0 comments/ 258180 views/ 22 favorites Undercover Ch. 1 By: English Bob Police Officer Sandra Thompson strode purposefully through the reception of the Police Station where she worked. She nodded politely and smiled towards the desk clerk as she passed him and made her way quickly towards the locker room. Her heart was beating fast as she opened her locker, and, ignoring her usual standard issue uniform, removed the clothing she had been instructed to wear for her special assignment. She had been seconded by the vice squad last week to work under cover. The squad's aim was to bust a prostitution ring in the city, and apprehend the primary characters involved. Sandra checked her watch, it was 17:40 hrs. The final briefing was in 20 minutes. Sandra laid out her undercover clothes and quietly giggled to herself. She had always wondered what it would be like to wear such slutty clothes, but had never dared try. As she stripped her own clothes from her body she kept looking at what she was to wear for the next week; a light blue satin halter top, very tight; a black leather micro skirt which barely covered her panties, black patent thigh high boots with spike heels and a black leather jacket. Sandra slipped the undercover clothes on and looked at her reflection in the cracked locker room mirror. "My god" she whispered to herself. "What a slut I look!" Her long slim legs looked great in the boots. She could nearly see her panties under the skirt if she looked hard enough, and the satin top did very little to conceal her full braless breasts. Realising that the whole squad would be able to see her large pink nipples through the sheer fabric, she donned the leather jacket pulling it self-consciously around her and made her way quickly up the stairs to the briefing room. Taking a deep breath she opened the door to the briefing room and walked inside with a false swagger. The room was full of officers in plain clothes. Immediately Sandra entered, the room was full of laughter, whistles and crude comments. She had been fully expecting this reaction and parried the banter with quick and witty responses. The room eventually quieted, as the chief called the meeting to order. "OK" the chief started "We all know why we're here. We all know the plan. Officer Thompson is to be our bait to catch these bastards. She will be working under cover and reporting intelligence to us as often as possible. Danny and Greg will be your main contacts Sandra, they will be watching you as much as possible." "That will be tough!" interrupted Greg sarcastically, "she's not exactly hard on the eyes" More laughter echoed around the room as the chief continued. "Ok...Ok... quiet down you guys. Sandra, Danny and Greg will drive you to the house we have under surveillance. Our informer Jacko will meet you there and hopefully introduce you to the main man....Is all that understood?" Nod's and "Aye's" went around the room as the officers acknowledged there understanding of the operation. "Good. Then let's go!" As Danny and Greg dropped her off a few streets away from the target house, Sandra took a deep breath and started to walk. She really wanted to do well on this assignment. She had been in uniform now for nearly five years and was actively looking for a move to vice or homicide. She knew that a good result on this assignment could open a lot of doors for her, maybe even promotion. She had been ordered by her superior's not to take risks. If she found herself in more trouble than she could cope with, she was to get out by any means possible and call for immediate back-up. Sandra understood this perfectly, but was convinced that she would not be calling for reinforcements until it was absolutely necessary. As she turned the corner, she spotted the informer "Jacko" leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette. As she approached him she felt his eyes undressing her. "Wow" he breathed a stream of smoke towards her face. "Fucking great tits for a cop!" "Yeah, well that's as close as you're going to get to them, creep" "Ok..Ok....play nice sweetie" he drawled, "come on, I'll introduce you to the main man" As Sandra followed Jacko up the steps to the front door of the house, she felt alone and now very vulnerable. The operation had been gone over many times in the briefing room over the last week, but now as she entered the house for real, it all felt so different. No jokes, no comments or light banter, just the sound of her own fear beating in her chest. She followed Jacko through a maze of corridors and passages, up some stairs and down others as she tried to keep a mental note of her exit route should she need it. The house itself seemed very run down and unkempt. Damp paper peeled from the walls and a musty smell of decay permeated the whole building. The whole place was very quiet and Sandra, with a shiver, was convinced that every now and then she could hear the faint scurry of rodents. Eventually they arrived at a door covered with green baize. Jacko knocked soundly and they both waited for a reply. "Come in" came a commanding voice They entered, Jacko a pace behind her. Sandra quickly tried to take in the surroundings. The room was a large office and most unlike the rest of the building. It was cool inside in contrast to the humidity of the street and gone was the smell of damp and the feeling of decay. Expensive looking portraits hung from the walls and she could feel a deep pile carpet beneath her boots. A stately looking man with broad shoulders sat, arms folded, behind a large mahogany desk in the centre of the office. He wore a dark expensive suit and was flanked by two even larger men on each side. It was not difficult to work out that he was the boss. Jacko lost no time in introducing her. "This is the one I was telling you about boss" he babbled dancing around "And guess what boss? She's a COP! Yeah, that's right, a stinking COP! She was gonna rat us out boss, I know, they tried to do a deal with me....but I brought her to you, boss. I thought....." The man in the suite leapt to his feet and bellowed at Jacko making him cringe in fear. "WHAT? What have you brought a fucking cop here for you ASSHOLE? Jesus Christ, are you fucking simple or what?" "S..s...s...sorry boss....I just thought..." "Do us all a favour Jacko, DON'T FUCKING THINK AGAIN! - Now get out!" Sandra was completely shocked. This was a turn of events that she had not expected at all. She tried to make a break for the door but was beaten back by the fleeing Jacko and landed, sprawled on the carpet. As she tried to pick herself up she felt strong meaty hands lift her and place her in a chair in front of the desk. The suited man seemed to have regained some of his composure and seated himself opposite Sandra. "So...." he murmured in a relaxed voice as he straightened his already straight tie, "are you a hooker looking for work, or are you a cop?" Sandra looked up at him. She could feel beads of perspiration breaking out over her forehead. "I'm a hooker" she stated in a voice which suddenly seemed very small and timid. "Really?....well that's not what Jacko seemed to think. He may be a complete dickhead when it comes to thinking, but I doubt he would ever cross me.... Boy's, check if the bitch is wired" Before she could react, Sandra was lifted easily onto her feet. She thought that the henchmen would just pat her down, but she was wrong. She suddenly felt hands at the neckline of her satin top. Heard the horrifying sound as it was torn downwards. She tried to struggle but was easily held still. The remains of her top were pulled from her body as the hands found their way to her skirt. As the skirt was ripped down her long legs she was bundled to the floor herself falling onto her back. She again tried to kick as her legs were pulled upwards and her boots dragged from her feet. She felt the restraining hands leave her as she pulled herself into a sitting position, naked apart from her panties, and trying to cover her breasts with her arms. She was terrified, but as she looked up at the suited man now standing above her, she attempted to display an aggressive, petulant facade. "Well now..." the boss intoned "no wire I see" he turned to face his henchmen, "perhaps she is a whore, after all! Shall we find out?" Sandra saw the two henchmen smirk at each other and then laugh out loud, nodding their agreement. "The first thing a real hooker would know" he continued "is how to suck cock!" Sandra looked up in astonishment as the boss slowly lowered his zipper and pulled a large cock from his suit trousers. She tried to run again, but was easily caught by one of the henchmen and forced to kneel in front of the boss. His cock was now right in front of her face. It was not yet erect, but looked large and menacing just the same. Sandra just kept looking at it. She knew that if she refused, she would be exposed as a police officer and probably disposed of in a gangland fashion. She had to keep up the pretence of being a hooker. Closing her eyes, Sandra took a gulp of air. Her lips felt arid and rough with fright as she moistened them with her tongue. Of course, this was not the first time that she had given head, her various boyfriends seemed to think she was good. But would she be good enough? Slowly and carefully, she took his thick meat in her hand, gently sliding her fingers from the base to the head. She used her other hand to cup his heavy balls and massage them gently feeling him tense and start to stiffen in her hand. As his cock became more and more erect, she bent the shaft gently towards her mouth. She could smell his scent as her mouth moved ever closer to his cockhead, and she flicked her tongue out to tease the tip. She felt his length twitch in her grasp and heard a small moan escape his lips as her mouth moved over the head of his cock and slowly slid down the shaft. She used her tongue to swirl over the head as she felt him approach the entrance to her throat. She knew the best way to please him. Adjusting the angle of her head slightly she positioned his cock and relaxed her throat as much as possible. The head felt large, but not too large as, with a deep breath, she swallowed his erection into her throat. The boss was now sighing and moaning in pleasure. If she was not a hooker, as he sincerely believed she was not, she definitely knew how to suck cock. He could feel the walls of her throat constrict his cock as he took bunches of her hair and pulled her head towards him. He felt her gag momentarily, tightening the grip of her throat on his shaft, but she soon relaxed again. He delighted in the way her head was now starting to rise and fall. It felt so good, like a velvet glove enveloping him. Almost like fucking a really tight pussy as, through closed eyes, he imagined his cock sliding down her throat. With her throat fully relaxed he was now able to pull her head back and forth, fucking her face properly with slow and easy motions. After several minutes of this assault on her throat, Sandra became aware of his breath shortening. She had to admit that his cock was just the perfect size for sucking; not too long but quite thick around. She could hear the boss sucking air into his lungs as he began to piston his erection faster and faster into her tight throat. Sandra sensed his cock start to swell. He was panting hard now, his breath coming in short rasps as she stroked what little of his shaft was not in her mouth and throat and gently massaged his balls. "Oh yes.....yes...yes...yes...suck me down my little bitch...mmmmmmm...make me cum...I'm nearly there.." Sandra sucked furiously on his length, her mouth sliding from the tip all the way down his shaft so that her lips nestled softly against his pubic hair. With little further warning she felt his cock suddenly twitch violently in her throat. She knew he was about to orgasm and tried to pull back. But the boss was too strong. His hands still in her hair pulling her face tightly down over him as he let loose the first stream of his seed. "Aaaahhhhhhgggggggggg.......oooooohhhhhhhh......YESSSSSSSSSSSSS....." Stream after stream of milky white cum erupted into Sandra's throat. She swallowed as best she could to avoid choking, but inevitable she could feel the sticky liquid leak from her mouth and fall in pools on her tits. The boss kept up the pressure on her head until every last drop of cum had been squeezed out of his cock. As Sandra felt the last contraction of his cock twitch in her throat and the final spurt of cum land in her mouth, she realised that the pressure on her head was slowly abating, and she was able to disengage herself and come up for air. She wiped the cum from her lips and looked up at the boss. He was slumped in his chair and breathing heavily. He looked totally spent but satisfied. After regaining his composure, the boss spoke. "Well now...that was not at all bad. You certainly suck like a pro." he said, tucking his softening cock back into his suit trousers. "Now, stand up. Let's have a look at you" Sandra slowly stood. She had no wish to antagonise this situation further, it was dangerous enough. She was still uncertain as to whether they still thought she was a cop or a hooker. The henchmen stood silently flanking their boss as all three men looked at Sandra. They seemed pleased that she was blonde, with long tresses falling below her shoulders. Their eyes roamed downwards over her flawless shoulders to the slope of her breasts. She moved her hands away from her breasts as the boss had indicated and felt her pink nipples begin to stiffen as the men watched her. Their gaze continued downwards, reluctantly leaving her breasts as the took in her flat stomach and athletic hips. Sandra could feel their stares on her covered pussy and in her horror realised that a small damp patch was clearly visible on the front of her panties. She saw the men acknowledge her obvious excitement to each other as they continued to traverse her body with their piercing eyes. Her thighs were shapely and yet looked muscular. The long legs led to small, dainty feet with red painted nails to match her fingers. "Very nice....now, lose the panties, lets see it all" Now obeying without question, Sandra quickly rolled her small bikini panties down her legs to her ankles. Stepping out of them she stood, arms by her sides, strangely seeking their approval. The men licked their lips in unison. Sandra was completely shaved, save for a small patch of neatly trimmed hair immediately above her pussy. The boss continued "You know, just because you give good head, you may still be a cop. But I've rarely met a hooker who has a virgin ass! I guess we should take a look at that, don't you boys?" The two henchmen just continued to look straight at Sandra, knowing that it was not necessary to indicate one way or the other to their boss' rhetorical question. "Come on baby, bend over the desk and spread. Let's take a look!" Sandra looked horrified as all three men now approached her. She knew, for the sake of her life, she must do this and do it willingly. The two henchmen led her to the front of the desk, and bent her over the cool mahogany surface. Sandra again closed her eyes as she felt strong hands grip her wrists and stretch her arms out in front of her. The surface of the desk felt cold against her nipples and she curiously thought fleetingly about her cum covered tits marking the pristine wood. She could smell the polish as her head was kept down against the desk and she felt a pair of hands begin to fondle her ass cheeks. The hands were gentle but insistent as they pried her cheeks open exposing her most private area to the cool, conditioned air. "It's so difficult to tell from just looking" said an unfamiliar voice. Sandra realised that, until now, neither of the henchmen had spoken. She realised that the taller one of the two was looking directly into her puckered anus. She knew, fortunately, that her asshole was not virgin territory, but she had not been taken there for a good few months. As she began to think that her nether hole may pass the inspection after all, she felt a warm, wet finger nudging and probing insistently at her anal muscle. Sandra tried to relax her ass as much as possible. There was no pain as yet as the finger started to feel its way inside her, widening and loosening her. Sandra felt her face flush as she sensed her excitement growing. Every now and then, the finger would slide out of her ass and gently probe her vagina occasionally circling her clitoris and causing her to moan deep in her sore throat. She knew that she was very wet now as she felt the heat begin to build in her pussy. The finger alternated from her wet pussy and back to her ever widening asshole. She felt a sting of pain as a second finger and then a third was added and thrust into her holes pistoning back and forward. The boss was watching his henchman pushing his fingers into Sandra's pussy and ass and could feel the beginnings of another erection. He knew that she was not a hooker, he always had really, but he badly wanted to fuck her and while she was still not sure of what he was thinking, he knew that she would comply. Making his decision, he quickly lowered his zipper again and released his growing erection. Sandra could no longer hide her excitement. Her moans were becoming more audible as the fingers in her ass and pussy brought her closer and closer to her impending orgasm. Her lips felt dry again as she felt her body slide back and forth across the desk with the force of the fingering she was receiving. Closer and closer she drew towards her orgasm. Her hard nipples like pebbles as they rasped across the surface of the desk sending messages of further stimulation to her brain. Suddenly and without warning, the fingers were withdrawn. Sandra could have screamed, she was so close. She tried to look over her shoulder and protest, but could see the boss position himself behind her and heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being lowered. She had not long to wait for a replacement for the lost fingers. She felt the first stab of pain as the same cock that had earlier been inside her mouth started to probe and push at her prepared and spread asshole. The pain quickly turned to a low burning sensation as she experienced his initial thrust and felt the head and a little of the shaft pop past her sphincter and enter her anal channel. The boss had thought that her ass would feel good but the sensations he was feeling now were fantastic. He closed his eyes and grunted as he thrust his length deep into the girls asshole. Once or twice he had heard her cry out but was gratified to hear that her cries had now turned to guttural moans of ecstasy as he began to ream her ass. Her throat had been good but this was something else. She was so tight. He knew that this was no virgin ass, but she cannot have been fucked there recently. He felt the walls of her ass squeeze his cock as he sawed in and out slowing and then quickening the pace, pulling nearly all the way out then thrusting back in to the hilt. He knew from her moans that she was close to her own orgasm, and thought "what the hell...lets help her along!" Slowly, while keeping up his incessant assault on her anus, he slid two fingers down towards, and then into, her shaved pussy and started to rotate his thumb over her distended clit. Sandra was now getting used to the feeling of an erect cock in her ass. Her head was still down against the desk and she was moaning freely. The fingers had brought her close to her climax but then, after they were withdrawn, she had started to build again. What she needed was...... "Oooooohhhhhhh....yesssssssss thats it......mmmmmmmm" Her body reacted as the fingers sought out her vagina and the thumb came into contact with her clit. She felt incredibly full. Incredibly close. She just needed a little more to make her... Undercover Ch. 10 Undercover Ch. 11 Erin got a message asking her to immediately attend a meeting in the boardroom. Someone was in a real hurry, she though while she cancelled her lunch appointment with Stella. Not wanting to skip lunch altogether, she settled for a small sandwich as she bundled together the papers she had prepared and headed for the boardroom. Warren had wanted her to check out a new company he intended to buy. The case seemed much too straightforward as far as she was concerned, and she wondered why Warren had bothered to ask for her help in the first place. Usually he made these decisions all by himself. Most likely he still felt bad about dumping that spy assignment on her, she chuckled. Well, she had no intention of letting him off the hook just yet. Even though it smelled like a bad conscience that needed to be nursed, she was happy for the promotion he had given her. Warren probably felt he had given her ample compensation for using her as bait. Still, the feeling of having been sold as a prostitute still lurked in her mind - especially at night when she couldn't fill her mind with endless work. As she strode into the boardroom she heard Warren speaking to someone, but she couldn't quite make out who it was. There was something slightly familiar with the guest's voice, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly where she had heard that voice before. "Ah, there you are, my dear," Warren said at the other end of the room. "Close the door, will you?" She did as he asked and turned to greet his guest, before freezing solid as she met a pair of grey eyes she knew only too well. "Miss Taylor, meet my partner Cade Mason. Cade, this is Erin Taylor, my senior analyst," Warren continued as if not realising his guests were staring daggers at each other. "Ah, of course, you've already met. How could I forget?" Warren said in a tone that didn't convince any of them. "What is she doing here?" Cade snarled at Warren. "I thought you said you had fired her?" "Now why would I do that? She's my best analyst, although her secretary skills are somewhat lacking," Warren chuckled. "She's what? An analyst? You told me she was a secretary?" Cade stared incomprehensively at Erin. He frowned as he roamed his eyes over her formal business suit and her newly dyed, brownish hair, skilfully tamed into a tight coiffure with not a single strand of hair misplaced. "And she looked a lot different the last time I saw her as well." "All right, it seems I have some explaining to do. No, stay here!" he commanded as Erin turned away and headed for the door. "This concerns you as well, my dear." "This is your mistress, isn't it, uncle? What would Emma say if she knew?" "How dare you!" Erin said icily while she prepared to scratch out Cade's eyes with her bare hands. "Warren is my friend, although I'm beginning to reconsider the friendship now. Especially considering his relationship to you." "Calm down both of you. Let me explain everything. I really thought you two hotheads would have calmed down by now and started behaving like adults, but it seems I have some explaining to do." "What's to explain?" Erin asked icily. "You sent me to investigate a fraud case involving a CEO. Only you forgot to tell me he was this precious nephew of yours." "Uh well, yes. We've been worried about him for years. He has always been falling for the wrong kind of women and since he showed no interest in trying to locate the right woman, I decided to help him along." "What fraud?" Cade interrupted. "Who said anything about fraud?" "You told me to keep an eye on your own nephew? Did you seriously think he was a criminal or something? Or was it simply a trick to fool me?" "Not exactly. I needed a good excuse to send him a woman I thought would be perfect for him, that's why. So I told you to investigate him while he thought he was doing me a favour by giving one of my secretaries a temporary job." "Actually, you told me she seduced one of the married blokes and that you needed her out of the way for a while," Cade said coldly. "That should have given me a clue." "He did what? Warren, did you really tell him that?" Warren looked sheepishly for a few seconds. "But it worked," he started. "It worked really well. You were both aware of each other and you were hitting off really well. And if all the rumours have some truth in them, you have created a lot of steam lately." Erin ignored the blush that was threatening to colour her cheeks even warmer than they already were. "You used me as bait, is what you did," she spoke louder now. Barely controlling the anger in her voice as she stated the obvious to Warren. "Dangled me in front of him and just waiting for him to swallow. Like a damn carrot in front of a donkey. Now I understand why I had to wear those ghastly clothes. It was to make me resemble the loose women he usually prefers." "Now wait a minute," Cade interrupted. "I can find my own women, thank you very much, uncle. There was no use in trying to steer me in a certain direction -- even if the bait was tempting." He gave Erin a wink as he gave her a hot look. She didn't calm down one bit. "I won't be treated like a fruit of any sort," she said angrily. "Ahem, it's a vegetable, by the way," Cade interrupted. "What?" "The carrot. It's a vegetable." "I don't care what it is. He's treating me like a guinea pig. To see how much naked skin it takes to get his nephew pumped up and ready to blow." "Now wait a minute..." Cade exploded. "Sit down, both of you," Warren ordered. "I want you both to just sit tight and listen for a while. I've had quite enough of arguments from the both of you. That is why I arranged this meeting. I want to tell you the truth." "About what?" Cade managed to say between clenched teeth as they reluctantly sat down in chairs as far away from each other as they could. "About the assignment I gave Erin." "You sent her to spy on me. I already know that." "Yes, I told her I suspected embezzlement and wanted her to take a look at it." "Embezzlement? And you suspected me?" "Of course," Erin said harshly and jumped up from her chair. "Who wouldn't?" Warren gave her a shove so that she dumped back into the chair again, making a few strands of hair losen in the process. Erin immediately tried to tuck them into her tight coiffure under Cade's close scrutiny. "Shut up! Both of you. I gave her a mission, yes. But I knew all along she would not find anything, because there was no embezzlement." "I can't believe how you could sink that low," Erin fretted. "Well, if my information is correct, you found something else instead. The screams and moans you both made was heard on the other end of the factory," Warren said humorously and watched Erin blush profusely. Cade rose and looked more threatening than ever. "Don't say another word, old man. You sent me a spy dressed as a nymphomaniacal secretary to seduce me into doing your bidding, isn't that right?" "I'm not a nymphomaniac," Erin jumped up and stared into Cade's eyes. "Could have fooled me," Cade replied icily. "If anyone was behaving as a sex-starving maniac, it was you, you bastard." "He was?" Warren sounded only too happy about the news. "How nice to hear. I always thought you were bound for the monastery, Cade." Cade just ignored him and stared at Erin as he growled "Show me the man who can resist having a pair of tits showed in his face every time he turns around. But I can see you have toned down the peep-show since last I saw you." He gave her clothes a look-over as he spoke. "Now you look practically decent." "This is my usual dress code. That other was just a game." "A game, you say? Well, what if I didn't like your games one bit, and wanted you to pay for all the crap you pulled on me?" "Uh, Cade, she only did what I told her to do," Warren interceded. "You actually told her to go down on me, staple my fingers together, ruin my coffee and fuck me senseless?" "Uhm well, maybe not in so many words," Warren said sheepishly while Erin laughed at Warren's blushing face. He deserved a dressing down after trying to control their life. "I did what the role demanded of me. But maybe I misunderstood some of your directions," Erin said calmly. "A misunderstanding? Is that what this is?" Cade demanded. "Yes, you are perfectly right," Erin said maintaining her calm as best she could. The next few lines would have to be convincing for her to get away from here with her mind intact. She stared directly at Cade and used all her willpower not to shy away as she continued. "Warren sent me to solve a task and I did what I had to do to get the job done. Of course it was an added bonus that I enjoyed your body and stamina, Cade, but that was all there was to it." She could see Cade's expression closing even more than before, and she thought she saw a small wince going through his body as she said the word 'job'. His eyes seemed pained for a short while before he managed to control himself and the pain was hidden just as quickly as it had appeared. She wondered whether she had imagined the whole thing but her decision had been made. It was time to get out of here before she made an even bigger fool of herself. She wanted to make the break as clean as possible and get on with her life. She had already given this man far too many tears and sleepless nights, and she had no intention of giving him anything more. She stood up, straightened her stance and said as coldly as she could. "Since we're done here I have an important meeting to attend to." She brushed her skirt slightly so as to wipe off any entanglements the discussion had provoked. "Good day to you both," she said while nodding to them before walking quickly out of the office. Undercover Ch. 12 No matter what Warren said he was definitely getting soft, Cade thought as he left Warren's office. Even so, the soft, old man had still managed to talk him into spending another fortnight in the presence of the bitchiest female he had ever come across. But she was also the most intoxicating one. He could feel his cock preparing for some serious fucking just by the thought of the woman. He had never experienced such a lack of control before meeting her and the fact troubled him. At least he had been honest about their affair. He had even bought an engagement ring for her, only to have her dump him, and make him feel like the worst sort of idiot to ever be swayed by a woman. He had fallen head over heels for her fresh scent and alluring body. So much that he had wanted to keep her forever. He shook his head. It was no need to think of what could have been. Still, the sight of her had triggered memories of her naked body draped across his own, his cock enveloped in her tight sheath as she gasped in pleasure. How had she been able to act so naturally when they were together? She had seemed so honest about wanting both him and his body -- to the extent of having strong feelings for him. He remembered the red blush that had spread across her skin as she screamed out her release and kissed his mouth so sweetly. How could anyone be such a good actress? To make him believe so wholeheartedly that she cared for him just as much as he cared for her. Maybe Warren was right after all? Maybe there were some genuine feelings there after all? If that were the case, he needed to change tactic if he was ever going to find the correct answer. Right now she was as testy as ever and even though his body was ready for some hard fucking, he doubted she would indulge him. But maybe he could persuade her the same way she had persuaded him? H'mmn, that was a thought. If Warren was right that might be the only way to storm the fortress and make her body tell the truth for once. Past experience with her had taught him that she was much more indulging once he got her heated up a bit. He chuckled as he imagined how she would feel about having the tables turned for a change. To let her play the part of a sex-starved human trying to avoid being seduced -- but failing miserably. That might give her something to think about. He would just love to teach her a lesson about choosing her opponents more wisely in the future. This was a game they could both play. He tried to convince himself that revenge was not one of his motives, but it was a part of the total. He wanted to own his own company, but making that woman do some serious crawling after what she had done to him, was not to be underrated. He would love to teach her a lesson about playing with the feeling of others -- especially his. The plan was set and he quickly returned to Warren's office. "Do you have an office for me?" he asked Warren. "An office? What for? I thought you were going to seduce Erin - not work?" "I need a room where I can do the seduction. I don't like audiences." "What's wrong with a bedroom?" "If you can lure her near one I'll prefer that. But in the meantime..." "All right, all right. I'll give you an office. Here, try this one," Warren said and handed him a key. "But try to keep her quiet, will you? I don't want the whole company thinking it's now allowed to have sex during working hours." "I'll do my best. Thanks, uncle." Cade chuckled and headed for his new office. Undercover Ch. 12 Lost in her ministrations to fix the damage, she did not even notice Sandy sneaking back inside and whispering in her usual gossipy voice that clearly portrayed her awe of the strange circumstances. "Wow. What did he do to you? You look like you've been in an orgy." "Don't ask," Erin grumbled as she tried to sharpen up as much as possible. "Not a chance you will fix that, honey," Sandy laughed. "You should take a look in the mirror." She laughed good-naturedly as she dumped the files on Erin's desk and went giggling out of the office. Erin bent down and reached for her hand mirror. "Oops," she choked out. Sandy hadn't exaggerated one bit. Her lips were swollen and so red she looked like she had started wearing lipstick. Turning the mirror to the side to see the rest of her face, she made a loud groan as she discovered the red hickey on her throat. There was no way she was ever going to hide that easily. Damn that man. What was it about men and marking their territory? Undercover Ch. 13 An hour later Erin still felt like a total mess. She had managed to adjust her clothes and make-up, but she still looked like a woman who had only recently fallen out of the bed after a night of extensive lovemaking. It didn't help much either that she knew the rumours had spread like fire in dried grass. Everywhere she went the women were giggling and looking at her as they whispered among themselves. She had even dropped going to lunch and settled instead for a dry sandwich from a machine in the lobby. A total downfall as far as she was concerned, but she could not bear to listen to all the giggles and whisperings as the entire staff witnessed her humiliation. Instead she only left her office as seldom as she could. Oh well, in a few weeks time it would all be forgotten -- she hoped, and someone else would be the victim of the gossips. In the meantime she would have to make due and try to ignore it as best she could, she thought as she walked quickly around the corner and headed for the printer. Smack! A hand had smacked her bottom and she turned around in anger, holding on to the affronted part. "You! How dare you, you creep. Stay away from me!" "Now, honey, you know you like a good clapping once in a while," Cade said smugly. "I specifically remember one hot encounter in a mountain lodge and you..." The rest of his sentence disappeared in a lot of mumbling as she quickly raised her hand and held it plastered to his mouth in order to shut him up. He immediately took advantage of the situation and sneaked his arms around her waist. She felt his warm tongue emerge from between his lips and licking her fingers leisurely and temptingly. She quickly removed her hand as if she had been burned but still found herself locked into his hard embrace. "What do you say to take an early evening, eh? Have dinner together and spend the dessert at your place?" He bent his head closer to her ear as he continued in a deep murmur. "I know a position we haven't tried yet which I'm sure you'll enjoy as much as I would." "Let go of me," Erin growled so low she hoped no one would notice. "Not yet. Not before you give me the correct answer." "No, I prefer to have dinner on my own. Besides I have an appointment with one of my lovers this evening." "A lover, eh?" "Yes, one of many," she snarled at him. "Now, let go." She tried to wiggle her way out of his grip, but instead found that he held her tighter and slowly rubbed his pelvis against her stomach. She could feel his hard cock against her stomach. The warmth from his body seeped through her clothes and she felt him harden as she struggled to get away. Instead he took a better grip and whispered to her. "You don't have any lovers, honey. Apart from me, that is." "What would you know about that? Of course I have lovers. I prefer having two at a time. One man simply doesn't have the stamina to keep up with me." "What you have is a sense of humour, and I like that. Now, how about that dinner?" "As I said, I have other plans," Erin said louder now as she became more impatient. Then realised they had an audience and lowered her voice. "Now go off and play somewhere else!" "Not this time," Cade said smilingly and suddenly let go of her waist. The loss of his heat came so sudden she barely had time to register he had let her go. But before she managed to do more than simply blink at him, he bent downwards and grabbed her waist in his hands again and quickly lifted her onto his right shoulder and started walking toward his temporary office. "What are you doing? Let me down this instant!" Erin shouted and started hitting his ribs while trying to wiggle herself off his shoulder. He put a large hand on her bottom to still her and continued walking, accompanied by the laughter from the audience around them. "Relax, honey. I know you're horny but if you'll just wait a little longer I will find us some privacy." "I don't want any privacy!" Erin yelled and hit him hard in his kidneys. "Ouch, don't be so impatient, darling. Just wait a little longer." And with that last statement he strode down the hallway and into his temporary office where he slammed the door shut. Placing her down gently on the couch, he grabbed a hold on her hands just as she tried to punch him in the face. "You bastard!" she yelled. "How will I ever be able to face my workmates after this? It's totally humiliating." "Well, we can always come to an agreement," Cade said persuasively. "What sort of agreement? I'm not whoring for you if that's what you think." His face frowned before he collected himself and put on the annoying smile again. "All I was thinking about was having dinner together and perhaps go to a movie? Simply spending some time together." "And for that you will do what exactly?" "Why don't you ask me what I will not do? Right now I have a mind to fuck you against that door over there, and I'm sure it wouldn't take much to persuade you. Or perhaps on that cosy little sofa you're currently sitting on. I'm sure I can come up with a position that would make you come so hard you won't be able to walk for a few hours." She quickly got up from the couch as if her buttocks were burning and moved a few steps away from him. No, it would probably not take much persuasion. Especially considering that he had almost done the exact thing only a few hours ago. She still felt dazed even after the hours that had passed. She really had to try to maintain her calm when dealing with this man. Only, he could get her fired up so very easily, and the speed in which she turned from anger to lust was almost scaring her. But right now she needed the anger. "You're completely insane, is what I think. Do you seriously believe I would have anything more to do with you? As if the last couple of weeks haven't given me ample proof of what you have to offer?" "So you think you have tried it all, is that it?" Erin refused to answer, only adjusted her clothes again and started for the door. "Hey, no need to run away that quickly." He turned and grabbed her arms again, before nudging her back to the couch and leaning her back over the armrest. "Now that I've finally got you where I want you." She felt like she was floating and nothing beside his hands kept her standing. She held on tighter to his arms. "Let me go, this instant, you maniac!" "All right. As the lady wishes." He let go of her and she fell backwards over the armrest and landed spread out on the couch as a loud screech left her mouth. "Now that's a pretty sight," Cade said smoothly as he stared at her thighs and the skirt that had crawled upwards and was revealing her panties. "Still pink, I see," he said heatedly. "Damn, you really make this difficult, darling." He came closer and she awoke from the shock and struggled to get up from the couch, only to end up sitting on the couch while having his tented trousers presented right in front of her face. He was still hard and a quick glance into his face revealed he was thinking about the time on the terrace when she had sucked him into her mouth. "Just go for it," Cade tempted her. She stared at his pants and wanted to just dig in and forget all about their time apart - wanted to have him naked beneath her, on top of her, inside of her. The temptation was strong, but then she finally remembered what had happened the last time. How he had managed to fuck her senseless, and make her fall so hard for him she could barely sleep at night. He was not going to use her like that one more time. Quickly she stood up, and grabbed Cade around the waist. He obviously thought she was doing what he wanted and went willingly as she shoved him onto the couch. He leaned back against the settee and waited for her to take the lead. "Just relax," she said silkily and with a dazed expression he followed her every move as she reached for his tight pants, and undid the first and then the second button. His breath came out in a whoosh and she saw him become even bigger as his cock was given more room. She undid the next few buttons as well and shoved his pants away along with his boxers. His cock sprang free and was standing straight up in a proud stance. Cade was staring at her as if mesmerized and she could not contain herself as she ran her hands around his cock and touched his hard member all over. The warm skin was tempting her to put her mouth where her hands was and try to take as much of him as she could. He was larger than she remembered, and she stroked his length while in awe that her body had been able to take the entire length of him. She reached for his shirt and ripped it off him in anticipation of seeing his naked chest one more time. Staring at the tempting skin she had revealed, she moved her hands over his muscled chest and tried to attach the image of his naked body to her memory. "Oh god," he groaned as she ran her hands across his stomach and down to the root of his cock. "Just relax," she said in the same silky voice as she stroked his cock slowly, before enveloping his hardness in her hands and caressing him lightly. "So good," he groaned. "Harder, please." Why not, she thought and tightened her hands around him, stroking up and down his cock a few times. A small wetness was gathering at the top of his cock head and he groaned loudly as she continued rubbing him. "More darling, more," he gasped. She leaned forward and sucked his cock head into her warm mouth and sucked him hard. Feeling his warm skin against her tongue she circled his cock head and pushed the tip of her tongue right at the ridge of his cock head -- teasing him to lose himself completely to her touch. She heard him moan his contentment and she released the grip before sucking him hard again. This time she took as much of his cock as she could into her mouth. She tightened her hands around the base again and copied the movement with her lips. She could feel his hands moving along her shoulders. Trying to hold her closer. At the same time he raised his pelvis, pushing his cock further into her mouth, fucking her slowly, before retreating and pushing in again. "Harder," he gasped. "Harder. Just a little more. Your turn is next. I will last longer then," he gasped out between breaths. She felt him hardening a little more. Building up for his release. Soon he would erupt in her mouth. Spurting his seed into her. She heard his moans, his harsh breaths as his body tightened in anticipation of the release he was sure would come. But that was not happening. She let him go quickly, just at the verge of release and wiped her mouth slowly, before giving him one last heated look. He was staring at her in complete bewilderment as she stood up, and walked briskly toward the door. "What are you doing?" he croaked. "This was just a lesson," Erin said with more calm than she felt. "When you get too close to the fire you will get burned. I suggest you remember that from now on and leave me alone." She grabbed the door key and slammed the door behind her before locking it and putting the key in her pocket. "You bitch!" she heard him snarl after her. "Come back here at once! You can't just leave me like this!" "I already have," she shouted through the locked door. "Now be a good boy and stay in your room," she said before heading straight to the nearest bathroom. She had to regain a certain degree of dignity before facing her workmates. Then she would take an early evening. She had no intention of staying in the vicinity when Cade managed to pull on his pants and break out of there. He would be angry. Really angry. She laughed aloud as she counted the score so far. 1-0 in her favour. Hopefully he would give up and head back home now. Undercover Ch. 14 If Warren only knew what he was planning he would not have given him the address, Cade chuckled to himself as he rang the doorbell of Erin's apartment. "Who is it?" he heard her ask from the other side. "Someone who wants to apologize," he replied sweetly and held up the bouquet of red roses he had just bought. He heard the door chain being removed and the door unlocked and revealed a mildly surprised Erin staring at him. "What is this?" "Flowers for the beautiful," Cade answered sweetly as he gave her the flowers. "I sincerely hope you can forgive me the brutish behaviour and maybe join me for dinner?" He held up the Indian take-away he had brought along. "What on earth? Have you hit your head or something, Cade? You don't seem to be quite yourself." "Ah well, I had a chat with Warren and he gave a few words of advice about how to court a woman properly," he replied sheepishly. "Always the gentleman, Warren is. And what else did he tell you about proper behaviour?" Erin asked humorously as she studied the sheepish expression in Cade's face. "A lot of things, and very useful too, I hope." He reached for her hand and held it to his mouth as he kissed her skin lightly. "He told me a woman liked to be worshipped and invited to fine dinners with good wines." He pointed at the bag right next to him. "That's why I brought white wine to go with the Tandoori, of course." "Oh?" Erin replied while staring at Cade as still in shock by his complete turnaround. "May I come in?" "Sure, why not. As long as you behave, I might take the chance." "Of course I'll behave. Warren taught me that dinner only included good food and intellectual conversation. And no sex before date number 15. Or was it 25? He's old school after all." "Poor Warren. I must have cost him a fortune to court Emma, then," Erin laughed as she went to put the flowers in water. Cade opened the wine bottle and poured them both a glass. "Here you go," he said and gave her a glass. "Mm, smells good," she said and took a sip. "Very nice. What is it?" "French. Borgogne district. The best there is. If you would join me we could spend the honeymoon there." "Didn't Warren say anything about being too forward, Cade?" Erin said laughingly. "Nope, he must have forgotten. All right, you can pick the destination then. Only make sure the beds are soft and the food is good." "Stuff some food into that mouth, will you?" "Okay. I found out you liked Indian so I brought some Tandoori." "My favourite. Who told you?" "A little bird called Stella." "That traitor. What else did she tell you?" "Nothing important," he replied while laying out the food. "Tell me!" "She only described what she would do to a certain part of me if I hurt you. Nothing worth mentioning," Cade shuddered visibly. "Ah, so that's why you've located some manners, is that it? Afraid that poor little Stella will castrate you?" "She was quite persuasive, let me tell you. Now, dig in." She did and they both enjoyed the meal as the conversation floated easily back and forth and covered their favourite movies and books as well as tales about their travels. Undercover Ch. 14 "Tell me," Cade groaned. Sweat forming on his forehead as he struggled to hold back from the instinctive temptation to push inside of her hard and fast. "I love your body." Another inch came inside of her. "You make you so horny just by looking at you." Another inch was pushed inside of her and she shivered with the pleasure and the wanting to find her release. "Oh, god," she groaned. "Take me, Cade." "Tell me," he still demanded. "Was it a game?" "Yes," she moaned, and protested loudly as he retreated an inch away from her body. "No, come back," she said hoarsely. "The cover made me dare to do things I've never done before." He sank back inside of her body again, and the success made her continue. "I've never experienced such a freedom before. Such pleasures." She arched her neck at him as he plunged his entire cock into her body in one fluid motion. Then he quickly retreated and plunged all the way inside of her again. She felt devoured as he suddenly stopped the quick motions and started to go so slow she could barely contain herself. She whimpered but he didn't take the invitation as he moved slowly in and out of her body as his cock rubbed against her walls and stroking her every nerve endings into alertness. She reached for him, trying to hold him inside of her, her legs enveloping behind him, her unchained hand holding him tight around the waist, trying to keep him where she wanted him. Still he was too strong for her and even though she tightened every vaginal muscle he still kept slowly withdrawing from her pussy, before plunging into the welcoming warmth again. "Oh, god," she gasped to him. "More. More, please," she could not contain the words inside of her anymore. "Tell...me," he said hoarsely and held himself still. "Tell me why?" "I love you," she whimpered. "What?" "I love you," she said more loudly now. There was no response from Cade and Erin finally opened her eyes to watch him stare at her -- completely dumbfounded by her revelation. "Good," he finally said in a content but hoarse voice. "About time you told me." Immediately he started pounding inside of her body so hard and fast she could only barely hold on to his body and let the flow take her along. In a matter of moments her first orgasm hit her and she screamed out her pleasure as she hold on tightly as Cade continued pounding into her. He said something incoherently as he held on tightly to her, plunging into her body, before withdrawing again and plunging inside of her again. Suddenly his movements made it impossible for her to hold back and the pleasure made her come another time. The orgasm was stronger this time and she felt her entire body shutting down as she limply held on to Cade as he reached his own pleasure with a loud scream and he came inside of her in several deep strokes. He sank down on top of her and kept on breathing harshly for a few minutes. Her protests finally made him aware of the weight he put on her, and he slowly lifted himself away from her and sank down beside her. He put his arm around her shoulder and dragged her up against his body as their handcuffed hands lay on his stomach. "Finally," he said hoarsely. "I've waited a long time to hear you admit that you really cared about me." Erin immediately regretted her frankness and wanted to escape his politeness. She could not prevent her feelings for being what they were, but it was far easier to deal with them when she was the only one aware of them. The last thing she wanted was his pity. She moved slightly away from him, before remembering they were handcuffed together. He dragged her back against his body. "Oh no. You're not getting away this time." "This time?" "Yes. After our stay in the hunting lodge I realised I loved you and that I wanted to marry you. I even bought the ring and all. I was thinking about when would be a good time to ask you to marry me. I even asked Warren for a tip or two, but then you ran away. Left me that note telling me you didn't care at all." "Oh no." "Yes, you did. I never thought I would see you again before Warren arranged that meeting." "But you hated me?" Erin asked weakly. "I tried to at least, but Warren said you loved me and asked me to hang around." "Yes, you tormented me." "Only gave you a piece of the torment you gave me." "I never carried you into my office and seduced you." "Not literally, no. But you were very close doing just that." He smiled at her. "I still have that ring, you know." "Aha, and you're asking?" "Yes. Do you want to marry me?" Erin pretended to ponder the answer for a while. "Don't hesitate too long," Cade warned her. "Remember, I've already cuffed you." "All right, I'll marry you. But this is extortion." "No, it isn't," Cade smiled. "It's love - pure and simple." His eyes were heated as he bent closer to her and caught her mouth in a hard kiss to which she responded just as heatedly as he did. Undercover Ch. 15 Cade awoke and reached for his pants to locate the keys for the handcuffs. They were not there. He tried to remember if he had put them somewhere else last night. It was really strange. He could not think of another place where he could have put them. They had to be here. He checked his pockets once more. "Is something wrong?" Erin asked. "I can't find the keys. I thought I had them in my pants," Cade said smilingly. "I'm afraid you're stuck with me for the time being." "Ha, no way if you're accompanying me to the toilet. You better find those keys right now. But I thought you said they were at your hotel?" "I lied. I didn't want you to try and tackle me again. I had them right here." He tried all the pockets one more time. "No, they're not there. I wonder...," Cade mumbled to himself. Suddenly the phone rang and Erin answered. "Warren?" Cade heard her say in a surprised tone. "Yes, he's here," Cade could hear her answer the caller. Then she handed him the phone. "Warren wants to talk with you." Cade took the receiver. "Hello, Warren. What is it?" "Are you missing some keys perhaps?" "How did you know?" "I stole them from your pockets yesterday. I figured it would work better if you two would spend some time together before getting loose." "And?" "And have you done the deed now?" "What deed? We have gotten through most of the positions if that's what you're asking," Cade smiled as Erin gave him a hard punch in the stomach "Stop talking about that, you lunatic," Erin reprimanded him. "Ouch, I'm on the phone, darling" Cade yelped. "And here I thought the handcuffs would limit you to the missionary all night long, but what do I know about these things?" Warren chuckled. "Still, have you proposed then?" "Of course. You may congratulate us, by the way." "Wonderful! I'm so happy for you. Although I would say you took an awful lot of time to get up to scratch. Now, would you just let me talk to Erin again?" Cade handed Erin the phone. "Yes, Warren," Erin said into the receiver, expecting a similar reprimand that she had heard him give to Cade. "Are you sure he proposed nicely and sweetly? So there will be no more need for tormenting a certain stubborn asshole?" "No, he's in the clear now," Erin laughed. "Actually, he did it very sweetly." "Good," Warren said. "Then I'll come over with the keys and a minister before any of you dares to change your mind and start fighting again. I'm not taking any more chances with you two hotheads." Undercover Ch. 1 "Aaaahhhhhhhhgggggg.... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh ......I'm cumminggggggggggggg" Sandra bucked her hips from the desk as her orgasm exploded through her tight body. All her nerve ending reacted in unison. As she bucked, she felt the cock go deeper into her ass and heard the boss groan deeply. His cock swelled again. She knew he was about to cum as she was now. She sensed his weight on her back as he tensed and trembled and let out a deep sigh. His cock twitched wildly and Sandra experienced a flood of his cum coat her insides. The initial burst of his seed was quickly followed by three more eruptions deep in her ass before his cock, finally drained, slipped limply from between her buttocks. Gratefully, Sandra slipped to the floor and looked up at the three men, as the boss adjusted his dress. What was going to happen to her now she wondered. "Well, you ass did not seem well used to me" said the boss, as the three men once again studied her. "Maybe we should combine the both, eh?" he continued "There's no reason why we cannot have a cop as a hooker. Hell!, we might even get a better price for you!" Sandra was relieved and terrified at the same time. What could he mean? "Boy's, get her ready to travel." he looked back at Sandra "we have houses set up all over the country, you know." Smiling at the frightened, naked girl on the floor, he continued. "A three hour plane ride will put you in one of our best brothels. You'll have plenty of time there, no one will ever find you!" To Be Continued... if there is enough interest. * * * * * E-mail me and let me know if you want this story to go on. If you enjoyed this story feel free to check out my other offerings on this site. Please also feel free to e-mail me with any suggestions you have for further tales! Photos from female admirers are always very welcome!!! Undercover Ch. 2 Part II: Flying High This story follows on directly from Undercover Sandra awoke to the low hum of aeroplane engines feeling completely disorientated. Where was she? And how the hell did she get here? She rubbed her eyes, swollen from enforced sleep and tried to swallow. Her throat was sore and her head ached. As her eyes came into focus, she saw two familiar men sitting opposite her, watching her closely. "Well..." said one of the men with a smile. "Looks like sleeping beauty has finally awoken" Sandra's memory began to creep back. The long surveillance on the vice ring. The start of the operation. The betrayal by Jacko, their informer. And, yes, her enforced performance at the hands of these two men and their boss. The last thing she could remember was the boss giving her a glass of sweet, strong liquid after dressing himself, and realised that it must have contained some kind of drug or sleeping agent. She recalled, now, the smell of the polished wood of the boss' desk as she was placed face down upon its surface, and she recalled, with a shudder, what happened next. As Sandra became fully conscious, she realised that she was covered with a thin blanket. She felt restraints and looked down to see she was still strapped into the aeroplane seat with the safety belt. "What...um...where am I? Where are we going?" her voice was raspy and she tried to swallow again. The other man spoke "No need to worry yourself with the hows' and the whys'. All you need to know is that you now belong to the Firm. We own you. You will be paid and kept comfortable but you will obey every instruction". The tone of the mans voice was enough to ensure that Sandra did not argue. The vice squad, that she was a part of, had been watching the Firm' for sometime, and were well aware of their methods. She had no desire to end up as part of a freeway support or at the bottom of a river. She imagined that as soon as the plane landed she would use her intelligence to plan an escape. She was brought out of her reverie by the first man. He had risen from his seat and was advancing towards her. Sandra was initially frightened as to what this man intended to do, but she relaxed as he gently unbuckled her seat belt and offered her a glass of water. As her arms became free, she held the glass to her lips and sipped gratefully, letting the cool refreshing liquid ease her throat. As her body became more relaxed she could feel the plane's artificial air chill her beneath the thin blanket. "I think it's about time we had another look at the merchandise, don't you?" said the first man. His accomplice nodded, still smiling at Sandra. His hands were swift as they reached out towards her and grabbed the edge of the blanket and jerked it towards him. Both men licked their lips as they looked at her. Sandra recoiled as the air encircled her body. She looked down at herself. All she appeared to be wearing were bra and panties and her black patent boots with spiked heels. Although she recognised the boots, she had no idea where the bra and panties had come from. She had to admit though they looked and felt good. She was fairly sure that they were pure silk as she felt the material against her nipples, already hardening due to the cool air in the cabin. She moved her legs slightly and felt another cool breath of air around her pussy. "Oh my god" she thought to herself "theses panties are crotchless!" Sandra quickly closed her legs as she saw the two men opposite staring at the open crotch. She looked around her. The plane was a small, private affair with only about eight seats. Most of the seats were occupied by smart looking business men and women, most of which were now looking towards Sandra. She heard the first man's voice again "Ok. Now you have had a drink, I think the other passengers would like some refreshment as well". He pointed to a small curtained off section of the plane "You will find drinks and glasses in there. Make sure all of our paying guests are taken care of please" "But....can't I get dressed first?" Sandra asked incredulously The men laughed to each other as if some private joke had peaked their interest. "You don't seem to understand officer" he replied sarcastically, "these ARE you clothes now! Most of the people on this plane have paid for your services" Sandra stared at them open mouthed, not moving. "DO IT NOW!" he shouted, making her jump. Sandra's body reacted before her brain as she leapt out of her seat and moved behind the curtain. She quickly found a tray on which was placed a large jug of juice and several glasses. As she walked back down the plane with the tray, she was very aware of her state of undress. All the passengers eyes were upon her as she walked. She felt her nipples harden even more and could feel the air playing gently and sensuously over her hairless and uncovered vagina. She stood in front of the first passenger and offered the tray to him. He looked very distinguished. Tall and muscular, perfectly cut hair with traces of grey and a striking face with steely blue eyes. He wore an expensive looking suite and starched shirt, his tie knotted perfectly. The passenger surprised her as, smiling, he took the tray from her hands and set in on the table in front of him. She felt his strong hands touch hers as his fingers entwined themselves with her own as he gently pulled her towards him. Sandra was still a little unsteady on her legs, especially as she wore the high spiked heels, and she tried to pull back a little to regain her balance. This movement seemed to irritate the man as he tightened his grip on her hands and pulled her sharply towards him. Sandra faltered, sensing herself falling forwards. Her body tumbled down as the strong hands caught her, and arranged her over his lap. All of a sudden, Sandra was aware of people around her. She was acutely aware of her position and her vulnerability. She could feel the heavy material of the mans suite trousers under her body. She tried to repel the hands she now felt on her panty covered behind but her ankles were firmly gripped by another pair of unseen hands and she felt her legs being pulled apart. More hands grabbed her as she was positioned with her body across the lap of the first passenger with her spread legs in the aisle and her head against the lap of the passenger sitting next to him. Everything now seemed to be happening at once. She tried to cry out as the hands on her ass pulled the split in her panties open wide, but her voice was muffled as her head was pushed roughly into the material of the other man's trousers. She could feel the unmistakable bulge of a large erection under those trousers and realised that nobody was going to wait for the plane to land before sampling their hooker cop! Everyone was talking at once now. She heard crude comments concerning her exposed vagina and asshole. She felt long fingernails raking over the split in her panties as they expertly probed her wet lips; too long for a man's nails she was sure....A WOMAN? The long slim fingers gently parted her nether lips. God, she could feel herself becoming wet with arousal. She moaned into the bulge beneath her head as the fingers sought out her stiff clitoris and circled it, stimulating her, exciting her. Just as she was beginning to lose herself in the sensations from her pussy, her head was lifted away from the bulge. She was unable to see his face, but could see his fingers as he lowered the zipper on his suite trousers, and, groping around in his underwear withdrew a large circumcised cock. The tip was slightly wet with a drop of precum and she could smell his male aroma as her head was gently pushed back down towards the tip. The fingers in her pussy were now probing her more urgently. She could feel three digits inside her and the long nail from the fourth gently scratching and exploring her puckered anus through the split in the panties. She had never in her entire life experienced the sexual touch of another woman but was quickly becoming excited beyond the point of no return. The woman seemed to know just where to touch and just how much pressure to apply to allow Sandra to climb upwards towards an inevitable climax. Sandra's moans were coming in low growls now as she licked and sucked on the cock in her mouth. She could feel him becoming more insistent as his cock continued to swell. Her head was pressed firmly down and she experienced the sensations of his rigid member enter her throat. She was so close to her own orgasm, that she had not realised how close the man in her mouth had become. Her throat contracted around his shaft and she felt him buck his hips, heard him groan, felt the explosion of his excitement fill her mouth and throat. Just as his hot cum filled her throat she felt the finger that had been playing around her anal ring, suddenly sink deep inside her tight hole. With three fingers in her pussy and another in her ass, Sandra could take no more and exploded into her own orgasm. "Aaaaaaahhhhh... Ugghhhh... God... Mmmuuugghhhh... yesssssss... yesssss... yessss... YYYEEESSSSSSSSSS" Her whole body shuddered and bucked as she came. Cum dripped from her lips and mouth as the man proceeded to withdraw his cock and continue spurting his seed over her face. Her pussy spasmed and her ass twitched uncontrollable as the fingers were withdrawn. As Sandra came down from her peak, she was aware of a woman's voice. "Put her on the floor now" she said "I want to feel that tongue at work for myself" As Sandra was lifted from the first man's lap and laid gently on the floor, she could see at least three men and the woman were now in the process of stripping themselves. She looked up and saw the woman responsible for her crushing orgasm divest herself of a large bra. As her large tits came into view Sandra waited expectantly. The woman looked African. Older but still attractive. Sandra watched as the woman slowly lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to one side. She could see the large pink folds of the woman's wet vagina as she knelt down over Sandra's head. She could smell her fragrance as she lowered her pussy closer and closer to Sandra's face. She knew what she was expected to do, and in a strange way was aroused at the thought. Slowly she slipped her tongue from her mouth and gently probed the woman's large and clearly visible clitoris. She was surprised at the taste; pleasant and slightly sweet not salty like a man. As her tongue came into contact with the woman's clit, she felt her knees, on either side of Sandra's head, tense and tremble. The woman let out a low moan and pushed Sandra's face deeper into her pussy. "Mmmmmm.....Ohhhhhhhh.....Mmmmmmmmmmmmm....that's it, lick my clit you slut.....lick me up" Sandra now started to use her natural instinct in earnest, flicking the erect nub with her tongue and licking the length of her labia with long strokes. As she continued her ministrations, Sandra could feel hands on her tits, undoing the front clasp of her silk bra. She felt her nipples being pinched and squeezed, tongues flicking the hard buds, mouths sucking and nibbling. The coloured woman above her was now in a state of apoplexy, grinding her hips into Sandra's face and squeezing and pinching her own large dark nipples as she bounced up and down. "Uuugghhh....Ugghhhhh...yesss....yes....I'm close...so close....mmmmm ....mmmm..." Sandra reached up to the woman's ass and squeezed her buttocks as she lashed her tongue over the hard clit, slipping a finger into the woman's surprisingly open asshole. Suddenly the room was full of the woman's voice. "Aaaaaaaahhhhh.... GOOOODDDDDDD ...... YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS... I'm CUMMMIIINNNGGGG" she screamed as she ground her quivering, wet pussy onto Sandra's mouth and tongue. Sandra was surprised at the amount of liquid the woman released. It practically flowed from her vagina into Sandra's mouth almost choking her but tasting surprisingly good. As the coloured woman climbed, exhausted from her face, Sandra lay back, herself very fatigued. She was certainly ready for a rest, but with the reappearance of the first two men who had been sitting opposite her, she doubted that would happen. "You're not finished yet" said the first. "No" the second agreed "there are still two guy's here that you have not yet pleasured." Sandra wearily looked up at the two naked men to her left. They had been playing with her tits while she had pleasured the coloured woman, and were now sporting large erections and grinning at her. The first man sat down in a chair with his legs spread. "Kneel between my legs, slut". He said " And fuck me with those nice tits. Well beyond caring now, Sandra crawled between the mans outstretched legs and bending her body, wrapped her 36 C tits around his pulsating cock. The man closed his eyes and let out a rasping moan as the warm flesh enveloped his erection. Sandra used her hands to push her breasts together and stroked them up and down his hard length. She watched as his cockhead emerged from the valley her cleavage made to bump gently against her swollen lips still wet with cum. She opened her mouth wide to accept the engorged member on each upthrust, circling the head seductively with her tongue and causing him to buck his hips forward to penetrate her mouth deeper. Her position, kneeling in front of the man, resulted in her ass and hips being elevated from the floor and the second man was keen to exploit this position of vulnerability. Sandra sensed him before she felt his touch on her. The cool air whispered around her exposed, hairless pussy as he moved behind her. She felt strong, large hands spread her thighs and buttocks and the unmistakable feeling of a hard cock pressing against her outer lips. The cock between her tits was now being pumped furiously back and forth entering her hot mouth on every stroke. She could sense it starting to swell at the same time that she felt the second cock being pushed past her lips and deep into her vagina. The cock in her pussy was big. Very big, a good ten inches of throbbing meat. The man behind her thrust hard sending his cock deep into her and causing her to jerk forward. She gagged involuntarily, as this action resulted in the other cock driving into her throat and exploding in a veritable fountain of hot cum. As the cum continued to spurt into her mouth and throat, the man behind her started to jackhammer his large meat into her abused pussy. The guy sitting, was now milking every last drop of his cum between her tits as his hands squeezed them and cruelly pinched her hard nipples. Sandra felt her pussy open and stretch as the second cock was repeatedly slammed into her hole. She was being jerked back and forth with the sheer power of his thrusts, her cum stained tits bouncing up and down. His fucking angle was such that, with every deep thrust, he made contact with her distended and sore clitoris and Sandra was fast approaching another crushing orgasm. Faster and faster he rammed her as the sitting guy, now satisfied, continued to assault her sore tits and nipples with his fingers. She was so close...so close, as she felt the cock inside her swell to immense proportions. "Oh god" she cried "yes...please cum in me now....yes ..now ...fuck me ... FUCKKKK MEEEEEEE!!!" As Sandra's orgasm rushed through her body she screamed as she felt the man let go and release a huge amount of cum into her pussy. His cock seemed to remain hard as he continued to assault her abused hole until, breathless, he collapsed behind her on the floor. After several minutes of recovery, Sandra was lifted by the two original men and returned to her seat. She still wore her thigh length patent boots. The silk panties were covered in cum and her own fluid and the bra was nowhere to be seen. She ached from fatigue. Her nipples were red and sore and her nether lips were puffy and swollen. The two men looked at her and smiled as she looked around for the discarded bra. "Don't worry about the bra sweetheart" they laughed. "You probably won't be needing it much!" Sandra heard the nasal tones of the pilot's voice over the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen. We are now approaching our destination. I hope you had a pleasurable' flying experience!" The two men looked at each other and then at Sandra "Oh yeah, we forgot about the pilot. He must be getting a little horny by now don't you think?" Sandra simply sighed deeply and closed her eyes... To Be Continued... if there is enough interest. * * * * * E-mail me and let me know if you want this story to go on. If you enjoyed this story feel free to check out my other offerings on this site. Please also feel free to e-mail me with any suggestions you have for further tales! Photo's from female admirers are always very welcome!!!