.

A picture of a girl being fucked by two guys lit up the screen. Next, lesbians licking each others wet shaved snatches. Brin was getting aroused at the steamy scenes. It changed to a close up of a thick cock driving deep into a fur-covered mound. Brin's pussy grew wet. She thought of her suspect Mike Tanner sitting here working himself up to an orgasm. 

The sexy agent stood up and pulled her skirt up over her round hips. She ran her fingers lightly over her soft blond patch of pussy fur. Instantly her finger started to glisten with her cream. She slid it deeper down her gash as a close up of two girls getting sprayed with sperm appeared on the screen. Brin circled her clit faster and faster. 

Brin sat back down in Mike's chair and put her legs up on his computer table.

Her pink folds opened wide like a piece of ripe fruit. She slid her finger deep inside her wet hole. "M-m-m-m-m-m-m," Brin moaned as she fingered herself. She loved the way her pussy felt wrapped tightly around her finger. She worked herself faster.

A picture of a girl riding a huge flesh-colored dildo came up. The girl was pulling her nipples and blowing a kiss. Brin thought of the kiss she blew at Mike this morning and began to fuck herself harder. She got off and shook violently in Michael Tanner's office chair. She smiled and softly rubbed her wet, quivering clit. "Nice pictures TanMike!" She said with a satisfied smile. 

She got up and cleaned herself up. She had to go find out if this guy had read this file before he deleted it. She knew the perfect way to do that was to use her tits and ass. Her favorite way.

It seemed like forever to Mike Tanner for lunch to get there. He was toying around with some ad ideas all morning, but most of the time he was thinking about the girl that blew him a kiss on the way to work. He was kicking himself for not trying to get her to pull over. He didn't think that would work, but he wished he had tried. Just the thought of her beautiful face made him want to hit the bathroom and jerk off. 

Finally his partner's Drew and Ted came to get him for lunch. They always go to a restaurant in their building together. Mike was afraid to get right up then because he would have a tent in his pants. He thought, "If they saw that girl they would understand."

All through lunch Mike couldn't stop thinking about her. Ted was saying something but Mike wasn't paying attention. He was glancing around the room in a lustful day dream. The elevator door caught his eye as it opened. He turned to look.

The first thing he saw was a white high heeled shoe step off the elevator. He followed up her long sexy leg and his heart started pounding. It was her, the girl

from the stop light. She waltzed across the floor as if she owned the place. Every guy turned to look as she made her way to the bar just across from Mike's table.

She propped that pretty ass up on a bar stool and spun around until she was facing Mike. She got a surprised look on her face, then she smiled. Mike shyly smiled back at her. 

Ted was still talking about something. Mike still wasn't paying attention to him. He was to busy starting right up her little white dress. Her blond pussy was looking right back at him. His hand instinctively went underneath the table to his cock. He had to meet this girl and now was the time.

"Ted, Drew," he said cutting Ted off, "I'll be right back." He got up and thought he was going to pass out from being so nervous. He walked over to her and said, "We have to stop meeting like this!" He smiled, held out his hand and said,"Hi, I'm Mike Tanner. The guy in the car this morning."

She smiled, shook his hand softly and said, "Hi Mike, I'm Brin, Brin St.James." She giggled and shook her head in disbelief. "This is so strange. I have to be honest with you Mike, I have been thinking about you all day and now here you are. Weird." 

"Well Brin, you're not going to believe this, but I was thinking of you the very second you walked into this place. It's fate I guess, well - I hope!" He said grinning.

"I got to tell you my heart feels like it's going to pop out of my chest." He took a deep breath.

Brin put her hand on her breast and said, "Mine is too! This is the kind of stuff that happens in movies." She gazed at Mike. Her deep blue eyes made him melt. 

He bought her a drink and before they knew it, lunch was over. Ted and Drew were trying to get Mike so they could head back to work. "Wish this lunch could last forever, but damn it, it can't!" Mike said as he shook his fist jokingly in the air. He brought it down, leaned closely to her and boldly followed up with,"How about dinner sometime?"

"Only if it's tonight after work at your place Michael," Brin said with a sexy grin. She bit her lip in the cutest way like she was hoping he would say yes. 

Mike wanted to take her home right then but knew he couldn't. "That would be great Brin. Hell in fact, I can't wait until then! Here's my address," he said and wrote it down on a cocktail napkin. "Do you know where this is?"

"I think I can find it," Brin said. She chuckled and thought about getting off in his den earlier. She kissed Mike on the cheek and walked away. Again every guy in the place turned to look at her. Brin turned around, blew him a kiss then disappeared around the corner.

Ted and Drew razzed their partner about the fucking gorgeous babe he just landed. Mike just smiled smugly and said, "You know you're both damn lucky I came back to work at all." They laughed and Mike started dreaming about the night to come.

Brin pulled up in front of Mike's house thinking about the job at hand. She had a feeling this guy was clean but she had a job to do and swore an oath to do it. If he's not telling the truth, she would find out. The Eye would have no less from her. She knocked on Mike's front door.

He greeted her with a cold glass of wine and a big smile. Brin looked around his place like she had never seen it before. Mike had lit candles and the warm yellow light filled the room. Brin knew she was on the job but there was something about this guy that turned her on. She found Mike really attractive and hell, she had an orgasm here already. She wanted him to be innocent so she could fuck him.

Mike lead Brin over to living room and they sat. As much as she didn't want to do it Brin knew what she had to do. She leaned over to him and said softly,

"Mike?"

He leaned closer still to her and said, "yes." 

Brin held her hand up so fast Mike couldn't even tell that she gassed him. The small cartridge in the palm of her hand contained a very potent hypnotic drug called

TelAll the company came up with. It works like a charm. Mike immediately started to get dizzy from it. Brin felt bad but she had to do it. It was her job.

She reached into her hand bag and pulled out what looked like a small flash light. Brin held it in front of Mike's face, clicked it on and a strobe light started flashing in a strange rhythmic pattern.

Mike held tightly to the couch and said, "I feel like I'm going to pass out."

"You're OK Mike," Brin said softly. "Just a little dizzy that's all. Look at the light Mike. Try to focus on the flashing light. Do you see it?"

"I see it," he slurred a little like he was talking in his sleep. His grip on the couch loosened up and he fell limp in the chair. He closed his eyes and looked completely relaxed.

"I want you to tell me the absolute truth Mike," Brin said softly. "OK?"

"I will," Mike said in an even toned voice, his eyes still closed.

"Mike, I want you to tell me what happened when you got your e-mail today."

"It was really weird. I got the first two letters and down loaded them without a problem. When I down loaded the third, it shut down my modem program and booted up some new program. I hit the Esc button 16 times but it kept loading up. 

I don't know how I got this e-mail but a federal seal appeared on my screen.

Underneath it the word's Classified Information flashed in red. The prompt came up to see the file's contents so I turned my computer off. It was all I could think of to do. I turned my computer back on and deleted that file from my hard drive."

"Did you make any copies Mike?" Brin asked softly. She was biting her lip for real now. She could almost feel his cock in her.

"No," Mike said flatly.

"You're off the hook," Brin thought. Now, since she had him talking, it was time to see what he really thought about her. Sure it was unethical but that's what being an agent is all about. Brin grinned and said, "What did you think of me when you first saw me today?"

"I wanted to fuck you!"

"Right then you wanted me?"

"Yes, my cock even started to get hard."

Brin blushed and her heart started beating faster. She began to rub her inner thighs in excitement. "Did you rub your cock Mike?"

"Yes, I could feel my precome oozing out onto my underwear while I worked it," Mike said softly.

Brin pulled her skirt up. Her pussy was already dripping. She rubbed it intensely. Sliding her fingers in between her hot pink lips. She said, "Did you want to put your hard cock down my throat Mike?"

"Yes. I wanted you to suck me very badly."

"Did you want to shoot your sperm in my face like in the nasty pictures on your computer?"

"Yes, I imagined it dripping from your chin."

"Do you jack off looking at the pictures on your computer?"

"Yes I do."

Brin slid her finger deep in her pussy and jammed it in and out. She started breathing deeply and was close to making herself come already. "Which would you rather do Michael? Fuck me or jack off to your dirty computer pictures?"

"I want to fuck you Brin!" He said.

"Listen to me Mike. When you wake up you will remember none of this. You will still have the strong desire to fuck me. Do you under stand Mike?"

"Yes"

"You will wake up when I count to three." Brin pulled her skirt down, picked up her wine and said, "one-two-three." 

Mike woke up with a gleam in his eye. "You are so beautiful Brin. I'm glad you came over." He looked into her eyes intently and said, "I have got to kiss you. I just can't wait." He leaned over and they kissed deeply. Brin slid her hand up his leg to his growing bulge. He pressed it into her willing hand as their tongues intertwined. "God I want you to suck my cock Brin. I want to feel your tight little mouth on me," Mike moaned.

Brin dropped down on her knees and unzipped his pants. She yanked them down and his cock flopped out stiff and ready for her tongue. He put his hand on the back of her head and plopped it into her mouth. She sucked his meat right down, filling her throat. Mike began to groan as he fucked her pretty little face. His precome emerged and she lapped it up. Brin loved the musky taste of sperm.

She slid his cock out of her mouth and stood up. "I have wanted you to fuck me all day," she said as she pulled off her little white dress. She stood before him rubbing her large tits. She slid one hand slowly to her creamy pussy and spread her folds. Her clit stood out engorged and aroused. Brin flipped it back and forth with her index finger. She walked up to Mike and grabbed the back of his head. She shoved her pussy to his mouth and said, "Lick me baby. Eat my hot fucking pussy!"

Mike grabbed her soft ass and pulled her even closer. Her wet folds seemed to kiss him back as he darted his tongue in her fuck hole. He rubbed her ass hole with his thumb and she purred like a kitten. Brin pushed her pussy even tighter against his face and moaned. He sucked her clit into his mouth and worked it. She had an orgasm and her cream flowed into Mike's mouth. It tasted so good he could have licked her pussy all night.

Brin pulled back with a smile on her face and said, "That was nice!" She turned around and bent over straight legged and grabbed onto the couch. She looked back at Mike who was staring at her dew drenched snatch. "Let's see what you can do with that cock," she said. 

TanMike knew just what to do. He got behind Brin and rubbed his stiff cock on her wet folds. She pushed her heart-shaped ass back and his cock head popped right inside her. He held her hips tightly and pushed his meat into the hilt. His balls slapped against her swollen clit and Brin moaned deeply.

"That's right Mike, fuck that hole baby." Brin groaned. "Oh yeah baby, ride that pussy!"

"You want it harder babe? I'll fuck you harder!" Mike yelled as he pumped her faster. His cock was shining with her hot cream. He fucked her so fast his hips slapped against her ass with each stroke. 

He slid his hands up her soft sides and grabbed her big tits as they bounced.

He pulled her hard brown nipples and yelled, "You look so beautiful getting fucked baby!" He pulled her nipples harder and Brin groaned. 

Brin was panting heavily. She was going to lose it again. She held on tightly to the couch and trembled. A warm flow of her cream dripped down Mike's cock and sack. The extra warm, wet feeling brought his sperm right out. He held her tits tightly and filled her hot pink folds with his thick white sperm. It burst from her pussy and ran down her long legs.

Brin caught her breath. They held each other tightly until Mike was soft inside her. She turned around and gave him the deepest kiss he ever had. He held her close and didn't want this to ever end. Brin was thinking the same thing just when her beeper went off and almost broke the mood. "I'll get that later. I want more of that cock right now!" Brin said with a wicked grin.

She knew it was Number 11. Tan Mike was innocent so the Eye could wait. Brin turned off her beeper and they went into the bed room to continue fucking. All in a days work for a sexy, big tittied spy like Brin St. James.

The End

If you liked this story, or if you just want to make a new friend I would love to hear from you! - Nate



The Spy who Fucked Me



I can't tell you my name, but if you'd probably recognize me if you've picked up a copy of The Wall Street Journal in the past three years. I'm the CEO of a large Midwestern company. Thousands depend on me for their paychecks. Millions rely on me to stock grocery stores with toilet paper and 10 brands of breakfast cereal. A few words from me to the right people can send stocks soaring or plunging for days.

I'm also a sex-addicted cross-dresser.

Nothing gets me off like public humiliation. I love strapping on a bra and then rushing to an adult bookstore to meet strangers for sex. We usually don't even make it to a hotel. I suck them off out in the parking lot.

I recently went out in full drag in Portland, Oregon. I wore a red, low-cut, dress over a lacy black bra and panties. I wasn't even close to passable as a woman, so I drew some attention, even in a porn shop. But I quickly found a couple of guys who were looking for a third. We went back to their house. They introduced me to "finger cuffs." I got in the doggy-style position so one could fuck me up the ass, while the other jammed his cock in my face. One guy's girlfriend watched while fucking herself with a vibrator.

I know powerful men need to be careful with their sexual appetites. No one needs to remind me of what happened to Eliot Spitzer or Larry Craig. No doubt my competition would love a few snapshots of me in a cute miniskirt. But I can't help myself. When the urge to cross-dress hits, I'm driven by forces beyond reason. It doesn't yield until my cock explodes.

I always knew getting caught was a risk, but it never sunk in until the nightmare came true. Nothing could've had a more profound affect on my sex life.

It all started when my secretary, Lois, rang my phone on the Monday morning after the Portland trip. I was in my penthouse office overlooking the park. My desk was covered with legal documents as I struggled to make sense of a hostile takeover I was considering.

Lois called from her desk in the outer office.

"Hello, sir," she said. "A Ms. Julia Hunter is here and says she'd like to see you."

"Never heard of her," I said. "Does she have an appointment?"

"No," Lois said.

"Ask her what she wants," I said, "and have her make an appointment with one of the department heads."

"Yes, sir," Lois said.

I hung up the phone. Not a minute later, it rang again.

"Yes, Lois. What is it?" I asked.

"Sorry to bother you, sir," she said. "But Ms. Hunter insisted that I call you back. She said she knows about the Portland bookstore."

My stomach leaped into my throat. I dropped the folder I'd been perusing. My mind searched for an explanation. Who could've known? Certainly, the two guys I fucked. But who would they tell? The answers wouldn't come.

"Sir? Are you there?" Lois asked.

My mind snapped back into action.

"Yes, yes," I said. "Did she say anything else?"

"She wouldn't elaborate," Lois said.

"That's fine, Lois," I said. "Go ahead and show her in."

When Lois opened my door, the most amazing red-head came swaying in. Never have I seen a woman make a plain, gray business suit look so sexy. She had huge tits that bounced as she walked with a black brief case in her hand. Her eyes locked onto mine. This woman was all business.

I did my best to play it cool. If there's one thing I've learned in my years climbing the corporate ladder, it's that you can never let the opposition see you sweat.

"What can I do for your, Ms. Hunter?" I said, while leaning back in my fat, leather chair.

Without invitation, she took a seat in a chair on the other side of my desk. Her skirt slid up her leg as she sat, revealing the lacy top of her white, thigh high stocking.

"Tell your secretary to leave," Ms. Hunter said. "You're going to want to discuss this in private."

I nodded at Lois.

"It's OK," I said.

Lois closed the door.

"OK," I said. "You've got my attention. Who are you? And what's this about?"

Ms. Hunter flipped open the latches on her brief case. She opened it and pulled a business card out of a side pocket.

"Julia Hunter, private investigator," she said, while handing me the card. "One of your competitors hired me to learn what you do in your spare time."

"You've been spying on me?" I asked.

"That's right," she said.

I slammed my open palm on my desk. The crack echoed through the office.

"I demand to know who hired you!" I yelled.

Ms. Hunter didn't flinch.

"Demands don't get anywhere with me," Ms. Hunter said. "I suggest you calm down and take a look at what I've come to show you."

Ms. Hunter pulled out a laptop and flipped it open. She hit a few buttons and the set the computer on my desk with the screen facing me.

"This is what I gathered last Saturday night after you closed the deal out in Portland," she said. "By the way, congratulations on that. You personally made $13 million. Not bad for a week's work."

I gritted my teeth.

"No one was supposed to know about that," I said.

Ms. Hunter smiled.

"I know," she said. "But I do."

Ms. Hunter came around to my side of the desk to narrate her presentation. She put her hand on my chair and leaned in toward the computer. My cock jumped as one tit brushed my face. I wondered if it were intentional. I looked up at her. She ignored me and focused on the screen.

"These first few shots are screen-grabs from your computer," Ms. Hunter said. "They show a few of the porno sites you were looking at in your hotel room. You start off with straight porn at 8:03 p.m. Just naked chicks, Playboy pics. Nothing weird. You move to cum shots by 8:47. And by 9:02, you start looking at transsexuals.

"You log off at 9:17 and leave the hotel. Here's a security camera shot of you exiting the lobby with a duffle bag in your hand. And here's a different video of you pulling into a Burger King parking lot 15 minutes later. You walk in the front door, still dressed like a guy, and head in the direction of the bathroom.

"You emerge 12 minutes later in this sexy, little outfit."

The surveillance video showed me in full drag click-clacking in heels through the Burger King lobby and out the door. There was no denying it was me. My face was plainly visible, even behind the make-up. I remembered all too clearly. I'd gone to the Burger King to change because several of my associates were staying in the hotel. The memory made me pop a woody, even though I knew this all meant I was in big trouble.

Ms. Hunter continued.

"You leave the Burger King and arrive at Big Dick's Porn Palace 23 minutes later. Here's some video of you walking in the front door and browsing through the dildos. This is my favorite part. If you watch closely, you'll see this shopper notice you and then snicker."

I remembered her. Some soccer mom shopping for dildos was none too discrete about giggling at me. It was humiliating.

And I loved it.

Ms. Hunter hit fast-forward. The figures on the screen raced around the store.

"I'll spare you some of the details," she said. "'I'm sure you'll remember meeting Nick and Joe."

"Actually, I don't," I said.

"Maybe you don't remember their names," she said. "But you'll remember what you did with them."

Ms. Hunter punched a button on the keyboard. A raunchy porno film filled the screen. Two guys worked over a chick in a red dress. Her skirt was over her hips, as one guy violently pounded her ass while the other fucked her face. Just behind them, a blond woman sat on a couch with her legs spread wide. She fucked herself with a silver dildo while watching the sex show in front of her.

I took a closer look. The person in the red dress was no chick. It was me.

"I bet you didn't know you were being taped," Ms. Hunter said.

"Enough," I said. "Turn it off."

Ms. Hunter shut down the computer and put it in her bag.

"If that gets out," I said, "I'll sue the shit out of you. And I'll make sure you're brought up on charges. I have friends in high places, believe me."

"I'm sure you do," Ms. Hunter said.

She sat down and draped one leg over the other. They were beautiful legs that made it hard to concentrate.

"But here's the thing," she said. "I'm ex-CIA. I know things about all those powerful friends you keep in your back pocket. Embarrassing and costly things that will keep their mouths shut."

"Excuse me for asking," I said, "but you look a little young to be ex-CIA."

"I do, don't I?" she said. "Truth is, I was the fastest-rising agent in history. Could have been the first female director. But then I got too close to a certain foreign dignitary. A Russian. They sent spies after me. A few pictures got to the president. He thought my relationship with the Russian showed poor judgment. The president himself told me I could either step aside or be forced out like Valerie Plame. So, I went into private practice."

I had no doubt she was telling the truth.

"Fine," I said. "So you're ex-CIA. What do you want?"

Ms. Hunter dug into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out two lollipops. She offered me one. I waved it off. She put it back into her pocket and peeled the wrapper off the other.

"Are you familiar with fem dom?" she asked, while holding the red candy near her lips.

I knew exactly what it was, but I wasn't going to let on, at least not all the way.

"It sounds like a sex thing," I said.

"Right," Ms. Hunter said, while pulling the sucker out of her mouth. "Some women like to sexually humiliate men. They make their man-slaves dress up like girls and then humiliate them. What do you think of that?"

Her tongue played on the candy like the head of a cock. A full-blown hard-on raged in my pants.

"That's fine," I said. "But it doesn't answer my question. What do you want?"

Ms. Hunter giggled.

"You're a good actor," she said. "I bet you're great in the board room. Poker-face the whole time."

This woman was seeing right through me. My back was sweating.

"I'll just get right to it then," she said. "I want two million in cash delivered to me tonight."

"Fine," I said. "What do I get?"

"All copies of the video presentation you just saw," she said. "And just to show how nice I am, I'll give you some dirt on the person who ordered up this investigation."

"Deal," I said.

"Wait," Ms. Hunter said. "You didn't let me finish. There's something else I want."

"What is it?" I asked.

Ms. Hunter slipped the lollipop into her mouth and leaned forward, propping her elbows on my desk. Her tits formed a cleavage that seemed bottomless. She let me stare for a few seconds. Then she pulled the sucker from her lips with a smack. I could smell its sticky sweetness from across my desk.

"You're going to be me fem-dom bitch when you come over to drop off the money," she said. "Your ass is mine for one hour."

I sighed. It was true that I wanted to be her sex slave. But I hated giving in to an extortionist.

"You're a sick woman," I said.

Ms. Hunter smiled and tossed the lollipop into the waste can.

"I know," she said. "But so are you."

I squeezed the bridge of my nose. A headache was coming hard and fast.

"Deal," I said. "Where do we meet?"

Ms. Hunter told me to meet her in room 320 at the Holiday Inn off exit 32 at exactly 8:20 p.m. Then she sashayed out of my office.

Gathering the money wasn't difficult. I keep an emergency fund of $10 million tucked into safes and security deposit boxes around the city. I left the office early and made a couple of bank runs, stashing the money in a black brief case.

At the hotel, I knocked hard three times, precisely as instructed.

Ms. Hunter answered the door almost totally nude. She wore white, fishnet thigh-high stockings and six-inch heels without panties or a bra. A string of pearls hung between her luscious, round tits. Her bush was a neatly trimmed triangle of red hair. She didn't seem to care that the door was wide open and anyone walking by could've seen her.

But Ms. Hunter wasn't wasting any time.

"Get in here," she said.

I stepped into the room. She slammed the door behind me.

"Put the money on the table," Ms. Hunter said. "And strip off those clothes."

She watched from the other side of the bed as I followed the instructions, setting down the brief case and sliding off my tie. Her hands were on her hips, and she was frowing.

"I'm going to enjoy humiliating the shit out of you," she said.

I already had a chubby forming in my silk boxers. When I pulled them down, Ms. Hunter's eyes slid down my body to my prick. Her frown turned into a smile.

"You've got a big cock," she said, "for a sissy bitch."

A ruckus suddenly rose in the neighboring room. Someone banged on the walls. A man yelled, "Allllriiiiight!"

Ms. Hunter banged on the door connecting the two rooms.

"Hey, take it easy in there!" she yelled.

The shrieks and banging quieted.

"What was that all about?" I asked. "Do they think they heard what you said about my cock?"

Ms. Hunter fixed me with a stern look. I froze. She slapped me across the face with her open palm. My cheek stung.

"Shut up, cunt!" she said. "You don't speak unless you're spoken to."

Ms. Hunter grabbed a pink bag sitting on the dresser. She emptied the contents on the bed.

"There's your uniform, bitch," she said. "Put it on."

I started by strapping on the lacy, white bra. The under-wire cups pressed into my chest as I connected the hooks behind my back. I slid the straps up my arms. The cool fabric encased my tits. I was beginning to feel like a woman.

Ms. Hunter could tell, but she didn't say anything. She just smiled and nodded approvingly.

I went for the boyshort panties next, sliding them up my legs. They fit fine. The elastic hugged my thighs and ass. The bottoms of my butt cheeks hung out the bottom. I arranged my stiff cock so that it was pointing straight up at my belly. The sensitive underside brushed against the lace every time I moved.

My outfit came with a pair of white thigh-high stockings exactly like the pair Ms. Hunter was wearing. I sat on the bed and slid them up my legs one at a time, careful not to tear them. I loved how they hugged my legs.

I finished off the outfit by sliding on a pair of six-inch stripper heels.

"Make-up time," Ms. Hunter said. "Come with me."

I followed her to the bathroom, stumbling a couple times in my new heels. Ms. Hunter patted the marble counter by the sink and said, 'Lean here." I settled in.

Ms. Hunter did my make up, making me look like a whore with black eyeliner, red lipstick and gray eyeshadow. Her spearmint-scented breath filled my nostrils as she leaned in to paint my face. Then she slipped an auburn wig onto my head. I looked ready for the streets.

"Now we're ready for some fun," she said. "Go stand in front of the bed."

When she swung open the connecting door, a wall of manhood stood waiting. I never did find out how many guys were there, but it had to be at least a dozen. They looked horny and even a little angry. The horde came rushing at me in an irresistible wave. All of them had hard cocks needing to be serviced.

I was stunned. My heart leaped. I had no choice but to take care of them all.

The first guy through the door was a tall, lean athletic guy with dark hair. He rushed at me.

"On your knees, bitch," he demanded.

Stunned, I dropped to the floor. He grabbed the sides of my head and poked his stiffy at my lips. I opened up. The guy forced his cock down my throat. I gagged as he buried my nose into his pubic hair. I struggled to inhale, but no wind came. The guy's prick was blocking my windpipe. He pulled back quickly, and I took in air. The guy immediately rammed his stick back into my gullet.

"Watch the teeth, motherfucker," he said.

I opened wider and let my throat relax, giving the guy nothing buy soft, wet flesh.

The face-fucking became smooth and rhythmic, as several other guys gathered around me to watch and jerk off. Somewhere on the other side of the room, a guy was saying, "Cum on his face, man! Cum on his face!"

And it suddenly happened.

One of the jerk-off guys let loose on my forehead. A cheer rose in the room as if the Giants had just scored a Super Bowl-winning touchdown. Jizz ran down my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. The athletic guy just kept pumping my lips with his cock.

It didn't take long for the next guy to cum, or the one after him. They all blasted their loads on my face or in my hair. Each time a guy popped, a new guy moved to the front of the crowd.

The dark-haired guy finally gave one last thrust and let his junk fly in my mouth. It was a big load I could barely contain. When he pulled out, I still had the salty love juice between my cheeks.

"Show us," the dark-haired guy said.

I tilted back my head and opened my mouth. I flipped my tongue a few times. Cum spilled out the corners of my mouth. The guys cheered.

A young surfer dude with long, blond hair stepped forward while furiously beating his cock. He took aim and fired. The first shot me hit me right in the eyes. I instinctively shut them. A few guys laughed. Some else shot a load. I felt it splatter between my tits.

All the while I held my mouth open with my head tilted back. Jizz pooled on my tongue Someone yelled, "Swallow it!"

I sealed my lips and let the cum slide down my throat. A roar rose in the room. Another big load splattered across my face.

I swelled with sweet humiliation. I loved it. I was the victim, totally out of control. My cock pulsated.

I never saw the next guy who shoved his cock in my mouth. But I know he smelled like Old Spice and came quick.

After swallowing his load, I wiped the cum out of my eyes with the back of my hand. The crowd had begun to thin. The guys who had shot their loads had moved back into the other room or were watching while slumped along the walls. Two college boys and an older guy beat their cocks while standing in a semi-circle around me. Another guy was up on the bed, fucking Ms. Hunter in the missionary position. She moaned as he glowered at her like a hungry lion. He suddenly threw back his head and gave one last thrust before cumming and rolling off of her.

He looked at me.

"Get up here," he said breathlessly. "Fuck this bitch, sloppy seconds."

I eased between Ms. Hunter's legs as jizz dripped off of my face and onto her chest. The three beat-off guys followed me to Ms. Hunter's side. Her face remained jizz-free. But just as I was easing my prick into her pussy, the older guy popped a shot across her face. He left a trail of sperm from her chin t her lips to an eyebrow. Ms. Hunter gazed up at me and slowly licked the cum off her lips.

I pumped her slowly. Her pussy walls were slick with another guy's cum and her own juices. I could've shot immediately, but then I saw the two beat-off guys move in beside Ms. Hunter's face. I wanted to jizz at the same time they did. One knelt on the bed. The other stood by the bedside. Both had their cocks aimed and were stroking hard.

I tightened my asshole and squeezed my eyes shut. A geyser of cum built inside me. I couldn't hold it much longer.

I didn't have to.

When I opened my eyes, the guys were firing their loads on Ms. Hunter's face. I gave a final thrust and let myself go. My cock exploded into her cunt. Ms. Hunter seemed to love every second of it. She had her mouth open and her eyes closed. Cum covered her face. At least one shot had hit her in the mouth. A line of spunk slowly slid down her tongue.

No one had to tell me what to do next. With my still-stiff cock inside her pussy, I lowered my head and gave Ms. Hunter a long soul kiss. Our tongues played in the sperm like dolphins in the ocean until I pulled away to lick the jizz off her face.

I grabbed my trampled suit off the floor and went to the bathroom to clean up. When I came out, all the guys had gone back to the neighboring room. Sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed was a naked, familiar-looking blond woman. It was the one I'd met in Portland a few days earlier -- the chick who shoved a dildo up her cunt while the two guys fucked me.




The Spy who Fucked Me



"What are you doing here?" I asked.

She smiled and batted her eyelashes.

"Don't you recognize me?" she asked.

It was Ms. Hunter with a wig on her head.

"What the fuck?" I asked.

She smiled.

"The hook-up in Portland was a set-up to get some dirt on you," she said. "I'll do anything to get a job done. Keep that in mind in case you ever need anything.

"I'm also a woman of my word. The only two copies of the video are in a bag in the closet. Also in the bag is a DVD movie of the man who ordered up your investigation. You'll recognize him when you see him. The video shows him in an embarrassing position. You just might find it useful. If The Post ever got a hold of that film, they'd definitely find it useful."

"So, that's it?" I asked. "We just go our separate ways now?"

"No," she said. "I'm altering the terms of the deal. We're going to do this from time to time. You're going to be my sex slave."

"Yeah? Why should I?" I asked. "I have the tapes."

"Yes, you do," she said. "But I know what happened, and I have witnesses. And I know what buttons to push to make our liasons public. I may not be able to prove it with video, but I can make things awfully uncomfortable for you."

She rose and moved in close, gently touching my chin.

"Besides," she said softly, "Was it really that bad?"

I smiled.

"Thought so," she said.

Then she slapped my cheek. Not hard, but just enough to sting.

"Now get the fuck out of here," she said.

I let the door slam shut behind me. Then I got in my Mercedes and drove home at twice the speed limit.

Now, every time the phone rings, I secretly hope it's Julia Hunter.



The Spy who Fucked Me



Her name is Ivana Fokolotaya and she was in the same business as I was; trying to stop the international trade in weapons of mass destruction. This had nothing to do with Dubya's war on terror; it was concerned with the supply of weapons to the drug cartels in Mexico and warlords in Africa. Apart from the bloodshed caused by these weapons the intelligence community was concerned with the use of drugs and conflict diamonds to buy the weapons.

When I first heard of her and her reputation my mind went back to the James Bond film 'Golden Eye' and I expected her to look like Xenia Onatopp but was pleasantly surprised to find her appearance had a closer affinity to Natalya Simonova. I was later to find that looks can be deceiving and her skills were very close to those of Xenia. Something else that reminded me of Xenia was that, until I actually met her, I pronounced her name Ivana Fok-l-taya she pronounced the 'v' as a 'w' and her surname as 'fuck-a-lot-a-ya'.

It was inevitable that our paths should cross, I was following the money trail from Mexico to the arms dealer while she followed the arms trail from the manufacturer to the same arms dealer. I was on top of a building overlooking the boat harbor at Monaco and to the casual observer I looked for all the world like a sniper. His 'geekness', the gadget guy, had come up with a directional microphone that looked for remarkably like a high powered sniper's rifle complete with telescopic sight. I was concentrating hard, I had him in the cross-hairs of the scope and was getting a clear signal even at a distance of 500 metres, when I felt the cold steel of a weapon pressed against my C4 vertebra. I was dead meat and I knew it. "Not fair Patrick, I heard that you were a gentleman and always allowed the lady to go first."

I turned and recognized her from the rather bulky dossier we had on her. Her weapon of choice looked very much like a genuine sniper's rifle. "Ivana Fok'l'taya, we meet at last." 

"My illusions are shattered, you aren't perfect because if you were you would have pronounced my name 'Iwanna Fuckalotya'." She had little of her native Russian in her accent, possibly due to the fact that she wasn't raised in Russia even though her father was one of the most feared KGB operatives in his time. She was the result of a casual affair with an American CIA agent who was on assignment in Europe. Following his death the money that he had accumulated from his side line of an assassin for hire was more than enough to pay for her Harvard education. Following her graduation in political science she headed for Europe hoping to find more about her mysterious father but instead found herself enmeshed in the world of corporate espionage.

Like me she was a freelance operative hired by various government agencies, in her case the Russians, and in my case the Americans, we both went where the money was and for her that meant working much of her time for Vladimir in his fight to control the Russian Mafia whose primary source of income, apart from oil, was selling weapons 'borrowed' from the military to the highest bidder. My current assignment was with the US government against the Mexican drug cartels who were always on the lookout for bigger and better weapons in their war against each other. The man in my sights was here to buy a large quantity of assault rifles and ammunition. 

"Despite what this looks like, I'm not here to kill your friend down there, I just want the evidence of the transaction to take back to my employer, what he does with it is up to him."

"And I'm here to recover the weapons that he's trying to sell to your man, weapons that just happened to disappear from a warehouse where they were waiting to be shipped to a so called legitimate client, in this case a civilian militia trying to overthrow the government of a Middle Eastern dictator."

"So we're both on fool's errands. The evidence that I obtain will probably never see the light of day because both the US and Mexican governments are powerless to stop the drug trade, or else they want the drug trade to flourish because that will keep those who would oppose them a constant state of ambivalence. You client on the other hand doesn't want the popular uprising to succeed because they need the oil. Wait a minute, we've a new player in the mix."

"Let me see." I handed her the microphone and its earpiece and she leaned against the parapet wall and focused it. "Looks like the DRC (Democratic Republic of Congo) wants more weapons, he's just placed a large quantity of conflict diamonds on the table." 

"This is developing into an auction, look another launch is heading for the yacht." Ivana turned and followed my pointing finger, focusing on the passenger. "Holy Crap! Guess who it is." She handed me the scope. It was my turn for the expletives; "Fucking hell, Securicorp. Why would they want to buy arms on the black market, surely he can get them through the proper sources?" The man on the launch was the chief arms buyer for the largest private security company in the US, the one with all the government contracts.

"What our dealer is offering is not the kind of weapon that the US government would like to see in the hands of private enterprise, these are serious guns that we're talking about and definitely not the kind of thing that you'd let some macho security guard use for crowd control. We seriously have to stop this sale from going ahead."

"And how do we propose to do that?" I had noticed that she used 'we' and not 'you' or 'I'.

"I don't know, the best that I can think of right now is to somehow get into the warehouse where he's got them stored and steal them." It was obvious from the hesitance in her voice that even she doubted whether that plan had any hope of succeeding.

"It'd probably be easier for us to break into Fort Knox and steal enough gold that we could make him an offer that even he couldn't refuse." I was trying to lighten the mood here because I found that the harder I thought on a problem the less likely it was that I'd reach a satisfactory solution. I needed time to relax and get my thought processes ticking along without any time pressures. "I remembered one of my early bosses telling me that I should ask myself, 'Will the world come to a screeching halt if you're a little late in completing that task.' What I think he was getting at was, that if I rushed into the task I was more likely to stuff it up than if I thought my way through it before I started."

"Just what did you have in mind?"

"Well there are two ways that I can think of to take my mind off this and let me think, one is to get pissed and numb the brain for a time and the other is to find an attractive woman and make mad passionate love to her, a much more pleasant proposition." 

"And where do you hope to find an obliging woman on short notice, unless you're like the famous James Bond who only has to look at a girl and say to her, 'The name's Bond, James Bond.' And she falls into his arms and his bed. Somehow you don't strike me as the Bond type."

"You're right there, for starters I don't have my own private harem at hand and the other is that I don't fall into bed with just any girl, I have to get to know her and at least like her. Hm, now where could I find someone like that up here on this roof-top?" I looked into her eyes.

"So you think that I'm going to fall for that corny line do you?" At least she was smiling. Then she put her arms around me and kissed me. "I don't jump into the bed of the first handsome man who looks at me like you're doing right now, I have to get to know them a little before I submit to his charms. I know a lot about you from the dossier we have on you and I find you half-way acceptable in the flesh, damn it that's enough foreplay, let's fuck!" She just about ripped my clothes off me, so I did my best to destroy hers. Our clothes provided a mattress of sorts for what was to follow.

While I was lavishing my attention on her small but perfectly formed breasts she had located my hard cock and was stroking him, I wouldn't say she was forceful but she was in no way gentle. She grabbed my hand and led it to her already wet pussy, it needed no instruction to carry out her wishes, and I had two fingers inside her and was plunging them into her. "Oh god that feels so good, harder please, harder." She came in a shuddering orgasm. I felt her tugging on my cock, "I want this thing inside me, your fingers are fine but I want your cock and I want it now!" I lowered myself onto her and drove my cock deep inside her. "That's it give it to me, give it to me." Her hips were helping me, every time I pushed him in she would raise them, increasing the pleasure for both of us. I knew that I couldn't last long before I came, I just hoped that she wouldn't be disappointed if I arrived before she did. I needn't have worried, in all of my experiences with women I have never met anyone who came as hard or as often as she did, I thought that I heard the pigeons on the ledge below us take off in fright at the sound of her screams when she and I climaxed together.

The consummation of our relationship took place on that rooftop as the launch tied up at the stern of the yacht, and the man walked into the salon and was introduced to the others and they all sat around exchanging pleasantries, each sizing the other up wondering how high they were prepared to go to secure the arms. It continued through the negotiations which took some half an hour. We surfaced at around the same time that the vendor was congratulating the winning bidder, the arms buyer for the Securicorp. 

We dressed after a fashion, given the fact that there were several fewer buttons on our clothes than before we started, and left the roof, each to our own separate car, hers a Volvo that was far from ordinary, it sat low on its suspension and had low profile tyres on 18 inch alloys while mine was a plain on the outside but anything but underneath, a full IRC rally spec Citroen. Even in our choice of wheels we thought alike, her exhaust burbled softly until she blipped the throttle and the noise that came from the back sounded awesome, so of course I had to give her a taste of mine, the high pitch reaching a crescendo when I came off the loud pedal and the turbo waste gate 'peowed'. We smiled at each other and drove off without having made plans to meet again, but both of us knowing where and when that would be, after all this is a spy story and where else would one go in Monaco on a Saturday evening but the casino, and not just any casino, the Casino Royale.

I waited hopefully in the foyer for all of three minutes before she arrived, a vision that made you want to take off the jacket of your incredibly expensive tuxedo and use it as a red carpet for her to walk on. Her petite figure was lovingly hugged by her dress with enough of her visible to attract the lascivious attention of every non-gay male in the casino and the admiration of the rest of them. Her hair shone of glimmering gold under the lights and her blemish free complexion was lightly dusted with make-up. If I hadn't already fallen in love with her I would have right now. "I hope that you're not meant to be incognito this evening, the eyes of every man and at least half of the women in this room are on you."

"You should talk, in your understated way you have attracted just as much attention, not every man can wear a dinner suit as well as you and I gather from the fit of your jacket that you're not carrying either."

"An ankle holster, I don't believe in taking chances."

"And I might just let you find mine later, I don't either." Her smile told me that she was looking forward to my search.

"What are we doing here?"

"Our man the successful buyer is something of a gambler, after all he took a chance coming here to buy the weapons rather than deal privately. My guess is that he is in the high stakes room upstairs and with a little luck he just might lose some of the money that he is to use to buy the weapons, leaving him short."

"That's a given seeing as how the shoe is rigged and to even things up we have a counter sitting at the same table, he doesn't stand a chance."

"So what are we supposed to do?"

"Mingle and look beautiful and then I intend to join the game and wait until he has a hissy fit because he's lost too much money, then we follow him back to where he's staying and make him an offer that he can't refuse."

"Aren't you mixing your genres here, that's a mafia saying from 'the Godfather'."

"Yeah well, it was the best that I could do at short notice."

"Short notice bullshit, you've been practising that all afternoon. What are we going to drink?"

"I thought that I'd try the famous vodka martini, shaken not stirred."

"Alright 007, I might try one as well." She stopped a passing waiter and ordered the drinks and from the expression of the waiter it was probably the ten millionth time that he'd been asked for that particular drink. Ian Fleming has a lot to answer for.

We were standing at the roulette wheel watching the punters lose when I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Excuse me sir," It was one of the waiters, "The gentleman over there," He pointed to the arms dealer seated at a corner table, "has asked if you and your wife would care to join him." I was just about to tell the waiter that he was mistaken and that Ivana was not my wife when I caught the almost imperceptible shake of her head. We followed him to the corner and our new best friend rose to greet us.

"Please sit." He indicated the chairs at the table so we sat. "Introductions are superfluous under the circumstances because I know of both of you and your presence here is definitely not a coincidence. I believe that you are interested in a certain transaction that I have just completed."

"I don't know what you're talking about, we have no interest in you whatsoever."

"Patrick, Patrick, please don't mistake my politeness for a softness on my part towards anyone who would interfere in my business interests. I would warn you not to get involved. You and Ivana make a lovely couple and I'm sure that both of you enjoyed your time on the roof this afternoon, but if I get the slightest hint that you have not heeded my warning my retribution will be swift and final. Now what are you drinking, please don't tell me that you're drinking those ridiculous vodka martinis, I can't stand them myself, here try this Bollinger, I think that you'll find it a pleasant change from what you have." We drank and exchanged pleasantries for about ten minutes before our host excused himself. "I must apologise for having to leave you but I have arrangements to make and not everyone that I do business with lives in the same time zone." He rose and threaded his way between the tables. We stood at the window and watched as he climbed into a Bentley Continental and it headed for the marina. 

"Why the silly grin when we went over to his table?"

"It's his name, every time I see him or see his name it's a hard job to stop myself from coming out with 'boompsa daisy'."

"Now you're being silly, what's Hans Neeson got to do with boompsa daisy?" Then it dawned on her, and she had the greatest laugh. "I remember my grandpa singing that song."

"Okay my darling wife, it's time to go fry a fish." Ivana grabbed my hand signalling that she was quite happy in her temporary role as my wife.

The game was baccarat and Farley Gardner (our mark) was the banker. A chair was conveniently vacated and I sat down, placing my stack of chips on the table in front of me. He moved a stack of chips and I matched it. As he dealt a voice in the tiny ear bud read the value of the next card to me, his two cards totalled 4 which meant he would take a third card while mine totalled 5. The next card was a 4 giving me an unbeatable 9. "Carte." It was dealt face up, I glanced at it without expression as the voice in my ear said '9'. He dealt his card then turned his other cards face up. When I turned my cards up there was a murmur from the people around the table, if I'd not taken a card he would have had 8 and won. Chips were slid across the table by the croupier.

The next hand was even better, he was feeling confident when he looked at his cards, a total of 8 which meant that convention said that he turned his cards up. I had a 3 and an ace and drew a third card, a 5. The look on his face when I flipped my cards over was priceless, he didn't seem to be able to take a trick.

On the next hand I was dealt two face cards meaning that I had a big fat zero while he had a 7, he would have to stand. The voice told me that the next card in the deck was an 8. "Carte". As the card was lifted and carried across the table there was a gasp from the crowd, surely I would lose, he half smiled in anticipation of his winning hand but when I turned over my two face cards that gasp and his look changed, I had won again. And so it continued, I didn't win every hand because it was mathematically impossible but those that I did win were as a result of sometimes miraculous judgement on my part. By the end of the evening his pile of chips was depleted for the third time.

Finally he conceded defeat, left the table with bad grace, a sore loser, and hurried out of the casino. "I wonder how he's going to explain how it was that he no longer has the money to buy the weapons." Ivana said as we watched him angrily slam the door of the limo behind him.

"Knowing him, and the people that he can call upon, he probably won't have to, he'll just steal it from the Mexican. I've been meaning to ask, there was something fishy going on back there, wasn't there?" We were in my car keeping the limo in sight. "Some of your calls bordered on the miraculous, but then you had help."

"The guy that designed that long range directional mike I was using this afternoon also designed a baccarat shoe that reads the next card in the deck and tells me so that I can decide my next move. Luckily it's impossible to win every hand so it is less likely to draw attention if I lose a few. What concerns me is that we were seen on the roof this afternoon, I can understand that someone might have spotted us while we were listening because we would have been higher than the parapet, but how did they know that you and I were. . . . you know?"

"I don't know, but I hope they enjoyed it because I did." She reached across and rested her had dangerously close to my cock. "I've been thinking, Gardner isn't likely to do anything silly tonight so we don't really need to do anything other than find out where he's staying, what do you say we find out and then go back to my hotel and continue on with what we started this afternoon?"

"Suits me."

"Gee don't get all excited on me will you."

"Sorry, just that this is all moving a little fast don't you think? Not that I'm complaining, but where do you think this is heading?"

"Right now the destination's not important, it's the ride, we'll decide what happens when we get there."

"It works for me."

"I thought it might." Gardner's limo had pulled up out front of a villa and he got out, waved to the driver as it moved off and went inside.

We swung by the casino and Ivana retrieved her car and I followed her to her hotel. It took all of her king sized bed to contain our enthusiasm for each other and an hour after entering into the spirit of the occasion we were coming down from our individual and collective orgasms, I was concentrating on her soft lips and she was telling me that she had decided that she had just about enough of this whole thing when I felt someone tapping me on the shoulder with the barrel of a silenced pistol. "The boss wants to see you, both of you." It wasn't an invitation, it was an order.

"Don't you guys ever fucking knock." I rolled away from Ivana and looked into the face of the meanest, ugliest looking man I'd ever seen. Now wasn't to be the time for heroics so I slid out of bed and scrambled into my tux. Ivana got out on her side and reached for her clothes, the goon paid no attention to her which meant that he either was following orders without distraction or he was gay, whatever it was I could see that there was no way that we were going to fight our way out of this situation. The next thought was; who was his boss?




The Spy who Fucked Me



We weren't kept waiting for very long, we were led to the basement car park and to a large van. Our escort slid open the side door and we were ushered inside into what was a small office complete with a desk, three chairs, one occupied, and a computer. "My dear, why don't you sit down and tell me what you are doing consorting with this man?"

"I found him on the roof when I went up to keep an eye on the party onboard the yacht, by the way he's got an interesting bit of equipment and if we ask him nicely he might be willing to let us borrow it in future. Getting back to why we're working this together is that we're both working towards the same goal but coming at it from different directions. He's more interested in the buyers and their sources of funds while we're interested in getting the weapons back. If we were to pool our resources we might be able to achieve both goals instead of one."

"So, being the ever resourceful agent you decided to entice him into helping you?"

"He didn't take much enticing." There was a smug look on her face.

"I didn't see you complaining." I said huffily.

"Now, now children we don't want a lovers' spat here just when things were going so well between the two of you." He chuckled to himself, "It was certainly entertaining I'll give you that."

We looked at each other and the realisation dawned on us; her room had hidden cameras and we were too involved to check on it. "I hope that you'll give us a copy, we might need to critique it to see if we can improve our performance." I smiled at Ivana to let her know that I didn't think that our performance was in any way lacking. The look that she gave in return told me that she was perfectly satisfied with my efforts to date but needed further evaluation before giving final approval.

"Let me remind the pair of you that you are here to work not to further the reputation, erroneous as it is, that people in your profession go around fucking each other and occasionally do something to earn the exorbitant salary that we pay you. What exactly have you been doing between your sexual encounters?"

"We went to the casino last night knowing that Gardner would be there playing baccarat so Patrick here did his best 007 impersonation, and with the help of a conveniently substituted trick shoe, beat him at the tables and now he, having lost the money that he was going to use to buy the weapons, which I believe to be 500 Steggern machine pistols, not something that cowboys like him and his crew should be let loose with, is going to have to raise the money some other way and our best guess is that he'll steal it from the Mexican. Now whether we allow him to do that and then take it off him again or warn the Mexican's and sit back and watch the bloodbath, we haven't decided yet. Some direction from you might be in order."

"Do we know where the weapons are stored?"

"Yes, they're ready for shipment to whoever buys them."

"What if we allow the Mexican to buy them and then hijack the shipment before he can get his hands on them?"

"It sounds good to me." I told them. "If we do it right then the blame will fall on Gardner."

"Not such a good idea, he's useful to us it's just that we don't want him to get his hands on that type of weapon because if he does our Homeland Security will not be safe despite what he has told the Pentagon."

"What about the DRC, we don't want them to get the weapons either." Ivana said.

"No we don't, steps will have to be taken to ensure that they aren't in a position to buy, any thoughts?"

"What if they lose the diamonds?" I was thinking ahead, I wanted to retire from this world but I needed enough money so that I could disappear and not have to surface again to get more. I also thought that Ivana would be a pleasant companion in my retirement, I'll have to see how she stands with that before I make a decision, but a bag of diamonds would come in handy. I looked at her and could see that she was having similar thoughts.

We were taken back to her hotel. "I was thinking. . . ." I began but she put her finger on my lips to stop me.

"Before you say anything, I know what you're thinking, you went to get out of this game, you're sick of risking life and limb for the miserable pittance we're paid and, along with your winnings from last night and those diamonds, you will have enough to retire in some remote location but you don't want to do it on your own, and," she paused for a second or two, "you were thinking that I might be willing to go along with you into retirement." She looked at me. "I've known you for a long time through your dossier, but I've only really known you for a day, and if you think that I'm going to give up this glamorous lifestyle to swan around on some tropical island in the middle of nowhere then," There was a strange look in her eye, "count me in." She launched herself at me, her lips locking onto mine and pushing me back onto her bed, our bed. 

Our love making seemed to have no middle ground, it was either full on hardcore animal lust or gentle drawn out sensual love and I loved both kinds, on one hand we got a good physical workout, the equivalent of a half marathon while on the other hand we got an emotional workout, all our senses were in play and with each gentle touch, each caress, each kiss, our love for each other was on display for us to see, and those guys watching the video. I missed a beat when that thought crossed my mind and she looked at me. "What's the matter?"

"The video camera, don't you think that we should do something about that?"

"Fuck the video camera, I don't care who knows that you and I love to fuck," then in little more than a whisper, "I don't care who knows that I love you."

While we were entertaining the voyeurs monitoring us there was a lot happening. It appears that Farley Gardner was in it up to his neck, he had failed in his role as negotiator and bagman for Securicorp, not the CEO as we had been led to believe and the CEO was not a happy camper. During the early hours of the morning before most people were even thinking of getting out of bed, some to go home, an unmarked Gulfstream V left Monaco destined for Los Angeles via Apia in Western Samoa. Somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean is a fly speck of an island and the flight plan included a low level fly-over of this small island, nothing untoward there, but as the plane approached the island the pilot observed a fishing boat cruising in large circles just offshore, its crew dumping stuff overboard. The stuff was lumps of pig meat including the offal and the reason for this activity could be witnessed by the swarm of tiger sharks feeding on the banquet. "You're a disappointment to us Farley, we trusted you with a simple task, go to Monaco and use the money that we had given you and buy us some guns, but no, you had to go to the casino and lose the lot, and do you know what disappointments us most of all? You didn't realise that the shoe was fixed and you were never meant to win."

"But how can the shoe have been fixed?"

"The man that you were playing against just seemed to have this uncanny knack of knowing exactly when to take an extra card. It was almost as if he knew what the next card in the shoe was because do you know what? He did know! But you didn't pick that did you? You made the same mistake that most gambling addicts make, you were waiting for your luck to change, but it never did." As the plane flew at around five hundred feet over the activity on the water the door slid open and a pink bundle dropped from it to join the pig meat as the main course. The naked Farley Gardner hit the water with a large splash and after the sharks had dined on him there was no trace that he ever existed.

The plane landed at Apia and taxied to a hangar where the plain white decal was peeled from the fuselage revealing the Securicorp logo and another was peeled off revealing different registration numbers. A different flight plan had been filed for this re-badged aircraft and it continued its flight to LAX.

Expecting an early move from him we were seated in Ivana's Volvo outside his rented house at 8:00 in the morning and so was Neeson. At 8:30 a conference was called. "I'm concerned, Gardner hasn't shown as planned at 7:30 to hand over his money."

"That could be because he no longer has the money." I told him.

"Don't tell me that you stole it from him and were here waiting to see what his next move was going to be."

"Partly right, I didn't steal the money, I won it fair and square. The rest of your theory is correct, we were here to see what he's going to do next. Our money's on him stealing it from Ortiz."

"I hope not because he was the next highest bidder." 

While we were standing around outside a car from the rental agency pulled up and the agent got out, followed by a couple. He walked them to the door and ushered them inside.

"This is interesting." We all went inside to be told to wait by the agent. When he had finished showing the couple around he left them in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. 

"Please how may I help you, are you interested in this property?" He asked.

"No, we are actually interested in the man who rented this property previously, we had an appointment with him here at 8:00 this morning and it doesn't appear as if he is at home."

"I do not understand you, this property has been vacant for the past month undergoing renovations, there has been no-one living here in that time."

The next three days were a pleasant diversion for us, we hired a sailing boat and spent time sailing along the coast and not sailing along the coast, just moored somewhere while we pleased each other. Neeson had told us that he would only consider Mbuto's (the agent for the DRC) offer of diamonds if he could produce a valuation certificate from a recognised diamond merchant and this was going to take at least three days. I got to find out more about Ivana in that time than I've ever got to know about any woman and what I found out made me more determined that she should be with me well into my future.

In between making love we made plans. The best way to get what we wanted was to have the Mexicans get it for us and then take it from them, so we let them know that the DRC's bag of uncut diamonds was worth much more than at first thought and that they, the Mexican's were out of the running for the weapons. Predictably they were waiting to hijack the diamonds as Mbuto left his hotel with only one bodyguard. As his car turned onto the road leading to the marina the Mexican's struck. A car pulled in front of Mbuto's car and three heavily armed men jumped out and began to spray bullets all over the front of the approaching car.

That should have been the end of it but we'd also told Mbuto that the Mexican's planned to hijack them and even told them where they'd be waiting and he had his security men waiting a little further down the road. As the Mexicans opened fire a car came screeching around the corner and several men began spraying the Mexicans with small arms fire. Over the chatter of machine pistols could be heard the sirens of approaching police cars and personal safety took over the minds of the combatants and in their haste to leave the scene the diamonds were forgotten. No-one took any notice of the young couple who just happened on the scene moments before the police so they didn't see the young woman reach into Mbuto's car and removed the briefcase containing the diamonds.

"I think that we'd better leave them to it." I said. "This will keep the police occupied for some time and we maybe shouldn't be a part of their investigation." We walked casually back to Ivana's car and drove back to her hotel. As expected there was a reception committee waiting for us as we drove into the car park telling the other reception committee inside the hotel that we'd arrived and to be ready for us. After several minutes the internal reception committee was on the radio to the external committee. "I thought you said that they'd arrived back, where the fuck are they?"

"They drove in three minutes ago and unless they're fucking in the elevator they should be there by now."

"Has any car left in that time?"

"A couple, why?"

"One of them wouldn't happen to have been a black Citroen C3 would it?"

"Yeah, it drove past a few minutes ago with a couple of old dudes inside, why?"

"Get after it, that's his car!"

A couple of minutes after they raced off after the innocent elderly couple we drove leisurely out of the car park in our black Citroen C3, but we were seen. Neeson had been standing at the window looking down on the street and had seen the first Citroen leave followed by his men and then he saw the second Citroen (us) leave and head in the opposite direction. "Stop!"

"What now?"

"The bastards have tricked us! Turn around and head back the opposite way and you'd better get a move on I don't want to lose those diamonds!"

We were now being followed but the agile little Citroen zipped in and out of the traffic and slid around tight corners until we reached the motorway and headed for the Swiss border. Any thoughts of our pursuers catching us were dispelled as we had a higher top speed than they did. Their next move was predictable and a helicopter was following us, it was now time to put our escape plan into action. I pressed a button on the console and alerted our reception committee of our impending arrival. As we entered the tunnel well ahead of out tail we approached a semi trailer that had an enclosed trailer. We were some fifty metres behind it when the doors at the back lifted and a couple of ramps slid out from under the tray. 

"You're not going to do what I think you're going to do?" Ivana was a little apprehensive. "I know that this is the kind of thing that your hero James Bond would do but that's all done by stunt men with years of practise helped along by computer graphics."

"I don't know, it worked in the Italian Job, the original one that is." I was concentrating on lining the car up with the ramps and getting ready to hit the brakes as soon as we got to the top of the ramps, after all it would spoil years of practise and self denial if I were to overshoot and end up in the cab of the prime mover. I gunned the car and drove up the ramps and stopped in the middle of the trailer. It worked, with a sigh of relief I looked at her as she pried her fingers from the grab handle. "Stay put, we'll need to stay here until we get the signal and then we can get out and stretch our legs. We have to assume that when we don't come out the other end of the tunnel and ahead of our tail they'll eventually put two and two together and come up with a large truck. Now the chopper will most likely be fitted with a thermal imaging camera and they'll expect that any heat will show us up."

"But what about the motor?" Ivana asked.

"Ah that's the smart part. This is a refrigerated trailer, or at least most of it is. It doesn't have the normal refrigeration unit but what they do is to seal the trailer and pump liquid nitrogen into the void, this expels the air and keeps the produce cold and oxygen free. We will soon be completely surrounded by nitrogen gas at a very low temperature so the heat of the motor or exhaust will not be picked up. We also have to assume that we will eventually be stopped and the trailer searched, all that will be found are pallets of fresh fruit for the markets of northern Europe, all nicely kept at a low temperature to avoid spoilage and premature ripening."

"But if we're surrounded by nitrogen gas won't we eventually run out of air if we're here for long enough?"

"No, we've thought of that as well, we have a supply of air coming into this compartment so there's no chance of us running out."

"Not even if we use up more air with vigorous exercise, I mean what else is there to do while we wait to be released from this prison?" To emphasise her plan she reached for my cock, which, at the mere mention of more sex had begun to rise to the occasion.

"Wait." I took her hand and tried to take it off him but she wasn't to be denied. "Look Ivana, darling, I love you dearly and the sex has been great, better than great, but given my plans to get out of this game I've decided that I'm now more interested in a relationship based on love, not just sex. I want to be sure that this has that basis."

"Sounds like you're having second thoughts about us, I thought that I made it clear that I'm willing to retire with you and go anywhere you want."

"I want us to be sure that it is what we want for the rest of our lives."

"Are you sure that there isn't something else bothering you like your relationship with your boss's secretary, what's her name, Penny Sterling, I hear that she's madly in love with you and the reason that your previous liaisons didn't last is that you are in love with her. Do I have to fight her to get you?"

"While I love Penny it's a platonic love, we just flirt outrageously whenever we get the chance and, except for one time, it has never been more than that. She understands that the job comes first."

"But if you're no longer in the job how long do you think that it will take her to make her move?"

"That is why I want to be convinced that this thing that we have is the real deal. Convince me, please."

She kissed me, a soft, long and lingering kiss that had in it more emotion than any of the full-on lust driven kisses that we'd exchanged over the past few days. Her hand stayed right away from my cock, instead her fingers gently touched my face. "I don't get turned on by designer stubble so the first thing you're going to do when we get to where we're going is to have a shave, I don't want a beard rash on either sets of lips." She whispered before returning to her kissing. I have to admit I was getting more turned on by her now than I had ever done before.

If it had been a normal car we could have laid the seats back and been relatively comfortable but the racing seats did not lay back so we were uncomfortable, not that we noticed, our time was spent kissing each other and trying to decide where we would like to spend the rest of our lives. The South Pacific won out, which was just as well because arrangements were already being made.

The truck was stopped twice. The first time was just to check the paperwork but the second time was a little different. "We need to inspect your load. Would you get out of the cabin and open up so that we can inspect it."

"But officer, if I open up the nitrogen gas will escape and I do not carry extra gas and by the time I either arrange for more gas or get to the market the produce will have spoiled. If I lose this load I lose a considerable amount of money, so too will the farmers who are relying on me to deliver this load. To lose a load such as this will mean that they will starve. You can see that the contents are all listed, there are twelve pallets of peaches, twelve of apricots, the same of apples and pears and plums. Most of these will be spoiled if I release the gas and the only way that I will do that is if your government will compensate me and the farmers for any losses."

There was a hurried consultation between the officer and Neeson. "But if we demand that he open up without that guarantee he'll know that we aren't genuine police and drive off."

"Okay let him go, but follow him I want him in your sights until he unloads."

"Yes sir." He walked back to the truck. "You may proceed."

The truck had been moving again for some five minutes when we got the signal that we could get out of the car for the time being. It was a relief to be standing, I don't know how race drivers manage seated in those seats for long periods of time, even the floor felt better, but then it wasn't my back that was pressed against it, at least not all of the time.




The Spy who Fucked Me



We heard the driver down shift as he turned off the main road into a side street. The truck stopped and we heard the rear doors open and knew it was time to go. The driver that had followed us sat in his car and watched as the truck reversed into a loading dock and stopped and a fork truck begin to unload. The first four pallets were stacked either side of the truck, one on top of another, so that he didn't see anything other than the mast of the fork as it reversed away with two pallets and he certainly didn't see the Citroen as it reversed out of the trailer and followed it down the narrow passageway between the stacked pallets.

A cargo plane waited for us at the airport and I drove straight up the ramp and into its bowels. "Welcome back James." I was greeted by a tall, slim blonde with a clipboard in her hand. "And you must be Ivana, the woman who has broken my heart."

Ivana was just about to call me all manner of bastards but I got in first. "Don't let her upset you Darling, she doesn't mean it, in fact of the two of us she's more interested in you."

"What! Do you mean that for the last several days I've been worrying over nothing?"

"I wouldn't say that, she might make a move on you."

"She can forget that for a start."

"Children, stop that. Now down to business, I have tickets for the both of you to Rarotonga via Kuala Lumpa, Brisbane and Auckland. You'll be travelling as Mr and Mrs Charles Windsor, and no, Ivana your name isn't Camilla, here are your passports and tickets. You will be staying on a small island but you don't get away from us that easily, we've had a satellite link installed."

"She called you James?" Ivana looked at me. "Why did she call you James?"

"My dear, he's the last in a long list of James Bonds, let's face it. If he were the real, original James Bond then he'd be what, seventy years old. When we need a James Bond we pick one of our agents and he gets the glory for a time, much the same as Penny Sterling, the original was pensioned off ages ago. Before I forget James, your Walther please." She held out her hand and I gave her my pistol. 

The plane landed at the Valley airbase on Anglesey and we transferred to another plane for the rest of our flight to freedom.

"You really had me fooled, you're James Bond after all."

"No I'm not, I'm just someone acting the part for a short time, there's never been anyone who could do it for any length of time, the stress, as you know, is a killer, as well as the knowledge of how many have died because of you and the realisation that it's all been for nothing, the world just doesn't change. I had hoped that I could make some difference, I wanted to make a difference, which is why I did what I did."

"What did you do?"

"Please don't get angry with me. Those diamonds, they were dragged from the ground by underpaid workers living in appalling conditions and were being used to buy weapons that would keep them in appalling conditions. They have little food and disgusting sanitary conditions, disease is endemic, medical care is non-existent, as is education. I wanted to use those diamonds to make a difference to those people, their government doesn't care, in fact they encourage that situation because it gives them a greater level of control. What I'm trying to tell you is that I gave the diamonds to Penny with strict instructions that they be delivered to 'Medicines sans Frontieres' so that they can be used to provide urgent medical attention to the peoples of the Third World." 

"Oh Patrick, or is it James, or is it something else, not Charles I hope, you are something else again, just when I was beginning to believe that I didn't really know you, you go and do this thing that makes me want to know you better." She kissed me with a passion the like of which I had not yet experienced. She took her lips from mine and rested her head on my chest and I could feel her tears soaking through my shirt. "I loved you as a hard-nosed spy, you excited me like no other man, then you go and do this, and now you are more perfect than any man that I've ever known. Kiss me, and make love to me like I'm a normal woman and not some spy who's a temporary diversion."



The Spy Who Fucked Me



Nadja Vladimirovna Petrova saw her target enter the office and her heart fluttered in her chest. He was handsome, like the photos in his file, but seemed much taller and more muscular than she had imagined. Seeing a man in a photograph is much different than seeing him in real life, no matter how accurate the photo. 

She schooled herself and began the mental exercises she had mastered over the years which allowed her to control her physical reactions to what were usually unconscious responses. Before he finished approaching her desk she was in a positive, neutral frame of mind and ready to "meet" him for the first time. 

"Good afternoon sir, may I help you?"

"Well I certainly hope so. A lady as lovely as yourself could be most useful." He smiled and his craggy masculine face softened and she allowed herself to feel lust bloom inside. She was very adept at looking flustered and embarrassed. It was one of her specialties. 

It seemed to work, because his smile broadened and his pupils dilated. 

His eyes scanned her face and body taking in her fine, long blond hair, her green eyes and fined boned symmetrical face. Nadja was beautiful, that was why she had been chosen for this mission. Her face and body were sculpted perfection, her 5'7" frame lithe, nubile and toned, with just enough flesh to keep her from looking too skinny. 

"I'm here to see Mr. Blowfield." He winked at her audaciously. She made herself blush and check her hair quickly, autonomic responses for females when aroused. She looked away at her book and then back quickly letting him see her being flustered and pleased with his attention. 

"You must be Mr. Fischer." Fiddling with her pen she pretended to be nervous while actually taking photographs of him. 

"I must be." He agreed. His suit was impeccable, his hair perfect and his body language utterly casual, no hint that he was a spy here to pry for information from her employer. His file said he was an incorrigible flirt, and he had a history of extracting information from females. Often they had gone out of their way to aid him in escaping death, or supplying him with information. He was cocksure and arrogant, so she was the bait to trap him once and for all. 

So far it seemed to be working. 

"I'll tell him you are here." She spoke in an excellent French accent, hiding her natural Russian, and as she spoke into the phone telling Mr. Blowfield his appointment was here she glanced up and down at her target flirting with him as subtly as she could. 

"He will see you right away, Mr. Fischer. Do you care for any refreshments?" 

"Depends on what's on the menu?" He spoke dryly, just the slightest hint of sexual innuendo, and she allowed herself to receive the implication of his offer. 

"We can get anything you desire, given some, very few limitations due to time and convenience." She looked him square in the eye as she spoke, then glanced away quickly right at the end. Then back. She was playing the game as best she could and he loved it. 

"Martini. Shaken, not stirred." Then she opened the door for him and he brushed against her as he passed. Just the lightest of touches and she shuddered and let him feel her slight tremble. 

Then he was inside and she left alone. 

While she prepared his drink, as requested, she couldn't hep anticipating the next phase of the plot, which in turn took her mind back to the beginning of this life. The life of espionage. 

As a young girl in the Soviet Union, she and all children were screened for aptitudes in various skills that would bring glory to the Republic. Initially she showed promise in dance and so for three years, from five until eight she was sculpted as a ballerina. When she fell behind in those skills it was noticed she had a flare for acting and from nine until sixteen was trained in the dramatic arts. 

At some point a member of the KGB saw her perform and pulled her out of her theatrical company and for one month she was assessed rigorously in a series of bewildering tests she had no idea the outcome of. 

When she was done, drained and mentally exhausted, she was informed that she was being enrolled in the KGB. 

Her life felt torn from her. For eleven years she had imagined a life of public adoration and accomplishment, and now she was informed she would be invisible, unseen and unknown. It broke her heart. 

She was taken to a remote training facility in Siberia where she found herself in a dorm with fifty other girls aged sixteen to twenty. The fifteen or so other girls who had just arrived were all tearful and scared, but the older girls made them welcome and within days friendships formed and Nadja, for one, eased into this new life. 

Then she had begun her training in weapons, martial arts and controlling her emotions and reactions. Nadja loved this work. The lack of public affirmation was worth the power and confidence these new skills brought out in her. 

For two years she was rigorously molded into a perfect weapon. Starting her training with the other girls they had learned how to fight and use weapons. Then they were introduced to the one hundred or so young men in the facility and the training began again with the new differences in weight height and strength. 

Then her spy training had taken a turn. 

The week after her eighteenth birthday Nadja began her most difficult and specialized training of all. 

The art of seduction. 

The KGB were well aware of her lack of sexual experience, they had been watching her night and day for years. They had been counting on it. 

Now she was initiated into the world of sexual espionage. 

Nadja was told to masturbate and explore her passions. She was ordered to explore the things that made her most aroused and to bring herself to orgasm as often as possible. She was given every type of pornography to read, or watch or look at. 

For the first time in her life she was indulged and pampered. She was given hours of the day to herself to pursue her sexual awakening. When she wasn't pleasuring herself, which she found wonderful and delightful, she was taught to do her hair and make-up and given clothes to try on in the hopes of finding the very best ways to show off her body. 

Nadja was a toned athletic woman; her training had given her lean, long muscles and a fit hollowed look. Now that she was ready they fed her more and plumped her up a bit. For over a year she was taught how to walk, to talk and to move in the most seductive ways. She still trained at weapons and hand to hand combat, but now she was given elocution lessons and taught accents as well as grooming and poise. 

Yet her ongoing quest for the richest inner sexual life was beginning to wear on her. She found herself constantly getting aroused as she worked closely with her male contemporaries. Her sexual appetite grew enormous and she wanted nothing more than to consummate her desires. 

As her nineteenth birthday came and went she was taught to control her passions. 

Nadja was shown methods of meditation that enabled her to swallow her lust and transform it into a cold deadly focus. She was taught to expose her sexual desire in a cold clinical environment, ordered to masturbate in a classroom full of other trainees, a scientific lab and other random within the secret KGB workstation. 

There were numerous high ranking agents there witnessing her embarrassing displays. Before long she was able to reach a full state of arousal and even achieve orgasm in these public performances. Then she was taught to turn her arousal on and off in faster and faster cycles. 

By the end of her nineteenth year she could climax in seconds, or utterly shut off her sexual response in a fraction of that time.

At the age of twenty she was finally allowed to take a lover, but it was not a lover in the same sense any other young person would experience. She was paired with another young male agent and they were told to make love. They were placed in a room that had a large bed in the middle and there scientist and army officers observed them as they had their first sexual encounter.

The two young agents were both virgins and as the lights dimmed in the strange bedroom, the people behind glass merely said "You may begin." 

Nadja turned to her lover, a young man she hardly knew other than a face in the crowd, and they reached for each other and began to kiss. In moments it became passionate as they allowed their bodies, and the years of pent up sexual energy to swell. 

He was a handsome man, well built, his body hard and toned from years of training, the same as herself. As the kissed their hands began to roam around each other's sculpted bodies, exploring, hungry to at long last be feeling flesh in ways not designed for combat. 

And yet Nadja was aware that this too was part of her training for exactly that. Combat. 

When his hands found her breasts Nadja sighed and felt tension seep from her body. She relaxed against him, softening, urging him to continue. In these subtle ways she lured him into making love to her the way she wanted this first time to be. Gentle, caring and compassionate. 

That was the plan she had worked out with her trainer. 

Her lover began to kiss her neck and Nadja felt tingles all up and down her body as his lips and tongue tasted the length of her neck, her nipples ached to receive the same treatment. 

The man's hands caressed her breasts and then one went lower and began to massage her buttocks, pulling her sex to his. When Nadja felt his hardness pressed to her groove she almost lost her focus. Suddenly she felt more of a woman and less a soldier. 

Pressing her sex to meet his thrust she grew warm and wet, her body opening for him even though they were still clothed. 

Those clothes, t-shirts and army pants, suddenly felt more restrictive than anything she had ever worn. She reached for his shirt and began to pull it over his head eager to see his chest, to taste his skin. 

Even before his shirt was over his head she was licking and kissing his rock hard abdomen, running her hands over his pectoral muscles and groping the meat of his chest. There was a mania to her actions that she was hard pressed to control. She felt the need for more contact with him, she needed to taste his flesh, to imbibe his smell and flavour and while he finished pulling off his shirt and then to remove her own she kissed and licked him all over the chest and stomach. 

Pausing to let her shirt pass over her face she passively allowed him to strip her torso and then resume her exploration of his body with her mouth and hands. 

When he removed her bra and exposed her compact breasts the air felt wonderful on her aching nipples. His hands pried her head from his chest and he lifted her face to kiss her mouth, their tongues grappling with each other, eager for stimulation. 

Then his hands crushed her breasts flat to her chest and he laid his palm across her mounds , rubbing his palm on her sensitive nipples, she moaned into his mouth signaling her delight at being manhandled like this. 

Then it was his turn to taste her flesh. His mouth moved down her neck and across her chest to her breasts. He moved quickly, licking and kissing her, but it took far too long before he had a nipple in his mouth and was sending electric pleasure arcing along her nerves. 

After months and years of thinking about sex, imagining what it would be like, pleasuring herself in anticipation of this moment none of it prepared her for how good it actually felt to be here with another person. 

Her skin warmed and every sensation was silky and special. She wanted to feel everything fully and take her time analyzing how it all felt, but in equal measure she wanted it to be faster, she wanted him inside her now, driving inward and filling her. She had never had anything bigger than her fingers inside her body but she ached for his never-seen penis in a way that went far deeper in her mind and body than any of her imaginings could have foretold. 

As her lover moved his mouth back and forth from breast to breast she tangled her fingers in his hair and held tightly, torn between wanting him to stay there forever creating the tingling pleasure she felt and the compulsion to move his head lower to find out what else his mouth could do. 

When he did move his mouth lower kissing down her taut stomach Nadja gasped for air, her body releasing tension as she was released from the tight grip of her lust. She slowed her breathing and eased into accepting this bliss, letting it flow through her rather than crush her. 

When he began to undo her pants Nadja suddenly felt embarrassed. For years she had been seen naked by many people, observed in every intimate detail of her life, but suddenly she was shy about being exposed before this man. Somehow his opinion of her body matter more than anyone else's ever had. 

She allowed him to remove her pants, but she stopped him when he went to remove her panties. She reached or his pants and when he realized what she was doing he stood still and allowed her to take them off. 

As she lowered his uniform she was mesmerized by his erection straining against the material of his boxers. Her face was less than a foot from it and it filled her view spectacularly. As he stepped out of his trousers and adjusted his stance his cock came even closer to her face. 

Without thought she reached out and took hold of it through his underwear. It seemed enormous to her, it filled her hands and radiated heat to her chilled palm. She stared at the way her hand looked filled with manhood. Its length was greater than the height of her hand and as she wrapped her fingers around it as far as his boxers would allow. Nadja was stunned to realize that her fingers would likely not be able to reach all the way around him. 

Needing to see it she pulled down his underwear. 

Seeing a live erection for the first time was both thrilling and oddly mundane. It looked exactly like all the photos and videos she had seen, but this one was for her. She held the shaft and felt the amazing nature of the soft skin and heat. The rigid musculature underneath the silky skin was sending signals to her body making her tremble with desire. 

Squatting in front of her training partner she gazed at his cock and stroked her hand up and down the length of him, mesmerized by his penis and all the subtle ways it reacted to her touch. Then after a few moments of exploration and discovering that her partner was also enraptured by her touch, she gathered the courage to begin licking him. 

Taking her tongue and letting saliva gather on it she lapped at his head and tasted a man's cock for the first time. It did taste differently from the rest of his skin in subtle ways and felt very nice on her tongue. Allowing her mouth to kiss his tip she kissed and licked him daintily all around the head and then moved her mouth along his shaft. 

The intoxicating combination of sensation on her lips and the reactions she was getting from him made her squirm with pleasure. She was driving him wild by using her mouth on him. His hips quivered and bucked periodically as he tried not to thrust himself into her mouth deeper. 

Understanding things were heating up for both of them Nadja opened wider and let him move past her lips and into her mouth. 

Running her lips along the length of his shaft taking him into her depths she bobbed her head over him and enjoyed the sordid feeling of having him fuck her face. Focusing on the first three or so inches of his pole she slipped her wet embrace over his tip and the glans under the head and varied her pressure experimentally. 

Nadja found that her lover enjoyed a faster pace and more suction and so she did that for a while to see what happened. 

His breath grew shallow and faster. His hips bucked rhythmically and he reached down and took hold of her head almost but not quite taking control of the action. 

Nadja opened wider and allowed more of him within on the in-stroke. She enjoyed being passive and allowing him to do the work and while she lapped and sucked on his member he humped in and out of her mouth and moaned his pleasure.

They were both aware of what the result of this was going to be and as she sensed he might actually be approaching climax she began to anticipate tasting his sperm. In the videos she had seen the woman seemed to enjoy the taste of cum a great deal so she began to grope his balls and stroke his shaft as it entered her mouth eager to taste his jism. 

Before long Nadja felt her lover tense, his entire body grow rigid, his penis swelling in her mouth. His balls retracted and then his warm cum spurted into her mouth. The shot had far more velocity than she had anticipated and she flinched but held her mouth over him. Then more spurts shot into her mouth and she tasted sperm for the first time. 

There was no way she could describe the taste accurately, the special chemical flavour both natural and foreign at once. Allowing her tongue to roam over his knob as she swirled the viscous fluid around in her mouth Nadja savored the tang of his cum trying to understand the flavour she now experienced. 

Her lover grew too sensitive to her explorations and pulled his cock from her grasping mouth leaving her to fully sample his sperm. 

He removed his underwear completely and sat on the bed catching his breath. Nadja looked at him, enjoying the view of his sexy body while swallowing his cum and finding she quite enjoyed the strange taste of it.

He reached for her and Nadja rose and climbed onto the bed as well. 

Her lover kissed her breasts some more and then, his intention clear, he pressed her down and licked and kissed down her stomach to her pants. He then stripped her of her clothing and exposed her well-trimmed, sopping wet sex to his hungry gaze. 

Prying her legs apart her lover lowered his face to her vulva and began to lick her all over, exploring her folds of flesh and then shocking her when his mouth finally found her clitoris. 

His soft wet mouth was nothing like her fingers and she was thrilled by the sensation of his tongue lapping at her slick opening. As he sucked her nether lips into his mouth and slid his lips over her she lifted her hips and twisted and writhed trying to get his mouth where she wanted it, or away from too intense and intimate a sensation.

It was glorious. 

After a few moments she felt the beginning tingle of an orgasm. In her mind she considered whether she wanted to continue this experience or if she wanted to hurry up and take him inside. 

Just pondering being penetrated made her body shudder with need so Nadja allowed her years of training to push her orgasm to the forefront. She embraced her pleasure whole-heartedly as she climaxed from another person's attention for the first time in her life. 

It was glorious. Easily the best orgasm she had ever felt. Her body trembled and she burned under his mouth, each lick a delightful torment. She felt just then that she had the best job in the world. 

When her climax subsided she reached for her lover's head and pulled him from between her legs and kissed his mouth. This unnamed man had just given her a gift and she happily kissed him tasting herself on his mouth. 

His body draped across her intimately she felt his erection press into her leg and she squirmed until she could wrap her legs around his hips and feel him pressed against her opening. 

"Now." She whispered and he maneuvered so that he was aimed at her slippery juncture. He took hold of his cock and pointed it at her pussy, then he slipped the head of his cock along the groove of her sex teasing her unwittingly as he tried to find the way inside. 

Gently Nadja moved her hips until she felt him in the right place and he popped inside her opening. They both froze at the new sensation. 




The Spy Who Fucked Me



Then after a meaningful moment of eye contact he pressed inside her and she felt pried open by him. Her body had to stretch to allow him inside and Nadja relaxed her inner tension as her vagina was filled by him. 

The heat and wetness allowed him easy access to her inner depths, her hymen long ago broken by her strenuous activities. As he eased inside her body she shuddered with the utter pleasure of being filled by another human being. 

Once he had completely entered her they gazed at each other overwhelmed by the joy of it. She lifted her head and kissed him and they began to kiss as passionately while he slowly eased himself in and out of her soaking wetness. 

Time had no meaning as they moved together, two supremely fit people trained to both explore their own pleasure and to be highly sensitive to another's state of being. It made for amazing sex even for novices such as they. 

Nadja relished the feel of his cock sipping in and out of her, and as she groped and kissed him her being felt alive in a way she had never experienced before. Every nerve seemed alive and she couldn't stop touching him to feel more and more sensation. Her hands roamed over his shoulders, chest and back, she groped his ass as it flexed and clenched while driving his sweet cock deep inside her. 

He in turn grasped at her breasts and kissed her face, neck and shoulders. Every-so-often they would make eye contact and smile with sheer delight at what they were doing. 

Then once more Nadja felt an orgasm swelling within her body, the tingle of her clitoris and the hunger of her womb over-riding the simpler pleasures of her body. She now had need. The need to climax, to draw from him his seed. 

More insistently she bucked beneath him and urged him to fuck her harder and faster. Sensing the change he did as she impelled and soon they were grunting and gasping as they both drove toward climax. 

Getting there first Nadja held back the tide of bliss and waited for her lover. The moment Nada felt him tense and his cock swell inside her grip she released her hold on her orgasm and cried out her passion. Inside she felt the flush of her release and the hot flow of his sperm coat her insides. 

Arching her back she strained to contain the amazing feeling of being filled by his jism while her body slavered to devour him, her pussy clenching tightly, clinging to him, milking him for his precious seed. 

On and on her climax ravished her senses, her mind flayed by pure delight. Her body shuddered and every muscle grew taut with need as she clung to him holding him inside trying to receive every single drop of cum from him. 

When at last her pleasure eased back enough to allow her control of her body once more Nadja dropped to the bed spent, and her partner fell across her damp torso as they lay gasping chest to chest, his face buried in her neck. 

Far too soon the lights went on in the room and scientist approached and began to place sensors on them and monitor their body functions. 

It was a shock to Nadja to be ripped from his embrace, but they grinned at each other as the swarms of officials began to ask questions and probe their bodies. 

Once all the measurements were taken the two lovers were whisked away to their separate dorms and dressed. 

Nadja was told she had failed in her objective, that the sex had been unfettered and far more heated than she had been told to do. They reminded her that she was supposed to lead the exchange not allow him to take over so much. Nadja was ashamed, but then they told her she had been expected to fail. 

"Now your training will begin in earnest. We will teach you how to pleasure a man. You will be shown every trick humankind has learned in millennia of experimentation with sex. After we are done with you no man will be able to resist the pleasure you will provide. No matter what type of sex he enjoys."

Nadja banished the memory as she entered her superior's office and brought her current target his martini. 

The men broke off their conversation as she entered. Nadja moved gracefully across the floor to Mr. Fischer's side and handing him his drink. Her higher ups in the organization, which was no longer the KGB, had studied what was known of the women this man found most appealing, including his late wife, and she had been deemed the most likely type to attract his attention. 

She had practiced emulating the movement of those ladies that had gone before her and she had adapted her own movements to match. As she bent over him to give him the martini she saw his eyes assess the size of her bosom, which had been enhanced by a push up bra to give her greater cleavage than she otherwise would have. He liked bustier woman than she. 

"Your drink sir." She murmured.

"Everything looks perfect from here." He quipped and she blushed and straightened.

He tasted the drink and smiled in delight at the taste. 

"Excellent mix."

Nadja acted pleased and nodded to her boss and retreated out of the room. She had purposely made the drink a slight variation of the one his file said he liked best, so as to not tip her hand that she knew him. 

Back at her desk she began to grow excited at the prospect of bedding this handsome charismatic man. His file had few details of how best he enjoyed his sex, very few of the women he had slept with either lived, or were available to them for questioning.  

That was no problem however, her training was so extensive that whatever his pleasure she could achieve it. Her mind naturally went over the myriad ways she knew to please a man, her comprehensive training yeas before more than adequate to the task at hand. 

After her first lovemaking session she didn't see that man again for some time; however many other men were paired with her for detailed sessions of how to please a man. 

First she had been taught a variety of ways to kiss. For weeks she was taught various techniques in kissing and partnered with men ranging from her own age through to eighty. Her future lovers would be many and varied so she was taught how to please them all. 

Light feathery kisses, deep passionate kisses; with tongue, without tongue, sloppy and wet to dry and chaste she kissed dozens of men in all these ways. She was taught how to react to their style immediately and to engage her passion and adapt it to these various methods. 

Nadja rather enjoyed the mental discipline required to latch her own desires to those of her partner. When a man kissed her lightly and delicately she banked her passion and channeled it deeply inside so that her sex would lubricate no matter how light a touch she was given.

Inversely when a man would aggressively kiss her, hurting her mouth and biting her lips she would release her hold on her passion and let it flare out and get her wet as she either responded in kind to his painful approach or passively accepted his painful attention. 

Day after day new men were brought to her, and soon she had kissed every male in the entire facility, something like one hundred and fifty. After a month of only kissing, when asked, not one of her partners were able to state any reaction other than their belief that she enjoyed whatever style of kissing they used. She achieved perfect scores on kissing from all of them.

Next she was taught how to suck cock. 

This took an equal amount of time and for a month four hours every day she sucked cocks ranging once more from her own age to men of eighty. She was taught to take control and suck aggressively, to lay back passively and let men fuck her passive mouth; she learned how to lick any level of pressure, to suck here or there, to pleasure the testicles, to ignore them and ever variation between. 

Each man preferred his own way of being pleasured and Nadja learned how to read them all. She learned how to be terrible at it, to show a lack of experience, she learned how to be showy and confident, how to be shy and tentative. She learned to gag and hate it when that was required, and how to coax an unwilling member to life if the man was too old. 

By the end of that segment of training once again she had been with every man in the complex. She swallowed gallons of sperm and grew to love the taste of all manner of men. She was bathed in sperm as many men loved to see her face defiled by their sperm. Nadja became a connoisseur of semen and could tell how healthy or unhealthy a man was by his flavour. She could tell if he enjoyed savory or sweet foods, and whether he ate meat or was a vegetarian. 

By the months end she could pleasure any man to orgasm if he were physically capable and give even those unable to ejaculate the most pleasant of times. She achieved perfect scores from all the men she was told to pleasure. 

Then she was taught the art of giving an handjob; how to use her feet to pleasure a man, how to use her breasts to get men off, and other less common methods. 

Then she was instructed on how to copulate in a variety of styles. The entire kama sutra was made available and she studied extensively all 64 positions and she tried every one. 

She was given lovers of every size and shape to perform these acts with and she was taught how to pleasure all manner of men. Beginning with traditional pleasure seeking copulation she was taught to please men in many ways, moving easily from one style of sex to another with the same man. 

She was taught how to delay her pleasure, how to get off quickly and how to read what a man's desire was regarding her pleasure. 

The actual intercourse took months to study and by the end of the year she had mastered pleasurable intercourse with many men. 

Here her scores were not perfect, but it was noted that her thin athletic body type was not uniformly pleasing to all men. 

After she had copulated with every man in the facility and a few from outside; visiting dignitaries or KGB officers, she was taught to pleasure women. 

Starting with one of her sisters in training, a pretty girl named Elena who had arrived here the year before Nadja, she was taught how to do all that she had done to those men, adapting her knowledge to women. A woman was much more difficult to please, but Nadja found she enjoyed this nearly as much. 

Elena and Nadja were once more placed in the lab with a bed in the middle and told to make love. They started more tentatively than she had with any partner for some time, both feeling awkward in this their first lesbian encounter. 

They hugged and kissed to start, both embarrassed by their inexperience, but soon the softness of female lips compared to men's grew enticing. Nadja explored her partner's mouth and found it to be extremely pleasant kissing a woman. More physically appealing if not more mentally exciting. 

Soon their hands began to explore while their mouths teased and licked each other. Nadja groped Elena's breasts, which were slightly larger than her own and she found loved the pliant feel of the tissue, so much more yielding than a man's, even a flabby man's. 

As she kissed down Elena's neck Nadja was thrilled by the smoothness of Elena's skin and the elegant, delicate length of her neck. She missed the rough scrape of whiskers, but the softness was tremendously arousing as well. 

From moment to moment there was much more give and take between the women. Where a man was either passive or aggressive, or passively aggressive, with Elena it was a shared journey to achieve arousal and then nudity. They pealed each other's clothes off piece by piece, taking turns, neither completely leading nor following. 

When at last they were both naked they tumbled onto the bed and entwined legs and arms, kissing and licking each other and pressing their bodies together in a smooth, silky embrace. 

When she could resist no longer Nadja lowered her face to Elena's nipples and began to suck the hard points of flesh. The feeling of a larger more responsive nipple was intoxicating compared to a man's. Some men had very sensitive nipples but none as greatly so as Elena's. The power Nadja felt as Elena moaned and squirmed under Nadja's mouth was heady stuff. 

When they rolled over and Elena returned the favour Nadja discovered why her friend had been so vocal, a woman's mouth was softer and somehow more adept at evoking sounds from her. The lick and kiss of Elena's tender lips made Nadja shiver with desire. 

When the older girl moved lower and eventually placed her mouth on Nadja's sex it was all she could do not to climax immediately. First however she wanted to experience the sensation of being eaten by a female. 

Elena's attention was more focused on all round pleasure, rather than oriented on Nadja's orgasm as so many men were. Instead the older girl lavished Nadja's entire vulva with thorough attention and she soon had Nadja sighing with delight. 

At long last, when Elena focused on Nadja's clitoris, Nadja found that she was so far gone she had no will to halt her climax and she exploded in a fabulous release. Her spirit soared out of her overwrought body and her mind deluged with impulses too numerous and explosive to pin down. 

When at last she returned to herself she kissed the bringer of pleasure deeply and smiled in anticipation of doing to Elena what she had just had done to herself. 

Tasting another woman for the first time was far more intimate than she would have thought. A man's sex was well presented, obvious and aggressive, but a woman's was hidden and secret. A lover had to dive in, part her lips and search for her most sensitive part. This was invasive and after her explosive orgasm it felt rude. 

But she leaned in and pressed her mouth to that soft pucker of flesh and began to lick both the thicker outer lips and the delicate folded inner lips. 

The taste was almost a non-taste, but the hint of musk and the tang of odor, pleasant and natural gave her the sense of flavour beyond what her mouth actually tasted. 

The softness of those inner lips, flesh, but like no other flesh of the body, was seductive. They felt so fragile that one wanted to play with them, pull on them with one's own lips, to lick them and feel the stretch and give of them. 

Then Nadja licked under the tiny hood covering that precious bundle of nerves beneath. As Elena tensed and shuddered Nadja felt impossibly naughty. Her power over Elena's pleasure, the feel of the tight little bud, and the pleasure of flicking her tongue over it was wicked.

After a moment Nadja forced herself to relent and lick elsewhere other than the tiny bundle of nerves. She lowered her focus and delved into her friend's open ring of muscles leading inside her vagina. 

Poking her tongue as deeply inside as she could Nadja fucked Elena with her tongue tasting the stronger flavour of Elena's nectar now that she sampled right from the source. The trickle of fluid was slippery and delicious, like no other taste she had found. 

Using her tongue Nadja scooped the leaking spill from Elena and smeared it around the other woman's vulva with the tip of her nimble tongue. Dancing her appendage around Elena's sex Nadja drove her lover mad with delight tasting everything and teasing the spread woman pleasantly. 

Then after a time Nadja began to focus more and more on Elena's clit and inch by inch brought her friend to orgasm. When at last Elena let go and began to cum Nadja poked a finer inside her lover and curled it around to touch the inner wall and attempted to find the elusive g-spot. On Elena it was small and hard to find but as her friend was already cumming it hardly mattered. 

Still licking and sucking on Elena's clit Nadja fucked her friend with a finger and her mouth and made the other woman spasm with bliss.

When they had both spent themselves the doctors once more arrived and tested them and monitored them in the same old routine. 

For the next few weeks Nadja was only given woman to sleep with. She learned much about her own body by pleasuring the bodies of other women. 

Her preference was for women built like herself, but soon she found she could enjoy sucking the nipples of any breast, the variety of flavours of woman's vaginas pleased Nadja, and the softness of their skins was ambrosia. 

Another month and she had mastered bringing a woman to climax as well and had done so to each woman on the base, some sixty five women. 

Then she advanced to kinkier types of sex. She was taught to be submissive and how to endure a beating, whipping, spanking and many methods of masochistic pleasure. Nadja was forced to orgasm over and over while tied in awkward or painful positions. She was flogged while being made to cum. She was tortured with clamps, electricity and burning wax. Her body was twisted, groped pulled and prodded in painful ways for months to ensure she could achieve pleasure from these torments. 

As her twenty second birthday came and went she had discovered a deep rooted delight in being humiliated by a lover and forced to suffer for his gratification. She tied her pleasure to whomever was being her master at the time and sought to achieve his or her goals, whatever they might be. 

Then she was given the opposite role and taught to dominate men and women. She did all the same tortures to them and found a new thrill in being in control and hurting others. Her skill set was now enormous and she could bring a partner to climax whether through torture or pleasure. Her confidence grew and she spent hours practicing the many ways of sexual congress she had learned. 

Next she was taught how to perform anal sex confidently and comfortably. It took little time to adapt all she had learned to this new form of sex, and even this too she grew to love. There was now no method of sexual delight she couldn't find some measure of delight in. she could orgasm in bitter cold without even touching herself. She could hold off an orgasm indefinitely when told to. She was in total control of her body's sexual response at all times and she felt like a titan of sexual knowledge. 

Nadja's skills in languages, science and literature were honed as well. Her abilities in combat, cooking, scuba diving and all manner of vehicular manipulation were equally perfected. 

And so it was that by twenty three years of age Nadja Vladimirovna Petrova was at last a perfectly trained spy in the art of seduction and sexual espionage. 

The intercom on her desk buzzed pulling her from her reverie. She pressed a button and asked "Yes sir?" into the device.

"Our meeting has concluded, please show Mr. Fischer out." There was an icy chill to Mr. Blowfield's voice so she knew things had grown tense inside, as they were supposed to.

"Right away sir." She replied and quickly rose to open the door. She pulled the door just as Mr. Fischer stepped to it and he passed through glancing at her with a pleased look on his face. 

"What else will you open for me?" he asked cheekily and passed her far more closely than he had to, the back of his hand brushing her thigh.

"Mr. Fischer.' She chided in an embarrassed tone.

Fischer went and sat on her desk blocking the leg well. "I don't think your employer likes me very much." He stated. She walked over and appeared uncertain as to what to do.

"Mr. Blowfield is not a gregarious man." She returned as neutrally as she could. 

"I would think having such a charming secretary would improve his disposition immeasurably." 

"Perhaps it does. Who knows how cranky he might be otherwise?" Nadja allowed herself to hover near her chair, hesitant to sit so close to her conversation partner. She saw him register her hesitation. 

"It is amazing what a calming effect woman can have on a body. I find myself feeling rather tense after my meeting with Blowfield. I could use some soothing. Might I ask you to accompany me to dinner tonight?"

"How presumptuous of you sir. I may already have plans."




The Spy Who Fucked Me



"I have no doubt you do, but for the sake of your boss, and our future relations, it might be best if you joined me tonight. If we can reach a measure of ...harmony... would that not in turn inform both our relations with your master?"

"I-I suppose it might ease some tension." She could feel a palpable charisma in him. She felt it pressing against her being, willing her to do his bidding. Trained to respond she adopted a submissiveness that matched his aggression. Not too much, but like dancers feeling out the first few steps they blended desires together in a tentative flirtation.

"I'll send a car for you. Will you give me your address?"

Nadja wrote down her address underneath her chosen name Desiree Labelle. 

"Desiree Labelle... hmmm seems appropriate, I desire you and you are lovely to look upon." He took the paper from her and their fingers touched, his warm and strong her's cool and delicate. "I look forward to tonight. Dress formally."

And he swept away his stride confident and quick. 

Nadja was going to enjoy this mission.

Her first mission had been terrifying. 

Every time she went into the field of war she recalled the feelings of her first mission. She felt it grounded her in the stakes of this job, reminded her of her vulnerability. It wouldn't do to deceive herself into thinking she was perfect at this. 

As of her first mission she had still never killed a man. She had been training to do so for ten years now. At twenty six she was a perfectly honed killing machine. She was an adept weapon's master who could kill with everything from a rolled up newspaper, to a pencil, any gun, edged weapon or explosive. 

Her mind was highly trained to process risk, assess a victim's state of mind, read body language, anticipate attack, and minimize exposure. 

She was beautiful, deadly and calculated and yet she was still a novice in the field having as of yet no missions completed.

The first mission she was given was to eliminate an American agent who had discovered a project that her country was setting up in the Middle East. The American appeared to know he had stumbled onto something and was being extremely cautious. Another Russian agent had tried and failed to eliminate the American, so the man was on his guard, hiding.

At this point in the Cold War things were tense and overt elimination had to be avoided at all costs. She was in Libya as Gaddafi was angling to take the country and become a pro-Russian element in the Middle East, a necessity for the oil starved Soviet Republic. 

Her handlers in the KGB insisted that she be deployed to draw the man out and get him killed by a mob of anti-American zealots.

Lying on the balcony of her hotel room she felt vulnerable and exposed. In this Islamic country her attire was a religious crime punishable by stoning. She wore a tiny string bikini smaller than what most women would wear in a progressive country at this time and she felt naked. 

Her room was low, on the first floor and anyone in any of the many buildings towering above her in the bustling capitol of Tripoli could have seen her laying there. But most importantly the American was thought to be facing down over her from one of the floors above in the adjacent building. 

Her transistor radio played American music and every-so-often an American DJ would talk about the war in Vietnam or comment of the latest sporting events going on in the States. The voice would also sneak intel to her via coded messages regarding the perimeter set up around her.

Her target had been spotted and was peering out of a curtain at her. A sniper could have ended things right there but that would have tipped their hand alerting the Americans of their involvement in Libya. 

Instead Nadja sat up, looked around for any observers and then removed her top baring her small, perfectly formed breasts. 

She then began to rub suntan oil on her lightly tanned skin, caressing her breasts a little bit longer and more erotically than necessary. 

She felt certain she had his attention now. 

Soviet scientist had long ago done studies that proved that men made poorer decisions when influenced by feminine visual stimuli. Not restricted merely to the influence of women, even the idea of women, images of women or simply the smell, clothes, hair of a woman and any concept associated solely with the feminine. 

That had been the genesis of her division in the KGB and was now being practiced by her. Nudity and accessibility should draw this man out if anything would, his mind would no longer assess the risk of exposure as being as dangerous as it had been. 

She remained laying there topless for almost an hour before the voice on the radio informed her in code that her target had withdrawn some minutes ago. She dressed in a light summer dress that was scandalous for Libya but sweet and flirtatious for America and she relocated to the café below for some food, acting the tourist. 

This went on for three days. 

Each day she wore less and less while sunbathing. First topless, then lowering her bottoms over her buttocks, then on the last day pulling them off altogether. She began to play with herself as she lay fully exposed. 

Behind her sunglasses she could see dozens of men standing on balconies above her watching her vulgar display. Her music played loudly covering the cat-calls and curses she garnered. She only knew it was happening because of her comrade on the radio. 

The American came out onto his balcony for the first time and craned his neck to see all the people gathering both on the balconies above and the street below. Nadja was in serious trouble from the angry Islamic locals.

Finally a pounding on the door of her hotel room penetrated the din of her radio. She stood and put on a robe to answer the door. An angry hotel manager told her she must leave. Behind him other men from the hotel stood ready to evict her. 

As quickly as possible, and with no small amount of legitimate fear, Nadja packed under the watchful gaze of six hotel men. She put on her thin summer dress in the bathroom and was escorted aggressively from the hotel. 

On the streets below an angry crowd had gathered, stirred up by local soviet spies. The mob was aggressive and ready for anything. Nadja allowed herself to be herded into the middle of the mob and as they hissed at her and called her foul names in their native tongue she staggered about pretending to be terrified and bewildered. 

No-one had touched her as of yet, but her fearful demeanor and unwillingness to leave would incite them soon. Her bare arms and legs and plunging neckline as well as her obviously bra-less breasts were going to enrage the Muslims. 

Then at last her ploy worked and the American came to her rescue. 

The big dark haired man pushed through the crowd and took her arm. She screamed a real scream when she felt his grip and when she saw who it was she hesitated. 

"I'm an American. Come on let's get you out of here."

"Where?" she shouted over the mob in her American accent. 

Here was the crux of her part of the plan. She needed to get the crowd to kill him. The difficulty lay in Nadja getting out alive. 

"Let me take you to the embassy."

"I don't know where it is." She cried.

"This way. C'mon." He took her arm making it plain he was going to lead her. 

She turned and behind the American's back she gave a man on that side of the encircling crowd a locally rude gesture that meant he was a homosexual, one of the greatest insults to the conservative religious men here. 

Anger erupted all around that side of the mob. The man she had gestured at lunged for her and pulled her loosely bound hair. It hurt, but not terribly. He let go right away, but Nadja reacted as if he were still holding her and pulled that direction falling to the cobbled street and unbalancing the American. 

She dropped her suitcase as she fell and freed up her arms to catch her fall. The American turned back seeing her on the ground and taking in the enraged faces of the men behind him. He was white with fear and for a moment Nadja thought he would flee. 

Then he bent to help her up and as he did so she reached for him and lifted a leg. She planted her foot in his midsection and flipped him over her body sending him into the midst of the angriest part of the mob. 

The men behind the front row only saw the American suddenly on the ground among the men immediately before them. A frenzy began as these men perceived a threat and attacked the American. 

They rained down blows and kicks and he grunted and tried to protect himself. He used martial arts to take out multiple attackers from his prone position but the mob numbers had grown too great and his attacks further enraged them. 

As Nadja pulled a hijab from her otherwise empty purse and attempted to don it, she retreated from the pummeling the American was taking. Men hit her and pulled on her clothes as she tried to cover herself. 

She became embroiled in a tug of war over her disguise and as the American struggled to save his life she realized she too was in real peril as more of the crowd turned to face her. 

The American stopped moving and Nadja was not covered as she had planned. Screaming faces surrounded her, bloodlust in their eyes. Thinking quickly she thought of the only thing that might halt them from beating her to a pulp too. She reached down to the hem of her flimsy dress and lifted it over her head bearing her body to the religious fundamentalists. 

As she hoped the men pulled back from the sight of her nudity, the unclean woman an affront to their eyes. 

In the scant seconds she had to live before rocks did to her what fists and feet had done to the American she ran. As the mob parted trying not to touch her she saw before her a scooter tipped over on the street where a man had dropped it to join the riot. 

Picking it up Nadja straddled it, her naked thighs parted wide, her sex pressed to the cracked plastic seat. Starting it up she aimed it right into the thick of the crowd. She had to be absolutely sure the American was dead. 

Driving into the press of men she scattered them with her speed and nudity. Before her the American lay still on the road a pool of blood forming under his head. Aiming the scooter at him she drove over his skull crushing it flatter and sliding in the wet fluid of his life force. 

Then she fled through the streets of Tripoli riding naked on a stolen scooter. 

She didn't look back to see if anyone pursued her she rode as fast as the crowded streets would allow, aiming for a bazaar she had visited on her first day. 

The market was massive and the rows and rows of stalls would shield even a naked blonde woman for a few moments. 

She nearly caused another riot when she sped into the throng of shops and milling shoppers. She let the scooter go and allowed it to run into a press of jewel shops spilling precious trinkets all over the dusty street. 

A teeming mass of looters immediately bent to scoop up the spilled wealth and in that confusion Nadja crawled to a rack of hijabs. While a woman screamed at her Nadja dressed in a black covering and shielded her nudity at last.

Once dressed she was able to steal some sunglasses and mingle with the crowd. Within moments she had disappeared into the confusion and any pursuers were lost. 

She had made her first kill. 

It had been a close thing, her escape far from assured and other missions like that had forced her to realize the lack of care the Soviets had for their agents. 

And so when Blowfield had approached her a couple years later and asked her to come work for him she had agreed. She had subtly said her goodbyes to her few friends and then with Blowfield's help she had faked her own death and disappeared. 

For the last three years she had been working with Blowfield aiding him in his organization's aim of controlling the world through manipulations and a weakening of the major powers leaving a vacuum for them to fill. 

Now it was her aim to kill the man most responsible for impeding those aims. 

Dressed in a nearly transparent sequined evening gown that had spaghetti straps around the neck and a peek-a-boo centre to show off the swell of her breasts down the centre she was essentially naked while covered from ankle to collar bones. 

Her nipples poked out the material and the dark of her areola were just visible behind the sequins. He back was bear down to the the middle and her hair cascaded down to cover the expanse of bare flesh.

Her subtle makeup made her face glow with health and seem flushed with excitement. She was the height of Parisian elegance and sex appeal. More than beautiful enough to catch any man's eye.

Yet when she saw her target it was she who felt weak in the knees. He looked so handsome in his tuxedo and his animal magnetism caused her stomach to flutter as he kissed her wrist in greeting. 

"My dear Desiree you look ravishing."

"You look very handsome yourself Mr. Fischer."

"Call me James." He grinned. 

They ate a light dinner and drank a fabulous wine she had read about in his file but never tasted. Subtly he probed her about her employer and she answered distractedly, playing the role of a woman being seduced and not wanting to talk about work. 

It seemed to her that any woman who was in fact innocent would hardly notice his investigating her boss. Nadja played as innocent as she could, while maintaining the idea that her character was intelligent yet not initiated into the secret organization behind the front Blowfield hid his true ambitions behind. 

He took her dancing and his hands on her body as they whirled around the floor made her yearn for more. She informed James that she occasionally traveled with Blowfield, but that he never took her when he went to his Asian holdings. She longed to see Asia, she sighed. She teased him with information masquerading as a jealous employee. 

Nadja, trained to do so, could sense when James was getting the information he wanted. She used that same training to feed him the knowledge that she was more than willing to go to bed with him soon. Overlaying all her manipulations she kept herself consistently sexually aroused. In fact he made it very easy to be squirmingly horny. 

Occasionally she felt his erection pressing into her belly. 

"Oh James." She sighed when he did so purposefully. She pressed back and enjoyed the size implied by the bulge there. 

"Shall we continue this elsewhere?" he whispered into her ear. 

"Yes, please." She cooed. 

As soon as the door to his suite was closed her target was slipping her dress off her body, the nimbleness of his fingers getting her even more aroused. Already she had been pleased to intuit through his behaviors that this man drew pleasure from giving a woman pleasure. She read in his actions a dominant man who reveled in his desirability to woman. The file had said he lost his parents early and had been raised by his aunt just as he reached puberty. 

Somehow he had fixated on pleasing women, she suspected because of the aunt. Whatever it was, she perceived in him an insecurity with women that he battled by overcompensating in his need to seduce any woman he wanted. For him the conquest and complete satisfaction of a woman was a powerful totem that he used to buoy up his low self-esteem. 

That all meant that tonight as they made love she was free to give herself over to pleasure and allow herself to orgasm as often as she liked. The more she did the better he would feel and the lower his guard would be. 

As he kissed his way down her neck and then to her breasts she trembled with passion. His mouth was so good. He kissed better than any man she had ever been with. It would appear that he deserved his reputation as an excellent lover. 

As he took her nipple in his mouth she whimpered. It was involuntary, his perfect application of pressure, moisture and heat sent a shock of bliss from her breast right to her clitoris. 

An eternity passed as his mouth ravaged her breasts. Time had no meaning as he brought new facets of pleasure to her that went beyond anything she had learned in her years of training. 

Gaping, moaning and sighing she clung to the door-frame as she almost staggered under the delightful onslaught that was his worship of her breasts. 

His skill lay in the pure joy he took from tasting her breasts. His utter love of the female form- not just hers, this was in no way personal- came through in every lick and kiss. He was a connoisseur of breasts. 

Her assessment of him was that he wanted to be the one to end this, so she leaned back against the door and submissively endured what amounted to pleasurable torment. No doubt that was his wish. He wanted to master her and force her to succumb to his skill.

She happily did so, slowly, achingly she slithered down the door as he ravished her breasts with his hands and mouth. 

Then when she was seated he pulled her legs and slid her along the hardwood floor. His mouth lowered and even here he made her purr with contentment as he gave homage to her flat toned belly. His lips and tongue consumed her soft flesh and dove into her belly button making her quiver with lust.

Then, as her body tensed with impatience for the ecstasy it now anticipated, he placed his mouth on her sex. 

Even as he began his first few expert licks Nadja allowed herself to cum. Her body wound as tight as a bowstring arched back and her legs opened as far as they could. Her arms pressed back into the floor sending her breasts skyward, her head twisted back and forth as her mouth opened in a silent scream.

Pleasure more intense than anything she had yet encountered thrashed along her nerves and scourged her body with lashes of tingling gratification. Her brain shorted out, thought scoured from her skull and the emptiness refilled with rapture.

On and on this deluge of delight washed over her drowning her in a sea of euphoria. He would not lift his mouth from her opening, refused to release her from the iron grip of his benevolence. Torturing her with his mastery of cunnilingus he enraptured her, enthralling her with his tongue.

She was utterly subjugated by his skill and her being was wracked with elation writhing around the floor seeking escape from the unstoppable gift of his tongue. 

At long last he tired of chasing her across the floor. It ended just before she was defeated and forced to end her pleasure using her training in shutting off her climax. She had been gathering her scattered awareness and was preparing to end the torture when he stopped. 

The effort of so many orgasms left her spent and damp on the floor her chest heaving from lack of air, her throat raw from screams she didn't remember uttering. 

Her enemy left her limp and newborn-weak on the floor as he stood and took off his jacket and tie, unbuttoning his tuxedo shirt and gazing down at her.

Nadja was barely able to focus on him towering above her, and he seemed to be gloating as he undressed himself. Her mouth was dry and her head spinning as if she had been drugged. 

When he pulled off his pants and underwear her dry mouth suddenly filled with saliva as he exposed the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. 

Her experiences were many and varied. In her years of training and of service since she had encountered over two hundred penises of all shapes and sizes; from massive to miniscule. She had seen erections that repulsed her and ones that made her crave them, and yet none had been as aesthetically pleasing as his.

It was big, but not massive; perhaps seven to eight inches long and thicker than her wrist. The head was a gorgeous shade of dark pink, looking healthy and perfectly in proportion to the length and girth of the shaft. 

The shaft itself was veined in a delicious mix of bumps and shadows giving an air of both strength and vulnerability. There were neither too many nor too few. 




The Spy Who Fucked Me Up The Ass



Beaver Jones was walking slowly towards the bank of the river Minge. She was a tall blonde assassin. With red lipstick, a fur coat, and a killer smile to die for. The people saw her as public enemy number 1. Her juices flowed from the de-industrialisation penis, swollen with the heady gains of a capitalist sweat-gland. It was a powerful symbol of the Soviet non-struggle for non-independence. She wanted to be seen as a sexy, horny spy. A dirty, double-dealing minx. This was her secret weapon; a pneumatic pussy. That was why she had wiped out more secret agents than Smooth-clit Carleen, the former MI5 agent. She liked licking a wet foreskin, while her pussy got hot as a pepper, and then she got very wet, and stuffed FBI meat and two vege throbbing, into her cavern of deceit and intrigue. But what she really enjoyed was a good facial, from a cock of incredible stiffness, or a cream-pie from the sperm-sack of an important Soviet official and spy, like Nuts Fingers Dildo.

Nut Fingers Dildo was by all means a mean looking spy, with a thick black moustache, and yet beneath that hard exterior, he had the heart of a lion, and the cunning mind of a fox. The speed of a cheetah. And the dick of a donkey.

He was tall, strong, magnetic and magnificent. When they got together, two spies in a pod, fireworks exploded across the eastern sky.

She thought of the last time they had met… 

She started licking her lips, and then let his wandering fingers run up her skirt, edging ever closer to her gaper. Her gaper got moister and moister. His thoughts turned to tonguing her wonderful espionage wet pussy. She smelt delicious, and the feel of her lips was like a velvet rainbow. 

"Kiss me, Nuts Fingers Dildo," she murmured whilst licking softly up his chest. He was masturbating her slowly, she was groaning and groping his dick while he was wanking her clit, and she bent over and started sucking his oscillating jossilating testicles. Her titties began bouncing this way and that way while she was giving head. Nuts thought "this is better than choking the rooster back in my army barracks, with fantasies of cunnilingus running through my lonely head. My pathetic, sad, lonely head. Oh woe is me, this heartbroken spy, this spinster of the Russian Secret Army." 

Through these sad thoughts, his woeful hard-on began to wither. Wither and die like a tiny flower. Really, it was totally flat, like a wilted daffodil. A pressed daffodil in a book of pressed flowers for Children in Need. A sad, flat, useless specimen. Poor Nuts. 

Beaver stopped lapping the end of his dick and looked deep into his soulful Russian eyes. Beneath her magnificent jugs, her heart skipped a beat. "How about some of my delicious fanny-juices, pussy ejaculation, wet dripping excited cunt, my darling? That should put the lead back in your wilted pencil". 

"I have a great propensity for tickling your pussy, stimulating it with my expertly teasing tongue".

Her nipples were not inverted. In fact, they were sticking out like coat-pegs. Like missiles on the Russian Steppes. Like thimbles on a washerwoman's thumbs. And so on. No longer was Nuts' prick floppy, as he suckled gently on her love-juices. Boing boing bing bong bang! 

"My hard-on is back," he cried. Reaching out from my pube jungle toward the rich forest of your piss-flaps. Fancy a bit of slap and tickle, my lovely?"

He began prodding her with his erect tool, rubbing it pleasurably inside her, almost spunking within seconds.

Suddenly, an investigative journalist walked past the copulating couple. He was working for the other side. The dirty Belgians. "Quick!" shouted Beaver. "Put away your wonderful, throbbing, thick, pulsating, hard, spectacular, delicious, multi-tasking wiener! We must fight this intruder! He is non other than Helmet Phlegm; he is a good-for-nothing, kissing flange bunholer with knockers like rancid melons. He works for the Danish underground. They are all fudgetunnellers. Kill him NOW! Or my quim will be in danger" 

Nuts did not want her quim to be in danger. Or her chewy vulva. Or her outer-flaps. Or her tasty pink inner lips. Etc.

Her thoughts were quickening with fear. Nuts grabbed his Derringer, cocked the trigger, and pointed it straight at Helmet, the dirty Belgian, the filthy rat. Without inner depths of compassion or morality. 

Helmet fell to his knees and pleaded for his life. "Please don't shoot. With your derringer so fine. May your moustache quiver and the hairs on the back of your neck dance the dance of fear. I have this place surrounded. No, wait. I don't have this place surrounded, but..."

Nuts fired, once, twice. Three times straight from his gun-barrel and into the barrel chest of the Belgian intruder, who fell over. Onto the floor. Dead. Dead as a dodo. 

"Let's search his pockets!" cried Beaver.

"That's an exceedingly good idea," replied Nuts F. D.

They found nothing until they searched in his shirt pockets. Beaver smiled a broad grin.

"Look at this!" she murmured. It was a mouth-watering polymorphous perversity that cannot be put into words. It was the largest dildo they had ever seen. Beaver's panties grew instantly sopping with the thought of Nuts thrusting the giant penis into her ass, whilst diddling her with three fingers, pussy fly-fishing in and out of her. 

"I can't wait to have that spurting dildo cum in my mouth like a black mambo with Chinese balls, like a Welsh pastie full of KY jelly. I do love a good dildo double-ender in my ass, and a vibrator in my gynaecological region, go on, fuck me hard up the ass you horny stallion!" 

So Nuts started bonking her in the mouth with his swollen member, and the dildo was doing the do up her butt as requested. And finally, he got a vibrator doin' it properly in her female wet place. They were frigging, he was cupping her breasts while copulating with her. "Golden showers?" "No thanks" I will buy you a diamond ring if you suck my cheesy ring. He began sliding into her mouth like a well-oiled purple piston. She was chewing his rod as the dildo and vibrator made her quiver. 

"I'm close to coming, darling," she cried.

"I'm the clit stimulator, sex accelerator, romping with non-gay abandon in your womanly places!" cried Nuts. She was deep-throating him like a top porno film. 

"Oh no, for a moment I thought you were Bono from U2, the popular Irish band boner, or whatever, but now I know you're not, you are just Nuts, the spy who loves my knickers, who loves spunking into my cunt with wave after wave of thick white ejaculation, running and dripping! Oh god, I'm coming!" 

Her orgasm explosion went rippling through her body, tickling Nuts' prick, deep in her mouth. He collapsed and began ejaculating, looking at her teasing eyes, as she drank every drop. He rolled back, smiling. Thinking of Trevor. 

"I'll buy you that Diamond ring one day, Beaver, and I will sure give you a pearl necklace again! You are truly the most exciting spy I have ever bent over a table and fucked from behind, as well as accepting the biggest dildo up the ass I have ever seen as well as my three fingers in your pussy and I love you"

"I love you too, Nuts Dildo"



The Spy Who Fucked Me



"Hurry up! " Toby grunted with growing impatience. 

Noriko's inward attitude fell, as it was no use, she was going to have to do this. With the alarming thought of Dominic and Laura flashing through her mind, she realized she had better work fast, and so her fingers scrambled to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. 

Toby smiled down at Noriko when she finally pushed down the front of his boxer shorts to allow his erection out. She smiled back and reached to put a hand around his cock as she seethed inside. He was thick and huge, and she knew he would break her 93- pound body apart if he impaled her with that monster. She definitely had to get him off with her hands and mouth, if she could manage to get her lips around it.

Noriko began to run the tip of her tongue along the shaft and play with his balls while she stroked his stiff member, trying to put it off putting it in her mouth for as long as possible, Noriko began. 

"C'mon, suck it already!" Toby urged as he grabbed Noriko by the back of the head and pushed her lips toward the plum-sized tip of his massive shaft. Noriko opened as wide as she could, which was large considering some of the ball gags she had been able to take from Marty during some of their bondage play and photo shoots.

As the large head plunged and filled her mouth, Noriko took a deep breath and uttered a wet and muffled, "MMMMMBBBBLLLLMMM!!!" 

"Yea, that's good, baby," Toby groaned as he forced his cock slightly deeper, fully enjoying the warmth and wetness of Noriko's mouth. 

"I've never had an Oriental slut suck my cock before. I hear you're the best. You'd better prove it, bitch."

Noriko was disgusted by his callous and degrading remarks. She held back the urge to bite his dick. Instead, she pretended to enjoy having her mouth stuffed with his meat and gave him an eager moan and a wet slurping sound with her lips stretched taut around him. The problem was, she was almost gagging and he did not even have his cock a fourth of the way in. 

Noriko tried her best to keep from choking, trying desperately to force her head backwards while Toby in turn kept using his hand to pull her towards him as he shoved his cock deeper into her mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's good," Toby groaned. "You like that dick in your mouth, don't you slut? I'll bet you never had one this big before." 

"Umm Hmmmm," Noriko moaned in agreement as she continued to pretend that she was fully enjoying this repugnant act. 

Noriko promised herself that if when she got out of this mess, she was going to rethink her career as a high tech thief. After several more long minutes of near gagging and difficult cock sucking, Noriko's jaw began to ache. She tried to remove his massive shaft from her mouth, but Toby had her clenched by the hair in one fist as he pumped his hips back and forth.

"Oh, fuck, that's great. You suck like a pro. What a fucking tease! " Toby moaned. 

Then, without warning he pulled out and yanked Noriko up to her feet. She gasped when he suddenly took her by the waist and lifted her effortlessly. The burly guard sat her on a long table in the alcove. 

"Okay, bitch, I'm ready for some of that Oriental pussy." 

"Wait, let's take our time," the flustered Noriko pleaded as she tried to keep Toby's pawing hands from pushing up her mini dress. 

"Fuck that, I'm ready right now, slut! " Toby grunted, taking her legs and shoving them apart. 

"Spread 'em baby, and let's get these little panties off. I'm going to break you in half. Then you'll forget all about that boyfriend of yours."

"No, wait-UUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMP! " Noriko's words were cut off as Toby suddenly clamped a hand over her mouth. 

"Shut up! " Toby barked as he reached up with his other hand to adjust his radio earpiece. One of the other mansion security guards was attempting to contact him. He yanked a small radio from his jacket and spoke into it, "Say again."

Breathing fast through her nose, Noriko could only speculate at what was being said to Toby, and her heart began to pound faster than it already was. Her suspicions were confirmed when Toby suddenly looked her in the eyes with grave suspicion. 

"Yea, I'm with her right here." Then a few moments passed followed by, "I'm on my way." 

"Damn it!" Toby groused as he put his radio away, removed his hand from Noriko's face and quickly began to stuff his faltering erection back into his slacks.

He buttoned up his shirt while staring at the alarmed thief and said, "Well, well, looks like someone tried to take something that didn't belong to her." 

With quick thinking Noriko glanced to the floor where she had left her clutch purse. 

Toby followed her glance and smiled. Then he reached down to pick it up. The subtle distraction worked beautifully. Noriko grabbed a heavy sculpture on the table next to her and brought it down with a thud just as Toby picked up the disk. The huge bodyguard gave a low groan and fell forward onto his hands and knees, stunned by the blow. 

Noriko then jumped down from the table, squatted to pick up the disk, and grabbed her purse. She rifled through the contents of her bag to get her hair clip out, and used it to begin picking the door lock. With frantic seconds ticking by, Noriko finally opened the door and escaped outside. She found herself in the immense pool and garden area at the rear of the mansion and scurried toward a row of hedges to find her way back to her car.

The petite Oriental beauty became alarmed when she heard the distant sound of dogs barking. With adrenaline pushing throughout her body, she ran as quickly as she could until she came back around toward a long gravel driveway where rows of sedans and limousines were lined up. 

Without a moment's hesitation, she yanked the door open, jumped into the driver's seat of her sleek black performance car, and dumped her purse on the seat next to her. Gasping for breath, Noriko dug for her car keys and when she found them, she rammed it into the ignition.

Noriko was never able to turn the key. A dark figure popped up from behind her plush leather seat and a cloth filled hand was clamped over the lower half of her face. The shocked Noriko gasped in fright as she was seized in a vice-like grip. 

She could not help but inhale the chloroform fumes, her hands trying desperately to pry the hand free. Her eyes were drawn to the rear view mirror, and she was frightened by the sight of Laura Blake smiling back at her with a look of sadistic glee on her beautiful face. The edges of her vision went gray, and Noriko felt a buzzing in her ears before she went limp and passed out.

Laura and Dominic were putting the last touches on Noriko as she laid semi- conscious on the bed inside their private playroom. The guests had long since left and now they could both turn their full attention to their latest toy. 

They found that the petite thief's lithe form was very pliable, and they were able to bend and twist her arms and legs into a variety of bondage positions while she moaned sleepily on the bed, still fighting off the after-effects of the mind-numbing chloroform.

They had first stripped her down to her bra and panties, and left her six-inch heel pumps on her dainty feet. The white color of the thong and body-frosting bra accentuated the rich brown tone of her unblemished skin. Noriko was fitted with a thick brand new bondage collar with a silver ring dangling in the front. 

Her arms were pulled behind her back, bound and knotted securely at both the elbows and the wrists. In turn, Noriko's smooth legs were crisscrossed and trussed tightly at the ankles, and then bent up so that she was in a stringent back wrenching hogtie position. Dominic was now cinching up the crotch rope, which dug into the folds of Noriko's tender crotch and buttocks, and tied it off just above the tattoo on the small area of her back.

The sadistic husband and wife took great delight watching Noriko wince at the tightening of the cruel bondage. She gave a muffled whimper through her ball gag harness as her almond shaped Oriental eyes began to blink open like butterfly wings. 

Noriko's vision was slightly blurry, but when it came into focus, she immediately became anxious when she saw Dominic and Laura standing over her. Dominic was now dressed only in black silk pajamas bottoms and Laura wore an extremely tight red vinyl cat suit and matching patent leather pumps. Noriko tensed up and attempted to move away in a panic, but in her trussed up position, she made little progress.

Noriko uttered an alarmed "MMMMMMFFFFFFFF!" when she realized that she was now fully bound and gagged in the clutches of Laura and Dominic Blake, who were clearly more devious than she had imagined. 

Normally, Noriko enjoyed this kind of bondage, but never by strangers in this sort of situation, especially when the intentions of her captors were not fully known. It was only when she was playing to her boyfriend Marty's camera or during intimate bondage play that Noriko was fully comfortable and sexually aroused being tied up, because Marty had been the one to introduce her to it. 

However, it was clear though that these two had other nefarious plans for her, and Noriko was quite angry and distressed to find that she had been stripped down to her most intimate apparel as well.

Dominic held up a business card in front of Noriko. She recognized it as her own, with her website address listed prominently at the bottom. 

"We took a look at your site," Dominic took delight in telling her. 

"Interesting stuff. Especially the part where you say you aren't interested in being tied up and photographed by anyone other than this Marty." 

"Well," Laura chimed in, tapping a manicured nail on her smooth cheek. "After tonight I think we'll change your mind." 

"MMMMFFFFFF!" came Noriko's muffled protest, shaking her head emphatically as she began to struggle and squirm in her bonds. How dare they assume such a thing? 

"Plus, you're going to pay for that little stunt you pulled earlier," Dominic warned as he absently rubbed the back of his head.

"What do you think of these?" Laura asked as she brought over a laptop computer and laid it on the bed next to Noriko. She clicked on a slideshow program that began flashing a series of digital photographs that she had taken of Noriko, as she was being mauled, stripped and tied up by her husband Dominic. 

Noriko was furious as she watched herself being fondled and molested while being unconscious. One photo revealed that Dominic had taken his erection and plunged it into Noriko's open mouth. Another showed Dominic with his hand inside her panties fingering her. The Oriental beauty glared at her captors. These two were sick perverts! What would they do next?

"Maybe your boyfriend might want to put these on your website," Dominic taunted as he ran his hand over Noriko's firm body. 

Noriko tried to squirm from his touch, but the way she was tied up prevented her from moving an inch. Then his eyes lit up with an idea, and he turned to his wife and said, "Why don't you get the video camera and we can make some nice little movies."

"Exquisite idea, dear husband," Laura said eagerly. She rushed over to a large armoire and opened the ornate paneled doors. 

Inside she retrieved a video camera mounted on a tripod and brought it over near the bed. Laura couldn't wait to turn on the camera and begin taping. As she watched through the viewfinder, she began to give Dominic directions. "Turn her over on the side. Let me see her struggling."

Dominic smiled and did so, taking as much delight in his wife's reactions as Noriko's distress. He squeezed her ripe mounds and pinched her nipples through the sheer material of her bra to elicit muffled moans from Noriko while Laura panned over every inch of her luscious body and face, gathering close-ups of her gagged filled mouth.

"MMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHHHHH!" Noriko moaned as Dominic yanked on her crotch rope and chuckled lasciviously. They both taunted her with threats of all the kinky perverted acts they planned to perform on her, working themselves into a frenzy and Noriko into a sexual lather. 

"My turn now," Dominic told his wife as he took over the camera from her. 

"Get the vibrators and work her over." Laura giggled like a schoolgirl and brought over a variety of colorful devices to tease their bound sex toy with. Over the next few hours, they sexually tortured Noriko mercilessly as her muffled pleas went ignored.

Noriko's fears were realized as the twisted husband and wife used her like some sort of bondage toy. Seconds seemed like minutes and minutes seemed like hours as Laura took great care and delight in trying out each and every one of the vibrators and dildos in her unique collection. They were made of chrome, plastic, leather, and rubber in all shapes, lengths and diameters. 

Meanwhile Dominic caught every moment on video, occasionally taking a break from hand held taping to set the camera on the tripod so he could tie and retie Noriko into a variety of poses and positions. Dominic's rope work became more cruelly stringent and bizarre as time went on.

They found that Noriko's limbs were unusually flexible from her career as a fetish model, and they took full advantage of it, bending and tying her up to test the limits of her pliability. Noriko in turn groaned and moaned from the limb wrenching bondage. 

Noriko's muffled protests and pleas fell on deaf ears, and all the petite thief could do was whimper as her most intimate areas were fondled and stimulated to no end. Noriko's panties had long since been soaked through with repeated forced orgasms by Laura's expert use of the vibrators and dildos, as well as her pliant tongue. 

Noriko's entire body was slick with perspiration from the ongoing assault to her senses. Strings of saliva dripped from the rubber balls and pump gags, which were removed and exchanged with new and different ones regularly. Each seemed larger, more mouth filling and lip stretching than the last. Noriko felt as if her jaws were being pried apart. None of the rubber ball gags which were a favorite of Marty's compared with these monster gob stoppers.

As her ordeal went on into the early morning hours, only during brief respites from the constant acts performed on her body, could Noriko think about her boyfriend. Marty would be frantic by now. 

From a nearby clock, Noriko could see that it was 2:30 in the morning and her captors showed no signs of slowing down the relentless perversions on her mind and body. She promised herself that if she ever escaped this, she would never lie to her lover again. 

Noriko's petite body convulsed with yet another induced orgasm from the last of Laura's collection of vibrator's. She had saved the biggest for last and looked up at her husband in amazement. Dominic knew exactly what his wife was thinking. None of their previous playthings had ever taken every single one of her toys. Dominic was more than thrilled that he had caught every minute of it on tape.

"Incredible," Laura grinned. "Her libido is insatiable!" 

"Let's see who gets her for the rest of the night," Dominic suggested, placing his right fist in the palm of his left hand. Laura smiled and did the same. 

The couple then played the childhood game of Rock Paper Scissors to determine who would bed Noriko for the evening. After two rhythmic fist pounds Dominic came up with Scissors and Laura came up with paper.

"Scissors cuts paper," grinned Dominic as he beamed up with satisfaction. Now he would finally get her alone to do exactly what he pleased. Disappointed, Laura pouted and began putting away her toys while Dominic untied Noriko's arms and legs from her spread eagle position on the bed. 

Noriko was too weak to fight Dominic off as he used snug leather cuffs to bind her arms behind her back at the wrists and elbows, and then attached a chain to her bondage collar. He tugged her up and off the bed roughly and led her to the door stumbling and wobbly legged. 

Noriko was now wearing nothing but her high heel pumps. "Play nice!" Laura grinned lasciviously as Dominic left the room with his prize. Dominic smiled and winked back at his wife as he tugged Noriko roughly out of the room and closed the door.

The first thing Dominic did when he arrived at his private bedroom with his new prize was lock the door. He pulled Noriko over and tossed the exhausted Asian beauty onto his bed. Dominic took the chain linked to her collar and attached it to one corner of his huge four post bed with a small padlock. 

Dominic then climbed on the bed to continue his cruel molestations. By now Noriko had regained some of her strength and she struggled fiercely, kicking out at Dominic with her spike heels. Dominic chuckled and promptly grabbed her flailing ankles. 

On his knees, he yanked Noriko forward until his groin was firmly pressed between her legs. He rubbed the bulge inside his pajama bottoms against her crotch as he held her legs in a firm grip. 

"All right, my little Oriental slut. I'm now going to fuck your brains out in so many ways, it's going to make your head spin," Dominic taunted. He simulated a hard fucking motion with his hips. 

"By the time I'm through taming your sweet ass, you're going to be a proper little fuck doll, eager to please."

"MMMMMMMMFFFF!" replied Noriko with a muffled rebuke. She glared harshly at Dominic with her eyes and squirmed with all her might. Noriko soon discovered with pained regret that it only seemed to arouse and urge him. He grinned back at her with a lascivious statement on his face and reached under her waist to clench her ass cheeks, giving them a vicious squeeze. 

Dominic then lifted her upward so that she was upside down with only the top of her head touching the bed. Her legs were now over his shoulders and his face was right in her crotch. Noriko moaned and squealed as Dominic stabbed and forced his tongue into her tender opening. 

He then used one of his hands to hold her firmly over his shoulders and the other hand to reach down and grab her breasts, digging his fingers into the firm mounds. He ate Noriko's pussy out while the Asian vixen squirmed in his grasp. Dominic enjoyed the way her hair brushed against his crotch.

After several more minutes of excruciating tongue lashing, Dominic dumped the flustered Noriko unceremoniously on the bed. He pulled his stiff member out of his silk bottoms and waved it at Noriko as she tried to roll away in panic. "Not so fast," Dominic chuckled as he grabbed Noriko and pulled her close again. 

This time he flipped her over onto her stomach, and then took a cloth from a shelf on his headboard and doused it with a sexual stimulant in a small clear bottle. He patted the cloth over Noriko's nose. She twisted her head from side to side as to resist the effects of the pungent chemical, but with her mouth sealed, she could not help but inhale it through her flaring nostrils. 

"Okay, bitch. Get ready for a good old fashioned ass fucking."

As the chemical swiftly rushed into her brain, Noriko's eyes went wide with terror when she realized what was about to happen. Dominic held her down firmly on the back with one hand while he used the other to separate her ass cheeks. The bitter rubber gag stuffed in her mouth stifled Noriko's screams of protest. 

Then her screams turned to agony as Dominic slowly and callously crammed his cock into her tight asshole. Noriko could do nothing but grunt and squeal as Dominic shoved the entire length inside her, savoring every inch of pain he was causing her. "This is your punishment for trying to steal from us, you thieving slut," Dominic snarled as he gave Noriko a single hard thrust.

"UUUUUUNNNNGGGGH!" Noriko groaned helplessly as the burning sensation seemed to touch every raw nerve of her being. I will make him pay for this, Noriko thought as she succumbed to Dominic's cruel ass rape, hot tears of humiliation and pain brimming from her eyes. 




The Spy Who Fucked Me



What made it all the worse for her was that the stimulant was now causing a heightened sexual tension in her taut body and deep feelings of arousal. Dominic grabbed Noriko by the hair and yanked her head up, wrenching her small back like a bow as he began to thrust in and out of her ass. 

He reached around with his free hand and slapped his palm hard against her breast and clenched it hard. As he sodomized his pliable fuck toy, Dominic hissed cruel taunts into her ear. 

"I'm going to violate your every orifice, bitch," Dominic warned her. "I know you're pretending not to like it, but I know better." 

Noriko couldn't help but become highly excited by his words. Incredibly, her body screamed with an orgasm as Dominic nailed her hard into the bed. He ravaged her body for an entire hour, bending her petite but flexible form into various positions. 

When he finally erupted into her for the first time, he had Noriko impaled and mounted on his waist, forcing her hips up and down to pump every drop from his swollen cock. 

"UUUUNNNNNHHHHH!!!" Dominic groaned as he thrust up high and hard, causing Noriko's breast to bounce. She squealed as yet another in a series of orgasms rocked her slick sweat-covered body. 

Tears of elation flowed down Noriko's flushed cheeks as the ravaged thief winced with sexual ecstasy. It was a sensation unlike any she had ever experienced. The combination of bondage and sexual discipline turned Noriko into an eager and willing tool for Dominic's carnal desires.

After Dominic tired of fucking Noriko, he left her chained and quivering on the bed while he went to shower. When he returned, he retied Noriko securely around the ankles and knees, added a crotch rope, and then placed her on her knees in the middle of the bed facing the headboard. 

After pulling her arms behind her back and coiling and cinching ropes around her elbows and wrists, Dominic took the slack end over a cross brace above his bed and then pulled Noriko's arms agonizingly upward until they were vertical. Her head was now forced to be bowed before Dominic, who took his position on the bed with his legs spread apart on either side of Noriko's bent over form. He slid his waist down until his groin was right under Noriko's face.

"You ready to have your gag removed?" Dominic inquired of his whimpering captive. "UMMM! HUMMMM!" Noriko responded eagerly. 

"Okay, bitch, here's the deal, I take off the gag but I get to replace with something else," Dominic informed her. Dominic removed the ball gag harness from Noriko's aching jaws. 

She was so relieved from having the huge rubber ball finally taken out that she hardly had time to react when Dominic shoved his stiff member past her lips. 

"Mbbbbmmmmmm!" Noriko mumbled with her mouth stuffed with cock. 

"Yea, that's right, take it all in," Dominic sneered as he pushed his hips upward to force his cock down Noriko's gagging throat. "Suck it good, and I might loosen your ropes."

Noriko, whose arms were in a terribly uncomfortable position, became elated at the thought that Dominic would loosen her bindings. The normal guilt of orally pleasuring another man other than her boyfriend's was soon lost to the thought of relief. 

Noriko began to pump her head up and down in a slow rhythm to stimulate her captor as much as possible. Dominic merely lay back on the bed and sighed as he guided Noriko's head up and down on his swollen member. "That's right, use your tongue," Dominic sighed, "Just like that. Good little slut."

Noriko was becoming more aroused as time went on, knowing how much pleasure she was providing her kidnapper. She couldn't comprehend why the stimulant was working on her this way, only that she was enjoying it to the fullest as Dominic urged her on with his degrading words. Noriko felt like the ultimate pleasure doll. 

When the first eruption filled her mouth, Noriko hummed with arousal and pleasure, eagerly swallowing every drop of Dominic's precious semen down her gulping throat. She even enjoyed that Dominic had her hair tight in his fist and was yanking her head up and down as he gritted his teeth and groaned with ecstasy. 

The rougher he treated her, the more intense her arousal became. Dominic tensed as the last few drops spilled out of his cock, and then he relaxed and let out a long sigh of relief. He allowed Noriko to continue suckling the bulb head of his shaft, swirling her tongue around and around the tip.

"That was pretty good," Dominic said casually, as if he were barely impressed. "But I'm afraid you're going to need a lot more practice to fully satisfy my standards." 

Noriko was torn between wanting relief from her stringent bondage and the opportunity to pleasure Dominic further. With the stimulant still rushing through her system, the petite thief went back to work on Dominic, eager to prove that she could please him exactly the way he wanted.

The next morning Noriko awoke to find that she was hog-tied in a neat package in a different bedroom. She had no idea when she was finally allowed to sleep after bringing Dominic to seemingly countless orgasms with her mouth. 

The stimulant had worn off now, and Noriko was thoroughly disgusted to realize what she had done, and what had been done to her. She desperately needed to escape this madhouse and return to Marty. 

Feelings of deep guilt raged through her body and so she began to struggle and pull at her bonds, grunting and whimpering on the bed. It was no use, Noriko discovered. The ropes were expertly wrapped and knotted strategically so that any movement was hardly accomplished without a sudden aching or burning in her limbs. 

As Noriko squirmed in her bonds, squeaking noises made her realize that sometime during the night, she had been slipped and packed into a shiny red vinyl cat suit that fit very snug on her small frame. Matching candy apple pumps had also been placed on her wiggling feet, which were tied in a crisscross fashion just above her butt.

Screaming was out of the question, since her mouth was neatly packed with a red rubber ball gag buckled tight around her head. Anger seeped into Noriko the longer she laid helplessly on the bed. When she suddenly heard the bedroom door being unlocked from the outside, her pulse quickened. 

When would it end? Noriko thought. When the door opened and Laura Blake entered, Noriko was only slightly relieved. Dominic had put her through the ringer the previous evening, and she could still feel the effects in her throbbing pussy. 

Hopefully, Laura would be gentler, but from the lascivious look on her face, the possibility began to fade. µüise and shine, my pretty young thief," Laura sang as she sat next to Noriko's tight squirming body on the frilly bed. Laura infuriated Noriko by giving her a pat on her firm behind, and then took her time feeling Noriko up through the squeaky vinyl.

"I've got a special surprise for you," Laura informed her whimpering captive. 

Noriko watched with anxiousness as Laura lay open a small black case in front of her so that Noriko could see the contents. Within the felt lined compartment were a vial of clear liquid and a chrome and glass syringe. Noriko's heart began to hammer in her chest when she soon realized the needle was meant for her. 

Immediately she began twisting and struggling even harder and uttering muffled protests. "Oh, it won't be quite as bad as you think," Laura informed the distressed Noriko as she removed the vial and syringe and uncapped each one. "In fact, you'll really come to enjoy it immensely."

As Noriko looked on wide-eyed and moaning, Laura plunged the needle into the vial and filled the syringe with clear fluid. 

"This is a special enzyme created at one of our own chemical laboratories. You know, they are doing fascinating things with mind control drugs these days. This one in particular is my favorite. Once I inject it into your system, you will become highly aroused. It eliminates all your natural inhibitions and all your normal impulses. Now here's the fascinating part; it's extremely addictive. Over two to three doses, your body chemistry will be altered in such a way that it won't be able to function without another dose. From then on, every 72 hours your body will beg for another dose or it will basically cease to function. Isn't that a scream?" Laura giggled with delight.

"MMMMMPPPPHHHH!" Noriko began to whimper as Laura seized her by the wrists to hold her still and stuck the needle into Noriko's quivering butt cheek. Noriko winced as Laura cruelly injected the drug slowly into her. There was an ice-cold sensation in her rear that spread like a flame to the rest of her body. 

Noriko tensed up while her heart beat quickly in her chest. As time passed, a subtle change began within her. Minutes seemed to float by while a euphoric and entirely erotic sensation overcame her senses. More and more Noriko became aroused by her current situation. 

Her position and the feelings of the tight ropes made her hornier than she had ever felt before, even more than the bondage sessions with Marty, which seemed mild now in comparison. Her mind could not comprehend all these new waves of feeling and emotion, and she ached both to be free, and for Laura to touch her or perform some new act upon her helpless form.

Laura watched with keen interest as her sexual pet looked up at her with pleading eyes. She now knew that Noriko was totally in her control, and so she unbuckled the strap of the saliva covered ball gag to allow Noriko to speak. 

Noriko let out a grateful gasp and whispered with trepidation and anxiousness to Laura, "What are you going to do to me now?" 

"What do you want me to do to you?" Laura smiled back. 

"Anything you want," Noriko stammered, stunned by her own words. What was happening to her? Why was she feeling like this? Why was so she so fucking horny? 

"Good answer, slut," Laura laughed as she stroked Noriko's soft cheek.

Noriko felt a shiver and a rush of arousal with the combination of Laura's touch and the word 'slut'. This drug was more powerful than she could have ever imagined. 

Laura noticed Noriko's reaction and grinned with delight. "Oh, you like being my little slut, don't you?" Laura asked. 

Noriko found it difficult to speak at first, but finally uttered a breathless, "Yes." 

Laura surprised Noriko with a sudden sharp slap on her buttocks, "From now on, you will answer 'Yes, Mistress.' Understand?" 

"Yes, Mistress," Noriko said promptly. "You will also refer to my husband Dominic as Master as well." 

"Yes, Mistress," Noriko responded, eager to show her Mistress how well she was learning. The urge to please her Mistress was so overwhelming, and it felt wonderful to be controlled like this.

"You on the other hand, will respond to 'slut', 'bitch', 'slave', 'whore' or whatever other name we choose to give you at any given moment. Does that excite you?" 

"Yes, Mistress, very much!" Noriko exclaimed with enthusiasm. It did excite her. 

"From this moment forward, you are my little sex slave. Your only purpose is to provide amusement by being by bondage toy or to pleasure me. You will obey my dear husband as well, and whoever else we might choose to let play with you. In return you will live with us in luxury. We will take good care of you. What do you think of that, slave?" 

"Mistress, I don't know what to say," Noriko gushed. Tears were almost flowing from her eyes. She could scarcely believe how generous her Mistress was being with her. She could hardly believe that at one time not so long ago, she wanted to leave this place.

"Say 'Thank you.'" Laura ordered. 

"Oh, thank you, Mistress, you are so kind and generous to me," Noriko blubbered with the utmost sincerity. "How can I repay you?" 

"In so many ways," Laura grinned. 

"I'll do anything you wish, Mistress!" Noriko exclaimed. "Just tell me!" 

"Well, for one thing, you will work for us now." Laura began. 

"You will use your talents as a thief to obtain all sorts of things from our competitors. Sometimes, you will be a mole to get inside other companies, and sometimes you may have to fuck a CEO or two to get information. You don't mind doing things like that do you, my little pet?" 

"No Mistress," Noriko assured Laura. "It will be my honor and duty to serve you." 

"That's good," Laura said as she petted Noriko gently with her hand. Noriko felt a rush at Laura's tenderness, and she almost creamed inside her cat suit. The now docile Asian beauty responded in a feline manner, moving her head to meet the soft stroking of her Mistress.

"Now that I see what a good slave you, are, I think you deserve a reward," Laura said, as she rolled Noriko onto her side and slowly unzipped the front of her cat suit. Noriko gasped and tensed up as Laura exposed her ripe breasts and reached up to pinch one of Noriko's fully erect nipples in her long manicured nails. 

"UMMMMMMMM!" Noriko moaned loudly when Laura leaned down to nibble on the other exposed nipple. She winced when her Mistress bit down harder, and an intense flood of arousal seized her body. Noriko could feel that she was now soaked between her legs where the crotch rope bit into the folds of her pussy.

Laura reached up with a hand and inserted her fingers into Noriko's open mouth to allow her to suckle them while she feasted on Noriko's succulent mounds. She allowed her other hand to roam over the smooth surface of Noriko's vinyl covered thighs and ass. 

In time, Laura loosened Noriko's ropes and knots, one by one, taking great care to continue stimulating Noriko's petite body so that through the long morning, Laura had worked Noriko into a sex-starved frenzy, pleading and begging for release.

"Please, Mistress, finish me!" Noriko screamed, back arched upward and fist digging into the satin pillows as Laura's mouth and tongue burrowed into her sweet pussy. 

Laura finally forced Noriko into a squealing orgasm, her lithe body wracked with spasms of ecstasy. When she was finished, Laura sat back and watched Noriko writhe and moan on the soaked sheets. Now it was her turn. 

Laura ordered Noriko to perform a number of sexual pleasures on her body as the morning moved into afternoon. The more her Mistress demanded and instructed, the more eager and aroused Noriko became until she was utterly exhausted and numb from her own countless orgasms. Afterwards, they both soaked their aching bodies in Laura's private bath, soaking and rubbing each other in the warm soapy water.

After her bath, Noriko was fitted with a new collar, leather thong, corset, garters and 6-inch pumps. Her wrists were cuffed one on each side to a thin chain wrapped around her tiny waist. Then she was led into the dining room to join Dominic for an early dinner. 

Noriko knelt obediently by the table as Dominic and Laura feasted on their succulent meal. The wealthy siblings occasionally fed their famished plaything by hand, making her plead and beg for the small morsels of roasted chicken and vegetables.

When dinner was over, Dominic and Laura retired to their home office meeting area to watch the evening's business news. 

"Come here and pleasure me, cunt," Dominic ordered as he sat back in his plush leather chair and lit up a cigar. 

Noriko scurried over eagerly and knelt before Dominic as he flipped through the news channels. Meanwhile, 

Laura browsed through her computer to look over their list of competitors. She glanced up and told Dominic, "I think I have the perfect first job for our new employee." 

"Oh, yea, where?" Dominic grunted as he shoved Noriko's head down and buried it in his lap to engulf his pulsating erection. 

"GENOM Corporation. They have a new chip that I've been dying to get my hands on," Laura said. 

"Sounds great," Dominic said, barely hearing his wife and unable to concentrate on the news as Noriko sucked him expertly. He couldn't get enough of her mouth. 

"Think of it, Dom," Laura smiled with great enthusiasm. "We now have Hiroko, our own personal corporate thief."

As Noriko sucked on Dominic contentedly, she felt a warm rush come over her. It felt wonderful to be owned by two such incredible people. She was virtually ecstatic. In time she would show them how useful and talented she could be. And surely they would reward her by tying her up or allowing her to fuck and pleasure them.

TO BE CONTINUED