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Undercover

By: startrooper



The rain fell in sheets, soaking everyone down to the bone. People ran for cover as the dark gray clouds scuttled overhead, dropping little water bombs everywhere. It was not the best day to be outside.

She ran from the little shop where she had tried to wait out the rain. A pressing appointment would no longer keep. Maybe she could have missed it, but she preferred to be there. They had told her that the clients really needed to see her this morning. It was a big deal and they were getting antsy.

Her short, auburn hair was plastered to her scalp as she dodged between cars. The thin blouse she had on was next to transparent from the rain. Her heavy breasts in her black bra were clearly visible to whomever looked. A short skirt, and now soaked black stockings, completed her ensemble. The skirt kept riding up as she leapt over puddles. The garter belt that she used to hold her stockings flashed out with each little jump. Several men saw this and smiled to themselves. Yes, even wet, especially wet, she was beautiful.

Fishing in her bag, she found her keys and pressed the unlock button. The little red sports car parked in front of her chirped in response. Opening the door, she threw her things into the back seat. As she was reaching for the lock, the passenger door flew open. She screamed and bumped back into her door as someone jumped into her car.

"Don't speak! Just do as I say and no one gets hurt!" the stranger drawled in a Aussie accent as he held out a gun. "Start the car!"

With a trembling hand, she put the keys in the ignition and turned the engine on. 

"Take it easy now... I promise not to hurt you. I just need a ride." He spoke softly. "Just drive slowly and don't try to wreck us. I know how you Yank drivers can be."

Did he just make a joke, she thought. My God! I'm being car-jacked and this guy's a comedian! She looked sideways at him as she pulled out into the road. Not too bad looking she thought. Actually kind of, well... adorable! Short brown hair and a peppered goatee framed a boyish face. Even sitting down, she could tell that he was tall and had a nice build. His jeans were wet and clung to him, especially to his crotch, outlining his manhood. She felt herself blush as she noticed this.

He smiled at her. "I really am sorry to trouble you, but have you ever tried to catch a cab in weather like this?" When he smiled, his hazel eyes sparkled. 

"I..." she stuttered. "I... have somewhere to be. They're expecting me! I can't take you anywhere!"

"Look... I'm the one holding the gun. I would prefer not to use it, but I really need to get out of the city right now. So please, just drive and let me think. No funny stuff and everything will work out with no worries. All right?"

With tears welling up in her eyes, she nodded. "Where... where are we going?"

"Just head east on I-10. I'll tell you where to turn off." Saying that, he placed the gun down in the seat beside him. 

Silence filled the car as she pulled out of town and onto the interstate. Only the sounds of raindrops and the wet tires slapping the pavement broke the quiet. She had stopped crying and was starting to shiver.

"I'm truly sorry, miss." he said. "Here, let me turn the heat on. I may be car-jacking you, but I really am an okay bloke."

He fiddled with the knobs. "Bloody blasted thing! Doesn't this work?"

She was shocked as she found herself starting to giggle. He was jiggling the knobs to the heater controls around and nothing was happening. He stopped and the look on his face sent her over the edge. Her laughter echoed in the car. 

Fearing that she may be losing it, he asked, "Miss.. are you okay?" As he said this, he couldn't help but notice her hardened nipples and her breasts jumping with every laugh.

She shook her head and tried to get control over herself. 'What am I doing,' she thought. 'But what is he doing? He's kidnapped me and he's worried about me being cold? What is going on?' Finally she was able to stifle her laughter and ask him a question.

"Why are you doing this? You don't look like anyone who would kidnap someone or steal a car."

He shook his head. "Trust me, miss. If there would have been any other way, I would have taken it. The less you know, the better off you'll be."

She slowed the car down and looked at him. "I do seem to be involved in whatever it is you are in. Or did you miss the fact that this is my Goddamn car you're sitting in! And I also happen to be sitting here, in this car, soaked to my fucking skin! So I think you owe me some answers!"

When she mention being soaked, he looked down again. Sure enough, what he saw caused his organ to harden. She noticed the swelling in his pants "Look miss..."

"My being wet is not for your amusement, mister!" she snapped. "And my name is not Miss! It's Shari!"

He smiled and she felt herself start to get wetter, and not from the rain! This was crazy!

"All right... Shari," he said her name in a drawn out fashion, causing her heart to skip a beat. "I have some very bad people after me. They would not be too nice to me if they caught me. Understand?"

"Are you running from the cops?" she asked.

"No... these blokes aren't... let's just say that I... oh hell!" he swore. "Look. I am a cop. I was undercover and my cover got blown. I've been on this case since Australia and I found out some things. Somehow my cover went south and now I'm on the run."

"Can't you just go to the cops here?"

"Sorry. I'm here kind of, uh... illegally." he shrugged. "Oh, and by the way, I wouldn't have used the gun."

Suprising herself, she replied, "I don't really think you would have needed it."

Neither one spoke as she continued down the highway. The rain had slowed some, but the roads were still slick. Shari concentrated on her driving as he concentrated on her. Her blouse was still wet and still see-through. Either from the cold, or from excitement, her nipples were standing straight out. He smiled as she shifted in the seat, causing her breasts to sway slightly.

Shari looked sideways and caught him looking at her chest. A faint blush crept up her neck. She felt herself growing moist between her legs. 'I can't believe I am getting turned on here!' she thought. 'Well, let's see where this goes...'

Looking back at the road, she leaned slightly forward. "I need some help here. I'm freezing!" she said with a pout.

He grinned and leaned in towards her. "No worries. What would you like me to do?" As he said this, he placed his hands on her back and started to massage her skin through her shirt. She could feel little electric sparks coming from his hands and warming her skin.

"This shirt is soaked, you know." he said. With that, he reached in front of her and started to undo her buttons. Rather than object, she leaned back into the seat to make it easier for him. When he reached the last button, she leaned forward again and he pulled the top off. She shivered which caused her heavy breasts to shimmy in her small bra. He smiled again. With one hand he undid the clasps on the back of her bra and pulled it off with the other. Now her breasts were out and the cold really hit them. Her nipples were like little rocks surrounded by her large aureolas. As he saw this, he felt his cock try to rip through his jeans.

"You really are cold, aren't you?" he asked. She just nodded and blushed. 

Leaning forward, he cupped her left breast in his hand and his fingers found her nipple. He slowly rolled the nub with his thumb, causing her to moan and shift in her seat. His mouth found her right nipple and covered it with his warmth. As he sucked in hard, she felt herself gush with juice. She knew that she had just made a bigger wet spot on the seat and she didn't care!

Shari leaned back in the seat and tried to concentrate on staying on the road as he continued his expert manipulation of her breasts and nipples. His fingers softly pinched and pulled her left nipple, causing sparks to shoot through her body. His mouth continued to work on the other one. His tongue flicked rapidly back and forth over the nipple that he held between his teeth. When he sucked in hard, she felt a mini-orgasm slam into her. Her pussy spasmed and more juice ran down her ass. She fought the wheel as the car skidded slightly.

"Fuck this!" she snapped and pulled the car quickly over to the side of the road. "You aren't going to tease me this way! So either put up, or get the hell out!"

"That's what I like!" he said with a grin. "A Sheila that knows her own mind!"

He dropped his seat back and slid into the back. She was right behind him. Before she could turn around, she felt his hands on the top of her skirt. With a sharp tug, he pulled it down, along with her stockings and garters. The air was cold as she lost her clothing. She tried to turn around and get into the seat. Hell, anyone driving by could see her! It was no use. 

He placed one hand on her back and the other around the front of her thighs. This caused her to be bent over the front seat with her ass in the air and her pussy open to his gaze. The thought brought on a fresh wave of juice. 

In the back seat, he smiled while looking down at the view and said, "My God! You look good enough to eat." With that, he plunged his stiff tongue deep into her vagina and licked downwards, finding her clit.

"What...?" she stammered, just before she screamed out in pleasure. "Oooooohhhhh.... Yesssss!!!"

He would start at the bottom, or top, with her clitoris and slowly dragged his tongue upwards and to the top of the crack of her ass. Then he would go back down again. Over and over, back and forth. Each time, he would changed the pace, slowly, then fast. Her ass bucked upwards each time he went down. 

Sliding his thumb into her sopping cunt, he moved his tongue to her ass. Her hole spasmed as he rimmed the tight circle. He flicked his tongue back and forth across the hole, while his thumb plumbed her pussy and his fingers manipulated her clit. She started to slam forward into the seat as her pussy exploded in orgasm. She bucked back against his face as she moaned and thrashed.

"Ooohhhh... ooooohhhhhhh....... Goooooooodddddddd..... eat me, you mother-fucker...... OOOOOhhhhhhhh..... GGGgoooooooodddddddd!!!!!!" she screamed as her body went from one orgasm to another. Her legs shook and her body trembled as he kept up the attack. "Ooohhhhhh....... oooooohhhhhhhhh.......oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.......... Gooooooooddddd!!!"

He slowly pulled his thumb out from her thoroughly soaked vagina. Her juice had run down her legs, soaking the seat back. Her asshole was still twitching as he moved back and raised his hips to take off his jeans. 

She was still moaning and trembling as he dropped his pants. His rock hard cock sprung out and quivered like a snake anticipating its meal. She tried to raise herself up and off of the seat, but her body was limp and weakened.

"Oh God..." she moaned. "That was great."

He smiled and put his hands on her hips. She felt his hard cock slide against her leg as he moved her over onto the seat. Her ass was still facing him as she looked down at the fabric. She pulled her legs up under her and moaned.

Without a word, he reached down under her and lifted her hips up towards him. Her pussy was open before his onslaught and he took advantage of it by slamming his long pole into her drenched cunt. "Jesus Christ!" she screamed out as his long, thick shaft ripped up into her. She felt a new orgasm slam into her already wracked body. She tensed and relaxed, and did it again as he slammed his dick in and out of her swollen pussy. 

He moaned as he felt her tight cunt walls close around his shaft. She was so tight and so wet. She felt so good wrapped around him. He leaned over her as he continued pistoning his cock inside of her and started to kiss her back. His hands reached in front of her and cupped her heavy breasts. As he pulled on her nipples, she started to moan out hard and loud. He moved his mouth up to her neck and bit down gently. His tongue traced up and down her skin, making her jump underneath him.

Their moans filled the car and the scent of sex hung heavy and pungent in the confined space. It was heady and both felt a little light headed. He from the sensations she was making him feel, her from one orgasm after another.

She started to thrust her pussy into his crotch. His balls slapped wetly into her clit with each plunge. His cock speared upwards into her, ever deeper, threatening to hit bottom. She cried out in exctasy as she came again. He held still for a moment as she tightened around him and then he pulled slowly out.

"Noooo..." she moaned, her head buried into the back seat.

He grasped his cock and slid it up the crack of her ass, positoning it over her tight back-door. She was slick and well lubed from her own copious sex juices. 

As she realized what he was about to do, her head snapped up. "What...?"

He pushed forward hard and popped his huge cock head into her tiny hole. She screamed out in pain and pleasure. "Ohhhhh!!! Stop... please...wait..."

He didn't wait. He slammed forward, burying his cock into her and causing her to try to scoot forward to avoid the assault. His huge cock burned as it slid inside of her. Her ass was on fire. She screamed out again. This time, he held still and let her get used to his size.

It wasn't a long wait. She was already so wet, he had no problem moving slowly back out and then slowly back in. She started to move her hips and buck against him. Her moans got louder and her body started to thrash more. He sped up his motions and started to slam in and out of her tight ass.

"Fuck me..." she panted. "Fuck my ass! Oohhh.... Oohhh... Oohhh... Oohhh... Oooooohhhhhhh!!!!" Her orgasm slammed into both of them.

He felt his own orgasm start to rush forward. He pushed as deep into her as he could, his wiry pubic hair was brushing her taut ass cheecks. "Uuggggghhhhh!!!" he grunted, as he shot his hot sticky wad deep into her bowels.

Shari's head snapped forward and down, her eyes grew wide and she moaned as she felt his burning lava coat her rectum. Her pussy started to spasm yet another time as she met his cumming with her own. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Their bodies spent, they collapsed onto the car seat. He was still buried in her ass and slowly eased out. His spent penis was covered in both of their juices and lay wetly across his thigh. She snuggled up against him, her body still shaking with little after-shocks from her multiple orgasms.

Looking up into his hazel eyes, she said, "Next time, it's my fantasy. But I did like this one."

He just smiled down at her with a wicked grin. "No worries."

Undercover



She awoke to feeling his hand on her thigh, rubbing gently. She thought about rolling over, but was still pleasantly sleepy and he obviously needed no encouragement. As she tried to keep her breathing regular, Lee's hands slipped up and down her back, not resting any one place, but lightly gliding over her skin from her waist to the base of her neck. 

Hopefully, she pretended to stir, stretching her arms out in front of her and was rewarded by the restless hand moving over her ribs to begin playing with her breasts. His palm began to make smooth circles over the top of her bra. Her nipples hardened, rising to try and meet his palm through the cloth. Then, slowly, the hand began to make its way downward, trailing ticklish lines across her stomach, flirting with the lacy edge of her panties. 

"Well," she thought, "no sense pretending to be asleep." BUT, no sense in rolling over either. Things seemed to be going pretty well with no help from her, so she'd just relax and, in her favorite line during sex, she mentally told Lee, "Do what you want to with me." 

His hand now dipped under the waistband, making slow zigzags down to where she began to feel herself becoming wet. His fingers made determined efforts at reaching her clitoris and she was not going to make it difficult for them. She scissored her right leg back, and her left forward, making it easy for them to have free roam. As a result, she let out a small sigh as his fingers found first her clit, and then slid their tips inside her, wetting them, and then resuming a lovely slippery circle over and around her node. 

Feeling pressure from his left free hand under her hip, she raised up, and he wasted no time in relieving her of her panties. She rolled onto her back to make it even easier for him and felt the bed shift as she did. Looking over, she saw that he had disappeared beneath the covers and knew what was coming. Mary was glad that she had showered the night before so that she could relax and not worry about "morning breath." His hands slid to her thighs, opening them. Hot breath on her skin became a wet tongue on her clit. She moaned. 

"I wish I could se him," she said glancing down at the mass beneath the covers, "but I don't feel like putting on my glasses, anyway." In fact, she lied there enjoying the underwater effect her nearsightedness put on the darkened room. She loved oral sex, no doubt about it. The only drawback was that Lee couldn't be inside of her when she came. So, as usual, when she felt those waves starting to rise and the trembling deep within her body she started to say "come have sex with me" when she felt something warm and hard pressing against the outside of her vagina. Slowly it circled, making itself wet, dipping deeper inside her with each wonderful lap. 

"How in the hell is he laying?!" she thought. He wasn't laying on her at all, not letting any of his weight fall on her or any of himself touch her except for that beautiful dick, that was teasing her with little 1-inch thrusts. "Oh, just come inside me," she almost yelled, and then nearly came out of her skin when Lee's voice answered from across the room, "No, not yet." 

Before she could get out another question, the penis, or whatever was flirting with the idea of fucking her quit kidding around. She felt herself become filled as whatever unseen cock began to move in and out of her like the world's best piston. At the same time, that hot wet tongue returned to its job as well--circling, pressing, flattening her clit and making her as wet as a shower would. 

"What is going on?" she was about to say, but it was pretty damn obvious what was going on. She was getting licked and fucked by something and someone she couldn't see, but it was Lee's idea. Glancing around the room, she finally located a Lee-shaped blur in the corner. Addressing the darkness, and concentrating on talking as that cock and tongue kept busy, she said, "who's under the cover? When are you coming over here to um.....help?" 

A two word response. "You'll see." 

Ok then, she thought, and resigned herself to waiting and enjoying. It wasn't too terribly difficult. Whoever was down there had an amazing tongue and some nice toys. She writhed as she felt an orgasm chasing her in the darkness, and she let it catch her. She had something nice and hard in side of her and she ached to squeeze her pussy around it as the spasms started. She nearly came off the bed as the muscles in her thighs and lower back "bounced" her on the mattress. From the corner she heard a low laugh and two more words. 

"My turn" 

He quickly slid into bed, as the unseen lover seemed to melt in the blurry darkness, a shadow leaving the room. "What was all this about?" she asked. "A simple game of 'I want'" he replied. "We always ask each other what do you want during sex. I just answered for you." 

"Well, what do you want, Lee?" 

No verbal response, but he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach. Seizing her hips again, he centered himself behind her, kicking her legs apart and catching her when she nearly fell back to the mattress. With one quick thrust, he was inside her to the hilt. She moaned loudly, as she felt his legs slam into her ass, his testicles swinging against her mound. He rammed faster and faster, his hands slipping around her hips, the heels of his hands still forcing her back again and again as the fingers of one hand laid her clit bare for the other to play with. Almost instantly, she felt herself beginning to tremble again, and before she could even ask him to fuck her as hard as she wanted, she erupted in a thrashing orgasm, slamming herself willingly back into that rock hard dick. She felt him tense and he grabbed her waist viciously, burying himself as he poured cum insider of her. He rocked her back and forth with every spasm, finally letting her go as he collapsed on top of her. 

Panting, they lay there. Finally, as if it was explanation enough, he said, "Good morning."



Undercover



The last mission had been just short of disaster. What had promised in the beginning to be a simple extraction from Geneva of two defecting Chechens had turned out to be a trap for both sides, with a double agent in our side selling out to a third, unknown party. There were no goodbyes or tears when we left - guns had been shot, people killed, and your truly got a lead souvenir in his shoulder that still hurts when I turn to the right. If it had not been for my daughter, my 'backup,' I would have just shouted "Screw You!" and gone down fighting.

That, my friend, is life in the covert business. It' so very easy to die - and just as difficult to stay alive.

For Rebacca, my twenty-two year old daughter, I suppose the choice was pretty easy. She had been pulled into the murky world of post-Cold War espionage by accident, a ploy that had backfired on her abductors who had figured that they could use her to get to her mother - incidentally, my boss. Not only did Becky escape their clutches, she managed to sabotage enough of their vehicles so that the cops had everything on a silver platter. For an ordinary sixteen-year old, that must have been something, but for my daughter, being the product of two people in the same business made it as easy as learning to eat. 

Before I knew it, she had accompanied me to Belfast, a perky seventeen-year old girl with a camera that wouldn't stop clicking. While I had objected in the beginning, fearing more her safety than anything else, it was soon made clear to me that she wasn't to be dropped of the team. Good operatives were hard to come by, and for her, 'good' was an insult. Within a couple of months, though, I was forced to reevaluate my reservations. I haven't worked with anybody else since then.

Besides, being family made unspoken communications clearer. She could understand me even before I did, and vice versa. That was something the Agency respected.

Ah! The Agency - our code for the Inter-Agencies Agency, a silent group that could execute the CIA's requirements within the US (the CIA, constitutionally, can't operate domestically) or investigate for the FBI internationally, sidestepping Interpol, or even clean out the NSA once in a while - God, the entire place was full of moles! I was fomer G-2, Army Intel, and perhaps the only person to have walked into the Kremlin empty-handed and walked out unhurt - and with 'certain' files towards the end of the Cold war. 

So I guess it was not much of a surprise when the office summoned us for a meeting in DC , with the Director herself. My wife. Being in the same line of work ensured that the time that we did spend together was quality time, and we made it a point never to discuss office matters at home. When she could be home, that is.

"How was the last mission?" she asked.

"Bummer. What happened to the traitor,  by the way?"

She grinned. "Apparently, the catch was too valuable - and they lost it. We found your buddy washed up from the Seine, Paris, with his throat slit. And his penis cut off."

Rebacca giggled. "Served him right. And that pig wanted me to go to his room alone!"

"I guess that absolves us of any guilt, then," my wife grinned back. "Either way, his penis would have been cut off!"

This was normal, professional conversation in our family. 

Then my wife Deborah became serious. "Another situation has come up."

"Go on."

"You have to go under cover."

"So what else is new?"

"Both of you."

"Where?"

"New York."

"The Apple? What's the deal?"

"Mossad. A gang of theirs wants to talk to a businessman. Jewish businessman."

"And I suppose I am to be Abraham."

"Correct. You are Ribbins, Abraham Ribbins. Rebacca will pose as your wife."

This was a first. Of all the things we had acted, husband and wife had been excepted. Now that was being remedied. But I had to be sure I heard well. "Excuse me?" Rebacca asked the same question at almost the same time.

"A few years ago, we created an exporter by the name of Ribbins. Totally fictitious, a fifth-generation convert - not exactly a Jew from centuries, but just long enough to have it in his blood. A complete dossier was generated, the image cultivated being that of a recluse who had finally tied the knot after forty-three years. Now, incidentally, he matches your description - the other way around, rather - and his young wife can look like anybody we say.

"Now what we want is a couple - but the stakes are high. We need to know what they are doing, without letting them know that we have a man in their department. No compromise on security, no risking exposure."

"What's the op?"

"The Desert Star, a five star hotel in Manhattan. Ritzy, expensive. You will check in from Texas for a week, minimum, and register as husband and wife. Now, it's quite unlikely that the rooms are bugged, but you will have to take precautions. Probably, you will get the King's Suite, their most expensive accomodation, but don't worry about the tab - your company, the Elixir Merchant Corporation will finance that."

"The Elixir Merchant Corporation? Tell me, honey, do we actually have a department in here that comes up with these names? Or do you just think them up in your spare time?"

Debbie laughed softly. "We do have a department for these things, Jack. After all, we've got to justify the billion dollars we get every month!"

As we walked out, she chuckled and said, "Becky, I know this is the first assignment you are acting as your father's wife, but please don't get any ideas."

I must have blushed when my daughter pretended to check me out, her eyes pausing for the briefest of seconds on my trim stomach before moving downwards. Thankfully, any reaction I might have had was left unnoticed. 

"I'll try," my daughter quipped back, patting me on my buttocks, "But I can't make any promises!"

I had to tell myself twice that she was only joking before I could convince myself.

In deception, there are no half-measures. Which is why we caught an international flight from Bali, where we were supposed to have had our honeymoon, to Fort Worth, and then to NYC. We arrived by eight in the night, in a limousine that stretched two blocks, and checked in as Mrs. and Mr. Abraham Ribbins. The porter took us to the King's Suite, just as my wife had predicted, and we - actually, my daughter, looking quite undaughterly in her off-the-shoulder top and slitted skirt, mischieviously asked him for a Do Not Disturb Sign.

"And," Rebacca - as Rebacca -  asked, throwing her arms around my neck and making me sit on the sofa, she in my lap, "Could you please inform the front desk that all messages are to wait until morning - wait! Better yet, we haven't checked in yet. We don't want any disturbances tonight, do we, Darling?" The last word rolled in her tongue in an exotic, sensuous fashion, and the alarm bells went off as my cock twitched under her weight. Then, as if for emphasis, and even before I had composed myself, her soft lips pressed into mine, kissing, yet... not kissing.

We had agreed within ourselves that we couldn't do away with such shows of affection. Sex was a different matter, or so we thought - sounds could be made, convincing sounds, with little or no effort. But I hadn't expected her to start on the kissing as soon as we had arrived - okay, so we had mouthed a little back at the airport, for purely surveilaance's benefit, but the tongues had stayed inside then. As we promised they would.

Now, the kissing was slightly different. Perhaps it was the boldness of being away from Agency eyes, or perhaps it was just temptation - or perhaps both, but there was so 'perhaps' about the fact that her tongue had ventured out, running its tip over my slightly opened lips. Before I could adjust, however, she squeezed her tongue between my lips and touched my teeth - and before I knew it, she made a loud kissing sound as she pulled away.

"Sorry, hun," she said brightly, "Just couldn't resist those lips of yours." 

Since the Mossad ops were probably listening in, I figured it was just theatrics. "Same here, sweetie. But I don't think my teeth will ever taste half as sweet as yours - or be half as soft."

She gave a small, sincere laugh. "My dear, I hope you weren't thinking of becoming a poet."

"You could make me one, yet, my love," I replied, suddenly realizing how true that was. Be professional, I told myself, and of all the people... but her lips had been too....

Our eyes met, hers agreeing that the acting had been good, maybe even acknowledging my compliment, mine searching to see if she had read anything more into it. Apparently, she hadn't.

"Let me go take a shower," she said, "I feel so sticky in these things."

"Why don't you stick to me, baby?" She turned sharply, my question an unexpected one, and I winked softly at her that the act was still on, "Or better yet, why don't we un-stick together?"

She ruffled my hair in a loving manner, approving of my husbandly overtures, amused that I was being so good at it despite being her father, and replied, "I don't think so. Neither of us would get anything tonight then - and we had promised Rasmussen a call later. Maybe... later."

I hadn't counted on another kiss, though, and I was more than pleasantly surprised when she placed a hand on my thigh as she kissed me softly again. Then, to add further to my troubles, she just slid her top off her shoulders, and I remember thanking God she still had her bra on - I don't think my hands would have kept silent had she been bare under her top, and although it still wasn't much, it was something. At least, a feeble attempt at modesty. For the bra that she was wearing was a strapless, bikini-model, and almost showed the pink circle around her nipple. 

"Here," she taunted, throwing the silky material onto my lap, "Would you be a dear and give this and the rest of the laundry to the hotel service while I have my bath? Thanks." 

With another quick peck, she turned and walked away, not even looking back as she stepped out of the skirt at the bathroom door. Her thong was reduced to a line at her back, and although I had seen her, especially of late, in such states of undress, the knowledge that I was 'being her husband' was getting a little too exciting for comfort.

Presently, there was a knock at the door. This, I knew, would be an Agency contact who would tell me whether the room was video-bugged. If it wasn't, sounds would suffice. If it was... I didn't even want to think of the alternatives.

The man at the door was the hotel photographer, a bald man with a pot belly, with a Polaroid that hung around his neck. That in itself was answer enough - if it had been an Olympus, that would have signified only sound-bugging. A Nikon meant no bugs at all! But here was the polaroid - and the room was, indeed, under internal video surveillance.

"Sir," the man began, "Would you like to have some pictures taken of you and your beautiful wife?" 

For a fleeting second, I thought of how my daughter might look naked. How a picture of her naked would be.... Goddam it, this was not the time! I shook my head at the man. "I would think not, my man," I said in an officious, almost contemptuous manner - and the manner signalled that I had understood his message - "And a Polaroid could hardly do justice to my wife. Come back when you have a better make." The man began to sputter - another code that he had finished - and I proceeded to shut the door in his face.

I came back into the bedroom and picked up a magazine, ostentatiously to read, actually to mislead the ops watching, while I tried to think of a solution to the dilemma. Shorting the video circuit was out - especially when I wasn't supposed to have any idea I was being watched. I could take Rebacca out for a walk, explain the situation - but one doesn't walk at night in Manhattan. Not even operatives like us. 

The only way I could think was to actually 'consummate' our 'marriage.' And I had a pretty strong feeling she wasn't going to like it if I pulled off the nonsense. And I didn't particularly savor the idea of having my penis cut off. 

The door clicked open, and my 'wife' walked in. I suppressed an urge to drop my jaw when I saw that all she had on was a towel, wet at that, that barely covered her cunt. Her blonde hair was still damp, clinging to her bare shoulders like a protective blanket, and the dew that had gathered in drops along her forehead gave her an elf-like look. Cute was an inferior adjective, desirable just an adequate one. The one that really fit the bill was unattainable. And beautiful. A more unrelated man might have just swept her into his arms and made love, but a father is hardly an unrelated man.

No matter how hard he wishes he were!

"Anything interesting happen while I was gone?" she asked. Definitely she must have noticed my eyes on her. And those legs! A man could die for them. Hell, in this day and age, even a woman would.

"The hotel's photographer came," I replied absently, as if such an incident were even worthy of attention, but in the absence of anything more, it would have to do, "Apparently, the poor chap goes around with a Polaroid."

Her eyes betrayed the dismay in them - quite probably, she had also pondered over the same thing that had bothered me. What now? her eyes asked me.

"Have I complimented you on how sexy you look in that? Just a towel?" I grinned wolfishly, sending my idea across to her in the oblique manner. 

Her eyes widened again, but even as she recovered from the suggestion, she formulated an answer. "I don't think you have ever complimented me on what I wear, darling!"

"Well," I was getting bolder. "Let me start now. You look gorgeous with that wet look, you know. Kinda reminds me of Bali..."

She batted her eyelids twice, telling me that she wasn't too sure if that was the only course of action. I glanced towards the door - we could bolt before they had even realized that the had been had, but, reminded her professionalism, the moment we did that, the known network there would ship out to an anonymous shore. Too much to lose. She batted her eyelids twice again.

"What about Bali?" she countered suddenly. "You dirty rascal - you wouldn't even give me time to put anything on. It was either the beach or the bedroom." As she said the last word, she winked once. Okay!

"Was that a complaint?" Confirmation needed.

"Maybe," she said, now walking closer, tantalisingly swaying her hips, and I could almost make out the lips on this beautiful being that I had been blessed with as a daughter. "Maybe not."

She stopped, smiling. "You could make up for it, though. Rasmussen can wait!" A wink. Once. 

I stood up, flinging the book into one corner of the bedroom. And even as it flew across the room, I was in front of Rebacca, inches in front, and about to embark on the one incident that could change our relationship forever. Perhaps we would regret it later - perhaps Deborah would learn of it and send in a hit-team - but if it happened, death would be a small dent. I would die happy.

The right hand, of its own volition, hooked its thumb into the knot of the towel. The knot, strategically placed between her breasts, was just a simple tug away from getting undone - and with it, the towel would slide down, letting me see my daughter in a way few others in history had. I waited for one final affirmation from her eyes, but it did not come - the acquiscence was more concrete. 

She palced her hand on top of mine and gave a gentle push downwards. The only sound other than our breathing was the swish of the towel as it freed her body to my eyes and pooled at her feet. I found myself now touching one of her breasts.

They were of an apple size, and now just as rosy, the nipple darkening even as I watched it. I opened my palm and placed it over her nipple, the hard bud throbbing against my hand, and I placed it between two fingers and squeezed ever so slightly. A moan, louder than I had anticipated, escaped from her red lips, and her eyes closed as I kissed her forehead lightly. The cameras were forgotten, our parent-child relationship fogotten, the assignment forgotten - the only thing remembered was the love I felt for her and the love she felt for me.

Her hand snaked around my neck and pulled me down. Our lips met, but unlike the previous times, we opened up on contact and allowed our tongues free reign. Having never tasted her mouth before, it was like a whole new world had been opened to me - literally. I explored every possible corner in her mouth, and then just enjoyed the kiss some more. There was somehting in the languid manner that she rolled her tongue over mine that made me want to keep on kissing her till eternity - but I also knew that if the kissing were this good, the lovemaking would be extraordinary. At least, for me.

Her hands fumbled around my waist as they searched for the belt clasp, but once they found it, no time was lost. Hastily, almost impatiently, my $200 pant-piece was pushed down to my ankles, and from there, my daughter proceeded to stomp it down into the ground. The boxers were next, and even before they had touched the floor, Rebacca slid her leg in between mine and wrapped it around my right leg. 

The action tripped me, and by relation of the fact that we were holding onto each other tightly, she tripped too. The floor carpet cushioned our fall - although I doubt I would have even noticed it if I had cracked my head on the floor - and the kiss was still unbroken. She was on top of me at first, but in the midst of all the wild kissing that had now replaced earlier's slow kiss, neither of us noticed the fact that we were rolling on the floor. It was only when my back sounded a solid thump of protest against the wall that we parted lips.

The first reaction was to laugh. Here we were, father and daughter, making out so awkwardly that it was funny. Rolling on the floor. Me in just a shirt - and a tie that I hadn't yet taken off - while being naked from the waist below. She beautifully nude, a picture of perfection with high breasts and hairless femininity. Our legs interwoven into disfiguration. Her blonde hair all around my face - and her earrings making little jingles of delight. Tears came, but they were happiness at the absence of rejection. I don't know how long I had wanted something like this - but I knew I could never live without it now.

We rolled over again, stopping with me atop her, something like the missionary position, and I reared up on my hands just long enough for her to remove my shirt and tie. That done, I dove in like an eagle, going for her neck, wanting to taste every little part of her body, and the sensation of hearing her laugh as I tickled her mercilessly along her sides, was priceless. Her skin, save for her breasts that were sticky from my sweat, were so smooth to the touch that I had to ascertain that it was, indeed, her skin that I was tickling - and not the polished floor. 

It was a good thing that we had an entire suite - had it been a smaller room, the neighbors would have complained about all the thumping that was going on. I swear I was innocent - it was Rebacca who bucked up every time I flicked my tongue over her body. All I had to do was breathe on her breast and she would moan loudly. Her nipples were the most sensitive I had ever seen - and by the time I had even suckled on one, she had orgasmed almost twice. 

After more than three quarters of an hour of foreplay, during which we would just thrust and parry against each other's overtures, alternating in attention given and received, it was time to blow the whole waterworks. I had shot off a load prematurely half an hour ago, and by an unspoken design, both of us had delayed until we could satisfy simultaneously. Still on the floor, Rebacca gave my nipple one last tug before she pulled herself ahead, so that I could position for maximum intimacy.




Undercover



I couldn't resist teasing the woman underneath me with my cock, rubbing it against her lower lips without actually entering her, until finally, with a cry of frustration, she thrust against me, impaling herself on my cock, and the look on her face revealed that it was probably deeper than anything - or anyone - she had ever had, or, then again, perhaps it was just the fact that her father was finally inside her, coupling with her. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip - I kissed her lips again, opening them up as we started to rock against each other.

The climax came when I was beneath her, having rolled laterally so that she wouldn't have to support me, and when the waves had washed over, the two of us lay together for sometime, just enjoying the most unforgettable lovemaking either of us had ever experienced. Her head was beside mine, cradled on my shoulder, and the two of us nibbled on each other's earlobes, too exhausted to do anything else.

I was aware that the airconditioning was reducing the slop between our legs to a smelly glue, but there was nothing that would have made me give up the intimacy of the moment. Her hair was like a golden curtain, and I will forever cherish the way it fell about my face, as if enveloping me, with its bright strands. It was dishelved, no doubt, but in its dishelvement was an element I found sensual. 

"Dad," she whispered softly, so softly that it took upon the years of hearing her say the word to recognise it, and then, in a slightly louder voice, though just as sincere, "I love you." I closed my eyes so that the world wouldn't be so blurred. 

I cupped the back of her head and nudged it closer to my face. "I love you too, honey. I love you a lot."

Then, after a few seconds, she spoke again. "You realize we've made a mess on the carpet. What are you going to say if they put it on the bill?" 

I opened my eyes to find her looking at me, a wry smile on her face. Her hands were rigid on either side of the face, and while she had curved her upper body away from mine, the lower halves were still in the holds of each other, and the heat still refused to fade away. In fact, it was growing again. Her blue eyes gazed into mine, blues that could put the summer oceans to shame, and I smiled at her, marvelling at the Fate that decreed that such beauty should be mine, even for the shortest of times.

"If they put it on the bill," I joked back, "I will just buy the whole, goddamned hotel and then..."

"Then what, my dear love?"

"And then, darling, we'll stay here and stain all the carpets. Then, maybe, I'll make it a museum. People would pay to see this, you know."

"Really? And what will we be doing in the meantime?"

I kissed the tip of her nose. "Making other museums."

To cut a long story short, the week passed in futility as far as the assignment was concerned, but it wasn't until the same photographer called on us the next Saturday - the ninth day - with a Nikon around his neck. I turned him away, but did I detect a slight smirk on his face?...

Rebacca and I couldn't wait to have the debriefing done and over with, and it called upon all our resources of self-control to wait 'patiently' while the analysts went over the details. That done, we took the first flight home, holding hands all during the flight, giggling like the lovers that we were at the little things, just being close... and home had never looked sweeter, especially when just a lock away lay the key to us becoming one again. For four full days, we turned on the answering machine, returning only Debbie's calls, and spent the rest of the time making love. 

And still, we hadn't had enough of each other...

If you thought that is where we left you off, think again. In my profession, life is a concentric helix - it just goes on and on. Or so I thought. Therefore, it hadn't been a big deal when Deborah summoned us to the office for another talk on 'that last mission.' I wouldn't mind, and I knew Rebacca damn sure wouldn't, It was getting close to a month since it had all begun, but as far as Rebacca and I were concerned, we couldn't make love enough times.

The thing that shocked me - and Rebacca - when we entered my wife's office, Director of Inter-Agencies Agency, was the huge television screen that occupied the background. Not its presence as much as what it showed. There were nine squares on the screen, and each screen showed the same two people.

Rebacca and I.

In the hotel. Making love on the floor. Showering together. Making love on the bed. On the couch. Just relaxing in the tub. Talking. Kissing... every intimate moment. And by relation, every single word.

We had been set up. By my wife. By the Director of the Agency for which we had risked our lives.

Why?

"Before I explain, let me apologise," began my wife, meeting my questioning stare with a relaxed, almost smiling expression, while my daughter was gripping my hand so tightly she was cutting off circulation. "On second thought, let me explain first. Maybe you will accept the apology then."

Why?

"The Administration is changing, and everyone knows that. That means a significant policy shift - where people in the field are concerned, that's a near-death sentence, if rumors out of the White House are anything to go by. And you two are the only people in this world for me - and I damn near died, Jack, when I heard that you were injured in Geneva. Maybe it's my weakness, but I couldn't cope with anything I was supposed to until it was confirmed that both of you were alright.

"I had to make a decision, Jack. It was a selfish decision, I know, and by pulling an experienced man like you out of the loop, I put a lot of things back near square one - but I realized that the fear would always haunt me everytime you were out there, amongst bullets, between cross-purposes. And all it would take was one little leak...

"Not to mention Rebacca." She met Rebacca's eyes, and smiled warmly. Rebacca didn't smile back, but her grip slackened considerably. "Our only child. You are just as precious to me as the day you were born, and there is not a single day that goes by that I want to make sure that you are alright. Just for that confirmation that you are happy. Then, when you took to the field ops, I managed to convince the Director to team you up - you could watch out for each other.

"And then, Geneva brought back all the doubts, all the fears.

"That was why I set this up. To get you out. I figured I would let them blackmail you... something like that - and the factor of the two of you falling foreach other so hard was never considered. We - I - figured a week of sex, and then you would decide that it was too much to ask of - but when it became love, it became the perfect solution.

"Also the perfect excuse."

"Excuse?" Things were making sense, but only barely.

"You are getting soft, Jack." She smiled ruefully. "Not that it is an insult, though - but you performed when others couldn't, and even in this case, you were still a good operator, but face it - you never did spot the deviation, did you?"

She had a point, and I had to concede  it. "There were a few things that were odd about it - like why the Mossad would choose to get involved with a person so obviously fictitious... among many things."

"But you didn't spot it, did you? Neither did you, Reb. By the time the second day had dawned, you had eyes only for each other." I glanced at my daughter and saw that she was blushing furiously. I wasn't too sure I wasn't blushing too. "Just imagine. If it had been a real sting, and in the midst of a crisis, if you had gone soft... That made everything worth the time and the effort. And the lies.

"I am sorry. I truly am. I don't know what I can say."

The three of us sat in silence for a few minutes, each mind studying the other two. Rebacca was the first one to speak, and she asked the question I had been to afraid to. "What now?"

"I suppose I should ask you that question, given that the two of you seem to have some definite ideas as far as the future is concerned."

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think I mean?"

"Are you suggesting that we carry on?"

"Why not? Since, as of this moment, you are terminated from Agency service, I don't see any commitments still holding."

"And you wouldn't mind?"

"Give me one reason why I should!"

"Well!" Rebacca paused, looking at me with an unbelieving expression on her petite face. "To put it succinctly, he is your husband and I am your daughter. As in... incest?"

"So..."

Now I am sure I balked along with my daughter - my lover. 

Debbie smiled patronisingly. "When you sit here and think of the family you could lose, you find that their happiness doesn't have a price-tag attached it. I am lucky - most people realize the value of their family only when they lose it - I don't want to make that mistake." Abruptly, she picked up another file and tossed it towards us.

"What gives?" I asked, gesturing towards the file.

"It's a house deed. In Tixeltown, 150 miles down DC. It's a village, actually - nice people, people who won't give a damn if Rebacca calls you Daddy."

"And why would other people give a damn if Rebacca called me Daddy?"

"I have often thought about that myself, but a woman just doesn't call her husband 'Daddy' these days without meaning it."

"Husband - "

"Honey, if I have to spell it out to you, I will - I want you and your father to move in as husband and wife, complete with the wedding coverage. Then settle down in Tixeltown, it's close enough for me to visit when I want to, yet removed from any immediate danger."

Well, that's just what we did. Rebacca and I got married, with all the papers to prove that we did, and moved into the quaint village that my wife had recommended. Rather than go anywhere else for our honeymoon, the two of us decided to spend the golden phase within our new home, running around naked and doing nothing else but fool around. I guess that's why she missed her period that month - and for the next nine months. Debbie, now that she has a grandson to fuss over, comes over every other weekend. 

And when she arrives this Saturday, she's got another news waiting for her - Rebacca's pregnant again.

Uh-oh! I hear my 'wife' calling me - really, for a daughter, she has really become too demanding. Not that I'll complain, though - not when she is just as eager as I am to go undercover... I mean, under the covers.



Undercover



The whole of this story is untrue, any resemblance to those people, places or events is purely coincidence. I always encourage you to wear protection, but in this story its purely fantasy.

Working as an undercover cop posed certain risk I never new how much risk until I got my last assignment. I was working narcotics on the south side we had this particular band of dealers in our sights for a while now, but it was too hard to do surveillance on them due to their location. There was only one building adjacent the them that would work and it was a brownstone apartment building that was known to house only gays. 

My name is Richard Casey my captain ordered me to obtain housing in this building to maintain surveillance on the dealers.

"You'll find away Rich I know you will," Capt. Edwards said.

"But sir, I'm not gay. How am I going to be able to fit in there?" I said.

"I have confidence in you, now get the hell out of my office," Capt. Edwards said.

"Yes sir," I said with a salute and left the office.

I was in deep shit this time, gay how the hell am I going to act gay. I doubt I'm going to be able to pull this one off but it was my job to get this scum off the streets. I contacted the owner of the brownstone and found out there was a vacancy, I asked to be able to look at it the next day.

That morning I was in a panic as to what to wear to look gay, I settled on just a pair of torn jeans, white tee and a sports jacket. I put a little more bounce in my step than I would regularly and set out to meet with Paul Wingate the owner of the apartment building.

Arriving my stomach was in knots but I knew I had to pull this off if I was going to get the goods on the gang across the street. I rang the bell as he instructed a deep voice answered.

"Yes," said the voice.

"Oh yes, this is Rich Casey we talked on the phone yesterday about the apartment you have to rent," I said.

"Yes of course, come in," he said as the buzzer sounded.

I walked into the foyer of the building it was very beautiful, the walls were an off white to contrast the exposed brick walls, and dark wood work. The furniture was pretty much like you would find at your grandma's house, but I guess they call it retro. The couch in the living area was a dark green color, a round coffee table with a black wing backed chair sitting near the fireplace. I turned to look down a long hall and I heard someone clear their throat I turned around and came face to face with a blonde haired blue eyed man standing in front of me. 

"You must be Paul," I said with my hand out stretched. 

"Yes, Rich is it?" he said taking my hand.

"Nice to meet you," I said letting go of his hand.

"You too. Well what do you think?" he said with his arms opened out.

"I think it is absolutely beautiful," I said with a smile.

"I am glad you like it. Now the room I want to show you is on the third floor, it's a corner room facing the street. We are really a family living unit here, we share the cooking, cleaning, shopping, etc.. we work it out on a rotating schedule. We share all the living spaces but your room is yours privately. Any questions?" he said moving toward the staircase.

"I had no idea, I thought I would have my own apartment, but really its fine may I see the room," I said.

This would never do sharing spaces with gay men, how the hell was this going to work. A corner room is a lucky break, but damn this was not going to be easy.

The climb to the third floor was fairly easy due to the curve of the staircase. From what he said the second and third floors had three bedrooms and a bathroom on each end of the hall. I would have the bedroom and bathroom on the outside wall, which meant that I would have the least amount of noise from the other boarders. There was a lounge area as you topped the stairs. Down the hall we headed to the green door with the letter H on it.

"Well this is it," he said using a key and opening the door.

"This is really great," I said stepping inside.

"what do you think?" he said as we moved inside the room.

It was a huge room, a king size sleigh bed took up one wall with dark oak side tables, a huge armoire took up another wall with a desk beside it. The wallpaper left something to be desired a sort of fleur de lis pattern in dark blue, the curtains were a contrasting blue with tassel tie backs. The bay window seat in the corner was wonderful and a great place to set up my equipment.

"Well I think it's wonderful, and how much did you say the rent was?" 

"It's $425.00 a month, plus the $25 a week towards groceries. Do you think you want it then?"

"Yes, I do believe I will take it."

"Great, when do you want to move in?"

"Well how about tomorrow?"

"Sounds good. Lets go down stairs and fill out the rent agreement," he said turning and heading out the door.

"Okay," I said following him out the door.

I signed the agreement paid the two months rent ahead of course the department was paying for it so it wasn't coming out of my pocket. I told Paul I would see him in the morning and headed out to pack a few things from my place. I had to make sure it looked like I would be staying for a while so I planned to take a lot of things from home to make it easier on me. Of course anything having to do with the force I would leave behind. This assignment was going to be pretty difficult, I was not sure I was going to make it out of this one unscathed. 

The next day I had borrowed one of the day shift guys car to make it look better than showing up in a big truck. I put all the stuff I had planned to take with me, I pulled up into my parking spot and began unloading the boxes.

After taking everything upstairs, I set up the camera at the bay window. Looking through the lens I could tell it was going to be a good angle from there. I shot off a few photos of a few potential suspects, or at the least witnesses.

I headed down stairs where I met up with Paul, he was fixing some lunch and asked me to join him. We sat and talked about the house and the people who lived there. He told me that only a few of the guys who lived there were in relationships. That his partner had died several years before of a AIDS related disease, not that he had AIDS. It was a very sad story and one that was hard to hear, but I had to keep up appearances. 

I went to my room typed up my report such as it was so far and emailed it to my captain. Peering through the camera nothing noticeable was going on at that time.

At supper I met most of the residents there was Daniel, a bookkeeper for a small law firm. Roger, works at a AD agency. Shawn, the youngest tenant at 20 works in a retail store. Rodney, the most flamboyant one works at a fashion warehouse. T.J., works in a hospital as a x-ray tech. Paul of course runs an online business for web design.

As I ate I could feel eyes settling on me, I looked up and it was Shawn. When he saw me looking back at him he looked down and continued to eat. Something about him made me feel weird in what way I was not sure. 

A few days in I had gotten a lot of good surveillance shots, the night vision camera helped with keep tabs on the guys across the street. There was a lot of activity going on there but not enough to get a probable cause warrant. I put the camera equipment in the bench under the window during the day so just in case I should have company I didn't have to come up with a cover story, my work cover story was even harder, during the day I went home to my place and kept up with things there, stopped by the station a few times or went to the movies just to make it look like a had a job for a few hours each day.

That evening I was showering when I heard the door open, I must have forgotten to lock the door. I looked out the curtain which for some reason someone thought it would be a great idea to put a see through shower curtain in there. It was Shawn that came through the door.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Would it be alright if I used the bathroom. Roger is in the other one and he takes forever."

"No, sure its fine."

Shawn sat down on the stool and I tried to keep my mind on taking my shower. But his proximity was becoming a problem, I don't know what it was about him, but something about him made my heart or just my loins stir. I think it was the way he looks at me. I continued soaping my body down and I know I could feel his eyes on me. I tried to look over at him without him catching me. He was sitting there stroking his cock, and what a cock for a young guy. I bet it was all of 8" and at least 4 or 5" around. I could not believe what I was thinking, to be thinking of any guy in this way was not who or what I was. I don't know if it was the environment of this house or just being around him but I was beginning to have strange thoughts of what it might be like to touch him or be touched by him.

I rinsed the soap off my body and prepared to get out of the shower even though Shawn had not yet left the bathroom. I turned off the water and reached out to the towel bar for a towel, opening the curtain I stepped from the shower and began to dry off.

Shawn flushed the toilet but did not move to leave the bathroom, I turned around and his pants were still down around his ankles, his cock was enormous, and his eyes were staring down my whole body.

He reached a hand out and took hold of my cock, my cock was a good 7 ½" and he continued to move his hand up and down the length of my cock, it didn't take much for it to become rock hard. All I could do was hold onto the sink behind me and watch with anticipation of what he would do next. He looked up at me several times, as he stroked my cock. Then he lowered his head to my cock, took it into his mouth and began sucking and licking the tip. This caused a guttural moan to escape my lips.

I held on tight to the sink, I felt my hips begin to work my cock into his mouth, he opened his mouth and throat and sucked me deep inside his warm, moist mouth. The feeling was almost indescribable, I could feel my knees growing weak, needing to lie down.

I know I was acting like someone who had never been with another man. I hoped that Shawn couldn't tell and blow my cover. Blow what a word to be thinking of when my cock was deep in the throat of another man. 

Shawn continued sucking my cock, when his hands began roaming over my wet naked skin. I know I felt my body shaking, whether it was from excitement or being scared I didn't know. 

I felt Shawn pull his mouth off my cock, I looked down he was standing up. Looking him in the eyes I know I looked so much like a deer in the headlights, and that's why he stopped.

"Is this too much for you," he said pulling up his shorts.

"Ah, of course not," I lied.

"I think it is, I don't think you have been with a man before, have you?"

"I don't know what you mean, what you were doing was amazing. I wasn't going to ask you to stop, but if you want to its fine."

"I think we should save this for another time perhaps. When or if your ready you'll let me know."

He turned to leave the room, he touched my bare chest and left the room. I was not sure what just happened but I hoped that I hadn't hurt his feelings, by not continuing on with what was about to happen. What was going to happen, what was I thinking. Did I really want to be with him, it felt good, and right. I don't know what was holding me back except for the fact that I had never been with another man before and had no clue what to do or how to go about doing it. This was going to be a huge problem.

That night I got pictures of the main suspect that we had heard was running the drug house across the street. Though I saw nothing criminal happening at that time I took a few shots, downloaded them with my report and sent it on. My captain, sent me an email telling me we needed a C.I.(confidential informant) on the inside. 

The next day while I was supposedly off at work I went to meet a contact, Freddy said that he could probably hook me up with someone who would work with me as a C.I. for a price. Money was no object, getting this house shut down was high on the mayors bid to stop drugs in this city.

I met with the guy Freddy had arranged to me to meet. We talked about him getting some information for me and possibly working inside with a wire. The guy was pretty hesitant about wearing a wire where these guys were concerned. But did have some information on a guy named Tyrone who is close to the main guy, he said he would work the guy for as much information as he could and get back to me.

That evening I got home took a shower and headed down stairs for dinner, it was nice just sitting across the table from Shawn. He smiled at me and at one point I knew I saw him give a jerk of his head meaning lets get out of here.

I didn't know what to do we really hadn't talked since the incident in the bathroom. So I decided I would follow and go with what ever happened. If anything I was curious as to how far he would go, or rather how far I would.

I helped pick up the kitchen quickly and headed up stairs, as I got to my landing he was sitting on the red sofa in the lounge area. I went over and sat down beside him.

"I am sorry I left the other day, you were right it did feel like too much for me, I apologize if I hurt your feelings."

"That's okay, sometimes the first time is more than some can handle, I was fine with it I really was."

"How did you know it was my first time?"

"I could tell, by how nervous you were. Have you never been with another man before?"

"No, I've never. I only came out recently, I really have no real experience at relationships with other men. I only know how I feel. I guess I haven't found the right guy to make me feel the way I guess I should," I lied. Or was I.

Shawn reached over and put his hand on mine, rubbing it gently up and down. Then his touch went to my leg and his arm around my neck. The look in his eyes made my heart and my stomach jump. I reached out and returned the touch, stroking his arm up and down. His skin was soft and smooth.

"Can I kiss you," he said in a voice deep with passion.

"I guess so," I said apprehensively.

He leaned in and tentatively kissed my lips, I quickly probably to quickly kissed him back. He held my face and kissed me again a more passionate kiss, I relaxed a bit and returned the kiss. My body shook I know it had to be, but not from fear from the fact I was beginning to like the feelings welling up in me. I know for sure my cock liked it for it was getting hard each time he touched me and kissed me. We separated for a moment and looked at each other. He smiled and I felt better.

"I think we better take this somewhere else," he said holding my hand.

"I think your right, lets go to your room," I said knowing we couldn't go to mine with my camera equipment set up for the night surveillance. 

"Alright."

We went to his room entered the room, it was similar to mine where mine was in hues of blue his was in maroon. We walked over to the bed sat down. We kissed again our hands starting to move over each other. His hand moved over my cock, I stopped kissing him and looked down at his hand. I watched as he undid my belt, my button and zipper. His hand disappeared down my pants his hand was holding my cock moving it up and down over it's hardness. My brain was on overload, it was the most amazing yet scary feeling I had ever had. But I was going with it, he pushed my pants down, I lifted my ass to help him out. I took off my shirt. He undressed and turned back and kissed me again.

He lowered his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it with his teeth, he did the same with the other one. He kissed lower still licking my skin, until his tongue settled on my cock, he licked the tip, then sucked it into his mouth. The feeling was amazing, he sucked on my cock, sucking it deeper into his mouth each time he went down on me. My hands were on the back of his head giving him encouragement. The moans coming from me betrayed how he was making me feel.

I couldn't take it much longer I pushed him off me, pushed him back on the bed and took his cock into my mouth. It was hard the skin smooth and soft. I sucked his cock as deep as I could into my mouth the sounds coming from him told me I must be doing something right.

Shaun moved around until we were in a 69 position our hips moved together driving cocks into mouths, licking and sucking on his balls. The sensations pouring through my body were so intense I didn't know what was happening to me I had never done or felt like this ever.

He moved off of me he reached for the lube on the side table, he kissed me as he laid over my chest.

"Here use this," he said handing me the lube.

"Are you sure?"

"Never more sure, I want you to fuck me."

He took the lube from me poured it on my cock and began rubbing it up and down my cock. He rubbed some on his ass moved to straddle my waist, guided my cock to his ass. Allowing him to get adjusted to my cock, his ass was so tight, I had never felt anything like it before it was an amazing feeling. My cock was buried deep in his ass, then he began riding my cock. His hand on my chest rubbing on my skin, touching our bodies together, touching wherever we could. Leaning into each other, kissing, licking, sucking.

I flipped him over onto his back and continued to drive my cock into him, his legs in the air, pushing my cock in and out of his cock tight ass. The feel of his tight ass on my cock was getting to hard to hold back.

"Oh God, your ass is so good," I was so close to cumming.

"Yes, I love your cock."

He pulled himself up until we were chest to chest my cock moving in and out of his tight ass, kissing and holding onto each other. I whispered to him that I was close to cumming. He told me to cum in his ass with that I couldn't hold back any longer. With grunts of passion I came deep with in his ass. He came between our chest, laughing we fell back to the bed rubbing his cum all over our chests. I held him tight to me as we laid there his hand moving over my skin like any other lover would after having had the most amazing sex they had ever had. It felt good to have I'm lying there next to me, I know that I shouldn't feel this way especially since I'm not really gay just playing a role, or was I. I was beginning to feel very confused, I didn't want him to feel like I wasn't into him so I tried not to think about it for now and began kissing him again. I looked at him, his eyes were on mine.

"How do you feel?"

"Amazed, light headed, free, confused. I don't know take your pick, but it was the most, I don't know greatest thing that has ever happened to me."

"I'm glad you enjoyed your first time," he said as he laid on top of me.

"I think I am ready for my second time," I said as flipped him over on the bed took his hand and put on my hard cock.

"I think I may have created a monster."

"You might have," I said giggling as I took his cock into my mouth.

Later after we had had sex for the second time Shaun fell asleep and I knew I had to get back to my room. I really didn't want to leave, I looked down at him as he slept, his blonde hair fell over his eyes I moved it out of the way, he was so beautiful. If I was confused before I was beginning to get even more confused about the feelings I was having for this amazing guy who didn't really know anything about me.

I grabbed my clothes headed to the door, checking the hallway it was clear so I headed to my room. I went to the window to check and I could see there was a lot of activity going on across the street. I saw my C.I. heading into the building, I put the headphones on to the wire. I could hear music in the back ground and a lot of talking then I heard him talking to someone about going into the back room, I heard a door open then close and the music now was drowned out.




Undercover



My name is Kathy. I'm 23 years old and I'm a pretty innocent girl. I mean, I dated a few boys and I had a couple of boyfriends, but I only slept with 3 guys so far. I never tried anything crazy.. sexually. Like I said: I'm an innocent girl. 

That changed drastically one Wednesday about a month ago. It all started because my landlord was giving me a hard time. I'm studying arts, so I don't really have a lot of money. I do have a job on the side, but that's not making a lot of cash.

So I called my brother Pete. He's 33 and ever since our parents passed away, he was kind of looking out after me, always helping me out, slipping me fifty bucks here, a hundred bucks there, so I knew I could count on him. I don't know how he could afford it, he's just a police officer, but somehow, apparently, he could, because he was giving me money every time we saw each other. But when he answered the phone that day, he sounded stressed.

“Hey Kathy, what's up?”

“Hey. Not much. Listen, where are you at the moment?”

He's my brother, so I knew I didn't have to beat around the bush.

“Uhm.. I'm at the Blue Lagoon Motel.”

“Huh? What are you doing there?”

“I've got a room here.. actually. Look, Kathy, I'm pretty busy right now, what's up?”

I didn't really understand why my brother would get a room in such a cheap motel, but I had other problems to focus on.

“I have to pay the rent tomorrow and I'm 80 bucks short. Can you help me out again? I promise, I'll pay you back.”

“Yeah of course, sis, you know I...”

I cut him off.

“Thanks a lot. What's your room number? I'm coming over right now to...”

This time he cut me off.

“Look, Kathy, now is not a good time. Don't come over here. I'll come to your place tomorrow morning and bring you the money.”

“But I'm just 10 minutes away and..”

“Listen, I'm leaving here in thirty minutes, I'm sorry but I can't meet up with you at the moment, I'm getting you the money tomorrow. Don't worry. I'm sorry, but I gotta go. Bye.”

He hung up. I didn't even get a chance to respond. I looked at at my cell to check the time, then I looked at the stool in front of me. I grabbed my leather jacket, that was draped over the backrest of the stool. I was wearing a tight pair of dark blue jeans and a black tank top, so I was already dressed. I put on my leather jacket and took a quick look in the mirror. I was wearing my dark brown hair to a pony in the front and my slightly curled hair falling down over my shoulders. Ten seconds later, I was out the door.

I knew I could be at the motel in less than 15 minutes, which would give me enough time to catch up with Pete, maybe ask him what he was doing at the Blue Lagoon before he had to leave and that way he didn't have to come to my place the day after.

Eight and a half minutes later I was standing on the parking lot of the Blue Lagoon Motel. Of course I didn't know the room number, so I headed to the reception.

It was just a small office and everything looked pretty cheap. Behind the counter there was a boy, who looked like he was 16 years old. He was probably 18 or 19, but he looked like he had never grown a beard in his life. 

“Oh. Hello. What... How... How can I help you?”

His voice was pretty shaky and he was stuttering right away. I don't consider myself “hot”, but it was nice that I obviously had an effect on him.

“Yeah. I'm looking for my brother. He has a room here.”

“Of course. What's your... uhm.. his name?”

“Pete Mitchell.”

The boy looked at me for 20 more seconds and smiled nervously. I didn't want to be rude, but I was thinking: “come, come, we don't have all day.”

Finally, he was looking down, checking a piece of paper in front of him. His finger was moving from the top to the bottom. I could see that there were only five names on the list anyway, but when he reached the bottom of the page, he started from the top again.

“I'm sorry, there's no Pete Mitchell. Are you sure you got the right Motel?”

“Yeah. I just talked to him.”

The young boy was looking to the left and looking to a door that was opened just an inch.

“Is he by himself?”

“Yes. I think so.”

“There's only one guy who rented a room here by himself. We have two couples and two old ladies. So... Room 20.”

“Oh. Thanks. That's very...”

He pointed to the parking lot.

“Up the white stairs...right there... the opposite house...”

I smiled at him and left the office. 

As I was standing in front of room 20, I was trying to look through the window. I didn't really understand why the little boy didn't find Pete's name. Maybe he made a mistake. Anyway.. the curtains were closed so I couldn't look into the room. I hesitated for a moment, but then I knocked on the door.

A second later Pete opened the door. He looked surprised and he kind of looked like he was expecting somebody else.

“Kathy. What are you doing here? I told you don't come here. I told you I'll get you the money tomorrow.”

He closed the door behind us. The room was pretty small. There was a bed and a TV, but not much else. Everything looked really cheap.

“I didn't want you to go through any trouble tomorrow. And by the way: I could ask you the same thing... what are you doing here?”

Pete was looking quite different from the last time I saw him. He was wearing a cheap-looking white T-shirt and a pair of old jeans. He had a beard and it looked like he hadn't shaved since the last time I saw him a week before that.

Pete tried to explain himself: “Look I had to...”

All of  a sudden there was a loud knock on the door. Pete froze. He looked at me, but he didn't say anything. He looked like he was trying to figure something out.

“Fuck.”

Another knock on the door.

Pete looked at the door, then he looked over to the small bathroom and then back at me.

“Fuck.”

“What is it?”

“Listen.. Don't say anything.. Don't do anything.. I'm...”

A third knock on the door.

Pete turned around and opened the door. A huge bald guy came into the room and Pete closed the door behind him. Pete and the huge guy shook hands.

“Do you have the money?”

“Yes.”

“And the coke?”

“Yes.”

I was confused. The money and the coke? It looked like that was all the guy cared about... at first. Then he turned to me.

“Who are you?”

I felt like I was struck by lightning. Right in front of me was this huge bald guy, with an ugly tattoo on his left shoulder, who was here because of “the money and the coke”. I couldn't answer. But after a couple of seconds, I said:

“I'm...”

But Pete cut me off.

“Nobody man, just some entertainment. Can we go now?”

It looked like Pete was trying to get the huge bald guy out of the room. Wait a second: “entertainment”? What did Pete mean by that?

Pete slapped the guy on the shoulder and turned him around.. away from me. And then the bald guy's shirt moved and I thought I saw something silver that was stuck in his pants behind his back. I wasn't sure.

“Come on. Are you ready? Let's go...”

But the bald guy wasn't even thinking about it.

“I can't believe you brought a hooker into this.”

A hooker? That's what Pete meant by entertainment?

“Look, man, I was just trying to take the edge off...”

The bald guy shook his head.

“Still, man, you should have known better.”

The bald guy didn't turn around, but he looked back at me.

“You're coming with us.”

What?

Again, Pete slapped the guy a little bit, to turn him back around.

“Come on man. That's not necessary.”

I had to do something. I didn't understand anything that was taking place in this room.

“Look. I just got here. I'm leaving, okay?”

My voice was shaking just as much as the voice of the young guy behind the counter in the small office.

But the bald guy didn't even look at me. He acted like I wasn't even in the room any more. Instead he focused on Pete and then he said:

“She's coming with us.”

Pete nodded.

Then the bald guy looked back at me for just a second, before heading to the door.

“Tell her what I do. You've got 90 seconds, then both of you are out the door. Understood?”

Pete nodded.

And then the bald guy left the Motel room.

“Fuck.”

“Pete what the hell is going on here? I'm not going anywhere.”

“Fuck. Fuck. I told you – don't come here.”

He was looking from side to side, surveying the room, but then he turned back to me and with a soft but strong voice he said:

“Look, I'm undercover. I'm meeting the guy's boss for the second time today. You have to come with us. I'm sorry, but there's just no other option right now.”

“What? Undercover? Pete.. no!”

“Look, don't say anything unless somebody asks you and don't do anything unless somebody asks you. Those are serious guys. Oh... and don't call me Pete.”

“But...”

“Look, I'm sorry this is happening, that's why I didn't want you to come, but I'll promise.. everything will be fine... you're gonna be fine.”

But I didn't believe him. That sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.

Pete picked up a backpack from the bed and swung it over his shoulder. Then he took my hand and dragged me to the door.

I couldn't move. I couldn't walk by myself. I was still frozen. But just before we reached the door, I held him back and turned him around.

“Why the hell did you tell him I was a prostitute?”

“I couldn't tell him I know you.. I couldn't tell him you're somebody I care about, because once I bust these guys and put them in jail... and trust me, I will bust them, they might wanna hurt me in any way they can and... like I said, those are serious guys... they know serious guys... I wanna protect you. Come on. We have to go.”

When we stepped out of the room, the bald guy looked pretty angry.

“That took a long fucking time.”

“Come on man, everything's cool. Let's go.”

“You've got the stuff?”

Pete nodded at the backpack. And then the big guy walked towards the parking lot. Pete followed him and I followed Pete.

The big guy walked towards an old blue car and got in behind the driver's seat. Pete took the front passenger seat and I sat down behind them. I looked around the parking lot for a few times and thought about trying to run, but I couldn't. I had to trust Pete.

Nobody said anything during the ride. Pete looked back at me a couple of times, but he didn't say anything. I guess he was just trying to check if I was okay. But I really wasn't. I was so afraid. I have never been so afraid in my entire live. And I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know where we were going.

15 minutes later the car stopped in front of a small night club. The big bald guy and Pete stepped out of the car, but I didn't move. I was still paralyzed.

Finally the big guy came walking around the car and opened my door and grabbed my wrist.

“Get out.”

He pulled me out of the car. Pete didn't do anything. He looked at me like he wanted to say:
“Are you okay?”

I nodded. But of course, I wasn't okay. My hand hurt and I was mad at my brother for not doing anything. I guess he didn't wanna blow his cover, but still, he could have... or maybe he couldn't. I didn't know what to think. The entire situation was too much for me.

So I followed the guys into the night club. The entire club was pretty dark, there was no light on or anything. It was pretty obvious that the night club was closed during the day. We walked through two larger areas before we came into a smaller room. Until then, we didn't see anybody else inside the night club.

In the smaller room there was a bar on the entire right side of the room and a red-cushioned bench on the entire opposite wall. There were a few round tables in front of the bench. Two soft red lights on the wall were on, so there was this soft red light, but most of the room was pretty dark.

Small lamps were placed in the centre of each round table, but they were switched off. Except for one. The lamp on the table that was furthest away from us was on. I saw that there was somebody sitting behind that table, but I couldn't see his face. The light on the table was blinding me.

But then, the guy behind the table said:

“Did you bring everything?”

By then, I figured that it must have been the boss Pete was meeting with.

The bald guy who drove us took Pete's backpack and walked across the room. Then he handed the guy the backpack. The guy behind the table looked at Pete and me. Then he opened the backpack and looked inside.

A couple of seconds later he took out a huge amount of cash that was wrapped in see-through Saran wrap. The guy behind the table threw the money over to the bald guy, who was still standing next to him. Then he placed the backpack on the couch next to him.

Again, the guy behind the table looked up and looked at Pete and me.

“And the girl?”

I couldn't speak. I waited for Pete to say something, but he didn't say anything either. I guess he wasn't allowed to speak as well.

The bald guy leaned forward to the guy behind the table and whispered something in his ear.

“I see. Well.. put the money in the safe, Tony. And then check the door.”

The bald guy, “Tony” apparently, left the room. I didn't move. I couldn't. The situation was even more intense than it was back in the motel room. I hadn't seen the boss's face jet, but he was pretty intimidating either way.

Then he pointed to the third table.

“Take a seat.”

Pete looked at the spot where the boss pointed at. And then he walked towards the bench. There were two tables between the table the boss was sitting at and the table Pete was heading for.

I followed Pete.

But when Pete sat down between table two and table three, the boss spoke again:

“No, no. You come here.”

My head spun around. I knew he was talking to me, but I didn't move.

“Come on.”

The boss waited for me to come over, but I was frozen. I looked at Pete. But his only response was to nod in the boss's direction.

So I turned around and started walking towards the boss. That was the only thing I could do. If Pete didn't stop the boss, I knew I had to do what he said. When I came closer to the table, the light coming from the lamp blinded me even more. I couldn't see the boss's face, but I saw something else. There was a gun lying on the table in front of the boss. There was a glass of.. I guess Whiskey as well, but I only focused on the gun.

Of course I knew Pete was a cop, but I never looked at his gun. I don't like them. That was the first time I saw one out of a holster and up close.

Oh my god. These guys really are serious.

“Turn around. Let me see you.”

I don't know if the boss saw that my eyes were still focused on the gun. But I did what I was told. I turned around and let him see me from behind. And then I finally turned back around.

“You're pretty good-looking. How much?”

I froze. I knew he was talking to me, but I couldn't speak. I was too terrified.

“A hundred. 50 for a blow-job.”

I knew that was Pete's voice, but I didn't turn around.

“Listen, you should let her go before the guys get here.”

Maybe this was my way out. I knew that Pete took quite a risk there, talking to the boss that way.

“Nobody is going anywhere... Not before this deal is done. If the deal goes through, she can leave and you can work for me from here on out, as we discussed.”

Still, I didn't see his face, but I knew he was looking at me.

“How long until they get here?”

Pete was doing anything he could to get the boss's attention away from me.

“An hour and a half. At least.”

The boss looked at Pete for a second, while he said that, but then he looked back at me.

“Are you good at what you do?”

I couldn't speak. I couldn't say one word, even if there had been a gun to my head... Well.. there wasn't actually a gun pointing at my head, but it sure felt like it anyway.

I nodded. I don't know why, but I did.

“Look... let's focus on the deal and discuss all the details once more.”

I was hoping Pete could convince the boss to let me go. I was so afraid. Even if I didn't see the boss's face, his cold stare was sending chills down my spine.

“Discuss the details?”

The boss looked at Pete. He sounded more angry and serious than before when he said that. I knew Pete had to be careful not to tick him off.

“Yeah. Discuss the details of the exchange.”

The boss looked back at me. There was a long pause. It took him about thirty seconds to continue.

“We can do that, while she's sucking my dick.”

What? No way!

“But...”, was all that came out of my mouth.

“Come on. Just relax and focus on the deal and let the girl go.”

But the boss didn't even listen to Pete.

“Come on, sweetheart, get to work.”

I looked over at Pete. He looked like he was thinking about getting up to help me, but he couldn't. He probably wasn't armed. There was nothing he could do.

I looked back at the boss.

“Come on. The clock is ticking.”

I didn't know what to do.

And then... the boss was actually opening his belt and pulling his zipper down.

I looked at the gun on the table.

There was nothing I could do, but go along. So I actually started to walk towards the boss. I was moving in slow motion, because my knees where shaking like crazy.

“Come on. Get down on your knees, sweetheart.”

And then.. after a couple of tiny steps I was standing in front of the boss and I saw him for the first time. He had very short black hair. He looked pretty muscular. He had a small scar on his chin. And he was actually pulling his boxers down.

Oh my god.

And then I dropped to my knees. I felt like I was controlled by somebody else. I hesitated for a second. I was kind of hoping that something would happen... that Pete might safe me... but nothing happened.

I had to do it.

So I reached forward and with my left hand I carefully grabbed the boss's penis.

When I touched it, and felt his skin with my fingers, they were shaking. And then a thousand things went through my head. The first thing was, that I had to give this guy a blow-job and that I somehow had to convince him that I was a prostitute. I had to convince him that I know what I was doing. I wasn't sure how to do that. I gave my ex-boyfriend a blow-job once... It was his birthday.. and I only did it for a couple of minutes, then he flipped me over and made love to me. He didn't even tell me if he liked it... And that was the only time I... Oh my god.

And now.. I had to convince this guy... who probably already received a few blow-jobs from prostitutes in his life,... that I was good at what I do.

And what was even worse: Pete was there.

He saw me touching a penis.

Oh god. I was so embarrassed and ashamed. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Don't act like you have never done this before. Get to it...”

The boss's voice brought me back to earth.

My focus went back to the penis in my hand. It was still soft. I saw a tiny portion of his stomach, but other than that, the boss was completely dressed. His penis and his balls were the only things I saw. He had his pubic hair trimmed a bit and his penis was smaller than my ex-boyfriend's.

Since the point where I first touched his penis, it felt like twenty minutes have passed. I had to start.

So I leaned forward a little bit, but I couldn't help it, suddenly my head moved back an inch. I thought about Pete. I couldn't believe he was seeing me like this: on my knees with a penis in my hand.

I leaned forward again. But again... it was like a reflex, I moved back. 

And then I did it. I leaned forward and opened my mouth a bit. I closed my eyes and put the tip of his penis in my mouth. I closed my lips around it and started sucking on the tip. I let my tongue swirl around his penis.

I thought about Pete again. I couldn't believe he saw me giving a blow-job. Maybe he was looking away. Oh god. I was hoping he was looking away.




Undercover



I continued to suck on the tip of the penis and my tongue played with the opening and the underside of the head. With the fingers of my left hand I was holding his balls, but at the same time pressing against his pubic hair. I placed the thumb and the index finger of my right hand on his shaft and started to massage it a little bit.

After a couple seconds I felt that he was getting hard. The head of his penis swelled.

So I placed all of the fingers of my right hand on his shaft and slowly, but with a firm grip I was pumping the blood into his penis. With every stroke he got harder. And with every new inch, my mouth got fuller.

After a few seconds I removed my fingers, but placed my index finger on the upper side of his shaft and my thumb on the underside of his shaft. I pressed them together, held them there, but moved them up and down his shaft.

And it worked. After a couple of seconds he was completely hard.

I had my eyes closed the entire time, but then I was brought back to earth...

“So... let's talk about the exchange.”

I opened my eyes and looked up. The boss was looking in Pete's direction.

“Okay.”

I heard Pete's voice.

“I want you to stay over there. Tony's getting you a gun.”

I couldn't believe it. I had this guys penis in my mouth and he was casually talking to my brother...

Oh my god... Pete... The boss was talking to Pete... which meant... Pete had to watch me giving this guy a blow-job. He couldn't look away now. Not while the boss was talking to him. That would have been disrespectful. Oh my god. Pete is watching me.

“Okay.”

I closed my eyes again.

“Tony will be over there, behind the bar.”

I put my right hand away from his penis and placed it on my thigh. The boss's penis was already rock hard at that point anyway, pointing upwards.

Again, I remembered that I had to be convincing as a prostitute, so I started to move my mouth up and down his shaft. I opened my mouth a bit wider, but still I made sure my lips were touching the skin of his penis at all times.

I was going very slow. I was trying to get as much of his penis in my mouth as possible. My girlfriend told me once, that guys like it, when she puts their entire penis in her mouth. So I tried to do that. But I had to go slow. I felt like, with every time I moved down from the tip of his penis to the base of his penis, I got more of his dick in my mouth. After ten or twelve times going up and down his shaft, I was startled a little bit, because my nose suddenly touched my fingers, that were still resting against his public hair.

I closed my eyes again and continued what I was doing. Every time I got down, I pressed my nose harder against my fingers and held the position for a couple of seconds.

And then all of a sudden I heard footsteps behind me.

“Oh look at her go. That's what I call a deep throat. She's definitely a pro.”

I recognized the voice. It was Tony, the bald guy, who apparently came back.

I closed my eyes again and continued what I was doing. Obviously the boss didn't care that Pete was there in the same room, he probably didn't care that Tony was there as well. So I just kept going.

And then after a few seconds it hit me... Pete. Oh my god. He heard what Tony said. Now he knew that I had the boss's entire penis in my mouth.

I was so ashamed. I have never done anything like this before... and now.. Pete saw me do something like that. He probably thought I did that a lot.. he probably thought I was a slut. Oh my god.

I didn't know what to think. I felt scared, ashamed, embarrassed... all at the same time.

I mean... I relaxed a little bit, because I was pretty sure the boss wasn't killing me at that point... not while I was giving him a blow-job anyway. So the fear of getting killed slowly faded to the background. I felt more ashamed that Pete was witnessing all of this. Why the hell did I go to the motel??

But then.. I was taken back to earth again. The boss looked at me again, for the first time...

“I'm cumming soon. Keep going, sweetheart. Don't think about moving away. My dick stays in your mouth until it's soft again.”

Oh my god.

I knew what that meant. He wanted me to swallow his load. How the hell am I supposed to do that? I was getting nervous.

But I kept going. I had to. I didn't go all the way down his shaft anymore though.. I focused on the tip of his penis. I started sucking on the head again. And I don't know why, but out of a reflex, my right hand went back to his shaft and I started stroking him.

And then it hit me. Pete. While I was doing what I did, I tried to block him out, but again, he heard what the boss said. He knew the boss was about to cum in my mouth.

And then I felt it. The boss's penis changed. He was about to cum. So I reduced my tempo and stroked him slower now. I kept sucking at the head and playing with my tongue at the opening.

I didn't know what to do. I opened my mouth wider and let his dick rest on my tongue. I continued to stroke his shaft, but I wasn't sucking at the tip anymore. And then I felt the first shot of cum hit the back of my throat.

I felt like gagging for an instance, but out of a reflex I swallowed. And as I was done, the next shot of cum hit my throat. I swallowed again. And just in time I was ready for the third and final shot. 

I did it.

I closed my lips around the head of his penis again. Again, I put my index finger on the upper side of his shaft and my thumb on the underside of his shaft and squeezed it a little bit. I felt another few drops of cum on my tongue.

And then, my fingers felt that his shaft was getting soft again.

I leaned closer to keep his penis in my mouth for another second and then it left my mouth and I swallowed the final drops of cum.

I placed my right hand back on my thigh. And then slowly with my left hand I put his penis back in his boxers and placed my hand on my other thigh. I guess the entire blow-job took about twenty minutes or so, but I was exhausted. The entire situation was too overwhelming. I couldn't stand up. I stayed there on the floor for another minute.

I saw the boss close his zipper and his belt. He leaned forward. For an instance I thought he was reaching for his gun, but then he took his glass of Whiskey and took a sip.

“Thanks, sweetheart. That was nice.”

Finally I came back to earth. I tried to stand up. But my knees hurt and my legs were shaking. I stumbled back a little bit. I hoped nobody had noticed it. I looked over at Pete.

He had his hands on his knees and was leaning forward. When he saw me looking at him, he quickly leaned back.

Oh my god. Was he trying to see better? Was he really watching me?

“Tony, get the girl a drink...”

I was still shaking and it felt like I saw everything through a milk glass. Everything was kind of blurry.

Tony grabbed my arm from behind. But this time he didn't hurt me, he was kind of gentle. Trying to support and hold me.

“Here... Take a couple of sips.”

I hesitated.

“It's just Whiskey and coke. Come on.”

I took the glass and took a sip.

“Where did you find her? She was right... She's quite good at what she does.”

I turned around. The boss was talking to Pete again, but he didn't respond.

“What about you? Did you fuck her?”

“No!” I blurted out.

But thankfully, before the boss could say anything, Pete responded.

“No, man.”

Maybe it was the state that I was in.. but to me it sounded like Pete's voice was a bit shaky.

“So just a blow-job?”

“No. Tony interrupted us. She just got there.”

And with no pause at all and fully serious, the boss responded:

“Get one now...”

What?

He can't be serious.

Did he just say what I think he said?

Say something Pete!

“No thanks, man. I'm good.”

Pete tried to smile and laugh, but even I realized it was fake.

But what was even more terrifying, was the boss's response:

“Listen, man, that wasn't a question. “No” is not an option.”

Pete got nervous.

“Come on. The guys will be here any second. We... I have to focus on the deal. I can get one later.”

Pete was trying to buy time. But I knew he didn't like to talk back at the boss.

“We have 45 minutes until they get here. I'm saying this for one last time.. this is not an option... this is a test. I need to know what kind of guy you are. If you don't want to get a blow-job from her right now, you're not the guy I'm looking for. If you can't get hard right here, right now, you might not have the nerves for this business. If you don't last for at least half an hour, you're not cool enough to work for me. And if you don't cum in her mouth 15 minutes before the guys get here... the deal will be done without you.”

The boss paused for a second.

“And the money and the drugs won't be the only thing you lose. So I suggest you open your fucking pants.”

Pete looked like he wanted to say something. But he didn't say anything. 

Come on, Pete, do something. What the hell!? I thought about telling them who I am. But that idea quickly left my brain. The boss threatened Pete's life a second ago. He would kill me too.

“Come on, sweetheart. Our boy is shy. Help him out. Come on.”

The boss was looking at me. He was gesturing me to get over there to where Pete was sitting.

And then he leaned forward.

I knew he was about to scream, or grab the gun, or repeat himself, so I started walking.

As soon as the boss saw that I was moving, he leaned back and relaxed.

Pete looked at me while I was walking closer to him. He looked scared and terrified and shocked and helpless. He couldn't do anything.

And then I stood in front of my brother.

“Let's go. The clock is ticking.”

The boss was getting anxious.

So I dropped to my knees.

Right away Pete looked me straight in the eyes.

“Come on, sweetheart. Pull his dick out. I know.. it might not be as pretty or tasty as mine was, but what can you do...”

Fuck. I was running out of time. I didn't know what to do. I was kneeling in front of my brother.

The entire time Pete didn't break our eye contact. And then it looked like he decided something. He was about to get up. He was about to stop it.

But I put my hands on his thighs and mouthed:

“Don't!!”

I knew if Pete would have stood up... we both would have been killed.

Pete leaned back.

“But...”, he whispered.

I shook my head. And then I reached out and opened his belt. Once it was undone, I opened his pants button and then pulled his zipper down.

It was just like the boss said: “There was just no other option.”

So I pulled his T-shirt up a little bit and grabbed the edge of Pete's boxers. I hesitated for one last second and then I reached into his boxers and reached for my brother's penis.

“There you go.”

I heard the boss's voice in the background.

“Do you have the shotgun?”

The boss was talking to Tony.

“Yeah. Right here, behind the bar. Everything's good to go.”

The boss and Tony continued to chat with each other, but in softer voices. Or maybe it just seemed like it.. everything else faded into the background. I was about to touch my brother's penis.

Again, I hesitated for a moment and looked up at Pete. Pete glanced over to the boss and Tony, who were about 12 feet away from us.

Then Pete looked down at me and whispered:

“He's still watching us.”

I closed and opened my eyes slowly to tell him: “I know. We have to...”

Pete responded by mouthing:

“Sorry.”

I didn't say anything. 

And then I pulled the elastic edge of his boxers down. And all of a sudden I was completely shocked.

I expected Pete's penis to be limp, just as the boss's was, but Pete was rock hard already. 

Oh my god. I couldn't look up at him. He was getting hard watching me giving the boss a blow-job!? 

I mean, he must have been focused on his job.. and the scary situation.. and yet his penis was rock hard.

And he was a lot bigger than the boss or any of the cocks I had seen before.

I reached out with my second hand and with both hands I grabbed the edge of Pete's boxers. I pulled them down over his balls and as soon as I did, his hard dick was pointing right at me.

As I pulled my hands back, I touched his balls slightly.

Damn. Making contact with his skin for the first time, sent a chill down my spine. My fingers were shaking.

But somehow... it wasn't because I was afraid. I heard that the boss and Tony still talked to each other. I guess they were checking what we were doing, but they didn't really pay attention to us. We were safe for the moment.

So why was I shaking?

I crawled forward a little bit, to get close enough and then I felt it... I was getting wet. I was getting aroused. That's why I was shaking.

The situation was just so overwhelming and the entire thing was just so forbidden, and scary and crazy, but now... I didn't know why.. but I was getting turned on. I didn't want it to happen, but it did.

And Pete obviously was turned on as well.

Again, it seemed like forever since I first dropped to my knees and opened Pete's belt... everything seemed to slow down... 

I placed my hand on Pete's thighs.

And then I looked up at him.

I mouthed: “Ready?”

He looked into my eyes and slowly nodded.

I whispered: “You're hard already.”

Again he just nodded and looked over to the boss for a second.

I knew what he meant. He was telling me, it was because of what he watched me do.

Pete was completely shaved. There wasn't a single hair down there... I mean, I have more hair down there... And Pete really had a nice looking penis. Granted, I have only seen six so far, but some of them were kind of ugly looking. But Pete really had a nice looking penis.

I was still crouched down between his legs. I didn't straighten up right away. Instead I stayed there and slowly reached out with my right hand. And then I grabbed his fully erect penis.

As soon as I touched his skin with my fingers, Pete sighed and let out a long moan and even a soft:

“Ahhh.”

And then, not even a second had passed, I saw pre-cum ooze out of his penis.

I looked up at Pete and Pete looked back at me. I moved my fingers to the tip of  his cock. And with my index finger I spread the pre-cum over the entire head. Then I moved my palm over the head and covered it with pre-cum.

And then with one motion I slowly stroked down his shaft and back up again using the pre-cum as lube. I didn't have to place my index finger on the upper side of his shaft and my thumb on the  underside of his shaft to massage the blood into his penis, because he was already so hard.

When my fingers returned back to the top of his penis, another huge drop of pre-cum came out.

I looked back up at Pete.

Then I slightly nodded in the direction of the boss and Tony and whispered:

“Calm down. You have to last for a half an hour.”

This time, Pete whispered back:

“It's not that easy.”

I lifted myself up a bit and whispered:

“Well, you're not gonna like what's coming, then.”

Slowly my fingers stroked down his shaft for one last time, but then they stayed at the base. I held Pete's dick, so that it was facing me. I looked back at him for one last time and then I bent forward.

While I was getting closer, I opened my lips.

And then I took the tip of my brother's penis into my mouth. I closed my lips around it. As soon as my lips and my tongue made contact with the sensitive tip of his penis, Pete started to moan softly.

I couldn't believe it. Touching my brother's penis was one thing, but now I had his hard cock in my mouth. And it was weird, but I wanted more. 

So I started to slowly take more of his penis into my mouth. I slowly moved my lips up and down his shaft, but every time I went downwards, I went a little deeper.

After a couple of times, I didn't even have half of his penis in my mouth, I realized that Pete's breathing changed. It got a lot heavier.

I knew I had to slow it down.

I moved away from him, grabbed his penis with my right hand and let his penis glide out of my mouth. Then I started to slowly stroke him again, but I made sure that I didn't make contact with the tip.

As I moved back a little bit, I saw that Pete had his eyes closed. So I turned my head slightly to look back at the two guys. Both of them were standing at the bar. Tony was standing behind the counter and the boss was standing in front of it. They both were bent over a document or something, because they looked like they were reading something. Obviously they didn't really care about Pete and me at the moment.

When I turned back around, Pete's eyes were open. But he wasn't looking at the two guys... he wasn't even really looking at me... It looked like he was trying to look down my tank top.

When he realized that I was watching him, he looked embarrassed.

Me on the other hand... I didn't really know what to think. Of course, the entire situation was wrong. I never ever would have thought about doing something like that, but at that moment, I didn't care. I was afraid, nervous, excited and turned on.

I looked back at the two guys. They were still talking.

And then I decided something. There was a good chance that both of us would die there. I mean... I didn't know how the deal would pan out. I didn't know what Pete had planned. I didn't know how the boss and Tony would treat me after I was done here.

Until then, I kneeled exactly in front of Pete, but now I moved to the side a little bit. Until then, the boss and Tony probably saw the side of my face, but know, I completely turned my back to them.

Pete was a little surprised. It was pretty obvious he didn't know what I was trying to do. He watched me closely, but also looked over to the two guys at the bar a couple of times.

Pete and I were at least twelve feet away from the only light in the room, so we were in a pretty dark corner any way and now, with my back turned to the two guys, they definitely couldn't see what I was about to do.

The entire time I was slowly stroking Pete's shaft with my right hand, but now I switched. I placed my left hand on his penis and continued to slowly stroke up and down his hard shaft.

And then I looked at Pete.

And a few seconds later I grabbed the inside of my leather jacket. It was open the entire time, but now I slipped it a little bit farther to my shoulders and opened it wider in the front.

At first, Pete was looking right back at me, but after a few seconds his eyes dropped to my tank top.

I waited a few more seconds and then my hand moved from the collar of my jacket to my tank top. I put two fingers inside it and inched it down just a tiny bit, revealing more of my breasts to my brother.

I was still slowly stroking him with my left hand the entire time, but right when I pulled my tank top down a little bit, I saw another drop of pre-cum ooze out of Pete's penis.

I took that as a sign to continue. Therefore I let the fingers of my left hand travel all the way up to the tip of Pete's penis. Again, I spread the pre-cum all over the palm of my hand. Once it was completely slippery again, I slowly stroked all the way down to his balls. And with the fingers of my right hand I inched the front of my tank top down another tiny bit.

Showing Pete so much of my cleavage was really exciting. I got so turned on. I pulled the tank top even further down.

By then it was so far down, my nipples were almost visible.

I realized that Pete was getting anxious as well. So I put my thumb into my tank top and pulled it to the side. By doing that, my right nipple popped free. I stopped and held my tank top in that position, continued to slowly stroke Pete with my left hand and looked up at him.

I whispered: “Do you like them?”

Pete didn't say anything. He just nodded.

I didn't move my right hand and let him look at my tits for a few more seconds. While I was doing that, I quickly looked back over my shoulders. Both of them were still bent over the counter. The boss pointed at something and they both looked pretty busy.




Undercover



I turned back around and then I put my tank top back in it's place.

I moved forward again and with my left hand I guided Pete's dick back into my mouth. I still had a job to do. I wanted to get his entire penis into my mouth.

So I sucked on the head a few times and then I opened my mouth wider. Slowly I inched forward and more and more of Pete's dick disappeared in my mouth. While I was going down as far as I could, I heard that Pete was moaning.

“Ohh... Ahhh.. Mhh.”

It was barely noticeable, but I heard it.

And then I did it. My nose touched his shaved stomach. Pete's entire dick was in my mouth. I got even more excited. I had to check.. So I moved my right hand between my legs. I pressed the fabric of my jeans into my private area. Ohhhh. It felt like I was about to explode. I was so sensitive.

I wanted to touch my clit so bad. 

I was still moving my mouth up and down Pete's dick, so I was bent forward. Pete didn't see that my hand had moved between my legs.

I was moving my index and middle finger slowly up and down, but I really had to press them into the fabric of my jeans. I had to change something. I wanted to touch my clit. I wanted to feel the skin. But my jeans were so damn tight, there was no way I could slip my fingers inside my pants.

I thought to myself: “It will probably be enough if I open the button.”

A million thoughts were going through my mind: would anybody really see that my button was undone? I could close it right back up after I touched me. It just has to be that one time. I have to touch myself. Just for a few seconds.

I was so excited. And the fact that I was thinking about opening my pants, was even more exciting.

My left hand let go of Pete's dick. I was just working it with my mouth.

And then, I felt like I was in trance, my left hand moved between my legs as well. I had to do it. I was too damn excited. With both my hands I opened my pants button.

My heart was racing. I was so nervous and excited. I had to check if anybody saw what I was doing.

I grabbed Pete's penis with my left hand and let his penis glide out of my mouth again. Then I moved back from him.

Pete looked aroused, but it didn't look like he saw me touching myself. I looked back at the bar. They were still pretty busy.

“They don't care about us”, Pete whispered.

That was good news for me. They didn't see what I was doing. And Pete didn't either. Of course I didn't want my brother to see that I was touching myself... did I?

I let him see my boobs. I saw his penis. His hard penis. I was touching it. I was sucking it. Maybe I did want him to see me...

Just the thought of that sent another chill down my spine.. and down into my pussy as well.

I wanted him to see me.

So I crouched to the side even a bit further. My pants still looked like they were closed.

I looked up at Pete. And then I looked down at his dick. I didn't want to look at him. I kept stroking his shaft with my left hand and with my right hand, which was resting on my thigh, I slowly moved up towards my pussy.

Pete shifted in his seat. He definitely saw where my hand was going.

I moved my fingers up to the button of my pants. I kept looking at my left hand, that was still stroking my brother's penis, and with the fingers of my right hand, I pulled my pants open just barely, but enough to show Pete that the button was undone.

Again, Pete shifted in his seat.

I looked up at him. Our eyes met. But after a second, he looked back down between my legs, because he saw that my fingers where moving. I was pulling the zipper down.

I knew that my white panties were clearly visible now.

Pete got even more excited. I could feel it. So I continued. I grabbed the edge of my panties and pulled them down just a tiny, tiny bit. Just like I did it with my tank top a few minutes ago.

Pete was breathing heavier now.

I pulled my panties down even further. I felt my pubic hair. Pete could definitely see it now. I pulled my panties down even further. Of course I couldn't pull them all the way down, but I wanted Pete to see my pussy. So I pulled my panties down even further and then a tiny part of my pussy was visible. 

I saw Pete's heart was racing as well. And then I felt his dick swell up even more.

I had to stop. I let go of my panties and they bounced back into their place.

“Calm down”, I whispered.

I stopped stroking him completely. I just held his cock in my hand.

The fact that Pete was about to cum, was too much for me. I had to finally touch myself. So I slowly slipped my fingers into my panties. But this time, I slipped my entire hand in. Slowly I let them travel down further.

And then my fingers made contact with my pussy. My clit was so hot and swollen.

I bent my fingers and let my middle finger slide into my pussy.

Pete saw my fingers bent like that and he must have known what I was doing.

I started to slowly stroke my clit and move my middle finger in and out of my pussy. My breathing got heavier. I barely touched myself and I was already close to an orgasm.

But Pete interrupted me.

“I'm cumming soon”, he whispered.

“What?” I was confused.

He just nodded.

“I'm not even stroking you”, I whispered.

“I know.”

I stopped massaging my clit while we had this short exchange, but I continued to play with myself right away.

I was sliding a second finger inside my pussy and when they came back out and touched my clit I nearly came. I continued to play with my clit. Moved it in circles. While I was looking at Pete's dick. And then I came. 

I touched myself only a couple of seconds, but I had the most intense orgasm of my life.

Pete saw me closing my eyes and breathing heavily. He knew I had an orgasm. And right away I felt his penis swell up again.

When I came back to earth I whispered:

“Easy. Don't cum in my hand. Remember the rules!” I nodded at the two guys at the bar. 

“You have to cum in my mouth.”

Hearing me say that, that was too much for Pete.

I saw that he was close so I quickly moved forward and opened my mouth. I took his head in my mouth and then I started to work my way up and down his shaft. I was moving my head faster now. I knew that Pete was very close.

I grabbed his balls with my left hand and started cupping them. And with my right hand I was stroking his shaft when it wasn't in my mouth. I tried to go as deep and as fast as I could. I wanted to give my brother the best orgasm of his life as well.

And then he grabbed the back of my head and gasped:

“I'm cumming... I'm cumming.”

I kept going. I was squeezing his balls and his shaft harder know and my tongue was playing with his dick. And then I felt the first load of cum hit the back of my throat. I slowed down and tried to swallow. And it worked. And then I felt the next load hit my throat. Again, I swallowed his cum. Then I moved back a little bit, so that the head of his dick was now resting on my tongue. Then I felt the third load of cum go down my throat. I stopped stroking him, but held his dick in his current place. I started to suck on the head and then a fourth load came out of his dick. I felt his cum on my tongue and swallowed it. Then I let my tongue swirl around the tip of his penis and squeezed his shaft and the final drops of cum came out. I couldn't believe how heavy Pete came. And I swallowed every drop of his cum.

After a minute or so, we both came back to earth. I carefully closed my zipper and closed the button as well. Then Pete sat back up and closed his pants as well.

When he closed his belt, I heard the boss's voice:

“Are you guys done?”

There was a short pause.

“Finally. It's about time. We only have a couple of minutes left. So.. she's pretty good, huh?”

Pete nodded. Then he helped my stand up. My legs were shaking. 

“Hey Tony, bring the girl into my office. I don't want her around here during the deal.”

Tony walked around the bar and walked towards me. He saw that I was a bit shaky and took my arm. He led my down a narrow hallway. I didn't even know where we were going.. Everything was kind of blurry. Finally we came to a small room. Tony gently pushed me in. He pointed to a couch:

“Take a seat. Don't touch anything. Understood?”

I guess I nodded, but I wasn't sure. Then Tony closed the door and I heard a key being turned. I was by myself. The deal was about to happen. I was afraid. I thought about Pete. I hoped that everything would turn out okay. I wasn't sure what would happen. But at the same time, as I was sitting there, I thought about everything that happened between Pete and me.

The room was completely quiet. I had a feeling that it was sound-proof. I didn't hear anything.

I was alone, all by myself, in the office for about forty-five minutes. Then, all of a sudden, I heard that the key was being turned. I startled.

But then... Pete came in. He was wearing his police shield on his belt. I jumped up.

“Everything's fine. We busted them. It's over. It's over,” he said as he ran closer.

“Thank god you're alive,” I said.

“Are you alright?” he asked as he hugged me.

I nodded.

He moved away from me to look into my eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Apparently Pete's unit was already waiting outside. They had to wait until the deal was done and then they busted the guys when they came out of the club. Then everybody came running into the club and with Pete's help, they busted Tony and the boss as well.



Undercover



Her breasts bounced on top the tight leather corset as she pull the cord stretching his ankle to the fourth and final bedpost. 

"Fuck yeah" he said through his teeth and she tied it securely. 

She had time to grab and pull each cord to check how tight they were and swipe his cowboy hat, the only thing covering his thick bare cock, and plop it on her head before her friend poked her head in.

He gave a loud yelp, quickly looking down at his open manhood, then back at their visitor and tugging at all posts. He recognized her as Crystal.

"Dawn, you're on in 2 min..." Crystal opened the curtains even more allowing more music to pour in and revealing her costume, "the bouncer, Dawn?". She stood there, arms crossed over her breasts.

"Oh, I'm ready," Dawn patted his inner thigh before exiting. "We were old high school friends." She turned. "I'll be back shortly, handsome, then we'll catch up."

She shut the curtains behind her and headed toward the stage. She stopped once after hearing the bed rattle off in the distance and her name. Two girls wearing nothing but bunny ears, a pink thong, white silk stockings, and high heals walked off stage.

"Hey, didn't you have something going on with that one bouncer? I've gotten tied up in my area if you want to say 'hello."

"Thanks," one of them said before they gave each other an anger look. 

Dawn turn before entering the stage and saw each bunny grab a long whip from the prop table while heading toward the curtain to her room. Each make a good loud crack, before looking at each, and entering. Dawn could even hear another yelp as she smirked and walked out onto the stage. 

*******

The club was crazy loud. The music blared through the sound system as she swiveled round on the pole. With the bouncer's hat, she was now a cowboy for her final. She felt very powerful when she was doing this, she knew all the men wanted her, it gave her a thrill. She bounced her round and ample ass up and down, shaking her ass in time to the music. 

He watched her with a certain interest. She had everything he liked in a woman, her breasts were ample and so was her ass and thighs. The sight of her twerking made him hard and he wanted to do so much more to her flawless skin, pretty face and ass. 

She finished her shift and got off the stage. The night had been good. She went to the bar to get a drink and unwind. Sitting there, sipping on it, it occurred to her that she might have a client that night, getting drunk was not the wisest thing to do. Shifting in her seat, she noticed a man staring at her and talking to the owner of the club. She had seen him watching her dance. He had magnetic eyes and a perfect build, she felt drawn to him, he made her mouth water. She put her glass back down on the bar and struck up conversation with the barman. His presence next to her was almost felt.

He finally approached..."Detective Jones here, Ms. Knight, do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?"

"Not at all, detective," she smiled and picked up her drink. "Mind if we go some place more quiet?"

>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Her bags were open any laying their on her bed as they entered her hotel room. It wasn't hard for any wandering eyes to see that the bag was filled to the brim with leather corsets, ropes, duct tape, a pair of thigh high boots, a ton of black cord, even a few chains.

"...expecting company?" His eyes now locked on the materials laying about on the bed.

"Part of the job, you had some questions?' She took off her jacket revealing her costume from earlier. "You don't mind if I change, do you? I don't wear leather all the time, you know."

His gaze was now fixated on her. It was too late before he himself realized he was staring. "Yes..sorry." He looked back at the bed, which didn't help. "A...a cop has gone missing, thought you may know a thing or two about it."

She pulled out and adjust another harness over her chest. This one at least covered her nipples. She examined to make sure it was straight using the mirror in the room. "Not too many cops come by here, in fact, you're the first, I can recall. Very exciting." The cowboy hat thrown off to the side of the room somewhere she now adjusted a captains hat on her head and started taking out of the toys from the bag. 

"You have another performance?" He looked at her new outfit.

"Nope," she threw a role of cord in his direction. "It's hot to have a cop around. I wanted to invite you for a nightcap."

***********

She liked the gun, especially in the hoister. The hoister and gun remained around his naked chest, almost like a personal harness as he stood there before her. She used his cuffs actually; crossed his arms and cuffed them to the ceiling. The red oversize ball gag in his mouth was hers though. He watched her as she freely walked around the room. Pulling out leather paddles and whips from the dresser he didn't see before. 

"Naughty, naughty detective," she tossed the paddles onto the bed and knelt down to pick up a thin wooden cane off the floor, "how should you be punish you?"

He remained standing there biting into the hard rubber engulfing his mouth, eyes glued to her as she slowly walked around him. Now close behind him, she slowly pulled his boxer briefs down. He stepped out of them and she tossed them to the pile of the rest of his clothes and badge. As she stood, she gently scratched her nails up along the back of his legs and ass. He looked up at his cuffed hands and closed his eyes as she ran her nail back down over his ass. When she stopped, his attention easily drifted back to how uncomfortable his tongue felt being pushed to the back of his throat. His eyes shot open when he then felt her breasts begin to slide down his lower back. He could feel his dry dark red hair covering his cheeks and crack brush against her rigid nipples.

What happened next was a little unexpected, but he could tell her heart was racing just as fast as his by the way she quickly moved about the room. She grabbed the cord from the bed and then quickly started tying around his upper thigh. He just watched her and she skillfully maneuvered the rope. Her breath slapped against his growing cock as she worked. She then grabbed the rope and pulled it toward the wall, lefting his leg up onto his toes. He was now standing primarily on one leg with the other perched up, almost like Captain Morgan. He looked down at his new stature, then back at her. She was already grabbing some more off the bed and rushed to the other leg and immediately went to work. He looked down at her, then his head bobbed a bit frantically around. He wasn't sure how he was going to stand, but watched as she forcefully pulled the second strand of rope to the opposing wall, making him stand on his toes. He wobbled a bit as she tightened the rope and made sure it was secure. 

He moaned a bit through the gag. She picked up some smaller cord, then looked at him hanging there trying to speak. 

"What's the matter, baby." She walked over and undid his gag.

He had to take a quick breath and let out a sigh of relief. "You, ah, do this allot, I can tell." He physically moved his jaw around to get it circulating again. 

"You can say that," she said with a smile as she grabbed his balls, roughly at first but then rubbed them. "But you should have seen the cop I had here last week."

"What?" He grabbed a hold of his own cuffs. "I thought you said I was the only cop to come around."

"That I could recall...Now I'm recalling him," she worked up and stroked his cock. "I had him tied to that chair actually." She nodded off in a direction behind him.

He tried to look behind him, but could only she the hotel door. "He was here?"

Almost on cue, Crystal walked in and froze. "Oh, I'm sorry..."

"Oh Shit!" He yelp, practically under his breath, and clenched his ass, which was facing her. 

"It's okay," Dawn was now wrapping the cord around his sack a couple times. "It's my fault, I forgot to put up the sign."

"Is that the guy you were checking out earlier?" Crystal realized the door was wide open and closed it partially behind her. "Cute."

He tried turning his head back and forth to see this woman talking behind him, but his legs were firmed tied. At a loss of words, he looked up and fiddled with his cuffs briefly; they weren't going to budge. He didn't even realized Dawn finished tying up his cock, all the way up his shaft.

"How much time do you need?" Crystal sighed. "It's late."

"Ummm" Dawn picked up her cane and joined her friend at the door. "We kind of just start..." she looked over at the man barely managing to stand on his tippy-toes. "An hour...two maybe?"

"Really?" Dawn groaned.

"Can't you hang out next door for a bit?"

"It's really okay," his toes were starting to hurt and he just noticed his bound cock. "I'm finished." He looked over to his pants balled up on the floor, where the keys were.

"They brought the bouncer up, and they remembered to put the do not disturb sign up!"

"Oh, glad they're getting a long now."

"Well, they promised they'd let him dominate for a while this time."

"Why don't you just join them for a quick drink and I'll be right over and let you know as soon as I'm done?"

"Fine, but you better hurry," she turn and left.

"Hand me my keys, babe," he nodded over in the direction of his pants. 

"Oh, we're not done yet," she poked his butt with the tip of the cane. "I just scored us a couple of hours."

"I'm done with this part." He watched her walk around to face him. "This is really uncomfortable."

"Mmmmm, is it?" she slide her hand down his back and crack, then cupped and squeezed his ass. 

"Ah...I really need to ask you about the cop you saw last week." He then yelped as she slapped his ass. 

She then grabbed his hair, pulling his head back, while licking from his ear down to his nipple. 

"How did you meet him...AH!" She bit into his nipple.

"Quiet, slave." She walked over and grabbed the ball gag.

"No, wait, I'll be good..." the gag was back in his mouth before he could get anything else out. He moan a bit, but a quick snap with the cane against his bound sack made him wince and stop real fast. 

He felt the wood slide across his ass before another quick snap bit against his cheeks. 

Crystal had forgotten something and thought she could slip in, but she stopped when she heard the sound. 

SWAT...MMMhuPHmMMMM!!...*SWAT*...MMMMMMOHFMMMM!! Dawffff, Thisten...*SWAT*...MMMMMMOFFFUMM!!

She then looked up to see Dawn cropping the detective through a small crack of the curtain. His arms flexed while pulling at his cuffs in the ceiling. His legs swung back and forth, and his head dropped back. Each loud swat followed a muffled groan. She just slowly turned and returned to the neighboring room. 

************************

The first thing she saw was the bouncer, again. He was still naked and tied up good; wrists crossed over his head knees pointed upwards, arms ran behind his back, crossed, and tied to his ankles, knots near his ankles, wrists, knees, and thighs...they even lashed the rope over his stomach and tied a few knots there for good measures. They promised him a turn at dominating...but they easily talked him into going second, which was a couple of hours ago. He was still waiting for his turn. The cord was even wrapped tight up against the edges of his mouth. He scrapped his face across the rough material of the sheets to see her pull up her one stocking and finish fashioning her boot. She then sat down right in front of his face. 

"Hey Derek." It came out almost as a sigh from her mouth. She was beat...not as bad as the guy next door though.

His tongue slide over and around the rope pulling his head back. They had it so that every time he pulled at his wrists, his head would be pulled back more. Bouncer was codename for cop. She ran her fingers through his hair. Yeah, he was a cop, and he came around. She had tied him up, roughed with him, but he always wanted more. He looked intently into her eyes. 

"Lllawn, lllen's myyy thurn," he muffled for his turn through the rope.

Crystal crack a whip right across his ass as she walked across the bed on the other said of Dawn. He yelped and winced, causing his arms to flex and pull his mouth and head back.

"No Staring, Slave!" He rested her boot right in front of his face. He looked frantically between her boot, then up at her as much as he could with just moving his eyes. He moaned a bit wildly until she whipped him again and rested the tip of her boot on his back pushing him more into the bed. The bunnies walked over and joined. He laid there bound and surrounded by four topless women holding onto long leather whips. "How is he?"

"Still there, how you saw him." 

***************

He was left there..."Dawn?"...still naked and bound..."Dawn!"...the gag was out, but she blindfolded him before she left. "DAWN!?!"

He was still breathing heavily, trying to look around. His ass hurt and he could feel his cock still tied tight, even though he just shot what felt like a huge load across the room.

"You taking a shower or something?" He fiddled with his cuffs then let out a loud sigh of defeat. "This was hot, but I have some questions, so can you please come back and we can take a breather?" 

...silence...

"Dawn!!" He rocked back and forth. 

That's when all four came in and surrounded him. They had dressed in the same tight black dark suits. The bunnies brought in thick armored briefcases and quickly opened and assembled them into a computer on tripods. He looked frantically around at the noise around him.

..."Dawn?"

She pulled off the blindfold. "Hello, Jack."

"How'd you know my name?"

"You're the worst undercover agent." She pulled out her gun and tossed it against the bag of toys on the bed. "And so is your partner next door. 

She slapped his ass then turned toward the computer that was now facing the both of them. To the computer she started speaking Russian and pointing at him. She even grabbed his balls and squeezed. 

To Be Continued...



Undercover



"Hey Tommy what the deal tonight."

"I'll tell you what the deal is Dean, your going to go with Mick here and pick up the next shipment. It's coming in at dock 12 at 4 a.m. when you get the package you bring it back here."

"Okay, what's the shipment this time?"

"Same as before, but this time it's a larger shipment. We have to be careful the last shipment was picked up by the fucking cops and Bo and Chase were caught. You and Mick watch out for the cops and don't get caught. I can't afford to lose another shipment my supplier is getting pissed about not getting paid because of loss of product. Not to mention the backer he is getting nervous about continuing his alliance with us because we haven't been able to deliver as we did before that new fucking task force started. Now we can't move shit in this fucking town."

"Yeah the cops aren't making it easy for us to make a fucking living in our business."

"Mick you make sure nothing happens to this shipment."

I heard the door open then shut again and knew they were getting ready to leave, I looked at my watch it was 3 a.m. I called my captain told him what I had heard, we set up a meet with the task force a few blocks from the docks.

I got ready to leave the house to meet the captain, I went to Shaun's room opened the door, walked to the bed he was still sleeping though he had moved his arms were wrapped around the pillow I had been sleeping on. He looked so good it was hard not to undress and get back into bed with him, but I had a job to do. I leaned down and kissed his lips. He stirred and looked over his shoulder at me.

"I thought you left?"

"I did, but I had to come back and see you again."

"You going somewhere?"

"Yes, I have to go meet someone. I will be back later, can I come back here when I do."

"Of course you can," he said rolling over taking my face in his hands he kissed me so passionately that it made my cock jump.

I wrapped my arms around him pulling him close and kissing him in return. I felt as if I would never see him again it made me feel like crying and I am not an emotional person.

"What's wrong Rich you look like your going to cry?"

"It's nothing, I'm fine. I will see you soon. It's late go back to sleep I'm not sure when I will be back it may not be until tonight so don't worry about me okay."

"Okay, if your sure there is nothing wrong."

"I'm sure."

I kissed him again and left the house driving to the warehouse where I was meeting the captain and the task force. I donned my gear including my bullet proof vest, readied my weapon and we listened to the wire. Tommy the C.I. was a talkative guy letting us know where he was and what they were doing we just had to wait for the right moment. They got the shipment and were heading to the drop off which was supposed to be back the warehouse across from the brownstone then we heard Tommy asking where they were going.

"The boss said there was a change of plans when I called before we left he want the shipment taken to another location."

"Where to now?"

"I was told to head to the Westside and he would call. That's all I know." We were in a van headed the same direction as they were when we heard a cell phone ring, Mick answered and we heard him talking to someone, saying ok and yeah every few seconds. 

"Well where's the meet?"

"At 121st street we will be there shortly don't worry." We headed for the meet and set a plan into play. I thought about Shaun at home lying in bed waiting for me. It was nearly dawn he would be getting up soon. The van stopped and waited for the next word from Tommy. Then we picked up Tommy telling Mick that he used to live in this neighborhood he to P.S. 48 just up the street. From that we new right where he was we were close we moved in. We heard the vehicle honk and then a large garage door opening and the truck driving in . we could see the truck we were in the right spot it was an old clothing warehouse and the truck was just driving in when we pulled up.

We set up a perimeter around the building S.W.A.T. was setting up across the street we were just waiting for all parties to be there and the word from Tommy to go in.

It seemed like forever when we heard the same voice we had heard before and new the deal was going down. Then I heard a familiar voice on the other end of the tape, it was T.J. from the house. No this was not happening the person I was looking for was right under the same roof as I was, I was pissed to be sure.

They were opening the shipment and I heard Tommy say, "Damn that is a lot of cocaine, where we going to get rid of all that."

That was our cue we busted in and right away gunfire erupted from both sides. I was down behind a crate when I moved out to get a better shot at the guy who was trying really hard to blow my head off, I moved. Then blackness was all I saw.

When I woke up next I was in the hospital, doctors rushing around me, pain in my head and chest, I couldn't breath I was gasping for air. All I could think about was Shaun, he was waiting for me. He would have no idea what happened to me. I became agitated I needed to tell them to get Shaun. I needed him to be here. It went black again.

I woke up and looked around the room I was alone, I saw the phone and reached for it. I dialed the house number, Paul picked up.

"Paul, its Rich is Shaun there?"

"Rich, you have had us all worried. When we hadn't heard from you we thought something had happened to you. Are you alright?"

"Yes, well I guess so. I need to talk to Shaun is he there?" 

"Yes, I'll get him."

I heard Paul yelling up the stairway to Shaun that I was on the phone, he picked up.

"Rich, where are you are you okay?"

"I'm fine Shaun, I'm sorry that I worried all of you I didn't have much choice. I just woke up, I tried to get someone to call you but I think I blacked out before I could get the words out."

"Blacked out, where are you? Oh God are you Okay!"

"I'm in the hospital I was shot during a raid, but I am okay."

"Shot, Oh my God Rich. Where are you I will be right there."

Next thing I knew there was a commotion out side my door and it was Shaun having words with the nurse about not being family. He came through the door and I was trying to raise up to go to him, he came to me wrapped his arms around me crying, I was crying holding on to him for dear life. He kissed me and all the pain went away, I knew where my heart belonged. 

"I don't know what I would have done if I had lost you," he said holding my face in his hands kissing me gently.

"You won't, I promise." I said looking into his blue eyes.

"Rich, I love you."

"I love you too, I don't know how it happened but I do."

He laid down on the bed with me and I told him the whole story about how I came to live in the house, where I really work and how I ended up in the hospital. He wasn't mad he was actually glad, happy that I told him the truth. We have worked through it all, I told my captain what happened and thanked him for sending me on that assignment, it helped me find my true home. 

I stayed on the force, my help with the bust got me a citation from the mayor and I went to homicide as a detective. I still live at the house of course Shaun moved into my room I couldn't live in the maroon room and besides I love the look of moonlight on Shaun's bare skin as we make love each night with the curtains opened wide as our bodies move with one another. I have even bottomed once it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, Shaun was ever gentle with me as usual. The feel of his hard cock in my ass well the words don't describe the feeling of having the person you love most in this world so close to you, making each of you one. Our skins wet with sweat from the long hours of lovemaking, his kisses over my skin making it all okay. The feelings of love spreading through our bodies as he came inside me, filling me with his love. Nothing is more pure than that.



Undercover



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Part1-Learning Curve

My name is Amanda Miller and as a child my father abused my mother, both mentally and physically for years. My Mother left my Father when I was only thirteen but the abuse continued for years after as we still lived in the same city. The abuse ended one day when I was twenty one and home from college. 

I came home to find my Father screaming at the top of his lungs and my Mother in the corner with a swollen eye. Completely outraged I hit my father with an open fist right jab followed by a left uppercut that left him unconscious slumped over the kitchen table. In pure silence my Mother and I looked at each other stunned in disbelief as my Father fell to the floor. It was then that I started to know what I wanted to do with my life, help battered woman and fuck over violent men. 

Years later I found myself working for the city police department. Now two years on the force I have a lot to prove, not only do I have to fight threw the normal female stereotypes but with my blond hair, blue eyes and large breasts I have to fight off constant advances from the guys. Don't get me wrong, I love the fact that men are attracted to me but it really feels like it hinders my progress at work. At twenty six I feel like I'm way more ambitious than most and certainly more than the young men on the force. I'm constantly looking for ways to stand out

One night while on patrol my partner John and I were called to a murder site to help quarantine the area. We entered the small townhouse and I was shocked to see a woman from my high school class naked and mutilated on the floor. 

"I know this woman" I said still in shock.

The detective raised his eyebrows and walked over to me.

"What can you tell us about her?" He asked

"Well, I guess you know already her name is Virginia Frost, she was in my graduating class in high school. She was the first to try drugs and always in some sort of trouble with the school and her parents"

"Did you know her well?" He asked

"No but I knew of her as she was pretty popular in school. She was the first to start having sex and all throughout high school she was always with different guys. I recently heard she was a prostitute"

The detective immediately took out his phone and made a call. I assume to Barbara who leads our prostitution division. I looked around the apartment and next to her computer I found a business card with her name on it and a website address. I entered the site in my blackberry browser. It was her alright, she was naked and the site was advertising a personal escort service. She offered a GFE (Girl Friend Experience), sensual massage and dates.

The detective got off the phone and said Barbara never heard of her. I showed him my blackberry and again his eyebrows rose.

"What's your first name officer Miller? He asked

"Amanda, sir"

"Amanda, thank you and well done" He said 

Later that night at the station I ran into Mr. and Mrs. Frost who were in tears. I approached them to offer my condolences and I sensed a deep shame from Mr. Frost but Mrs. Frost looked desperate and almost like she wanted something from me. As I left them I felt such sympathy for them I couldn't help but shed a few tears myself.

My shift was over and my paperwork done so I packed up to head home. Mrs. Frost spotted me leaving the building and followed me out and called me over.

"Amanda, do you have a moment please?

"Yes Mrs. Frost of course"

"I'm really struggling with this, how this could happen and why it couldn't be prevented. I've spoken to a few people here and am I correct that there is virtually no law enforcement in place for escorts?"

"Yes you are correct Mrs. Frost"

"So escorts are free to do what they do but they don't have the same protection that prostitutes have, am I correct in saying this?"

"Yes, we save prostitutes from violence all the time"

"Amanda I have a proposition for you. As you know Mr. Frost and I are very wealthy and I'm willing to donate a large sum of money if the department expands its prostitution program to include escorts. If you write up what you think can be done to limit escorts in the city and bring that report to me, I'll back it up with a large grant and support you to get it in place"

This not only sounded like a great idea but was also the window of opportunity I was looking for. Without telling anyone I began to create a PowerPoint presentation of how we could prevent escort services in the city. There was also another murder victim involved in escorting three days later which fueled the need for a solution.

Three weeks later I presented all of my ideas to Mrs. Frost and she was impressed but concerned. This was going to be a dirty job and she was concerned for my welfare if we continued. I assured her that I have think skin and could not only do the job but do it well and she agreed.

With backing from Mrs. Frost I was giving a promotion and my own program to run with my own budget. This was an undercover assignment and would remain secret not only to the rest of the police force but to my friends and family. Secrecy was absolutely needed not only for my protection but the programs; this was something I insisted on. 

My partner John was assigned to my program which I wasn't very happy about, I wanted another woman so I'd feel more comfortable. I guess the strength of a man is a good thing to have though. John is twenty nine and a hell of a fighter, matter of fact I've never seen anyone get one over on him. He's a very good defensive fighter but knows when to use brute force.

Winter began as the first snow layered the streets. John and I met up at a small office we rented downtown at 6am to begin our work. John was very good with computers so his priority was to get our websites up and running. We bought 20 different domain names so we could alternate between active websites. John booted up the computer and got to work right away. I on the other hand had some research to do. I was never one for heavy make up or flashy outfits so I spent the morning reading about make up and the afternoon shopping. 

I arrived back at the office with 6 bags of cloths, shoes and make-up.

"Hey Amanda, looks like a mission accomplished for you huh?"

"Hell yeah, I'm a total slut now ha-ha. How you doing?"

"Really well, look at this"

He had multiple sites setup already and they looked good, not too fancy which was good as all the other escort websites were just very simple. He had naked pictures from the neck down on all of them but I felt uncomfortable with them for some reason.

"These don't really look like me John"

'Well yeah but does it matter?"

"Yes it matters; right off the bat there will be a level of distrust with the suspects" 

"Yeah, I guess your right, its hard finding good pictures with no headshots" He said

"You have a camera on your phone right?" I asked

"Yeah" He said with hesitation.

"Are you serious?" 

"Listen John, were going to need to get past normal uncomfortable feelings. Tell you the truth I kind of wanted a woman as a partner because of this"

John is married so I'm sure he was thinking is this going to be OK with his wife. We really needed to cut though the sexual tension as fast as possible to get this job going though.

"John lets do a set of pictures for each website I can use the cloths I bought and we can present the websites as very different. Let me throw something on.

"OK lets do it, in the same sprit I have another idea too when your out" He said

I went into the bathroom and thought the tight jeans would be a good start. Black high heals and a black skin tight tank top. I let my hair down and put some makeup on the best I could. When I came back outside John's jaw dropped.

"Amanda, I gotta say I didn't think you were this attractive. I've never seen you with your hair down"

"Thanks, I think. What was your other idea?"

"Well I think it's important. We should roll play a meeting, we may find certain dialogue that we like to lead to a bust. Remember this isn't going to be easy, they are going to have to ask for sex and agree to pay you extra for the sex. My wife would slap me for this but why don't we try this. For every outfit you put on for the pictures we will roll play a different situation and then take some pictures"

I agreed and was surprised John was thinking proactively and comfortable with it, this eased my second thoughts about him.

"OK sounds good, here let me come out of the bathroom again and we will start."

I went back into the bathroom and knocked on the door as if it was a front door. John opened it looked at me and started laughing.

"Oh god, sorry. Let's try again" He said as he tried to wipe the smile from his face

He closed the door and I knocked again. John opened it and with a straight face welcomed me in. He took my hand and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you for coming, your money is on the table. We have an hour right?" He asked.

"Yes we do. Let's get right to it, what would you like?

As I asked I got face to face with him and kissed his neck then looked into his eyes. He looked like he lost his train of thinking but quickly regrouped.

"Um let's sit over here, how about a sensual massage?"

We both sat on the couch; he put his hand on my thigh and asked if I could take off my shirt. I nodded in approval and pretended to take off my shirt 

"Can I touch your breasts" He asked

"Sorry no touching there, unless you want to pay for it" I said 

"Ah not true" John said as he got up.

He grabbed a stack of papers from his desk

"Here is all the laws right here, to sum it up for you the suspect has to offer you payment for sex, oral sex or to fondle or be fondled the genital area. Furthermore if someone touches you down there without offering to pay for it, we can't bust him for it. He has to offer you payment on top of the payment already agreed to for just the meeting"

It was clear now that John was the perfect choice for this program and I was very thankful for his focus. I was planning on reading up on the laws but he beat me to it.

"OK let's end this session and take some pics" John said

With that John got up and I reminded him not to get my face in any of these pictures. While faced away from John I took off my shirt and bra and put one knee on the couch, bent my back and stuck out my ass. He snapped a few pics of my bare back and a close up of my ass. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down six inches and covered my breasts with my right arm and hand. I turned to face him and put my other hand on my jeans like I was pulling them off and bent over. 

"Oh that's a good shot" John said as he took multiple shots.

I was feeling surprisingly relaxed and was even enjoying myself a bit. I stepped close to John and released my breasts and he took a few close ups of my breasts with my long blond hair falling upon them.

"OK that should be good enough for one site, let's get pictures for one other site and make them both active and see if we get any takers" I said and John agreed.

This time I went with this beautiful elegant laced trimmed satin slip and a black wig. I knocked on the door; John opened it and looked in awe.

"My god Amanda let me take a picture"

The slip came down to my knees so I lifted it and he took some pictures of the matching panties. He asked me to turn around and I dropped the straps to give him some good back shots.

"Ok let's continue with the massage roll play, keep me talking now"

He lay down on the couch face up and I knelt on the ground and started to massage his chest threw his shirt but I was just going threw the motions and not really giving him one.

"Come on get me talking, you want this to end fast" John said

I was speechless and couldn't think of one damn thing to say. 

"Just think I could be an old fat guy, you want to end this fast. The faster you end this the less you will have to go though"

Again I couldn't think of anything and just continued to massage his chest; I was also a bit distracted because John had a serious hard body and I was thinking his wife was lucky. As my mind wondered John brought me back to earth by putting his hand on my shoulder and started massaging me a bit.

"Come on Amanda, get me talking or things are going to happen that you don't want to. Pretend I'm Jack from the office" He said

Jack was an officer in his fifties that was obese and I tried to envision him and not John as I said "What can I do for you?

"Let's start with talking off this top" John said

With his hand already on my shoulder he took the strap of my slip and pulled it off my shoulder. The satin gently caressed my nipple as it fell and exposed my left breast. I closed my eyes and inhaled quickly and again nothing came to mind to say and I found myself really giving him a massage now as my fingertips dug into his chest. John waited for me to do something but when I didn't take any action at all he removed my other strap and again the satin fell across my nipple. With my large breasts and totally erect nipples it was clear to John that I was turned on. 

"Amanda" John said with a raised voice. I opened my eyes, looked at John who had a concerned look on his face and I felt embarrassed as I put my hand over my eyes in shame.

"You are totally not ready for this" John said and he was right. All of the sudden the difficulty of this job came crashing down upon me and I was frightened. I put my slip back on got up and paced the room as John got up as well. 

John grabbed my shoulders and looked into my eyes "Listen, its ok were going to have to practice a bit, lets change up the pace and talk about our communication system"

I had a phone with preset buttons that would alert John to various situations as he waited outside in the car.

1 = I was fine. (Every fifteen minutes) 2 = The subject incriminated himself and to come in and make the arrest.  3 = A violent emergency and to assist immediately. 4 = The subject did not incriminate himself and I was leaving. 5 = The subject did not incriminate himself and need assistance leaving. (Non emergency)

"Ok so you would have to keep your phone by you at all times. I guess you would need to make an excuse why" He said

"I could say I'm expecting an important text message"

"Ok that's good. In this situation let's say you put it on the ground next to the couch. Go ahead and press 2 and let's see how long it takes until I see it"

We timed it and it took ten seconds. We figured John would be parked a bit away as to not draw attention so we added another minute until he could be at the door.

My phone rang and interrupted our testing it was the detective from the murder site, detective Johnson. He informed me there was another murder of an escort and that he was made aware of my program so that we could converse. He ordered me to get the program going tonight but I protested and claimed quite truthfully that we were not ready. He didn't care and insisted that we start immediately. I explained this to John and moments later he activated the two websites we had ready.

I was frantically nervous now, not only was I not ready for this but now it was clear there was a murderer targeting escorts. I felt way in over my head and hoped that nobody found our website tonight, but of course only a half hour later they did.

"We have two emails from the jeans website Amanda, the first one is...oh my god! This idiot is asking for sex and oral" John said with disbelief. 

John replied back to the email setting a price and asked if he agreed. 

The second email read:

Melissa, (my fake name)

I'm a 46 year old black man, my wife has left for the night and I would love to meet up with you tonight. Please come over at 8pm and plan to stay for two hours and don't eat before you come, I'm making some dinner. Please rsvp

Roland.

PS: Wear those jeans from the pictures.

John sent back an email agreeing to the meeting and as he did beads of sweat dropped from my forehead and my knees became weak. John started to give me a pep talk about being aggressive but everything he said turned into back round noise as I starred blankly at the wall. This was a mistake; I'm not ready for this I thought as John continued to speak. 

Top pass time until the meeting with Roland, John and I practiced self defense moves from the missionary position. Sooner then I liked 8pm was rolling around so I hopped in the shower and got ready for the night. When I applied my makeup, my hands shock as I was still very afraid that I had made a huge mistake taking on this job. Back in my tight jeans and black tank top and left the bathroom and tried to put on a brave face. The snow was coming down outside so John and put on our coats and headed to meet Roland.

Roland lived in a middle class area of the city, John stopped a bit down the block to let me out and I struggled in my high heals threw the snow to his house. I rang the bell and let out a very deep breath and tried to remind myself to be aggressive. Roland answered the door with his face covered in sweat and I was taken back by this and how fast he opened the door. 

"Melissa, please come in. My dinner is burning close the door behind you" He yelled as he ran back inside to the kitchen that was filled with smoke. I closed the door and sheepishly stepped inside.

"God darn it" Roland yelled as he turned off the oven and checked to see how bad dinner looked. Smoke billowed out and Roland waved his hands threw the air and swore several more times. 

This awkward start to the night actually put me at ease a little as I found the situation quite funny. 

"Well, there goes dinner Melissa" Roland said as he threw his hand up in defeat.

"And that's why the wife cooks, please let me take your coat. Your money is on the table there and make yourself comfortable; I'm going to take a quick shower"

Roland excused himself politely and I grabbed the money and put it in my purse. I pressed 1 on my cell to let John know the situation was OK. While you can never tell I was quite sure that Roland was not the guy murdering escorts which eased me further. He was a very tall man; I'd say about 6'4 and very well built. He was balding but didn't shave his head like a lot of black men do when they are balding, which gave him an old school look. 

I sat on the couch and waited as he showered and started to get really nervous again. I kept thinking that this was a mistake rather than concentrating on the task at hand. John and I have Sunday's and Monday's off and being Saturday I thought that John and I should work the next few days and roll play more. Then thoughts of how I can quit this assignment while saving face started tumbling threw my head and before I knew it Roland was back.

He stepped into the room with just boxers on and a lit joint in his hand. He walked over to me and knelt beside me.

"Amanda you are absolutely beautiful" He said and then took a deep hit off the joint.

"Let me see your body, lay down on the couch here" He demanded

I lay down head first and stretched out; he put his hand between my belly and the couch and pushed up.

"Let me see that ass" he said 

So I lifted my ass in the air with my face against the couch.

"Oh my god, so fine" He said as he took another hit off the joint. He put his hand on my ass and started squeezing and rubbing my ass threw my tight jeans. Then he put his face right next to mine and blew smoke straight in my face which made me cough a bit.

"Sorry honey, here inhale this one" This time he put his lips right up to mine and blew the smoke directly into my mouth. I inhaled deeply and as I exhaled I now felt both his hands on my ass, my legs and inner thighs and he firmly ran his hands over me while the joint hung from his mouth. 




Undercover



Minutes into this I realized I haven't said a word; I was failing just like I did when John and I roll played. I tried to think of something to say and before I knew it Roland again blew another hit in my mouth, I inhaled deeply again. 

Roland got up and said "Follow me honey and extended his hand to help me up" Just then I remember one thing I could say. "Oh wait, I'm expecting an important text message let me get my phone" I opened my purse, grabbed my phone, pressed 1 and Roland led me to another room.

Roland pointed outside a window sliding door at a hot tub with steam rising into the falling snow. 

"What are we going to do in there" I asked hoping for him to incriminate himself somehow.

"Ever go into a hut tub when it's snowing, honey?"

"No, I can't remember the last time I was even in a hot tub. What are you going to do to me in there" I asked with innocent eyes.

'We're gonna have some fun, honey. Now don't let the cold bother you at first, we'll be warm in no time"

Roland took one more hit of the joint and put it out. I was thankful he never handed to me as I only felt the effects mildly from him blowing the smoke into me. I looked outside at the beautiful falling snow; it was coming down really hard now. Roland stood behind me and surprised me when he kissed my neck and wrapped his arms around me.

He whispered in my ear "Let me take those cloths off"

He kissed my neck, then my ear, then lifted my shirt off. With a quick motion my bra fell to the floor and he softly pushed my tits against the sliding door window. The window was freezing and I let out a playful cry. He pulled me back into him and took both my nipples and rolled them between his fingers.

"Melissa, you have a killer body I can't believe you only charge $400 an hour" He said 

"I can charge more if you wish. What you want to do in the hot tub? I asked again"

He didn't answer me but again pushed me against the glass. He reached around and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them to the floor along with my panties. There I was in the situation that John warned me about from not talking enough. He removed my high heels and now a stood bent against the glass totally naked. Again he pulled me back into him but this time I felt his erection. At first I thought it must have been his knee or something, so I turned and saw by far the largest cock I have ever seen. At least ten inches and think as hell. 

"You ready" he asked

I grabbed my phone and we both ran outside and quickly into the hot tub. It was freezing so I put the phone on the side of the tub, pressed 1 and knelt down till the water was at my neck. Roland remained standing and looked up at the sky with his palms out catching the snow. His giant dick was right next to my face so I backed off and sat in the seat across from him. 

Roland then knelt down and slowly made his way towards me and we kissed for the first time. His kiss was gentle and soft. As we kissed I started to regain my composure a bit and started to think how I can make the bust. 

"What do you want to do to me Roland?" I said after our kiss broke. I looked him right in the eyes when I said this and thought to myself that I did well, that was a line to remember. But to my dismay Roland ignored the question and kissed me again. Up close Roland is not a very attractive man, while he has a very nice body for a man his age and the most amazing cock I've ever seen, his face was unattractive, which motivated me further to end this.

"How about a massage" He asked. I tried to hide my displeasure with a fake smile and agreed. He turned around and sat on the floor of the tub and I dug into his shoulders as he moaned.

I couldn't just ask him if he wanted to have sex because that would be entrapment. I had to get him to agree to pay more than he already has for sex. Escorts can legally have sex with there clients if no more money was paid for than which was originally set for just the meeting.  

"Roland what can I do to you after this? What's your favorite thing? I whispered into his ear.

"Well, Melissa. You have to be the most beautiful woman I have ever been with. I wasn't planning on this but I have to admit that I just have to have sex with you"

Jackpot. Now I just had to get him to agree to pay me more for the sex.

"Roland I would love that, but you know I have to charge you more for something like that" I said with my heart pounding.

'Well, tell you what. We still have an hour an a half so lets just take our time" he said as he moaned from my massage.

I was so close to making the bust and thought that other guys couldn't be as patient as Roland. Then I thought that I haven't really been that seductive and perhaps things would of went differently if I was more aggressive, like John said. Regardless I had to continue, naked in a hot tub with this middle aged stranger. 

Roland got up and said "You're turn" I was surprised that he wanted to give me a massage and I thought that defiantly other men would be easier than Roland to bust. 

"Knell on the seat there and I'll give you a good one" He command

I did as he said which exposed most of my body to the falling snow. My ass half way out of the water so now only my legs were warm. I knelt straight up but Roland pushed me forward so my elbows were now resting on the plastic side of hot tub. He dug his massive hands into my shoulders and I melted instantly. The snow would land on my naked back and shoulders and Roland would rub it into me. His Cock now pressed up against the top of my ass and lower back.

This went on for minutes and again I was silent, failing again like I did before. The contrast of the hot steam, falling snow on my body and Roland's deep massage had me turned on more than I've been for years. The thought of that massive dick pressed up against me now made me unconsciously bend over further and grid back into it. When Roland felt me push back he started moving his hips and his cock slid up and down my back and ass. 

Roland stopped the massage and I felt his massive cock in between my legs, I wasn't sure if it was his arm or cock so I looked down to check. I looked in between my legs and saw his cock moving back and forth right against my pussy but I managed to speak.

"Roland, please this costs more. We have to agree on a price" I said as I got up and sat on the seat.

Roland stayed where he was and now his cock was inches from my lips as I sat in the tub. 

"Honey, I have no problem paying you for this but I want you to want me. I want you to suck my cock for free, because you want to"

With this he moved even closer to me and now with his cock in his hand he rubbed it on my face. "Do it for free" He said again and now he rubbed it on my closed lips. I was in shock and speechless with my eyes closed. Again he said "Suck my cock honey" and he continued to rub it on my lips. He reached down and grabbed both of my nipples and tugged on them and when he did I opened my mouth and moaned allowing his cock to enter my mouth a bit. "Suck it" he said again and now I gave in to his will opened my mouth wide and licked his cock. 

The operation was blown as now there was no way legally I could bust Roland but I didn't care. I lifted his cock and licked his balls and then ran my tongue along the full length of his cock. I was still in awe of how big he was and could only fit the head and a few inches into my mouth. Roland backed off and pulled me up and we both stood and kissed with deep passion this time. 

His hand now rubbing my pussy as we kissed and to my surprise Roland quickly lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist. Again with another swift motion Roland lifted me above his shoulders and now my legs wrapped around his head. He cradled my back with his arms and licked my pussy and clitoris like a pro. My arms fell limp as I leaned back into his arms completely trusting him not to drop me. The snow fell in my face as I looked up into the night sky and it didn't matter one bit that I was now freezing ten feet in the air. I grabbed my own breasts which I don't think I ever did before while having sex and played with my nipples as the snow fell upon them. 

I've only had sex with two other men in my life and here I was with a black man twice my age giving me the best sexual experience ever. He said he was going to lower me now so I released me legs from around his head as he slowly lowered me down. When my tits reached his mouth he held me there and kissed them both as I felt the tip of his dick now against my pussy lips. "Do you want me inside you" he asked and I answered yes without a moments pause. The tip of his cock parted my lips and I moaned so load I thought John might hear me outside. "Want more" He said. "Yes" I begged as he lowered me a few more inches. He wasn't fucking me; he was just inside of me and kissing my tits and neck. "More" He asked again. "Yes, more" and he lowered me again and now I couldn't take it anymore and started to fuck him myself as I moved my hips up and down. Without asking this time he entered me fully and sat down on the tub seat giving me control. I fucked him hard and fast as I leaned my tits into his face. He put his finger on my clit and quickly flicked his finger back and forth while his 10 inch cock was fully being fucked. 

I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out; I became light headed but kept on fucking him. I buried my mouth upon his neck and screamed in an absolute delirious state of mind. Now Roland put both his arms around me grabbed me tight as he pulled me up and down upon his cock, fucking me so hard I swear I was seeing colors. For over a minute now I was still cumming, at least I think I was everything felt so good and then blackness. 

I passed out and awoke in Roland's bed. He had a wet towel on my head and put a fan next to the bed blowing on me. He looked scared to death as he said "Melissa can you hear me". 

"Yeah, how long have I been out?" I asked while looking for my phone

He handed me my phone and said "only for a few minutes, you had me worried there"

I pressed 1 on my phone and saw that it was 9:45 and I had to leave within 15 minutes.  Roland brought my cloths up for me and I began to dress,

"Melissa I gotta say that was some great sex, I think we stayed in the hot tub to long though and that's what got ya" He said as he watched me dress.

"I put another $300 in your purse and I want to meet up with you again next week"

Reality of the situation set in and I told Roland maybe and quickly left the house. I got in the car and John had an absolute freighted look on his face.

"Are you OK, Melissa" He said with concern

"I'm fine, just drive" I said

I didn't tell John what happened but did confess that I screwed it all up and the night was a complete failure. I told him I froze just like in our roll play and even went as far as telling him that I'm not the person for this job. I lied and said that we ate dinner half the time I was there so it wasn't so bad. John dropped me off at home. I closed the door and leaned against it and let out a long breath and smiled. Yes the night was a failure, yes I let myself down and didn't perform as expected to fulfill my duties, but this didn't change the fact that I just had one of the best experiences of my life and I really wasn't ashamed about it.  Matter of fact I started to think this night might help me in this job as my sexual experience was quite limited, this could only help I kept telling myself. 

I showered and lay in bed thinking about Roland. Without thinking I found myself lightly moving my hand over my pussy hair. I looked out the window at the falling snow and completely exhausted I fell asleep thinking of him.



Undercover



Detective Mike Russell and a half dozen of the cities finest were huddled together in the dark class room. On the screen in front of them was a picture of the third Hispanic girl to be killed in the last two months. Even in death it was easy to see that she had been beautiful. She could not have been more than sixteen; the same as the other two girls. Captain Conner had the floor. "Guys, we have got to find out where these girls come from and who is doing this to them."

Several spoke up; "we know where they are coming from. Someone is smuggling them across the river with a promise of good jobs once they get here. Then selling the girls to the whore houses down on the lower end."

Mike spoke up; "These three girls were killed trying to escape as a lesson to the others that might have the same idea."

Captain Conner spoke again; "We have plans in the works to infiltrate one of the business and see if we can put a stop to this. Mike, this time you are the one going undercover."

Mike wanted to object but knew that he had managed not to be chosen the last few times and it was really his time. June was not going to like this. The last time he had been under cover he and his female partner had ended up in bed together and it had almost cost him his marriage. Being with a pretty woman for weeks at a time was hard for either the man or woman to resist. And if Liz was anything it was more than just pretty. Since she wasn't married he was the only one that caught hell. "Mike, meet me in my office when we break up."

"Hey Mike, who you going in with this time? Bet June will have a fit if it is Liz. If I get to fuck her I'll volunteer to take your place." All the other guys were laughing because they knew how close he came to loosing June. All of them had been in this situation at one time are another, most had slipped if the female was willing.

The meeting broke up and Mike followed the captain back to his office. He shut the door behind them. "OK captain, what's going on?"

"We had a mutual friend from out of town purchase one of the businesses for us. You are going in as the owner/ operator. Mike this could take six months or even longer, but we have to find out who is dealing these girls and most of all who is wiping them out."

"June is going to have a duck! Six months! Captain, my marriage is not on the most solid foundation already. In six months it may be past saving. You are not planning on having Liz go with me are you? That is all it would take to wind up my marriage for sure."

"I can't help you getting caught with your cock in the wrong pussy. You guys need to get the right head in the right place. Liz is going to be a part of this but not like before. She is already working at the place undercover."

"Liz in a whore house? I know she likes fucking but I can't picture her doing that for the job."

"No, she is working as a dancer for the club. The only way she gets a man is if she wants him herself. I would never put one of our female officers in a place for that purpose."

"Yea, but I bet if she wants to get fucked and help solve the case you sure wouldn't object either." Both men knew he was right. "How is it supposed to work for me?"

"We're sending you in with Jill as your wife."

"Jill, Jill Russell! Has the department loss its mind? She hasn't been out of the academy a year. She is still green about a lot of things, not to mention that she is my son's wife, my daughter!"

"She and Liz are the best we have for this assignment and Liz is already on the job. We need someone young with good looks and she certainly fits the bill. Hell, every man in the department would be willing to take your place for six months sleeping with her. Just think, June want be nearly as mad when she finds out it is Jill that you will be with. Her husband want have to worry about her spending time with one of our horny detectives. Everybody wins."

He continued, "You will go in with your trophy wife, Living in a nice home that you are ready to move into, and running a business that makes a fortune, and also on the lookout for underage girls for your special customers. You and Jill will party hard when you aren't working. Get to know the money men in town and who can supply you with the girls you need."

"What part does Jill play other than the good wife? Her cover is that she was a dancer when you saw her and married her. Now she has all the time in the world to spend getting to know the wives of the men in charge. We have a list of the ones we think are the kingpins; two that just happen to be your neighbors."

"Don and June aren't going to like this at all. Have you talked to Jill?"

"Yea, she is gung ho. Her first time and she is ready to go. Now it is your job to make sure she doesn't get hurt."

"How am I suppose to run a business I know nothing about; they will recognize a rat at once."

"You just happen to be kin to one of the mobs head honchos. They sent you down as a favor to him. The money came from the mob so they will be sure that their man is on site to take care of the everyday operations. Once the powers that be down there see the connection with the mob you will fit right in."

"Isn't it strange for the law to be working with the mob?"

"Not this time, they want the ones doing this gone. It gives them all a bad reputation when something like this is going down."

"When does it start?"

"You leave tomorrow."

"Shit!"

Mike set his bags on the bed and opened them. He watched as Jill opened the door to the closets. "Wow, we never had this much closet space at home. Which one do you want?"

"It doesn't matter, but make sure some of our stuff is mixed up with each others. If they should break into the house it has to look like we are married. Put both of our stuff in one bath, and we will sleep in one bed. Everything we do has to pass as a married couple."

"Ok Dad, you just tell me what to do and I will do it."

"That is another thing; never call me Dad! Mike, Honey, Sweetie, anything you like but Dad. How many wives call their husbands Dad?"

"My Mom called Dad, daddy after the children were born."

"A trophy wife would not call her new husband Dad."

She had a beautiful smile and she flashed it then; "Trophy wife? I like the sound of that." I couldn't help but smile back; she was to innocence to know just how much a trophy wife she was. She was tall, and her long legs were shapely; all the way from the floor to her nice firm ass. Her waist was trim, I was sure my hands could reach around it. Her breasts were nice and high, just the way I like them, not that I was going to get to sample them this trip. Her hair was dark and long, which set off her emerald blue eyes. She was hot! How Don hooked her I would never know but I was glad he did. She is very easy on the eyes. The Captain was right; every guy in the precinct would give his eye teeth to be spending six months with her.

We walked around together; getting use to the place and where everything was. The house wasn't all that big but it was plush. "Lot better than the dumps we normally get assigned to." Jill's eyes got bigger and bigger each time we discovered something more. The pool really attracted her attention.

"Having to hang out around her six months is really going to be hard." Thinking about Don being home alone and not able to contact him popped into her mind. "I mean."

I laughed, "I know just what you mean; that is what gets a lot of undercover agents in trouble." We were out side and I noticed that the pool could be seen from a couple of houses. "Come here."

She came up next to me; "What?"

I nodded towards the houses that could see us around the pool. "Show time. From this time on we are Mike and Jill Johnson; Owner/operator of the Paradise Gentleman's Club. Every move we make will be observed, it's time we convinced everybody that we are husband and wife. I'm going to kiss you so don't jump back and slap me." She laughed.

"Ok." I pulled her towards me and she came to me as if she had been in my arms all her life. She tilted her face up and I kissed her lips. Dam but she tasted good! It wasn't me that first opened my mouth; it was her. If she kissed Don like this then he was going to have a long six months! Her arms were around my neck and her body fit perfectly against mine. As hard as I tried I could feel me getting hard. I broke the kiss.

"Whew!" The kiss almost took away my breath. She leaned back in my arms, her lower body still close to mine, I knew she could feel me hard but she didn't back off.

"Think that might convince anyone that we are married." There was a twinkle in her eyes that told me she was yanking my chain.

"You almost convinced me." I led her over to a lounge chair and set down in it and leaned back. I pulled her down with me and she set between my legs and leaned back into me. Her head was resting on my chest while my arms were around her body. It was hard not to let my hands roam as I kissed her neck. She tilted her neck so that I could kiss it. If it got any better than this I would never make it through the six months. 

We stayed there for a half hour; me holding her and kissing her every now and then. She never backed down. "We need to watch what we say out here as they may start listing in on our conversations. We can sweep the house for bug's everyday. What we have done today is the easy part." I wondered if she thought it was as easy as I did. "We can set up a few visits home but we have to extra careful. These people play for keeps."

"Mike, playing this part isn't that hard to do." I was more than ready to agree with her. It was something similar that got me in bed with Liz and almost cost me my marriage. This could cost us both a lot more.

"Let's go out for dinner, we are on an expense account."

That night was trying to say the least. Every move we made had to appear we were husband and wife, which included sleeping together. I had no doubt that they would find a way to check out everything about us. If the Gentleman's club was going to be a customer of theirs they would know every little detail of our lives. Jill understood what it was all about and was willing to do what ever it took. Sleeping together was one item I didn't mention to June, I suggested that she do the same with Don. We both knew they would not understand. Both of our spouses would never have agreed if it wasn't because we are family.

I showered and went to bed while she was in the bathroom. I never slept in PJ'S and it had not occurred to me to bring a pair with me. I slept in my boxers.

Jill finished and came out of the bathroom. She had on a night gown that came just above her knees. It wasn't a real sexy type, but it was enough to attract any man's attention. Something like a wife might wear to bed with her husband. The bed was king size so there was plenty of room for the two of us. We both told the other good night and tried to get to sleep. Each time one would move are accidentally touch the other it would wake both of us. It went on like this for a couple of hours. I was lying on my back wide awake when I realize that she wasn't sleeping either.

"Jill."

"Yes?"

"Are you having trouble sleeping?"

"Yes, what about you?"

"Yes, what is your trouble?"

"I don't know. I didn't have any problem kissing you this afternoon and acting like your wife, but being in bed is different. Don is the only man I have ever been in bed with."

"It is going to be a long six months if we don't get any sleep."I laughed and she returned it. 'Which side of the bed do you normally sleep on?"

"I'm on the right side of the bed, that's not the problem." She was laughing, "Only Don usually sleeps on it also."

"Turn over on your side with your back to me." She didn't question me, just did it. I moved across and over next to her. Putting my arm across her waist I tucked her in close to me. She didn't stop me are pull away. "This is how June and I sleep; are you ok with this?"

"Ok." It was barely a whisper but she reached down and took my hand and pulled it to her chest above her breasts and settled back against me.

My breath was on her neck and I could smell the clean fresh scent of her body. It was intoxicating. "Good Night."

"Mike?"

"Yea."

"Don gives me a good night kiss." I propped up on my elbow and turned her face to me. Nothing could have stopped me from kissing her then. She turned her body towards mine and my lips covered her lips. One thing I had found out this afternoon and it was that Jill loved to be kissed. Tonight was no exception. My tongue went through her open lips to feel hers. Her lips were soft and fresh as she returned my kiss with all the energy I was giving her. She finally broke the kiss but my cock was as hard as it ever was. She had to feel it pressing against her body. 

"Whew! How do you ever get any sleep after a good night kiss like that?"

I could almost see her smiling; "Good night Mike." When I woke the next morning my hand had made its way under her gown and I was holding one of her fine breasts in the palm. I quickly moved my hand before she woke.

Over the next four weeks we had gradually made inroads with our neighbors and at work. What little information we had been able to gather came from Jill and her making friends with the wives of the men we were looking at. I passed it on to the Captain through Liz. Info wasn't the only thing I passed on through Liz. Being a normal man I liked sex and with June I had it on a regular basis. It had been weeks now since I had been with a woman like that. Being in bed with Jill wasn't helping it either. All I was getting was a hot good night kiss and a beautiful tit to hold when I woke up, which I quickly released before Jill woke.

Liz was working as a dancer and she was really doing a good job. With her looks she attracted her share of the cliental. She was in my office when she made me an offer I couldn't resist. "I know you liked to have lost your wife from our last time together, but this undercover stuff is rough on the man and woman. I know that you are with your daughter and I am sure that is why the Captain did it. I just want you to know that I am still under cover, just not with you. Hell mike, if you need a fuck come to me! Shit I need one myself!"

The sofa worked just fine. I had her stripped and was fucking her in the next few minutes. She was right; we both needed a fuck! It didn't take long before we both climaxed. To say it was good for both of us would be an understatement. "This is just between us Mike, no need for June or even Jill to know about us."

"Liz, I don't know what I would do without you. Not just this, but knowing you have my back on this. Jill is really green and I worry about her."

During the first four weeks we managed to get back home a couple of times on the excuse we still had some things to get moved into our new house. June, got all she could handle those two days, and the pressure was off me, are so I thought. Don had the same dazed look on his face when I picked up Jill to head back home.

I looked at her, "Don looked pretty well out of it this morning." She smiled; she knew just what I was referring to.

"You look pretty happy yourself. Did June ask you how things were going?" I knew that she was talking about things between Jill and me, not the job.

"Let's just say she was glad it is you I am with."

"That's pretty much what Don said." 

"I didn't fill her in on all the minor details."

"Minor! I don't know if I like that." She was laughing and so was I. I think we both were looking forward getting back home. All I know is that she felt good in my arms that night.

Jill had made contact with all the wives of the ones we were looking at. We were invited to pool parties around the community. It was almost funny in that all the wives were young and beautiful while most of the men were my age are older. I later found out that the women had once worked for their husbands in the clubs. Captain must have known that when he sent Jill with me; she fit right in.

My main job at the present wasn't to find out where the girls came from and who might have killed them. Right now it was our job to get accepted into the group where we might be included the next time a shipment of young girls came in. In other words Jill and I were to become friends with someone that might be a murderer. 

Some of the parties got pretty rough and I knew that there was a lot of sex involved after we left. I wasn't about to get Jill involved in that. She was hit on enough as it was. Ralph was the worst of the bunch. He was always asking question about how we met and making comments about the difference in our age. Once I told him she worked for me as a dancer he set out to get her to dance for the group. I didn't know if she could dance a lick or not and pretended that I was jealous when she danced for other men. She had never danced for other men but I knew that I would be jealous if she did.

I worked from late afternoon until after midnight before getting home. Jill was always in bed but would wake up and ask me how the night went. Then kissing me good night she snuggled up to me and went back to sleep. Her kisses were never pecks; they were full on the mouth kisses that left me wanting more. I had enough trouble getting to sleep. Some how I always had my hand under her gown when I woke each morning. She never said anything about it if she knew; and I wondered how she could help knowing as I did it every night.

I slept late each morning and when I did get up she and I spent a lot of time around the pool. I know we were being watched by Ralph and at least one other man. I didn't know if it was because they were worried about me or because Jill looked so hot in her bikini. She found a lot of reasons to sit in my lap and to kiss me. "You think we are selling them that we are married?"

"I don't know but they have been watching us since the first day." Little by little we had found some small trails on the young women. I had hopes that we would solve the murders before we had to call it quits.

I was later one night getting home than normal. I had little lead that I checked out before coming home. I was sure now where they kept the women before they were claimed by the clubs. I didn't dare call Jill because I was sure the phones were bugged. She met me at the door with a worried look on her face and a tear on her cheek.

"Where have you been? I was worried about you."

"Had to check out something after work."

"Liz, is that what you were checking out?"

"No! I was on business." I put my finger to my lips to remind her that we might be under sirvalence. She turned and walked towards out bedroom. The short gown looked good over her nice round ass with her long legs under it.

She got in her side of the bed and turned her back to me. I stripped and went to the bathroom and came back and slid between the sheets. I turned to her but she shrugged off my hand. "What's wrong Jill? I told you I wasn't with Liz."

"But you have been since we have been here!" I don't know how she knew as it had only been a couple of times.

"Ok, I have but only a couple of times. I just needed to be with someone and she was available. It has been rough with June at home and sleeping with you every night."

She rolled back over to face me with tears still in her eyes. "What do you think about me? Do you not think I have the same feeling as you? You could have had me anytime. I hope you don't think I am dumb enough that I don't know how you touch me at night. All you have ever had to do is just say that you wanted me!"

I pulled her over into my arms. At first she resisted but soon stopped and curved her body against mine. "Jill I have wanted you from the first time I kissed you. Nothing I ever did to you was acting. I just didn't know if you wanted me the same way!"




Undercover



She pushed me away and I fell back on the bed. She moved over me and pressed her hands on my chest. "Mike, I understand June but I will never share you with Liz are any other woman. We have nearly four more months and I need to be fucked by you every single day of it!" She reached and pulled her gown over her head and her beautiful breasts were right in front of my eyes. My hands came up to hold them as my thumbs caressed her hard nipples. I lay her on her back and slipped her panties down her legs. She lifted her hips and they slid off. I set back on my legs and just looked at her beautiful naked body. "I can see that you like something you see."

"Jill, I like everything I see!" I moved over her and she opened her legs for me. I used one hand to guide my dick to her opening. She was hot and wet; I didn't have any trouble locating the place I most wanted to be. My dick parted her cunt lips and I slowly but surely slid to the depths of her. It had been a long time, if ever, since I felt anything that came close to matching how good it was to be in her young hot pussy. She was slick and I entered her completely without stopping. When I reach the bottom I stopped and held still as I felt her quivering pussy on my dick. I could feel every tremble of her body as she put her hands on my naked ass and pulled me tight until there wasn't any space left that out bodies were not touching. If I hadn't known it before I knew now that we were in bad trouble. There was no way that this would ever end in the next four months. I was going to want this for years to come, and from the way she was reacting I felt that she felt the same way.

I felt her moving her hips around on my hard cock. I rose up to give her some freedom. Looking at her I saw she was staring down her body where we were connected. She had a determined look on her face. Still she moved her body until I was exactly where she wanted me to be. "Oh yes! Yes, Yes" she cried. She then raised her eyes to my face. Her hands came up to hold each side of my face. Her eyes had a glint in them that soon matched the smile on her face. She pulled me down to kiss me; her tongue matching mine as we kissed. My cock was completely in her and we weren't moving; it was too good to move. She had me right where she wanted it at that time. I knew that soon we would have to move but right now I just loved the way she felt wrapped around my hard cock.

She finally broke the kiss but still held my face between her hands. "Oh Mike, I have wanted you like this since the day we got here and you kissed me. I just knew it was going to feel like this!"

"Jill, the feeling is mutual. Nothing has ever felt like this. I could stay like this forever."

"You sure you wouldn't like to move a little? I think it is about time, just go really slow. I want to feel you every time you move in me."

Taking my time was the hardest thing I ever did. Each stroke in her brought pleasure I had only dreamed off. I loved my wife, but even in the early days of our marriage it had never been like this for me. I was determined to make it the same way for Jill.

Jill lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my waist. This move turned her pussy up higher and I went even deeper, bringing a sigh of pleasure to her lips. As I moved in and out with long steady strokes she rode my cock with each stroke. Her legs were strong and she used them to bring her pussy up on me each time I pulled back. She was one woman that certainly did her part. There was no just laying there and letting me do the work. 

Her arms had been around my neck and shoulders but she took them down and lifted my face up from her tits I was feasting on. She kissed me and held my head in her hands again. "Watch me Mike, don't close your eyes. I want to see you while you are in me." I had to prop up on my arms to do as she asked but the smile on her face was worth it. I fucked her a little faster and she moved her ass with every stroke. "Fuck me Mike!" It was feeling so good that I knew I wasn't going to last long.

"I can't last much longer; it feels too good!"

"Cum when you are ready! I love it! I want to feel you fill me with your juice." Dam that almost did it for me. June never talked when we had sex and Liz just liked it hard and fast. Jill was different from either one of them. I had to speed up and Jill just rode with me. "Do it Mike! Fuck me! Do it fast now; shoot in me!"

It was getting to me and my eyes shut. "No Mike, look at me; open your eyes!" I did and what I saw was her smiling face. I could tell that she loved what we were doing. Never had I brought that kind of smile to a woman when I was fucking her. "That's it, keep looking at me! Fuck faster! Harder, don't shut your eyes! I want to see your eyes when you cum!" That's it Mike! I feel you swelling in me, I know you are about to do it!" I couldn't wait any longer. She had pushed me farther than I could stand it. I wanted her to climax with me but I couldn't wait!

"JILL!! OH FUCK!!! "I loss it then! How I managed to keep my eyes open I don't know but I am glad I did. 

When my first shot hit her, her eyes rolled back in her head and she climaxed with me. It took her a moment to focus but she locked eyes with me. "Oh Yes I feel it in me; don't stop! Fill me up!" I tried my best! I was fucking her as fast and hard as I could and she was tossing her pussy around on my cock like she was afraid we would never do this again. I don't know when I have had so much juice in me; I seem to go on forever. The muscles in her pussy were milking me dry and it was the best feeling I have ever had. 

Finally I could not go any longer. My head dropped down in the curve of her neck where I kissed her. Her legs slid from my back down to lock over my legs. Her arms now held me tight against her breasts. "Mike, oh Mike, that was so good! Just stay where you are. I want to feel you still in me and your weight on me. I was too worn out to answer; I was just happy to stay wrapped in her wet pussy as long as I could. Finally I felt her push me back and I moved away. "Lets take a shower; we have made a mess of this bed." I had to agree. She was leaking cum every where. 

We showered together, washing each other and exploring each others secret parts. It is safe to say that when the shower was over there weren't a lot of secrets between us. I loved the smile that never left her face. If she felt any guilt it didn't show. We changed the linens and lay back on the bed; not bothering to get on a gown or shorts. 

Her head lay on my chest and she was stroking my stomach and her hand would trail down my body to caress my cock. Like a kid with a new toy she stroked my body; never neglecting my cock. I was doing the same for her tits. I knew we had to talk about what this might do to our lives when it was over. "Jill, we need to talk."

I'm sure she knew what I was talking about. "Not right now, something has come up I need to take care off." I knew what had come up was my cock. With her attention to it I now had another hard on. She moved above me and lined me up with her opening and gently settled down over me. She took all of me until she was resting completely on me. Dam but she had the hottest pussy I had ever been in, also the tightest. 

Soon she was bouncing up and down on me as I played with her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were hard under my fingers. I could see that she had that smile on her face again. This girl truly loved what we were doing together! Talk could wait until another day; right now we both had some unfinished business.

For one reason or another we never got around to talking about Don are June. We did manage to get home a couple time that month, once for several days while we were suppose to be on a trip for the club. June asked me how the undercover work was coming. She knew I couldn't tell her about the investigation but I wondered if she might suspect something was going on with Jill. All I told her was that it was on schedule and that it would be over in another couple of months. Each trip I spent a lot of time in bed with June. To do other wise would have sent up some signals that something was up.

The time in bed with June wasn't a sacrifice by any stroke of the imaginenation. June is still a very beautiful woman at forty one and any man would be glad to have her in their bed. I wondered if that might be happing with me gone so much. She wasn't protesting nearly as much as she did before. I'm sure Jill and Don occupied their time together much the same way. I was almost jealous of them.

We had also met with the Captain and gone over where we were with the investigation. He summed it up for us. "With what you have found we know we have three men that are part of your close group and one that we think is the supplier of the girls. He just might be the one that handles the girls when they try to get away. We don't know anything about him; Mexican, American, black, white, or Hispanic. We just know that he is the one we need to finally put them all away."

Jill and I agreed that the three men he mentioned were the ones we suspected all along. As for the other man, we had no idea. He could be part of the group that didn't party with us are possibility the black man that had been around a time are two. We had tried to identify him but so far we had not had any luck. I didn't care for him; he seems to always be looking at Jill when he was around. Captain warned us that time was running out. We had to step it up if it was possible.

Jill and I had now been having sex over a month and it was better than ever. The trip home had not slowed us at all; still we had never talked about Don and June. On the trip back I brought it up. "Jill, we need to talk about Don and June."

"I know, but I don't want to do it."

"Neither do I, but in a couple of months this will all be over; what about you and I?"

This time she wasn't smiling, a tear was rolling down her cheek. She looked over at me. "Do you feel guilty about us? When you were home with June did you feel guilty?"

"No. I am sure I should have but from the get go I have never felt any guilt."

The smile was back on her face. "Me neither, being with Don was good for both of us but I never felt guilty about you and I. I didn't expect this when we got the assignment but once I was with you I wanted it from the first day."

"I have to confess something to you." She just looked at me, waiting. "I didn't have to kiss you that first time to show the neighbors we were married, and we didn't have to share the same bed. No one was going to bug the house are tune in on our conversations, they didn't have any reason too. I just suddenly had the urge to kiss you and the way you responded was what brought on the bed thing."

"I know. I knew it then when you kissed me, and I was more than happy to share your bed. I was happy to feel your hands on me during the night. Like I told you before; you could have had me anytime you wanted. We have another couple of months to see just where we stand. We might not like each other by then." We both laughed as that wasn't about to happen. She took my hand and held it for along time.

The only thing we got accomplished the next couple of weeks was a lot of loving between the two of us. Our investigation was basically at a stand still. We were invited to the weekend parties where Ralph, Pete, Jason as well as the black guy that we found went by the name of Otto, no last name. Jill had asked about him among the wives and they were very evasive. One are two liked him but a couple of others said to watch out for his hands. Which meant he had attempted more than just conversation with them. She focused on the wives of the three men.

We knew that more went on at the parties after us and some other couples left. Ralph seems to be the leader of the three but all three seem to be in awe of Otto, as if he had some control over them. At the last few parties Ralph had made several comments about how nice Jill looked and that she must have really brought in the customers when she danced for him. I didn't make a lot of comments but I knew what he was getting at. It was at the last party that I saw him and Otto watching Jill when they didn't know I was looking. I can recognize when a man is casing a women with the idea of getting her in his bed. Both of these had that look about them. 

Before the next party Jill and I had discussed how the investigation had come to a stand still. It was she that suggested that we need to get friendlier with the group we suspected. "Maybe we need to stay at the late parties when the others go home?"

"Jill, you do know what is likely to happen if we get involved with them?"

"Yes, I know, but we have to do something to get next to them. Ralph has been suggesting I stay and dance for them. He has a stage and pole down in his basement, Tory showed it to me one day."

"What else did Tory say about the parties?"

"Nothing much, she seems to be afraid to say much. She did say that all the wives did dance for the husbands on the stage."

"Did she also say that they probably swapped wives?"

"No, but I did wonder about that."

"Jill, don't you realize that is what you could end up doing?"

"Mike we were sent here to do a job, do you have a better idea how to get closer to them where they would trust us?"

I didn't and I knew it would work. What I didn't know was if I could stand by and let another man fuck her. If it was Liz I would have agreed in a minute. She must have read my mind.

"If it wasn't me but another woman with you would you do it?"

I knew I would and she did also. "But it is you, and I don't want to share."

"Now you know how I feel about Liz and you."

"Are you doing this to get back at me about Liz?"

"Maybe some but the main reason is the young girls someone has killed and the other forced into prostitution. If that means having sex with another man or three other men then I will do it. I hope you can live with it, but if you can't then once this undercover assignment is over I go back to being just Don's wife and you go back to June."

I knew she was right. I hadn't been doing my job because of the way I felt about Jill. "Ok, you are right and I know it. So for the next party we will become like the rest of these sex crazy folks." I pulled her into my arms. "From now until Saturday I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before! Then we will go out and do the job we were sent to do." The next five day that is what we tried to do; every spare moment.

Jill had hinted to Tory that we might be interested in staying after the others left, a hint that Tory passed on to Ralph. We had not been at the party long when Ralph started in again on Jill dancing for them later. All I said was, "maybe, will see."

Otto was at the party and as usual he was paying a lot of attention to Jill. I wondered if he might be the forth man in the group; the one actually supplying the girls? Jill and I had never hung out together at the parties. Our paths would cross from time to time but we visited among the others. On one such passing she paused and I whispered in her ear that "Ralph had suggested we stay for the dancing. I see you have an admirer that is hanging close to you tonight."

"Yea Otto, I think he might be the main one in this mess. Have you noticed how the others all seem to bow to him?"

She moved away after kissing my cheek. "Be careful." She didn't hear as she was once again being approached by Otto.

It was almost midnight and one by one the others said their good byes and headed home until we were the last one there. I glanced at Jill and she gave a little nod of her head that it was the ok to stick around. Ralph came by me, "You hanging out with us tonight?"

"Why not." I could have thought of a hundred reasons not to stay the one most compelling was that I saw Otto moving towards Jill and leading her towards the basement stairs. The one and only reason for staying was to find who had killed three young girls. Tory took my arm and led me down the stair for my first view at Ralph's play area. The room was almost dark but after a moment my eyes became accustom to the darkness and I could see fairly well. Maybe too well, Otto had Jill on his lap and his black hands on her white leg. I wanted to kill him.

Ralph explained that the women were their entertainment. Each wife at sometime in her life had been a dancer at some strip club except for Jill. It was the first time it had dawned on me that she had never danced like that in her life. She was about to blow our cover and the whole thing would blow up in our faces. 

Ralph put each wife's name in a hat and drew them out. Tory was to be the first to go, then Sandy, Jill and Rachel. I had butter flies in my stomach that just wouldn't be still. I wanted to get Jill and head for home; to hell with the killer. Watching Jill I saw that she was now holding his hand from her leg. Only this kept me from moving across to him.

Suddenly all the lights went out and it was pitch black. Then a spot light lit up the stage and the dancer's pole. Tory was on stage. None of the women had on dancer outfits. They had on the clothes they wore to the party. The music started and she began to move. She still had to be in her twenties are low thirties and her figure could still make any man turn his head as she walked by. I couldn't take my eyes from her as she slowly stripped.

Her dress was the first to go. Since it was fastened in the back she worked her way over to the edge of the stage and Pete opened it for her. She slowly slid it from her shoulders and stepped out of it. All she had on was flimsy bra and Victoria Secret panties with her slippers which she kicked from her feet in time to the music. She danced around the pole as if it was her partner. She did a full spin around the pole and when she came out of the spin her bra was in her hands; her tits bare.

It was hard to take my eyes for them as they were large, much larger than Jill's are June's. Being a man that like breasts it was hard not to show my emotions. She went back to the pole and worked her panties down over her shapely ass, showing us her ass and quickly sliding them down her feet. Taking them off she turned and tossed them to me. I caught them and stuck them in my pocket. The music ended and she took a bow and stepped from the stage. She picked up a robe and walked over to me. She held out the robe for me. I held it as she slipped her arms in the sleeves. She didn't even bother to tie it up as she moved next to me and pulled my arm around her shoulders and placed my hand over her tit. My cock was hard as a rock! It was then I saw Jill looking at me with a look I could never describe. I saw her release Otto's hand as she turned around on his lap and put her arms around his neck. She had just rocked my world!

Sandy was the next to go. She was a little older than Tory but none the less sexy. She put on a good show and then tossed her panties to Ralph. My hand still covered Tory's tit as she held it in place. I glanced over at Jill and saw Otto's hand under her dress and she had her legs spread. There wasn't any doubt in my mind where his hand was and I knew it was pay back for Liz and Tory. Hell I can't help it if naked women turn me on.

It was then Jill's turn. As she took the stage I wondered what she would do. I knew that she might be a good dancer but not in the class of the other women. I was about to have the second shock of the night.

When the lights turned on Jill moved across the stage as if she was very shy and afraid of what she was being called to do. It didn't take long to figure that it was just part of her act. The music was fast and with a lot of drum beats. She shook her hips with each beat of the drums until she had everyone in the room yelling, "go, go ,go." The music slowed and she moved to the stage area and Jason reached up to open her dress. When it was open she didn't push it off; she turned back to Jason and caught his hands and brought them up to her breasts. She held his hands over her breasts until she moved backward and he pulled the dress from her body. He dropped to his knees and pulled the dress down her hips. As she stepped out of it she moved forward and put her hands behind his head and pulled his mouth to her panties covered cunt. Every body gasped but she quickly backed away and let Jason get to his feet holding her dress. 




Undercover



The music slowed again and she bumped and grind in a way that would have a pro envious. Again at the edge of the stage she motioned Ralph to come to her. Her bra was a front button one and she could easily have opened it her self but she let Ralph do it. He was taking his time and I could see he was playing with her tits more than hunting the snap. He finally found it and the bra popped open, showing her beautiful breasts. She was a lot younger than the other women and her breasts were up high and firm without the bra. She pulled Ralph's head to them and one by one she let him suck on her nipples. It was only for a second but it was enough that her nipples were standing out hard. I was harder myself than I had ever been except when it was me with her nipples in my mouth. She finally pushed Ralph back and danced again to the pole. I don't know about the women in the room but I would have bet my life savings that there were four hard cocks in that room right then.

Jill was dancing as if she had been doing it her whole life. I wondered where she had learned how to turn men on the way she was doing now.

Again the music picked up speed and she danced to the edge of the stage. Otto rose without being asked and met her. She took his hands in her and brought then to her breast where she let his run his fingers across her nipples a second before she slid his hands down her sides until his fingers hooked into her panties. She pushed his hands down as he carried them with him. When her little cunt came into view she moved her hands and he pushed them on down her legs until she stepped out of them. Slowly she lifted him up as he kissed each leg until he reached her cunt. I could see his tongue flick out on her white body as she pushed her cunt to his face. I was about to cum in my pants when she finally pulled him to his feet and kissed him. Just a quick peck but everyone in the room caught their breath. She held out her hand and he handed her panties to her. She held them high and showed them to the rest of us before turning back to him and putting them in his pocket. The lights dimmed and she stepped off the stage. I then saw her setting in his lap with his hand between her legs. I have never been turned on like I was then!!!!

Rachel was next and she was good but it was anticlimactic after the show Jill had put on. Pete was the lucky recipient of Rachel's panties. Poor Jason was left out.

It was then I found out what the panties were for when Ralph stood up. You all know the rules except Jill and Mike. He explained that the woman gave her panties to the man she wanted for the night! "Hell! Jill had just given her panties to that black son-of –bitch!" He continued, so for the sake of fair play, if Mike and Jill want to call it a night they are welcome to. I know a couple of disappointed people if they do, but we will give them that choice.

I looked across at Jill in the black man's lap with his hands all over her and started too moved towards them. I think if I had been closer I would have attack him. My eyes met Jill's and I saw her shake her head no. She wasn't smiling and I knew that she was going along because of the case. I turned back to Tory. "I guess we are in for the long haul." I didn't see Otto take her hand and lead her from the room; Tory was leading me in the other direction.

Tory was a beautiful woman and it sure wasn't hard to end up in bed with her. For a while she took up all my attention and she knew how to put a fucking on a guy. I have to confess that Jill wasn't on my mind at that time. With all the excitement built up by the dancing it didn't take long to get down to business and not a long time to have our first climax. It was then that I saw Jason enter the room. With one man more than women he was getting the first woman to finish with her partner. I moved over and he entered her at once. I'm not even sure that Tory even knew we had swapped. 

I didn't bother with my clothes as every one was now naked. I stumbled across the hall to the room I saw Otto take Jill. The door was open and I looked in the door and wished I hadn't. His black ass was plowing his cock in her white body. I could tell that she was about to cum from the way her pussy was sliding up and down on his black cock. I wanted to kick his ass and get on her myself. I was standing to the side and could see her face as he fucked her. Her eyes were shut and the smile I always saw wasn't on her lips. Still, I could tell that he was getting through to her. I turned and walked away; I didn't want to see her cum with him.

Back in the room I saw that Rachel was now available and my cock was now hard from watching Jill. It made me mad to see her with Otto but at the same time it was erotic. For the next several minutes I used Rachel as my personal fuck toy. I don't think she cared what I thought; she just wanted my dick in her. It was Jill that I saw as I fucked her. I didn't last much longer than it took to bring her to climax. I moved over and Ralph took my place. Nothing could keep me from looking in on Jill again.

Unlike the others, Otto had not switched when he came. Now Jill was riding his cock from up top. Once again I could tell that what ever he was doing to her had to be feeling pretty good or she was putting on one hell of an act. Her hands were on his black chest and she was riding his black cock with him helping to pick her up and pull her down on each stroke. I saw her drive down on him and he pushed up in her and I knew that he was filling her with his cum once again. I turned and left the room; hell I still had one more wife that I hadn't fucked!

If I hadn't felt so jealous about Jill I could have enjoyed the night a lot more. Sandy, like the other two was beautiful and loved to fuck. She had already been with two men but she was just as ready for me as I was her. I tried to shut Jill out of my mind and managed to do so until I finally climaxed with Sandy. As soon as it was over I was headed back towards the room where she was.

I met her coming from the room. She was still naked as was I. "Where is my dress?" I saw it where she had tossed it during the dance and walked across to her she held up her arms and I slid the dress over her. She didn't say anything, just headed for the door. I stopped long enough to find my pants and caught up with her on the side walk. Neither one of us had on our shoes and I didn't have on my shirt as we walked the two blocks to our house. Thankfully at that time of morning everybody was in bed.

Jill didn't say anything once in the house. She was pulling the dress over her head as she made her way to the shower. Once she was in the shower I went into the other bathroom and showered. She was still in the shower when I finished. I put on a pair of boxers, which was my normal sleeping attire. I knocked on the door and called her. She didn't answer and I pushed open the door.

She was standing under the shower with water pouring over her head. I'm not sure she had moved since she got in it. "Jill, are you alright?" She jumped at the sound of my voice.

"Yes, I will be out in a minute. Please shut the door." The bathroom door hadn't been shut between us since the first night we made love. I thought she was crying but I shut the door and went and lay down on the bed. It was another ten minutes before I heard the water shut off, and that much longer before I heard the door open and she came into the room. She had on her night gown and she turned off the table lamp as she lay back on the bed. She didn't make any move to come towards me. 

I knew this wasn't going to work. I rolled towards her and pulled her towards me. She didn't resist but didn't make any move to join me on her own. I pulled her into my arms and the water works started. "Hold me! Just hold me!" There wasn't anything in the world that would have made me let her go then. She must have cried thirty minutes with me holding he as close as I could to me. Finally the tears started slowing. 

For the first time she threw her arms around me and held me like she never wanted to let go. I knew then that I sure didn't. 'I'm so sorry Mike!" 

"You don't have anything to be sorry about. It was part of the job. I did the same thing myself."

"Having sex was part of the job; liking it wasn't!" She was crying again as I just held her. Thankfully it didn't last as long this time.

"I knew he was going to be the one that I was with. He is the boss and the others just do what he says. He told me earlier in the night, before we decided to stay, that he wanted me. He was after me from the moment we got to the party. I was prepared to have sex with him but I thought I would be the one having control. I was planning on faking an orgasm and see if I could learn anything from him."

"It didn't turn out that way. From the moment he led me into that room I had no choice except to let him have his way. He is hard and brutal, and use to having his way with women. He had me turned on and I couldn't help myself. He hurt me but still I climaxed so much that I hurt. I tried to keep my mind from thinking about what he was doing to me and the way my body was betraying me, but I couldn't. I never thought that I could feel like that from pain. I feel so ashamed!"

"Don't Jill; you aren't by your self. I was just as involved as you were. We'll talk about it tomorrow. Go to sleep and rest. Tomorrow we will decide what we can do to wrap this up. We are not going to be going back there again." She was already asleep. I only dozed off a couple of times. I held her in my arms and vowed to never let anything happen to hurt her again. During the night she snuggled closer to me I loved ever moment of it.

She was sleeping soundly when I got up and fixed breakfast. The coffee was on and I was about to call her when she came in the kitchen. She still had on her gown and I don't think she had ever looked more beautiful to me than right then. I had come close to losing her last night and that just made up my mind that this undercover assignment was over. We had gathered enough information to know who was involved. We would just have to find another way to finish it. 

I poured her a cup of coffee and set her plate in front of her. "I'm not this hungry."

"Eat, you need to gain your strength, and then we talk."

We finished and I put the plates in the sink and set down across from her. I took her hands in mine and held them until she looked up at me. "I am still sorry."

"What's done is done. I wasn't that much of an angel last night either, but I make this promise to you; I will never put you in that position again. I am calling the Captain this morning and telling him we are coming in."

"Mike! We can't do that! What about those young girls that he killed and the others that are going to be prostitutes? I know when the next girls are coming!"

"What? How do you know that?"

"Otto bragged about them last night." She turned red and stopped.

I knew that there was more to it. "Don't stop now, why did he tell you?"

Her face was red with embarrassment. "I guess he liked what I did last night. Between fucks he said that he would rather have me than the bus load of girls coming in. I asked him what girls and he said the young girls to replace the older one in the whore houses. I tried to get more out of him but he was hard and wanted to fuck again. I knew then I had to stay if there was any chance to find out more. He likes to brag about how he controls Ralph and the others. He said they wanted to be with me but he told them that tonight I belonged to him. After another round of sex he confessed to taking care of the girls that gave trouble. That is all I know except they are coming in this Thursday night."

"It sounds like you did you job."

"Then why do I feel so bad?"

"You did what you had to do. I watched you."

"You watched me! How could you? I didn't see you."

"You had your eyes shut. The girl that likes to make eye contact had her eyes shut."

"I couldn't stand to look at him! It was bad enough that he was making me like what he was doing to me without having to look at the arrogant bastard!" She looked at me. "I was picturing you with me; that made it bearable."

I called the Captain and told him to set it up for Thursday night. He was concerned that we might not be able to make the murder rap stick. "Captain, I don't care, I'm not going to put Jill in danger again." He agreed to go ahead and made the hit that Thursday. Jill and I were to just lay low until it went down and then come on back in. We weren't to be in on the arrest. It was possible that we might have to go under cover again.

With nothing else to do the next three days were spent in bed. We didn't have any idea when we might get together again. The smile was back on her face as she kept her eyes open as I fucked her or when she was riding me. I knew for sure it was me she was thinking about during sex. Just knowing our time together was coming to an end made us make love that much more. We didn't talk about Don or June; these few days were for us. All too soon it was over. The arrest was made and Friday we packed up and left. We were almost back when she reached across and held my hand. "Mike, I love you." It was plain and to the point but it hit me harder than anything I had ever felt. I squeezed her hand; I knew I loved her more than anything. Giving her back to my son was going to be hard to do.

Monday morning Jill and I walked into the police station as Otto was leaving. His lawyer was with him. He sneered at us as he passed, "Hey bitch, being a good fuck isn't going to save your ass when I get out!" I would have killed him but his lawyer pushed him out of the door. Jill was white and upset that he might have told about her to the arresting officers.

I took her hand and headed up the stairs to the Captains office. Coming down the stairs was a nicely dressed Mexican man. He stopped me on the stairs. "Are you the two that broke up the prostitution ring? My name is Carlos Revier; one of the dead girls was my sister. Is Otto going to got to prison for killing her and the other two?"

"I don't know, the case is pretty thin for the murder. He will go up for trafficking the young girls. I hope we can make it stick."

"Is he guilty?"

"Without a doubt."

"Thanks," he walked away.

That night police responded to a call at a hotel. A black man was dead in his room. Otto was on his bed, his body stretched out and his balls were in his mouth. He had fucked his last girl. No one had any leads as to might have killed him; no one looked very hard. Carlos came by the next morning heading home. He thanked me and said if he could ever help me to call him. He gave me his card.

I was home a week when June hit me for a divorce. She didn't like me being gone and she had found someone else. A month later it was final. We split everything down the middle. She moved in with her new man and I walked into the station and retired. I called Carlos and he said he had just the place for a retired cop. I sent my retirement check to the address he gave me and went to find Jill.

She was on the night shift and was at home. I told her what I had done and she begged me to stay. I couldn't and stay away from her. We made love once more that afternoon before I had to leave to catch my flight. Leaving her behind was the hardest thing I ever did. She belonged to my son; even though I knew she loved me as much as I loved her. She was the only one I gave my new address too.

Two months later I was pulling my fishing boat from the water when I knew someone was behind me. I whirled around and there stood Jill. "You have room enough for me?"

I couldn't get enough kissing her. She explained that Don had cheated on her from the first, and that she was tired of shutting her eyes when he made love to her. If she was going to be thinking about me then she was coming to me. I made up for loss time as I made love to her all night. Her eyes were open and the smile was from ear to ear. 

As we rested I said, "Where did you learn to dance like that?"

She blushed, Liz taught me but it was you I was dancing for."

Six months later her divorce was final and the next day we married. My eyes haven't been shut since. Now she only dances for me.



Undercover



"There is no way you're getting me to participate in this..." Katie hollered.

"Katie, come on. Please?" Brittney tried to convince her, but she didn't succeed. She sighed and shook her head.

"Really, Brittney? Just stay out of it!" Katie snapped. "I refuse to dress up in tiny bras and underwear and pose for pictures. Find a better way to catch the killer."

Garrett and Tony groaned. "Sorry, Katie, but we have to do this. He has already raped and killed 7 other women. All y'all have to do is pose for some pictures, and when he tries something stupid, we'll be there."

Katie sighed, beyond pisses. To be honest, she loved going undercover. She loved being able to express herself in various ways. The thing that was bothering her was that she was going to be half naked around Brittney... Her sexy, curvy body, and her round, tight... She blinked multiple times to get her mind back into reality.

"Katie, it can't be that bad. We will be together." Brittney tried to soothe her friend.

"That's the problem." Katie thought to herself. Sighing heavily once again, she threw her hands up in the air. "Fine. What the hell."

(next day)

When the team reached the photo shoot area, Katie and Brittney's eyes widened.

"You can't be fucking serious..." Katie yelled at Garrett and Tony as she spotted the location for the pictures. A king size bed with satin sheets. Fantastic. Brittney's heart began to beat wildly as she realized just what kind of photo shoot "this man" had in mind.

"Oh my lord..." Brittney whispered.

"Come on Katie, Britt. Just a few pictures and then it'll be over." Tony claimed.

"Maybe it won't be so bad, Katie."

Eventually hair and makeup people rushes over to them, immediately taking them in different directions to get them ready. Costume people came in afterwards. Katie was given a black, lacy bra and some matching boy shorts. Brittney was given a white see through blouse with matching panties and delicate high heeled shoes.

Both women took their kinky outfits and put them on. Brittney admired herself in the dressing room mirror and was pleased, for the getup looked great on her. The panties were small and shaped her ass nicely, her breasts looking even more perky. Katie on the other hand, was mortified. The outfit looked fabulous on her, but all she cared about was what Brittney would think. The panties cut perfectly around her rounded ass. Katie wished she was in pants.

One last glance in the mirror and Katie stepped out of the dressing room, only to have her breath swept away. "Holy shit, Brittney." She whispered. She stood a few steps away from Katie, having a last minute fix done to her makeup. Katie's eyes were locked on Brittney's body. Brittney stood, her shapely naked legs, the small heels adoring her feet. The sheer blouse allowed Katie to see her ample curves of her breasts and when a costume person pulled up her blouse up to check on her panties, Katie thought she could cum just from looking at her.

Suddenly, Katie was pulled from her thoughts as the photographer yelled and clapped his hands. Brittney turned and her breath was instantly gone. Katie was standing there, looking incredibly sexy in her lingerie.

Their eyes met and color rose to both of their cheeks.

"Okay, Katie, Brittney, on the bed please!" Both women gulped and walked slowly to the bed, sitting on opposite ends.

"Katie?" Brittney whispered. "We can do this, right? We're friends."

Katie smiled slightly. "Yes, Britt. We can do this."

"Okay." Mike, the photographer, said. "Katie in the center of the bed, on your back! Brittney, cuddle up to her side."

They moved slowly and hesitantly. Katie laid down, stiff as a board, her hands grasped tightly at her sides, Brittney half a foot away from her.

"Come on, girls! Loosen up a bit! Katie, put your hands over your head, show off those breasts of yours. Aren't they lovely, Brittney?" Brittney just nodded her head sheepishly. "Brittney, you have to move close to her, my dear. Put your hand on her stomach and look at her like you're going to ravish her alive."

Katie gulped heavily as she raised her arms about her head and watched as Brittney slid up next to her. Biting her lip as Brittney's smooth hand slid over her stomach, her hair teasing Katie's shoulder.

"That's better." Mike smirked. "Now draw some small patterns on Katie's stomach." He began snapping photos as Brittney followed his instructions. Softly dragging her fingers over Katie's taunt abs. She felt her panties dampening.

"Shit." Brittney thought. "This is NOT good." Katie's eyes narrowed a bit at her delicate touch and prayed that her heart pounding out of her chest wasn't noticeable.

"That's it, now look at each other like you're madly in love."

Brittney raised her eyes until they were looking into Katie's. Katie gasped as she saw Brittney's intense gaze. She wished she could offer Brittney words of some sort, but they failed her.

"Okay Brittney, I need you to run your leg up Katie's slowly." Mike said as he took photos of them. Brittney slowly slid her leg up Katie's until their inner thighs were pressed together.

"Oh Brittney, your ass looks lovely in those panties. Katie, lift her blouse up a bit so I can take some shots of her perfect little ass."

At this, Brittney blushes a deep shade of red and Katie smirked. "No fair, I can't see it." Both women laughed a bit at her joke.

"We'll take care of that in a moment, Katie. For right now, lift up her blouse some more and lay your fingers over her lower back." Katie bit her lip as she felt her body begin to respond.

"Great!" Mike said as he clicked away. "Alright, now Brittney, place a few kisses to her shoulder. Katie, make sure her hair doesn't get in the way."

Katie's hand slid up into Brittney's soft hair, grabbing some of it lightly and holding it back as Brittney's lips pressed softly against her shoulder.

"Perfect. Now Brittney, press your body into Katie's. She wont mind the weight, press all of yourself on her."

Brittney did as instructed, sighing almost audibly at the heat that spikes through her when she felt their breasts pressed together. Katie breathed heavily as she continued to stare into her eyes.

"Good! Now give Katie a small kiss on the cheeks." Brittney licked her lips before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "Katie, hold her hair back again, I want to be able to capture those lips on your skin." Once a few shots were taken, Mike spoke again. "Alright, now her lips, Brittney. Kiss her good."

Katie's heart beat rapidly as Brittney's mouth warmly covered hers. The force of the kiss caused them both to tremble.

"You two are gorgeous together." Mike commented. "Okay, lets move on."

Katie was pretty much beyond caring about what was going on. She had a half naked beauty laying on top of her. Brittney, her best friend, who she was madly in love with on top of her, kissing her. She loved Brittney and right now she could express that love with no downfall. Reluctantly, they broke apart.

Brittney smiled a small smile down to Katie as their faces were so close together. Both of them could smell the others perfume, their eyes a darker shade than normal.

Their gazing stopped when Mike spoke again. "Okay, Katie, would you mind turning away for a moment? I need Brittney to remove her blouse. Brittney, please remove your blouse and lay on your stomach."

This was insane, Brittney thought. Grabbing the end of the blouse, Brittney stripped herself of it and tossed it aside, quickly laying on her stomach. Katie happened to turn around just in time to catch a glimpse of Brittney's chest before it was gone.

"Now Katie, scoot down a bit until your head is next ti Brittney's and prop yourself up on your hand. Lovely. Now stretch that gorgeous body of yours along hers...that's it." Mike clicked away.

Brittney turned her head, watching as she slid closer, her head resting on her hand, a small, sexy smile on her lips.

"Brittney, doll, cross your legs at the ankle and raise that gorgeous ass of yours in the air." Brittney bit her lip as she did what was asked of her, praying that no one could see that her panties were completely soaked. "Now, Katie, starting at the base of Brittney's knee, run your hand slowly up her leg and squeeze that ass of hers."

"My pleasure." Katie whispered. Her fingers slid up the back of her leg until she reached Brittney's ass. Cupping it softly, Katie gave it a squeeze. Brittney's eyes fluttered at the feeling.

"Brittney, don't close your eyes yet. I need you to look at Katie, look at her like she's the only thing in the world you can see right now. Like you can't wait to do all of the dirty things you're thinking of."

It was at that moment that Katie realized they had been set up by Garrett and Tony.

Brittney gasped. She knew that this was not a real photo shoot. Glancing at Katie, she refused to put an end to it.

"Beautiful." Katie breathed softly as her fingertips stroked over Brittney's rounded ass cheeks that hung out of the panties.

"That's great, Katie. Tease her. Make her breathless."

This entire scenario was turning Brittney and Katie on like mad. Brittney couldn't remember a time when she was so aroused. Between the feeling of Katie's delicate but firm fingers caressing her skin and Mike's words Brittney felt like she was on fire with sex. Brittney was so close, fighting the idea of rolling over and begging Katie to fuck her. She wondered what Katie would do if she was to propose such a thing. She could see herself whispering in her ear. "Please Katie, please fuck me. I want you." Instead however, Brittney merely lay there trembling under Katie's touch. 

"Now Katie, be a naughty girl and run your tongue up her spine. You're not fucking around anymore, you want this woman and you're going to have her." Mike encouraged. Katie moaned as she bent her body over Brittney's. Flicking her tongue out, Katie started at the top of her ass, letting her tongue drag up Brittney's entire spine. 

Katie did it once more, this time running her tongue all the way to Brittney's ear lobe, nipping once at it playfully. "Oh." Brittney breathed.

"Do it once more Katie, but this time slip your fingers into Brittney's panties. Is that okay Brittney?" Mike teased them. He knew they would comply, their arousal clearly evident. "Brittney? Could Katie slid her fingers under your panties?"

"Yes!" Brittney breathed out heavily in anticipation. "Yes it's okay." Brittney wanted to be touched so badly, she was aching and soaking wet. She wanted nothing more than to feel Katie's fingers stroke her pussy, no longer caring who saw.

"Mmm." Katie moaned deeply, her voice dropping an octave. Bending her head down once more she teased the top of her ass with her tongue, just as her fingers slipped under Brittney's tiny panties. Katie felt her pussy, slick and wet. She knew Brittney would most likely be wet, but the feeling of her arousal under her fingertips was overbearing. Brittney jumped up slightly, sighing at the incredibly naughty feeling of her best friend's fingers between her legs. Katie softly stroked over her folds, moving back and forth across her pussy's opening. It was driving Brittney fucking crazy. Not being able to stop herself, Brittney grabbed the pillow above her and bit into it.

"Oh fuck." Katie moaned.

"That's right Katie. I can only imagine how good she feels, how warm and wet." Mike said, hotly clicking his camera away. "Stroke that hot pussy of hers, make it ache it feels so good." Katie continued to work her fingers under the small panties, stroking Brittney under her hips rose off the bed. "Ahh yes Katie, that's great. One more thing I need you to do. Stroke the hot little clit. You know Brittney wants you to, just go ahead and stroke it."

Brittney nearly came right then, hearing Mike telling Katie to stroke her clit. Raising her hips once more she encouraged Katie to do it. Katie bit her lip hotly, her fingers gliding forward until they circled around her throbbing clit. The first stroke was heaven to Brittney and she cried out into the pillow. Feeling her head become dizzy with the pleasure, Brittney held onto the pillow for dear life.

Both woman heard the silence in the room, the only sounds, their erotic pleasure and the sound of Mike's camera clicking away.

Katie's fingers still sliding over and over again around Brittney's most intimate flesh in small circles. Her touch didn't cease, never faltered, bringing Brittney higher and higher until it threatened to consume her.

"Oh God." Brittney whimpered softly as Katie flicked her clit. Wailing into the pillow, Brittney's hips flew up uncontrollably, trembling violently.

Brittney sought Katie's fingers, she wanted they deep inside of her. Katie didn't fail her, burying two fingers deep inside of her. The sudden pleasure of being filled by Katie sent Brittney into a soul-shattering orgasm. Brittney shook and cried out Katie's name into the pillow, gasping for breath. Katie was right along with her, panting hard trying to control herself.

She couldn't believe it. She had her fingers buried deep inside of Brittney's dripping pussy and she was about to cum herself. "Get out!" Katie yelled at everyone. "OUT!"

They all ran quickly, Mike snapping a few more before fleeing the room as swell.

Brittney turned around quickly, pulling Katie's fingers from her body. "Oh God, Katie." Katie peeled off Brittney's panties while Brittney lowered Katie's.

The instant Katie was freed from the confines of the panties, Brittney flipped them, sucking on Katie's pussy, tasting her. Katie screamed, already having been built up so much. "Oh fuck Britt.'

"Mmm." Brittney moaned against her pussy as she licked Katie clean from her unexpected orgasm, so grateful to finally be here with her.

"Oh sweetheart." Katie whispered out loud. "Brittney I... oh fuck I want you." She pulled Brittney up, kissing her deeply.

"I want you too." Brittney whispered against her lips.

"Lay on your back, Britt. I want to be inside you." Brittney nodded, pulling Katie's bra off, before laying back down. Katie smirked and flipped herself the opposite way, throwing her leg over Brittney's face. Brittney smirked, her googlemind, telling her that this was the 69 position.

Brittney fell underneath her body, pulling her down on top of her as both of their hands glided to their hot depths. Brittney cried out again as Katie's fingers filled her up beyond reason, capturing her body.

"Oh Katie, Oh yes!" Brittney cried out as she tried to grind against her hand. Brittney slid three of her own fingers into Katie's slick pussy, pumping them deep and hard.

"Fuck Britt. Oh my pussy, fuck it. Fuck it! Don't stop, don't stop." Katie cried out, begging Brittney as their fingers matched pace. Both woman were pleading with the other, not wanting this pleasure to stop. They were fucking each other, and it was fucking hot.

"Mmm don't stop Katie! Oh you feel so good inside of me. Don't stop." Brittney chanted.

Both were crying out now, their resolve shattering as the mind-blowing pleasure threatened to consume them.

"Brittney! Oh come with me." Katie begged as she slammed into her so fast and hard, struggling to maintain her own sanity as she felt Brittney's fingers do the same.

Both screamed out, seeing starts as their orgasms crashed together. Brittney shrieked out Katie's name, riding herself through the most intense orgasm of her life. Katie's screams of pleasure only barely registered in her brain and both fought hard to regain their breath.

"Brittney. Oh God, so good." Katie managed to choke out, falling off of her. "Oh God." Katie said again after a moment, moving up to Brittney and running her hand through her sweaty curls.

They kissed them, a kiss full of love and compassion, of lust and of promise. Finally breaking away from Brittney's delicious mouth, Katie whispered, "I love you Brittney. More so than a best friend should."

Brittney smiled, holding Katie close. "Then be more than my best friend Katie. Be with me." Brittney kissed her again before looking into her eyes. "I love you too Katie."

After a few moments Katie sighed. "We were set up."

"I know." Brittney nodded.

"I'm going to kill them." Katie smirked, before both woman smiled and laughed.

"Well I happened to enjoy the photo shoot. I'm going to thank them." Brittney smirked back.

"Maybe after I kill them..." Katie trailed off, kissing Brittney again.

They didn't know it, but Garrett and Tony were still behind the door listening. High-fiving the other they both smirked. Their planned had worked perfectly after all. 



Undercover Agent



A dark story inspired by sad newspapers stories of teenagers stabbed in London I read the last time I was there.

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- Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. May I present you our new colleague, Mistress Kira Chowdhury? She had just been transferred from the Foreign Affairs Ministry. Please help her as much as you can to discover the intricacies of her new job.

The three men and six women in the group nodded in polite salutations. Kira smiled shyly in response. As usual with new faces, everyone watched her very closely. The men were assessing the new recruit to decide whether she was worth courting. The women, at least those who were still engaged in seduction games within the office were wondering if their lovers or suitors would defect to her.

To the delight of some and the dismay of others, this Kira was pleasant to look at. She was not a young girl, maybe forty or a few years less. She was thin and slender with graceful hands and feet. Her breasts looked heavy but still firm. It was difficult to determine whether it was a gift of nature or the result of extensive surgery but the effect was gorgeous. She had a long, elegant neck. Her face was a poem to the beauty of Indian and other oriental women : oval shape with high cheekbones, intelligent looking forehead, pulpous lips that were painted with a rich glossy lipstick, eyes perfectly done with mascara, eye shadow, Kohl and so on. The details were simply staggering. She must have spent more than one hour that morning to apply such a superb make up.

She was wearing a simple brown light kameez with yellow churidar, a matching yellow shawl and brown short heel shoes. It was a rather conservative outfit that made it quite clear that Kira was pretty and wanted it known and appreciated but also that she was not actively trying to seduce the men around her. Nevertheless, the males in the group received clearly a quite different subliminal message : I am pretty, I am quite worth being seduced, I am not adverse to it but you will have to work hard for it. If finally you reach your ultimate goal, the rewards for you will be surely very gratifying.

There was something puzzling with the details the boss had given in his presentation : Kira was transferred from the foreign affairs ministry. Usually the transfers were in the opposite direction. It's always more interesting to work in these high spheres rather than discuss with foreign businessmen about their new ventures in India, not very glamorous nor lucrative. Maybe this Kira had been demoted. It has been known to happen to girls who had a protector, some top brass, who had to quit suddenly his job, retire or have a health problem. Usually, such girls under protection were sitting ducks when the protection was over.

The mood in the department was not very good, there had been leaks and a big contract with a brand new US company had been suddenly cancelled without warning by the top brass and offered to their traditional contractor. Most certainly some bribery or basic corruption, the kind the government desperately wanted to eradicate but that was so difficult in most developing countries. India at the moment had a very fast growing industry. The US company had filed a complaint presenting a testimony of a member of the team. A group of inspectors had come to investigate the case but had found no evidence of wrongdoing. The witness had disappeared and could not be found. Kira had been hired to fill the vacancy.

As usual, the newbie was given all the tedious chores anyone wanted to shun. Kira managed coolly and swiftly with no fuss. She was efficient and never complained. Her notes and mails were deemed concise and clear, a not so frequent quality. In two weeks, she had become an active member of the team and her colleagues began to relax with her. They came more and more often to chat during their coffee breaks, some of them taking the opportunity to court her more and more directly. Kira was always ready to chat a few minutes when she was idle.

A senior office manager, Mukerjee Bindhri, was among her most frequent visitors. He was clearly trying his best to seduce her. She had heard discussion between some male office members where he was bragging to have fucked all the women in the group. He was handsome but quite ruthless and would not back away from blackmailing or even raping a woman who would resist him. He explained it quite straightforwardly to Kira :

- Hello, pretty! You should not let me wait too long. I have here sufficient influence to have you sacked and blacklisted if you disappoint me.

- You wouldn't do that! You aren't that powerful!

- I can do much worse! If you reject once more my offer of a dinner with my buddies, I'll arrange you to be fired next week!

- But my husband?

- To hell with your husband! I want to get into your pants and if you are good enough, I will let my friends enjoy you. Understood, cunt?

- Y. . . Yes! Don't hurt me, sir!

- You may call me Master. I am from a high caste with royal ancestors. You should show me utmost respect. You are pretty, otherwise I would never have cast an eye down on you. With some beautiful garments, I'm pretty sure that you could be really fuckable. Stand up!

- Yes, Master.

- You have a lovely oval face with a very clear complexion. Your tits are big, just the right size to my taste. You have long silky dark hair down to your shoulders. I forbid you to cut it from now on. I want it longer to your waist. In addition, you have a gorgeous bottom, the kind I would love to split open with my cock. I will make a lot of money selling your ass when you will be on the market.

- But. . . I don't want to be a whore. And I never . . . in my bottom, even my husband!

- Oh a virgin ass! Great! I will auction it to the highest bidder!

- But you cannot force me!

- Oh yes, I can! I can rape you this afternoon on my desk. You may scream or try to fight me as much and as long as you want. No one in this office will come to your help. If they attempted anything, they perfectly know that photographs, video recordings and copies of their previous misdeeds would be forwarded to their wives, colleagues, associates or simply to the police. I will film your rape and if you misbehave, a copy will be sent to your fucking husband. He will throw you out of his house immediately from what you have told me about him.

- The wrath of Ganesh will be on you!

- The only god I care for is goddess Kali and. . . money, for sure.

- Don't blaspheme, I beg you!

Kira looked flustered but not as abated as she could have been. Her face was tense and it enhanced her particular beauty. She should have chosen a career as a tragedian actress. She finally dropped down her head with tears in her eyes.

- What do you want I wear, Master?

Mukerjee was overjoyed she had surrendered so easily. He had expected to be forced to rape her before she let him have his way with her. He had a closer look at her figure. 

- From now on, you will wear only sarees. It's sexier. I will explain you how to put it on if you are not used to it. We will go out to buy one during noon break.

Mukerjee found quite easily what he was looking for. He insisted that she put it on immediately and Kira complied. It was a pastel yellow saree with a bright red border. The choli was also yellow with a red edge band. She was looking simply gorgeous and focalized attention when they went back into the office. Mukerjee smiled when he saw that Kira was so clumsy wearing a saree, letting her pallu fall down and trying to cover herself as completely as she could.

Mukerjee led Kira to the conference room where he had already placed a camera manned by one of his associates as he named them. Accomplices would have been more accurate. When he locked the door behind them, he looked at her. She was looking real hot with her saree. Her tummy was on display, not as sexy as he would have liked but not bad for a novice. Her hair, carefully oiled, was shyly braided to the middle of her back. 

- You have given me a lot of trouble, Kira, to make you join me here in this quiet place.

Kira stood and faced Mukerjee. Her pose was defying, still arrogant even though she was facing two men in this locked room. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her toward him. She tried to wriggle free of his grasp to no avail.

- Let me free, you scum! Don't dare even to touch me!

Without bothering to reply to such futile pleas, Mukerjee took a tit in his hands and squeezed it fiercely. Kira screamed as he was hurting her deliberately. He kissed her where he could on her face or her neck as she was fighting on. He grabbed the top of her braid and gripped it in his fist, drawing a cry of hurt despair. He held her face still at last. He looked her straight in the eyes with a triumphant grin, just to show her who the master was and pressed his mouth on hers.

- If you even try to bite me, I swear I will throw you through the window. Remember that we are at the eighth floor! 

Kira calmed somewhat and let the man enjoy her lips. They tasted delicious and it was funny to smear her red watershine lipstick all around her mouth. He pushed her toward a table and pinned her there by straddling her flat. He grabbed her right wrist and rummaged under the table to find a rope already attached to a table leg. In less than a minute, her right wrist was secured and the left one was done even faster. He stood up and would have been seriously injured if her right foot had touched her target. He had to secure both her ankles to the legs of the table, taking care to let her spread eagle on the table with her cunt easily available, just protected by her somewhat bunched up saree, her petticoat and her panties. 

Mukerjee was angry. He had to break Kira in fast. Since the retirement of the former top boss, two years ago, he had been the master of the office. Even the new boss, a woman, had fallen under his spell. She would do anything to have him fucking her in her own office, in the lift or in a hotel she would book under her own name and she would pay on her own account. She was actually his slave and not his boss as all the other women in the office. He grabbed the knot of Kira's petticoat and undid it. He hastily pulled away the petticoat and bunched up completely her saree. She was now just in her panties and choli. He took out a dangerous looking knife and cut the straps of her bra. He pushed up her choli, not wanting to rip it off. Then he centered his attention on her panties. He cut them on her hips and pulled them away too. She was now nearly naked and totally at his mercy.

Her mouth with smeared lipstick all around was obscene. He bent over her face and covered her mouth with his again. She clenched her teeth and her lips to block the intrusion of his tongue. He laughed and slapped hard her cheeks twice. As she still tried to resist, his smile broadened into a wolfish grin. He pinched her nose hard, blocking her breath. After a minute, she was forced to open her mouth for some air. He took the opportunity to force his tongue in. She could have breathed through her clenched teeth but the idea never came to her mind. Raping the mouth of such a gorgeous woman was a pleasure to be enjoyed like a rare wine and a good prelude to the next step.

- Please, Master, let me free. I will obey you totally. I will not call the police.

- You are kidding, slut. Look at our friend Ashraf, he is filming you. With that material, he will produce a selection where you will appear fully consenting just for the eyes of your husband and relatives if you try to resist me. The full video will be sold on the underground market in the whole country and abroad. You are going to be a porn star! 

- Please don't rape me! My husband will divorce me!

Mukerjee didn't bother to reply. He undid her hair and let it fall loose on her shoulders. Kira was trying once more to plead with her aggressor. She was weeping, sobbing with tears dropping from her eyes. He kissed her lips once more to make her feel he was her master. He could do anything to her. He intended to fuck her in a few minutes. He would enjoy her repeatedly during the coming weeks then he would offer her to his accomplices. When they had had her to their content, it would be time to offer her services as a whore. She wouldn't have left at that time any self pride and would be ready to fuck anyone, ugly or beautiful, young or old, male or female, in private or in public as he ordered her to do. He would offer her to high rank brass and obtain through her very interesting and possibly lucrative tips on some industrial projects. Competitors would pay well for such informations.

This prospect made him crazy with lust. He had to fuck that slut. None of his parents had tried to instill in his brain any morale sense. For him, any woman except his own mother was in this world for his pleasure, to be fucked bu him, to prepare food or clean his apartment and any man was just a source of revenues through stolen information or direct cash from blackmail or fucking the other women of his harem. When he had been fourteen, he attacked wealthy men in Calcutta dark streets with a knife to take their money. The women, he pushed back into some even darker alleys and fucked them on the ground, not regarding whether they were young or old. 

When he grabbed a tourist's camera at sixteen, he thought of taking pictures of his victims. A woman pleaded to be given back the image of her own violation as she was about to marry. She became the first target for his blackmail and later the first whore working for him. When HIV made her too ill to work as a whore even in the seedy bars, he sold her to a brothel for Dalits. She must have died now for long. She had been replaced in a matter of days. Since then, Mukerjee had had a good life, driving a Lamborghini car, drinking French Champagne, eating the finest foods. One of his whores was the wife of a former Industry minister. She had obtained for him the place where he was : good wages, little work to do for the better as he had skipped school systematically since he was ten : the perfect thug. They were few crimes he hadn't committed apart from drug smuggling and terrorist attacks : too risky for his taste!

Mukerjee diverted his thoughts onto his writhing victim tied to the table in front of him. He grabbed a breast and grabbed it as hard as he would have if he had intended to tear it off. Kira screamed in pain.

- Let me go, you bastard!

He was really enjoying torturing and making her scream as loud as she could. He let go of her breasts and grabbed her choli to tear it off. Then her bra was treated alike. Her nipples were big and dark. His cock was getting harder by the minutes. He was still holding her hair in his clenched wrists. He bent forward and kissed her lips. He pulled savagely her hair back and made her scream again. He took the opportunity to push his tongue into her wide open mouth. She was struggling to get free. 

- So, you fuckin' bitch, you expected the men in this office would revel licking the soles of your shoes but you were wrong! Your cunt is gonna get the sound banging any fuckin' slut should be given!

Kira began to resist to no avail, kicking hard and straining against the ropes that secured her. She begged him to release her, realizing he was about to rape her. He had torn off her choli, her bra, pushed aside her petticoat and cut out her knickers. He had bunched her saree around her waist. Her hands and ankles were tightly secured. There was nothing she could do to prevent that rape as nobody had seemed to take care of her screams for help. He calmly positioned his cock at her cunt entrance. He smiled broadly, his eyes fixed to hers as he shoved his cock into her. As he was ramming his long shaft quite hard, she sobbed and cried at his cock penetrated her. He was just surprised she didn't scream louder. He had expected her to writhe and cry quite louder as most of his victims had done the first time.

Maybe, she was one of these, - how do you call them who love to be abused? Ahhh, yes : masochists!-, yes it was the explanation : she was enjoying the very idea of being raped bareback on a table at her office with her colleagues listening to the noises through the door. . . The idea just made him harder if possible. He was now humping her as fast as he could. He pummeled her a bit harder and felt his cum erupting for his cock. The feeling was mind blowing. Kali! If Kira was really one of these dumb masochists, she could be of immediate use. The director of the fair trade commission was investigating on some important bribery affair in a contract with the Industry ministry. If he could discover the name of the informant, he could ask for any price for the information. This director was a sadist and he had all but strangled the first girl Mukerjee had sent him. She was still comatose in the emergency department two weeks later. A pity as she was his best cum whore, a married woman, wife of a notorious MP who was not at all aware of her unusual activities. He had drugged her before fucking her the first time. The photographs had been clear enough to force the poor wife into submission. With the rape drug, she had been fully acquiescent and would never know who had drugged her.

The day after, he presented Kira with pictures of her own rape. The photographer was an artist and she seemed to really enjoy what Mukerjee was doing to her. Kira became quite obedient when she had seen the pictures. Of course, himself could never be identified there. Obviously, she was netted. Just to be sure of it, Mukerjee told Kira to come to his own apartment wearing a saree and a revealing choli but no undies beneath it. She came at the precise hour he had chosen. His photographer was also there. He helped her out of her clothes. When she was naked, he led her to the bedroom where Mukerjee was waiting. 

Kira seemed totally tamed. When she was told to straddle him, she complied immediately and bore down on his upward pointing cock to impale herself on his hard shaft. When he was fully in, he took her in his arms as if he wanted to press her on his chest. That was no gentle treatment for her as he nodded to the photographer to proceed as he had been told. Mukerjee grabbed Kira by the waist to immobilize her. He took her ass cheeks in his hands and parted them as wide as he could to expose her cringing ass hole.

- Now! Fuck her ass! She cannot do anything!

Mukerjee had set up a trap to completely debase Kira in her own eyes : being double teamed is rather unusual for an Indian woman and only the lowliest whores can be expected to agree to such practices. For a common Indian wife, it would be the ultimate defilement and she wouldn't have any pride left afterward. She screamed her opposition :

- No, No, please, Mukerjee, Master! Don't let him fuck my arse. I don't want!

Mukerjee didn't even reply to her pleas. The photographer had freed his cock that was pointing obscenely forward. He aimed straight to her offered ass hole. He was not a patient man, so when his cock entered in contact with her puckered sphincter, he just continued to shove it in. It was slimy : he had probably greased it while Mukerjee was impaling Kira on his cock. He expected to meet a determined resistance and he was surprised to enter her back passage with great facility. Kira's husband must be an adept of sodomizing his wife. He climbed a few steps in Mukerjee's esteem. Perhaps he could offer him some job in one branch of his gang, preferably one that left him far from his wife : he may have some stupid ideas about the improper behavior of his wife!

Mukerjee and the photographer were accustomed to double team one of their preys as their movements soon got into harmony, one pulling back while the other one pushed forward until Kira had both cocks deeply sheathed in her holes then separating slowly until both their cocks were half disengaged, then they would plunge back to the hilt inside her. She was screaming each time they were deeply embedded into her orifices. It was so enjoyable for both of them that they could have decided to keep her for their own needs for months but Mukerjee really needed urgently the informations.