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Very Close Protection

By: GeorgeTasker



FBI Agent John Hanson studied his partner, Agent Jill Morgan as she pulled on a hefty bulletproof vest over her FBI jacket. ‘She’s actually quite pretty,’ John thought to himself, kind of stunned by his own revelation. Jill was one of the toughest agents in the Bureau, a real workaholic who was constantly matching her skills against the male members of the Bureau. And usually coming out ahead.

Her lack of care about her appearance showed in her drab hair, lack of makeup and bulky, unflattering clothes. John had heard a rumor once that Jill had done an undercover assignment as a hooker early in her FBI career and that she had a killer body. But he’d also heard a rumor that she’d once beaten a suspect so badly that he’d been hospitalized for three months.

It seemed to John that her breasts filled out her uniform pretty well, but Jill never wore anything tight fitting or low cut so he couldn’t say for sure.

‘She’s probably a dyke anyway,’ John thought to himself. “Are you sure Leatherbarrow’s in there?” was what he said aloud.

“That’s what my sources tell me,” Jill replied. Antony Leatherbarrow was one of the largest organized crime bosses in the country. The two FBI agents had been after him for almost two years now, but so far he’d always eluded them, they didn’t have a shred of evidence that would convict him of the countless murders, robberies and worse that he’d ordered committed. “Leatherbarrow himself is supposed to be here tonight for this deal. We can catch him red handed.”

“I hope so,” John said with a sigh, “I think my wife has forgotten what I look like.”

“She’s lucky then,” joked Jill, checking that her gun was loaded and ready. “Let’s go kick some ass!”

John drew his gun from his shoulder holster and followed Jill up the stairs of the fire escape that led up the rear of the run down building where Leatherbarrow was supposed to be making the deal. John tried to get a look at Jill’s ass as he followed her up the stairs, but her loose fitting trousers and long jacket covered her effectively.

At the top of the stairs Jill didn’t wait to make sure John had kept up, but immediately kicked the door open and burst inside. John followed, hot on her heels.

The room beyond was not what they had been expecting.

The room was filled with shelves and files, and looked quite a mess with papers strewn everywhere. Against one wall was a large old-fashioned desk, behind sat a small man in a cheap suit who was busy tapping away at a large adding machine.

“You’re not Leatherbarrow!” exclaimed John in surprise, stating the obvious.

“No,” the man replied with a confused frown. “I’m his accountant.”

***

It turned out that Agents Hanson and Morgan had burst in, not on Antony Leatherbarrow, but on Larry Matthews, his accountant. Larry was a short, middle-aged bean counter, slightly balding and slightly overweight who had worked for Leatherbarrow for sixteen years.

“For the last time Mr Matthews, did you witness Antony Leatherbarrow commit any real crimes at all?” asked Jill desperately. They had been interrogating Larry Matthews for the past ten hours and had got very little out of him. Larry had complained long and hard about how much he hated his client Leatherbarrow but he had so far given the FBI nothing they could use against him. A couple of times Jill had almost resorted to violence, the small man frustrating her to no end, but John had managed to convince her to keep her cool.

“Well there was that time he killed his former accountant,” Larry said offhandedly.

“What?” asked John in surprise.

“Mr Leatherbarrow killed his former accountant when he hired me.”

“And you witnessed this?” demanded Jill, standing up.

“Sure,” agreed Larry with a nod. “Leatherbarrow used it as an incentive for me to remain loyal.”

Jill was about to ask him why he hadn’t told them that ten hours ago, but John had more important questions. “You’ll testify in court to this?” John quickly asked their suspect.

“No way! Absolutely out of the question!” Larry quickly replied.

“Come on Mr Matthews,” John said. “Antony Leatherbarrow has committed more crimes than everyone else on the FBI’s most wanted list combined. Someone has to get him off the streets. Someone has to stand up to him.”

“Not a chance!” Larry insisted. “I could end up like his last accountant.”

“We can protect you,” persisted John.

“He’ll find me,” Larry said, looking a little worried now. Up until this point he had seemed almost bored with the interrogation.

“We can put you under protective custody. Give you a new identity. Keep you out of harm's way until the trial,” John told the bookish man.

Larry’s eyes lit up a bit at this. “You mean like in the movies? The FBI Witness Relocation program?”

“Exactly! Just like in the movies,” John quickly agreed. “You’ll be completely safe.”

“I’ve always wanted a new life,” Larry murmured thoughtfully, mulling over the idea. “Did you know that women don’t find accountant particularly exciting?” Larry turned to Jill as he asked this question.

“I wouldn’t know,” Jill replied in annoyance.

“Can I be a Rock Star?” Larry asked excitedly.

“I don’t know about a Rock Star,” John replied dubiously. “You have to keep low key, but I’m sure we can get you a more interesting life.”

“Good point, gotta keep out of the public eye. How about an Astronaut, or FBI agents like you guys?”

“I don’t know…” John said doubtfully.

“A reclusive novelist, how about that?” Larry’s mind was running wild at this point.

“We can sort something out I’m sure,” Jill quickly cut in.

“And a family, I’ve always wanted a family,” Larry said, grinning from ear to ear. “And a mistress, someone sexy with big tits. Hey, maybe I could be a porn star?”

“Well I’m not sure about a family. We need to have someone close to you though. Someone to look out for you in case anything goes wrong,” Jill told him.

“We can give you a wife. One of our agents,” John suggested, clicking his fingers as the idea came to him.

“I don’t know about that,” it was Larry’s turn to be doubtful. “I have my standards, I can’t have just anyone being my wife you know.”

Jill doubted he’d even been on a single date, let alone been in a position to be picky about things.

“Jill here can pose as your wife,” John suggested.

“No way!” both Jill and Larry said in unison, the idea horrifying them.

“It’s perfect!” John said, looking very pleased with his idea.

“I am not being that little worms wife!” Jill snapped angrily.

“Look at her, she dresses like a man!” complained Larry.

“Great,” John said with a smile. “It’s settled then!”

***

They had eventually come to an agreement to tidy up Jill and get her more feminine looking to pose as Larry’s wife. When John had suggested the idea to his boss he had backed up John and Jill had no choice but to go through the plan. They had also compromised on the career of a movie scriptwriter for Larry, it meant that he would be working from home so it also cut out a lot of the risks.

Larry had been very unhappy about leaving behind all his so-called friends and moving across the country to his new LA safehouse, but they had eventually convinced him by showing him a picture of the large mansion he would be living in.

“Well, here it is,” said John as he pulled the car up to the front of the huge hillside mansion.

“Wow,” breathed Larry in admiration as he got out of the car. “How does the FBI afford a place like this?”

“It was seized off a drug dealer.”

“Nice,” Larry replied with a grin. “Where’s my so-called wife?” Neither Larry nor Jill had warmed up to the idea of posing as a married couple, but they had at least reluctantly agreed to go through with John’s plan.

“She’s inside,” John replied.

“And you’re sure Leatherbarrow won’t track me down here?” Larry asked warily.

“Yes, you’re completely safe,” John assured him as they reached the front door. “I’ll leave you two newly weds to get to know each other. Remember you need to be convincing as husband and wife so try not to kill each other on the first day.”

“Fine,” replied Larry, stepping inside the house as John went back to the car. “Honey, I’m home!” he called out to Jill as he closed the front door behind him.

Larry’s mouth dropped open into a stunned gape as he took in the sight that greeted him. The previously rough looking FBI Agent Jill Morgan stepped out from the mansions kitchen, dressed in a pale pink knee-length skirt and a tight fitting pink sweater. Over this she wore a lacy apron and her hands were covered by thick white oven-mitts, which she was using to carry a hot metal baking tray that held steaming, freshly baked cookies. Her formerly scruffy and unkempt brown hair was expertly combed and tied up in a complicated looking bun, and her face was highlighted perfectly by faultless makeup. 

Jill looked stunningly beautiful, she was also the picture perfect housewife. Larry Matthews was stunned.

“Hello darling,” Jill greeted him with a distasteful scowl. Her true nature immediately shone through and it was instantly obvious to Larry that she was going through with this whole ‘wifey’ routine completely against her own free will.

“You scrub up nicely,” Larry said with a grin, he couldn’t help but notice the way her bosom swelled out substantially underneath her pink sweater. He made a mental note to make further investigations in that department in the near future.

“Don’t get used to it,” growled Jill, dropping the tray of cookie’s onto the dining table. She put her hands on her hips, the action unconsciously jutting out her sizeable breasts. “This is temporary.”

Larry paused a moment to admire the gorgeous brunette, then grabbed her by the hand and dragged her into the lounge. Jill came very close to throwing him across the room, but thought better of it, deciding to see what he was going to do before she crushed his testicles.

The short accountant guided Jill to the couch and sat down beside her.

“We need to talk,” he told her.

“Okay,” Jill reluctantly agreed, her face still in a glower.

“If we’re going to convincingly pose as husband and wife we need to sort a few things out,” Larry told her firmly. Jill was very obviously out of her element and practically squirming in her dress and this nice suburban home. Larry actually relished the idea of having her as his nice and subservient wife. He noticed that her skirt had ridden up her leg as she had sat down on the couch, her bare knee and a little of her thigh uncovered. Larry reached out and placed his hand on her knee, giving it a squeeze.


Like a bullet, Jill’s hand rocketed out, grasping hold of Larry’s hand by his fingers and prying his hand off her thigh. She twisted his wrist painfully and bent back his fingers.

“Ahh fuck!” yelped Larry in pain, squirming on the couch as Jill almost broke his fingers.

“Don’t you ever touch me!” growled Jill, releasing his hand and tugging her skirt back down.

Larry shook his hand, “Jesus Christ woman, you almost broke my fucking fingers!”

“Perhaps I should have,” shot back Jill. “Then you’d keep your hands to yourself perhaps.”

“This is what we need to talk about,” Larry said. “If we’re husband and wife we can’t try to kill each other when we touch.”

“Can’t we be an estranged couple?” Jill retorted. Truth be told she hadn’t had a relationship since she’d joined the bureau and didn’t really know how to act. There was also the fact that the mere sight of that little worm Matthews turned her stomach.

“We’re supposed to be newlyweds, remember?”

“Fine,” Jill agreed sullenly. She would just have to make the most of this shitty situation, it wouldn’t be all that long until the trial.

“And if you hurt a hair on my head I won’t testify,” continued Larry stubbornly.

“I get it!” snapped Jill. She reminded herself that whatever happened she had to make sure that Larry testified at that trial, otherwise their two-year investigation would have been a complete waste of time and effort. Plus she hated losing. Jill was looking forward to wiping that smug expression off Antony Leatherbarrow’s face once and for all.

“Good,” said Larry. He once again reached out and placed his hand on Jill’s knee, this time rather gingerly. 

Jill resisted every instinct not to break his fingers for real this time, even though his touch made her flesh crawl.

“That’s so much better,” Larry told her, gently patting her knee. “See? Now was that so hard?”

“I guess not,” Jill relented with a sigh.

“Good, now we’re getting somewhere,” Larry announced, giving her knee one last squeeze and then letting go. “Let’s try hugging next.”

“No way!” protested Jill.

“You’re going to have to get used to this sooner or later,” Larry told her.

“I’d rather it was later.”

“Well maybe I won’t feel like testifying either,” Larry suggested archly.

“Okay, fine,” Jill turned slightly towards Larry and spread her arms as if inviting him to hug her. She still looked pretty stiff, and actually rather uninviting. 

Despite this Larry plunged in, leaning in towards her and putting his arms around her waist as hers came reluctantly around his neck. Jill tried to keep her distance, but Larry pulled her in close, her ample chest pressing against his.

“This is more like it,” Larry said, rubbing her back gently as he enjoyed the feel of her full breasts squashed against his chest. He was tempted to reach down and cop a feel of her ass, but wisely thought better of it.

Jill tired off the hug a lot sooner than Larry would have liked and pushed him away from her. “Okay we’re done. Now can I go?”

“Not just yet,” Larry refused her. “Now we need to try kissing.”

“You’ve got to be kidding!”

“How can we pose as married and never kiss?” Larry asked her.

Jill hesitated a moment, “Okay then.”

They awkwardly leaned in towards each other, Jill leaving her hands at her side, but Larry putting one hand on her hip and the other holding the back of her neck as he drew the reluctant brunette towards him. Their lips met and Larry pulled Jill’s body in against his again, eager to feel her breasts pressed to his chest. The accountant felt Jill start to pull away, but he held her tight, his tongue slipping out and forcing it’s way between her hesitant lips and into her mouth. Larry moaned as he kissed her hungrily now, Jill responding very stiffly, making it obvious she was loath to kiss him with such passion.

Making the most of the opportunity, Larry slid his hand up from Jill’s hip, cupping the side of Jill’s large tit through her sweater. Jill didn’t feel his grope at first, but as his hand moved to cover more of her ample breast and he started to squeeze she suddenly tore free, pushing him back on the couch.

“Get your hands off me you filthy little man!” Jill was furious.

“Come on honey-bunny,” Larry told her. “Remember to be a good wifey.”

“You copped a feel you asshole!” Jill swore.

“Remember the deal!” snapped Larry, as assertively as the slimy accountant could manage. “You’ve got to make me a happy husband or we’ll get caught out. Or worse yet I’ll refuse to testify.”

Jill frowned, “You mean I have to let you feel me up if you’re going to testify?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” Larry quickly told her. This was indeed his intention, but he sensed that if he pushed things at that moment he would luck out. “We just have to convince anyone we come across that we’re married. I’ll behave next time we kiss. I promise.”

Jill still glowered dubiously at him, “There might not be another kiss.”

Larry decided to let that pass and give her some time to cool off. “Why don’t we take a break?” he suggested. The accountant picked up the television remote and switched it on to the football game. “Get me a beer will you honey,” he said offhandedly as he started to watch the game.

Jill opened her mouth to snap back an angry retort but then stopped, it was better than letting him kiss her after all. The FBI Agent turned loving, obedient housewife stood up and went into the kitchen to get her slob of a husband his beer. The entire time her mind was racing with all the things she would do to Larry Matthews when this ghastly ordeal was over.

Jill placed Larry’s beer on the table in front of him and headed back into the kitchen. She ignored the pat on the butt that Larry gave her with gritted teeth.

***

Larry and Jill managed to avoid each other for the rest of the afternoon and evening, barely exchanging more than a few careful words.

“I think I’ll call it a night,” Jill said at around 10pm that night. Larry was still watching television. “I’ll bring you out some pillows and blankets.”

“No that’s okay,” Larry said with loud yawn. “I think I’ll come to bed now too.”

Jill’s face paled slightly as Larry stood up and the implication sunk in. “But there’s only one bed in there,” she told him.

“I know,” Larry said, smiling indulgently. “It’s a queen size, plenty room.”

“But.. I didn’t mean..” Jill stammered in a slight panic. None of her extensive FBI training had prepared her for posing as Larry Matthew’s wife.

“You didn’t expect me to sleep on the couch did you?” Larry asked her, grinning widely at her discomfort.

“But…”

“We’re married!” Larry insisted, he patted her lightly on the bottom and walked past her towards the bedroom.

“Fine!” Jill said after a moments stunned hesitation. “I’ll sleep on the couch then!”

“Oh no you won’t!” Larry said, turning back to her. “We’re married and we have to act like it,” with that he took her by the arm and started to lead her into their bedroom, almost dragging her.

Jill resisted the urge to judo flip Larry through the wall and reluctantly let him take her into their bedroom. She kept reminding herself that this was only a temporary inconvenience, she would be rid of Larry as soon as he testified at Leatherbarrow’s trial.

“Righto,” announced Larry as they reached the bedroom. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Huh?” Jill wasn’t sure what he was talking about, although she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Get your clothes off,” Larry told her as he started to unbutton his shirt. “Let’s see each other naked and get this over with. No point in getting all awkward and worked up about things.” Larry could hardly contain his excitement, Jill had what looked to be a killer body. He couldn’t wait to see more of it, especially those tits of hers which had felt firm and perky in his hand, despite their more than ample size.

A look of absolute disgust crossed Jill’s face and she started to speak an angry retort.

“Look, what exactly is the problem here?” Larry asked her. “We have to do this.”

“I know, it’s just..” Jill’s voice trailed off as she searched for an excuse.

“You married or something?” Larry asked, he had stopped getting undressed and stood there with his shirt hanging open, his slightly pudgy belly exposed.

Jill shook her head, biting her lower lip as if not trusting herself to speak.

“Boyfriend?” Larry probed curiously.

Jill sighed, “Girlfriend.”

Larry’s lips twitched and he almost laughed out loud, this was working out very well indeed. Not only was she a babe, she was also a dyke.

“No shit? You’re a lesbo!?” exclaimed Larry.

Jill nodded, her eyes downcast as if ashamed of her admission.

“So what, you’ve never been with a guy? Afraid of my penis or something?” Larry asked a little teasingly. He sat down on the edge of the bed as Jill stood awkwardly in front of him.

Jill didn’t seem to notice the taunting tone of his voice. “No, it’s not that,” she said. “I’ve slept with guys a few times, it’s just that I feel as though I’m betraying Toni.”

“Don’t feel that way,” Larry assured her. “Remember you’re just doing your job. Keep telling yourself that no matter what happens this is your job. I’m sure Toni will understand that.”


Very Close Protection



“Okay,” Jill replied, looking up to meet Larry’s gaze.

“So did the guys not rock your world?” Larry asked her.

“Not exactly,” Jill replied with obvious distaste.

Larry smiled to himself. “Okay babe enough chit-chat. Time to get naked!”

Their little chat hadn’t exactly made Jill feel any more comfortable about being around the short man, but he was right. She had a job to do. Steeling herself, Jill’s hands rose, shaking, to the top button of her sweater and she began to undo it as Larry sat on the bed watching her. Blushing furiously, Jill’s hands worked their way down the front of her sweater until it was completely unbuttoned. She then shrugged it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

Larry’s eyes widened as he got a good look at Jill’s chest. She wore a rather plain white bra that pushed her huge tits up and together forming an impressive cleavage. The bra was not exactly flattering and sexy, but its sheer size got Larry’s dick twitching.

“Nice rack!” Larry couldn’t help but blurt out. “What size are those puppies?” Larry saw Jill start to hesitate in answering so he quickly covered his excitement. “It’s something I would know if I was your husband.”

Jill swallowed. “Thirty nine double D.”

Larry whistled softly in admiration, staring at her expansive bosom. “Keep going,” he told her, nodded at her to continue getting undressed.

Jill reached behind her for the zipper of her long skirt, the motion causing her impressive chest to jut out ever further. She unzipped it and let it fall to her ankles so she was standing in front of Larry in only her bra and panties.

The horny accountant had been hoping for a g-string or something lacy, but Jill wore a pair of rather plain white cotton panties. They were cut in a bikini style, relatively high around the hips, which flattered her surprisingly long and sleek legs. Damn she’s gorgeous, Larry thought to himself. “Spin around,” Larry ordered. “Let me see the rest of you.”

Turning slowly, Jill let Larry scrutinize her body. Larry licked his lips excitedly as he she turned to show off her firm, nicely rounded ass. All in all she had a perfect body as far as Larry was concerned and he couldn’t believe how easy it had been to get her undressed.

Larry stood up and moved up behind Jill, she caught her breath in surprise as he stepped close. Her body stiffened as Larry placed his hands gently on her shoulders. “Just relax,” Larry said softly into her ear. His hands moved down to the catch at the back of her bra and Jill had to fight the urge to spin around and kick him in the nuts.

His cock hard as a rock with anticipation, Larry unhooked the catch of Jill’s bra and then pushed it off her shoulders, leaving her dressed in only her panties. Licking his lips, Larry put his hands back on Jill’s shoulders and turned her back around to face him. His gaze immediately dropped to her now bare breasts and it was his turn to gasp in surprise.

Jill’s tits looked even bigger now that they were released from her bra. The colossal melons of perfectly rounded boob swelled out from her chest, almost defying gravity. They had the slightest of sag to prove they were natural and not the product of any surgeon’s scalpel. Larry’s already rock hard cock stiffened even further as he gazed upon those mounds of perfection. The large round orbs were tipped by dark, mouthwateringly stiff nipples that were almost begging to be sucked on. Larry immediately decided that he would have given both his testicles for the chance to fuck Jill’s perfect tits. Of course, hopefully it would not cost him that much.

“My God,” Larry whispered softly, his hands rising with a mind of their own towards Jill’s chest. The wary FBI agent stiffened slightly as Larry’s cool hands cupped her ample breasts, her skin crawling at his touch although she did not push him away. Larry gave a groan of lust as he gave her immense hooters a squeeze, lifting them slightly as his fingers sunk in and feeling their impressive weight.

“These puppies are incredible!” breathed Larry as he started to knead and fondle Jill’s big breasts. The busty FBI agent winced a little as Larry got more and more excited and became rougher with his groping. He started to squeeze and maul Jill’s enormous jugs, the ample flesh more than filling his hands as he clutched at them. “I can’t believe a rack like this is wasted on a muff diver,” muttered Larry as he pinched Jill’s hard nipples between his fingers. He gave the tips of her breasts a twist and then shook her tits, his smile widening as he watched the abundant flesh quiver and jiggle across her chest.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Jill said as she decided he’d had enough fun. She reached up and pried his hands off her chest.

Larry took a moment to regain his composure. “Alright, now take off your panties,” he said when he finally managed to tear his eyes up from her chest.

Jill nodded and peeled her panties down without protest. She let them fall down her long legs to her ankles where she stepped out of them and stood completely naked in front of the slimy accountant.

“You’re beautiful,” Larry breathed, his voice barely a whisper as he gazed at her. Being a complete tit man he briefly gazed at her dark haired pussy, long legs and flat stomach before his hungry stare once again settled on her ample bosom.

“Thank you,” replied Jill with a blush, his compliment making her feel uneasy.

“My turn now I guess,” Larry said with a grin. He immediately shrugged off his already unbuttoned shirt and tossed it on the edge of the bed. He was very pale and slightly over weight, not exactly the outdoorsy sporty type, although when it came to men Jill didn’t have any type. Larry unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers. He wore a pair of very unflattering white y-fronts, slightly stained with a few holes in them and a small wet patch over his crotch. It was actually precum but to Jill it looked as though he’d wet himself.

Jill grimaced faintly as Larry tugged them down over his flabby thighs and his rock hard erection popped free. He was uncircumcised but his aroused state had caused the foreskin of his penis to peel back revealed the angry red head of his hard cock. The shaft was trembling slightly and the veins pulsed along its length. The head was smeared with precum, glistening in the light of the bedroom.

“Touch it,” Larry ordered the naked brunette.

Jill’s hand started to reach out towards the accountants trembling cock, almost of it’s own accord. It had been several years since she had even seen a man’s cock, let alone touch one. Although Larry Matthew’s manhood wasn’t exactly a prime example she couldn’t contain all of her curiosity. 

“No!” she exclaimed abruptly, snatching her hand back.

“Remember the deal,” Larry reminded her. “You’re my wife. And my wife touches my dick.”

Jill bit her lip, inwardly torn. As much as the idea of touching a man’s penis repulsed her, especially a man as repugnant as Larry Matthews, she was also burning with curiosity. What would it feel like? “I don’t know…” Jill murmured hesitantly.

“You have a job to do.”

Jill nodded in surrender and reached out towards Larry’s trembling hard-on, her hand shaking. She touched the head of his cock very gently with her fingertips and Larry let out a moan. Jill ran her fingers lightly around the head of Larry’s cock and then stroked down the veiny shaft. Larry gently put his hand over Jill’s and made her close her fingers around his cock, the hot organ filling her palm.

“I can feel it throbbing,” whispered Jill, her mouth going dry.

Larry nodded silently and started to move her fist up and down on his hard cock, once she was jacking him he let go and Jill continued to stroke him of her own accord. “That’s it,” he breathed softly as her soft hand moved up and down the length of his erection.

Jill’s other hand reached towards his groin with a mind of it’s own. She ran her palm up the inside of Larry’s thigh and cupped his dangling testicles as her other hand never paused in it’s strokes on his cock.

“Oh yeah baby, that’s it,” moaned Larry as Jill’s fingers toyed with his balls. “That’s a good wifey.” Larry started to walk slowly backwards as he spoke, pulling Jill with him by the hand on his cock. As he sat back on the edge of the bed, Jill apparently unwilling to let go of his cock was pulled to her knee’s in front of him, all the while her hand moving rapidly on his shaft.

Larry noticed Jill lick her lips as she worked his cock in her hand. He was intending to let her complete her handjob, but the sight of her pink tongue gave him a better idea. “Do you want to taste it?” he asked her, keeping his voice gentle.

“Yes...I mean no!” Jill snapped, suddenly recoiling and letting go of his cock, as if the reality of what she was doing was only just sinking in.

“Just suck on it for a little while,” Larry suggested.

“There’s no way in hell I’m putting that disgusting thing in my mouth!” Jill said adamantly.

Larry stood up in front of her, his cock now right in front of her face, mere inches away. Jill breathed in his odor and licked her lips once again.

“Open your mouth,” Larry said firmly.

Jill’s jaw clenched slightly, she had no intention of sucking him off. Larry reached out and placed one hand on the top of her head, holding her still as his other hand took hold of the base of his cock. Keeping her head in place he brushed the tip of his cock across Jill’s tightly sealed lips, smearing his precum across her mouth. Jill tried to lean away from him, but it was only a half hearted attempt and Larry’s held her still.

“Open your mouth,” Larry told her again as he rubbed the head of his cock across her cheek. “Just put it in for a little bit, I won’t be long.” 

Larry’s cock rubbed across her nose to her other cheek as Jill tried to shake her head in refusal.

“Open your mouth,” Larry repeated, stabbing his cock gently against her full lips. He felt them give way, gradually parting as he pushed the head of his cock slowly inside her mouth. “Oh yeah!” Larry let out a contented moan as his cock slide across her warm tongue and into her wet mouth.

Jill’s eyes went very wide as she accepted the accountant’s hard dick in her mouth. Although she’d slept with a handful of men in the past, this was the first time she had ever let one put their penis inside her mouth. She had expected the taste to be horribly revolting, but it was not that bad, a little salty but not entirely unpleasant.

“Oh yeah baby that’s it,” groaned Larry as he held her head with both hands now and started to slowly saw the end of his cock in and out of her mouth, being careful not too push it too deep and scare her off. “Suck it!” he gasped, savoring the feel of her warm mouth enveloping his cock.

Jill following his instruction and started to suck on the end of his cock, deciding that is what a good wife would do. As Larry slowly and gently began to fuck her mouth she brought her tongue into play, toying with the end of his cock and lapping around the head. Her many years of eating pussy had made Jill’s tongue very skilled and agile and her explorations of his cock were driving Larry wild.

His arousal growing, Larry began to thrust his cock a little deeper into Jill’s inviting mouth. The sight of the formerly tough FBI agent on her knee’s with her full lips wrapping around his hard cock turned him on even more. Jill looked as though she was about to gag as Larry’s cock surged deep into the back of her mouth so the horny accountant backed off a little.

“Just relax,” Larry whispered encouragingly as he resumed his thrusts. Jill’s hands slid up his bare thighs, one starting to toy with his testicles again as the other wrapped around the base of his shaft. Partially to touch his cock again and partially to stop him from thrusting too deep into her mouth.

Larry worked Jill’s beautiful mouth for a few more minutes before he pulled out, his cock close to bursting and glistening with Jill’s saliva. He crouched down slightly, letting his erection fall between Jill’s expansive tits. He took hold of the two ample melons, wrapping them together against his cock, forming a tight sheath. Larry’s hips started to pump as he gave Jill’s big hooters a quick fucking, the busty FBI agent still in a slight daze as she let Larry have his way with her body.

“Get on the bed,” Larry ordered her as he release her tits. As much as he wanted to cum on her tits or in her mouth he decided that could wait for later. He had another target tonight.

Jill stood up, wiping her chin with the back of her hand as she crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees.

“Perfect! Stop right there!” Larry told her, his cock trembling at the sight of the busty beauty on her hands and knees.

“What’s going on?” asked Jill, obviously confused and turned on. Larry licked his lips at the sight of her heavy breasts swaying beneath her.

Larry stepped up to the edge of the bed behind Jill, she was at the perfect height. He saw that her pussy was dripping wet, she was obviously extremely turned on, despite her insistence that she swung the other way. Larry briefly considered eating her out, but he decided that as a lesbian she probably got that all the time, he was going to give her something else.

Larry took hold of Jill’s hips, leaning in towards her shapely backside so that the tip of his trembling cock lightly brushed the lips of her cunt. Jill moaned slightly at the touch. “Are you ready for me?” he asked her, rubbing the end of his cock against her.

“Yes!” Jill replied her voice barely more than a whisper.

Larry gave a groan and pushed forward with his hips, his hard erection sliding into Jill’s cunt. The busty lesbian let out a moan of pleasure as she was suddenly filled with his cock.

Jill suddenly seemed to realize that she was letting a man put his dick inside her and she started to move forward, trying to pull off Larry’s cock. “Oh that’s good!” gasped Larry as he tightened his hold on Jill’s hips and drew her back against him. She was only half-heartedly trying to escape.

Taking things slowly at first, Larry started to stroke against Jill, his steel-like cock sliding neatly in and out of Jill’s cunt, their skin slapping together with each thrust. Larry reached underneath her, cupping and squeezing one of Jill’s ample tits, his fingers seizing it by the nipple and pinching roughly. Larry began to increase his pace now, thrusting deep as he soundly fucked her dog style. Jill was moaning with obvious pleasure, no longer caring that it was a man screwing her.

“Oh yeah!” grunted Larry, pounding her harder and harder, he knew he would not last much longer.

“Don’t cum in me,” gasped Jill, her voice a mixture of lust and fear. She obviously sensed from his more frantic moaning that he was close.

“I’m your husband,” Larry reminded her, not slowing down for an instant. “Where else do you expect me to cum?”

“Anywhere!” she moaned. “You just can’t be in me.”

Larry decided not to press the issue, he was close to cumming so pulled out of her. “Roll over!” he breathed as he took hold of his trembling erection, stroking it rapidly in his hand.

Jill spun over onto her back, lying on the bed as Larry squatted over her, his cock pointing at her face and leaving no doubts as to his intentions. His hand was a blur on his cock, rapidly stroking it, the tip hovering directly in front of Jill’s mouth. Jill’s eyes were wide in shock, like an animal that had wandered onto the highway and was caught in an oncoming trucks headlight.

“Oh yeah!” Larry let out a grunted exclamation of pleasure as his cock exploded. His cum shot from the tip of his penis, splattering over Jill’s face. The accountant groaned as he continued to stroke his cock, another spurt rocketing from his cock and splashing on Jill’s chin as he aimed it towards her closed mouth. Jill clamped her eyes and mouth tightly closed as Larry shot his load all over the disgusted FBI agents face.

“Oh fuck that was good!” Larry groaned as he squeezed out the last few drops of cum, letting them drip onto Jill’s neck. “I really needed that.” With that Larry climbed off Jill and collapsed on his back on their bed, breathing heavily and smiling smugly.


Without saying a word, Jill made a hurried dash for the bathroom and desperately washed Larry’s gross seed from her lovely face. After a solid ten minutes of washing and scrubbing Jill stormed back into the bedroom, ready to unleash her fury onto the asshole she was currently calling her husband. Much to her surprise Larry was fast asleep, snoring contentedly.

Jill opened her mouth to wake him with an angry shout, then thought better of it and closed her mouth. It was her that had asked him not to cum inside her, she reasoned, her rage subsiding. He was a man after all so she couldn’t really blame him for his lust. Jill frowned, confused by her own thoughts and emotions, then climbed silently into bed, half forgetting that she was still naked.

The busty FBI agent soon joined her phony husband in a deep slumber.

***

Jill was awoken the next morning to the sounds of Larry stirring in bed. At first she was a little disoriented, confused to find herself naked and in bed with the pudgy accountant.

Before Jill count get all her bearings she felt Larry reached over and grab the top of her head and start to push her downwards under the covers of the bed. Taken aback, Jill resisted him. “What are you doing?” she demanded as she tried to pull her head away from his grasp.

Larry who had a fistful of her hair pushed firmer downwards. “Time for my morning blowjob,” he told her, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Your what!?” she snapped, twisting her head free and looking up at him.

Larry sighed, “Be a good wife and suck my dick.”

“Look buster!” growled Jill. “I don’t know what makes you think I’d even consider doing such a thing, but if you even dare..”

“Fine!” snapped Larry. “If you’re not going to play your role I won’t do my part.”

Jill, who had started to climb out of bed, froze at that remark. “You mean..” she started to say.

“That’s right, be an obedient wife or I won’t help the FBI anymore,” Larry threatened her.

Jill’s gaze darkened a moment, then she relented. “Very well,” she replied, tight lipped as she got back into bed.

“That’s better,” Larry murmured softly as he reached up and pushed her head under the blankets again.

At Larry’s urging Jill’s mouth went to the overweight accountants cock, her tongue coming up to lick around the head of the flaccid organ, she could taste their combined juices from the previous night, not the most appealing breakfast.

“Ah, that’s good,” moaned Larry as Jill engulfed his soft penis in her warm mouth and started to suckle on it. The blood flowing into the shaft and quickly hardening it as her tongue toyed with him and her mouth filled with warm saliva, bathing him in heat. “I expect you to be a good wife and wake me up like this every morning from now on,” Larry instructed her as he stroked the top of her head. Jill began to bob her head up and down on his shaft as it stiffened over her tongue.

Jill moaned slightly as Larry’s cock reached full stiffness. Her ovalled lips slid up and down the hard length as she sucked forcefully, hoping to get the lecherous prick off as quickly as possible. Fortunately the unpleasant taste of last night’s session had gone, replaced by Jill’s own saliva and fresh precum from Larry’s cock.

Of her own accord, Jill pulled her mouth up off Larry’s cock and started to use her talented tongue to toy with his heavy testicles, nuzzling the base of his shaft with her nose as she did so. “That’s it baby,” groaned Larry as her dexterous tongue, probably from all her pussy eating Larry decided, toying delightfully with his balls and swirled around the base of his shaft. Jill then slowly licked her way back up the underside of Larry’s hard cock and once again engulfed the head of him between her warm lips.




Very Close Protection



With a mumbled grunt, Larry reached down and grabbed the top of Jill’s head in both hands and pushed her down on his cock. Jill gagged slightly as Larry thrust his cock right into the back of her throat, pulling her face right down against his groin, her nose buried in his pubic hair. After a moment’s pause, savoring the feeling of her hot mouth, Larry released her head and Jill backed off till just the tip of him was in her mouth. As she caught her breath she lightly tongued the sensitive underside of his cock-head.

Jill moved her hand up to the base of Larry’s shaft and began to stroke his cock in her soft hand as she sucked on the end of him. Her hand moving faster and faster until she was pretty much jerking him off into her mouth, her licking tongue adding to the sensations.

“Yes!” gasped Larry, her hand and mouth coming close to getting him off. “Just like that. Suck it honey-bunny!” Larry suddenly let out a loud groan, his hips hunching up off the bed as the tip of his cock started to twitch and spurt inside Jill’s mouth. The busty FBI agent felt his cum pulsing up the length of his shaft and bursting over her tongue. She immediately started to suck and swallow, trying not to spill any of his load.

Larry groaned and gasped as he blew his load into the lovely brunette’s mouth. Just like an obedient wife she drank all of his cum, sucking till his penis was empty before she finally released him and emerged above the blankets once again.

“That was great Jill,” Larry complemented her. “You’re quite the little cocksucker aren’t you?” he said as he admired her naked body as she climbed out of bed and started to get dressed. She had a great ass.

Larry went back to sleep for a couple of hours more and finally roused himself just before midday. He was pleasantly surprised to find Jill had lunch ready for him, which he ate enthusiastically. Straight after lunch Larry plonked himself on the couch in front of the television and watched the football games that filled the afternoon’s television timetable. About mid-afternoon he got a little bored and had Jill suck him off again while he watched the second game. With Jill on her knees in front of him the football was a whole lot more exciting. When his favourite team scored their first touchdown, Larry blew his load into Jill’s sucking mouth and then let her carry on about her business.

***

Early that evening, while Jill was busy cooking dinner for her ‘loving husband’ her mobile phone rang.

“Morgan here,” she snapped irritably into the phone. The thought of another night in bed with Larry had her on edge.

“Don’t you mean Mrs Matthews?” joked the voice of her partner John Hanson.

“Don’t even start with me,” she warned him, her voice dangerous.

“Sorry,” he apologized with a laugh.

“What’s up?” she asked him through gritted teeth.

“You’ve got company, a car’s heading up the drive right now, it’s a beamer, two passengers,” Hanson told her.

“Trouble?” she asked.

“Not sure yet,” her partner replied. “Just keep in character for now, we’ll see what this is about.”

“Okay,” Jill replied. “Just be ready.”

“Roger that,” Hanson replied, hanging up just as the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it honey,” Jill called out to Larry. Jill opened the door, half expecting to see a hitman, come to finish off Leatherbarrow’s accountant, so she was rather surprised to see a well dressed couple standing on the doorstep.

“Max! Rebecca! Glad you could make it!” came Larry’s voice from over Jill’s shoulder as she stood in surprise at the door, staring at the newly arrived couple. “Come on in,” Larry ushered the couple inside, leading them towards the lounge.

Jill followed, her jaw clenched angrily, what the hell was Larry playing at. This was supposed to be a top-secret hideout, the slimy accountant was supposed to be posing in a new identity, and he’d invited some old friends around for drinks!?

“Wine?” Larry offered his friends.

“Please,” Max agreed immediately. Max looked a few years older than Larry, his graying hair giving him a rather distinguished appearance. Unlike Larry however, Max obviously kept in shape, his body appeared trim and he sported a deep tan.

“Rebecca?” Larry turned to Max’s wife.

“Yes, please,” she replied. Rebecca appeared to be much younger than Max, probably around the same age as Jill. Rebecca had long blonde hair and a lushly curved body. She wore a tight fitting red cocktail dress that showed plenty of leg and cleavage. To Jill she looked like the stereotypical trophy wife of the obviously wealthy Max.

“Would you do the honors please Jill,” said Larry.

Jill had a dangerous glint in her eye as she replied, “Why don’t you come into the kitchen and give me a hand honey?”

“Okay,” Larry agreed, following his ‘wife’ into the kitchen.

“Who the hell are these people and what are they doing here?” demanded Jill angrily as soon as they were alone.

“Max is an old friend of mine,” Larry said with a shrug as he grabbed a wine bottle from the fridge.

“And you were bored and thought you’d just catch up on old times or something like that?” Jill said through clenched teeth.

“Something like that,” Larry smiled in reply.

“Look you asshole!” snapped Jill, absolutely furious. “You’re supposed to be assuming a new identity, if your ‘friend’ has told anyone then one of Leatherbarrow’s goons could be coming up the driveway as we speak!”

“Just relax,” Larry waved off Jill’s concerns. “We can trust Max. Like I said he’s an old friend.”

At this point Jill was ready to scream. “Fine! But when Leatherbarrow has a gun pointed at your head, don’t expect me to save your sorry ass!”

Larry chuckled as he poured four glasses of wine. “Don’t be so dramatic honey.”

Jill glared at the accountant. “What have you told them about me?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve stuck with our cover. They think you’re my new wife,” Larry said.

“Except they know who you really are.”

“Yeah, something like that,” Larry agreed. “Just relax and enjoy yourself.” With that he lifted up the tray with the four glasses of wine and headed back to the lounge where Max and Rebecca were waiting. As Larry placed the tray down on the coffee table he glanced over at Rebecca, taking in the view of her deep cleavage. The lovely blonde noticed his straying eyes and rolled her eyes in distaste.

The four of them sat around and worked their way through a couple of bottles of wine, chatting about old times. From what Jill could gather, Larry and Max had previously been partners in a small accounting firm just after they had finished college. Max had gone on to be a rather successful accountant in a major firm while Larry had ended up doing accounts for a number of rather shady characters leading eventually to his most recent client, Antony Leatherbarrow. Jill also noticed Larry shooting a number of leering glances in Rebecca’s direction. The voluptuous blonde appears to have the same opinion of Larry that Jill did. He was a complete slimebag.

“How about we have a game?” Max said to everyone as Larry brought out a third bottle of wine. “Get to know each other a little better.”

Jill frowned in confusion at what he was referring to. Rebecca seemed rather surprised at the suggestion as well. “A game with Larry?” she asked her husband.

Max smiled, directing his gaze in Jill’s direction. The busty FBI agent sudden felt strangely uncomfortable. “I’m sure we’d both like to get to know a little more about Larry’s lovely new wife.”

“Fine then,” agreed Rebecca, for some reason she didn’t seem too pleased by the idea.

“That’s a fantastic idea!” Larry on the other hand looked thrilled with Max’s suggestion.

“What sort of game?” Jill asked.

“It’s a very special game,” Max replied cryptically. “Do you have a pack of cards Larry?”

“I think there’s one around here somewhere,” Larry replied. He handed the bottle of wine he’d just got to Jill. “Honey, why don’t you pour the wine while I go grab the cards.”

Jill had an apprehensive expression as she poured everyone a glass of wine. She was feeling a little light headed herself from the alcohol, even though she’d been careful to limit her consumption and had drunk far less than the other three.

Once Larry had returned with the cards and they’d all taken their seats Max explained the rules of his special card game. “It’s called Risqué,” he began. “We each take a turn at drawing a card. If you get an ace you’re off the hook and skip your turn. If you draw a 2,3 or 4 then you have to take a drink. If you draw a 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 or 10 then you lose an item of clothing, kind of like strip poker. If it’s red then your partner removes it, if it’s black then the other person of the opposite sex takes it off. So if Rebecca drew a black 6 for example, then Larry would remove her item of clothing.”

Jill was wide eyed and rather shocked at what Max was proposing. Rebecca looked rather bored as if she had done this numerous times before. Larry was leaning forward excitedly, “what about the royal cards?” the balding accountant asked his friend.

“They’re the special dares,” Max said. “A jack means a kiss, a queen means groping the upper body and a king means groping the lower body. Once red and black determines who has the honors. Royals are thirty second dares.” 

“So how do you decide who wins?” Larry asked.

“The last person to lose all their clothes,” Max replied.

“Can I talk to you in private a moment?” Jill hissed at Larry.

“Sure honey,” he replied. “We’ll be right back, shuffle the cards,” Larry added to Max as he followed Jill into the kitchen once again.

“You don’t really expect me to play strip poker with your friends?” Jill snapped at Larry as soon as they left the lounge.

“Come on baby, it’ll be fun,” urged Larry, glancing back out the door towards where Rebecca sat, her long legs crossed. He couldn’t wait till she drew a black queen and he could get his hands on those tits of hers. Larry had lusted after Rebecca since she and Max had got married. And despite the fact Max frequently played Risqué with her, Larry had never been invited to join. For some reason the pretty blonde hated the slimy accountant’s guts. Plus there was also the fact that Larry previously had never had a partner to bring along to a game with him, especially one as attractive as Jill.

“Absolutely out of the question,” Jill replied firmly. “You putting your grubby hands on me is one thing, but I’m not going to be shared around your friends as well.” Although Jill had to admit that Max was a lot gentler on the eye than Larry.

Larry started to reply. “And don’t think you can pull that ‘good wifey’ shit on me either!” she cut in before he could protest.

“Listen,” snapped Larry, “you still need my testimony against Leatherbarrow.”

Jill’s eyes narrowed, “I’m sick of your blackmail. I don’t care if you testify any more or not!”

“I’ll tell your partner Hanson about us,” threatened Larry, trying a different tactic.

Jill paled slightly at this new threat, she hadn’t expected Larry to think of that. “What do you mean, ‘us’?”

“I’m sure Johnny Boy would be surprised to find out what we got up to last night,” Larry said, seeing the fear on Jill’s face.

“You wouldn’t…”

“And this morning…and this afternoon…” continued the accountant.

Jill glared angrily at Larry, he had nothing to lose in telling Hanson and she could try and deny it… “Okay fine!” Jill said at last. “I’ll play your game, but I won’t forget this!”

Larry smiled, rubbing his hands eagerly. “Excellent! What are we waiting for?”

With that they returned to the lounge, Rebecca was looking a little pissed off as well, almost as if she and Max had just had a similar conversation whilst they were out of the room.

“So who’s first?” asked Larry as he sat down.

“You’re the host,” replied Max. “Why don’t you start the ball rolling?”

“Righto,” agreed Larry, he turned over the top card, revealing a seven of diamonds. Larry looked up at Max.

“Lose some clothing,” Max explained. “Jill you do the honors.”

“My shoes,” said Larry, holding up one foot towards the pretty brunette undercover agent. Jill wrinkled her nose slightly as Larry rested his foot on her knee. She untied his laces and pulled off one shoe then the other.

“Done,” said Larry once she had removed both shoes.

“And the socks,” added Max. “Shoes and socks only count as one item.”

“Are you sure you’re not making up the rules?” Larry jokes as she held his feet out towards Jill. She yanked off his socks and tossed them away, carefully using her fingertips to avoid touching the potentially smelly garments too much.

Jill was next. She tentatively reached out and turned the next card. “Two of clubs,” she said, trying to remember what that meant.

“Drink!” said Larry and Max together.

Jill quietly breathed a sigh of relief as she took a long swallow from her wine glass. At least there was no stripping or groping involved.

“My turn now I guess,” said Max, picking up the next card in the pack.

“Ooo!” said Larry, Max’s card was a royal. A king of hearts.

“Red king,” Max said with a grin as he stood up. “Lower body grope honey,” he said to Rebecca, swaying his hips playfully in her direction.

Rebecca immediately ran her hands up the sides of her husband’s thighs, her long red nails looked particularly sexy against his black slacks. As she reached his hips her fingers curled around behind him and cupped and squeeze his rather tight looking ass, giving a teasing moan of appreciation. Rebecca then went for gold, running a palm up the inside of Max’s thigh, rubbing her way right up to his crotch, which she cupped and squeezed. Max gasped in mock surprise at as his lovely wife started to grope at his crotch through his pants.

Jill licked her lips uneasily as she watched Rebecca’s manicured fingers trace the outline of her husbands cock through his pants. She couldn’t help but wonder how the distinguished looking man’s penis compared to Larry’s. It certainly seemed to fill his pants out nicely.

“Time’s up!” announced Larry after a few more seconds of groping. “Your turn now Rebecca,” he said eagerly, willing a black queen to appear. 

Rebecca gave Max’s package a loving pat goodbye before reaching for the top card on the deck. He stomach sank slightly as she revealed a black card. Larry would be involved.

“Nine of clubs,” said Max. “Strip time honey, and you get to do the removing Larry.”

Larry was already on his feet. “Do I get to pick which item?” he asked excitedly.

“Shoes first,” Rebecca said quite firmly, crossing her long legs and waving a red high-heeled shoe in Larry’s direction.

“Yes ma’am,” Larry said, kneeling down at her feet. The stout accountant cupped a hand on the offered heel, briefly running his other palm up the rear side of her stocking-clad calf before gently pulling off her shoe. Rebecca crossed her legs with the other one on top, Larry trying, and failing to get a ‘Basic Instinct’ style flash of her crotch as she swapped her legs over. He slipped off her other shoe.

“Your turn now,” Max said to Larry.

“Not yet,” Larry replied, waving his finger at Max. “Stockings are like socks so they have to go as well,” he said, running one hand over the coarse material of the stocking covered foot he still held.

“Fair call,” Max agreed.

Larry licked his lips and ran his hands up Rebecca’s sleek leg as the gorgeous blonde squirmed a little in her seat. Larry’s hands moved up past her knee and up along either side of her firm thigh. He reached the top of her stockings near her upper thigh, his cool fingers brushing over her creamy bare skin and sending a shiver down her spine. Larry hooked his fingertips into the band of her stocking.

“Wait, you’ll need to unclip my garters,” Rebecca told the eager accountant.

“Nice,” murmured Larry, mentally picturing the gorgeous blonde in a garter belt and nothing else. He unfastened the garters from her stocking, the knuckles on one hand purposely brushing her panty-clad crotch. Then he peeled off the stockings, making sure to run his hands down the length of her now bare thigh.

Larry then moved on to Rebecca’s other stocking, repeating the processing and getting in plenty of gropes of her long, smooth legs.

“My turn now,” Larry said at last as he returned to his seat, his crotch showing clear evidence of his arousal. Larry drew a nine of spades. “Looks like you’re going to take the shirt right off my back,” he said to Rebecca, holding his hands up in surrender.

Rebecca gave him a nod and stood up, bending over in front of him to start unbuttoning his shirt when she saw he wasn’t going to get up for her. Larry smiled as she undid his shirt, her posture gave him the ideal view down the neckline of her dress as she bent forward. Her full breasts seemed to strain against her dress, looking as though they were about to tumble free at any moment. As Rebecca reached tugged his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned the lowest couple of buttons, Larry got a glimpse of her lacy black bra.

“There we go,” Rebecca said at last, pushing Larry’s shirt off his shoulders.

Everyone turned to Jill and she turned the next card. A six of clubs, time for her to lose some clothing. Jill’s eyes went wide as she suddenly realized she was not wearing any shoes. She’d kicked them off earlier that day when Larry had made her service him during the football and she hadn’t bothered to put them back on. That meant that the pale blue summer dress she was wearing was coming off. And she only had her bra and panties on beneath!

Jill glanced over at Larry and saw that the asshole was grinning smugly at her. “No shoes honey?” he remarked. “Max, guess you’ll have to take off her dress.”

“With pleasure,” Max was smiling broadly as he took Jill by the hand and drew her up to her feet. The older man moved around behind her, reaching up and unzipping the back of her dress. Jill trembled slightly as she felt the zipper reach it’s base at the top of her bum. Max then reached back up and pushed the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

Both Larry and Rebecca murmured at the impressive view they got from the front as Jill’s dress tumbled to the floor. She was wearing similar underwear to yesterday, a rather plain looking white bra and panties, but the plainness of underwear did not hide the spectacular beauty of her body. Her massive 39DD’s overflowed her minimizing bra, revealing a deep cleavage and plenty of the swelling tops of the ample melons. Max took a long look at Jill’s flat stomach and long, trim legs as he went back to his seat, and the view of her perfect rack made him need to adjust the crotch of his pants. As well endowed as Max’s wife was, her full, perky C cups didn’t hold a candle to Jill’s immense knockers.

Jill hurriedly sat back down, folding her arms over her chest in an attempt to hide. She was painfully aware of everyone’s eyes on her.

“My turn,” said Max at last. “I’m the only one still fully dressed,” he added smugly as she drew the next card. “And it seems to be my lucky day!” he announced with a grin as he revealed the ace of hearts, meaning there would be no dares for him this round. “On to you now honey,” he said to his wife.

Rebecca got the jack of spades. She would be sharing a kiss with Larry much to her annoyance. Larry on the other hand was on his feet in seconds, licking his lips in appreciation. “Plant one on me baby,” he cheerfully said to the barefoot woman as she stood up. Rebecca sighed as she got up, but nevertheless she moved in front of Larry. Rebecca was a tall, statuesque beauty who was close to six inches taller than the short, stocky accountant. As she went to kiss Larry she had to bend down.

The overeager accountant seized Rebecca around the hips and pulled her lush body hard against him as she softly pressed her lips to his. Her full bosom squashed against his chest as his hungry tongue pushed apart her closed lips and plunged into her mouth. Rebecca gave a startled moan as Larry lustfully kissed her, she could clearly feel the hardness of his cock as it rubbed against her thigh.




Very Close Protection



If Max objected to Larry manhandling his pretty wife he certainly didn’t say anything about it. In fact, as Rebecca and Larry passionately kissed, Max’s eyes continuously flicked over to where Jill sat in her bra and panties, arms still awkwardly crossed in front of her.

As the thirty seconds wound up, Larry dropped one hand to Rebecca’s ass, giving her nicely toned buttock a firm squeeze as they broke off their kiss. “You’re wife is a great kisser,” Larry told his friend as he returned to his seat for his own turn. Rebecca didn’t return the complement.

Larry’s card was a three of diamonds, meaning he took a big gulp of his wine and play moved straight onto Larry’s fake wife Jill. Jill drew a queen of clubs. She knew a royal was bad but couldn’t quite remember what the queen meant.

“Titty squeeze! Max you lucky bastard.” whooped Larry as Jill’s eyes went wide in surprise.

“Looks like I’m already at second base,” Max said to Jill with a smile as he moved around behind her seat, resting a hand on her shoulder to indicate that she should remain sitting down for this. Max had been looking forward to this since the moment he’d laid eyes on Larry’s new wife. 

Leaning over the back of her chair he slid his hands down from her shoulders as the thirty-second timer started. Max ran his fingers down along the straps of Jill’s bra till he reached the cups that covered her ample double D’s. As his hands slid down over Jill’s big tits his finger splayed outwards, his hands covering as large a surface as he could before he gave the big mounds a squeeze, his fingers sinking into the material of her bra as he compressed her boobs in his palms. “Oh wow these are nice Jill!” he murmured as he gave them a squeeze, his eager hands beginning to knead the firm flesh through her the cotton material of her plain white bra. 

Max kneaded and groped at Jill’s big tits, pushing the large orbs inwards against each other, the ample flesh jutting upwards into a deep cleavage as her tits squashed together between his hands. He ran his fingers over her nipples, but the material of her brassiere was took thick to get a good feel of them so he returned to fill his palms with her hooters, squeezing and mauling to his hearts content.

“Time’s up,” said Rebecca, who had been keeping a close eye on the timer. “Enjoy that honey?” she remarked to Max, a touch of jealousy in her tone.

Max ignored his wife’s comment, instead reaching for a card of his own. He got the six of hearts, and Rebecca took off his shoes and socks. Rebecca’s card followed, the ten of diamonds. The tall blonde stood up and allowed her husband to take off her dress.

“Oh wow!” groaned Larry in approval as Max unveiled his lovely wife’s lingerie clad body. Like Jill, Rebecca was in perfect shape, with curves in all the right places. Her underwear was a spectacular pair of matching black lace panties and bra, along with a black garter belt from which Larry had unhooked her stockings earlier. Rebecca’s tits were an ample C cup, not as big as Jill’s, but perfectly rounded and high up her chest. Larry couldn’t help but wonder if they were real or artificial. Hopefully he would get a chance to handle them later on and decide for sure, the queen of spades was his last chance at that seeing has Max had already drawn the club.

“Your turn honey,” Jill said to Larry, for some reason she was a little irked at the way he was staring at Rebecca as she sat back down in her underwear. Rebecca obviously decided that her unclipped garter belt wasn’t doing her much good, because she took it off and added to the growing pile of clothes in the corner of the lounge.

Larry drew the five of clubs, Rebecca was to take off his pants this time and would leave him with only one piece of clothing left. Rebecca squatted down in front of Larry as he stood up, it was quite a turn on for Larry to look down at the beautiful lingerie clad blonde. She reached up and unbuckled his belt, tugging down his pants and revealing an unflattering pair of white y-fronts. As Rebecca leant down to help him step out of his trouser-legs, Larry dropped a hand onto the back of her head and at the same time did a pelvic thrust, pushing the bulge of his crotch into Rebecca’s surprised face. 

Rebecca gave a yelp of astonishment and stumbled back as Max and Larry laughed at her misfortune. The busty blonde muttered under her breath as she returned to her seat.

Jill drew the three of spades next, much to her relief. Left in only her underwear she was pleased to get a drink card rather than another stripping card. Although the wine was definitely making her feel quite light headed. Max got the four of hearts and joined Jill in her drink, and then Rebecca drew a royal. The king of diamonds, meaning her husband would get to repay her for the earlier lower body grope.

Larry watched rather jealously as Max had a chance to knead and squeeze his wife’s ultra-firm ass through her sexy black panties, Larry very much wished he could swap places with his old friend. Max gave her ass a thorough going over and then gave her panty-clad mound a rub before the time limit ran up. Once they were done Larry turned over the next card in the pack, an eight of diamonds. Larry was about to lose his last piece of clothing as well as losing the game.

“Bad luck buddy!” Max laughed.

Larry smiled good-naturedly and stood up, stepping in front of Jill who would be the one removing the last of his clothing. With Larry standing in front of where she sat, Jill’s eye level was directly in line with Larry’s crotch, his penis in an obvious state of erection. Jill reached for the band of his underwear and with some reluctance tugged them off, his familiar hard cock springing out, inches from her face. Jill’s stomach fluttered at the sight of his cock, she couldn’t believe she had been so intimate with this horrible little crook. Fortunately Larry didn’t pull the pelvic thrust stunt on her, letting her pull his underwear down unmolested.

Jill let out an audible sigh of relief as she drew the ace of diamond next, a free turn. Max was up next and got the ten of clubs, meaning Jill would be removing his shirt. They both stood up for this, Jill unable to help herself from stroking her hands across Max’s strong, lightly haired chest as she pushed off his shirt.

Larry finally hit the jackpot with Rebecca’s next card, a six of spades. He would be removing her bra and displaying the first pair of naked breasts of the evening. He almost ran over to Rebecca, hurriedly reaching behind her back for the clasp of her bra, but not finding anything.

“It clasps in the front,” Rebecca said with a sigh as Larry fumbled uselessly at the back of her bra.

“Oh, right,” Larry blushed a little as he moved back around the front of her, reaching up with both his hands towards Rebecca’s large, bra-covered tits. His hands got nowhere near the clasp in the middle of her cleavage, instead he greedily cupped and squeezed Rebecca’s tits, letting the firm, and round melons fill his palms as he started to knead the lovely globes.

“Want me to do it for you?” Rebecca snapped impatiently, wincing slightly at his crude groping.

“Sorry, just looking for the catch,” Larry lamely covered as he released her boobs and reached for the clasp in between her breasts. The naked accountant unhooked the catch and pushed her bra off her tits, rubbing his palms eagerly over the now bare melons as he pushed away the piece of lingerie. Unable to help himself, Larry rubbed his thumbs across Rebecca’s exposed nipples and gave the large globes a squeeze before she pulled away and slipped the rest of the bra off by herself. Larry’s uncovered cock was bobbing between them as he moved back to his chair.

He was up next, and turned over a card, getting the six of diamonds. This would normally be another strip card, but because he was already naked Max instructed him to take another drink. Jill’s turn revealed the ten of hearts, she was about to join Rebecca in toplessness. 

“My lucky day,” grinned Larry, he was to remove Jill’s bra as well. Jill’s simpler bra hooked at the back, but Larry’s hands were no less busy as he detached it, his hands sliding around as he unclipped it and giving Jill’s heavy tits a thorough groping as he pushed away the lingerie. The whole time he was also rubbing his hard cock against her lower back, leaving a small trail of slimy precum. 

Max drew the jack of clubs and was rewarded with a kiss from Jill. The older accountant eagerly pulled the topless brunette against him as their lips met, her hard nipples pressing into his own bare chest. Jill moaned softly as Max’s tongue gently slipped into her mouth, he was a lot less rough than Larry and she actually enjoyed the kiss. Max’s hands also remained above her waist, although she did feel a rather solid bulge pressed against her.

The game moving quite rapidly, Rebecca drew her next card. “Nine of spades,” she announced, time for her to lose the last of her clothing as well. Rebecca turned her back towards where Larry and Jill sat, moving in front of Max who reached up, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties and peeling them down over her curvy hips.

Both Larry and Jill’s eyes were fixed to Rebecca’s perfectly rounded ass as it was uncovered, her buttocks looked firm and well toned, the flesh flawlessly smooth. Rebecca kicked her underwear away as it reached her ankles and then stepped back to her seat, Larry and Jill only get a very brief flash of her shaven pubic mound.

“Just you and me left,” Max said to Jill with a grin. Jill was down to just her panties while Max still had both his trousers and underwear to go.

Larry turned the next card, the ace of clubs, a free turn. Jill was shaking slightly as she drew, getting the two of diamonds. A drink. Once Jill had swallowed the last of her wine and let Larry refill the glass Rebecca picked up a card. “Queen!” she said.

Larry’s heart raced. “Please say spades,” he said aloud, although he had already had a nice turn with Rebecca’s tits he definitely wanted more.

“Sorry, it’s hearts,” Rebecca said, flashing Larry a smug look. Max would be the one feeling up her bare breasts. Her husband grinned at this, turning in his seat towards his wife and reaching out with both hands, cupping her full, firm tits. Rebecca gasped as Max started to squeeze and knead her big tits, rubbing his hands all over their surface. He then started to jiggle Rebecca’s big tits, both Larry and Jill locking their gaze onto the mind-boggling sight of Rebecca’s bouncing boobies.

After Max’s thirty seconds were up it was back to Larry who drew a jack of hearts.

“Aw, that’s sweet, let’s see you two lovebirds kiss,” said Rebecca with subtle sarcasm, Larry had been drooling over her all night and hardly paying any attention to his new wife.

Larry took the topless FBI agent in his arms and planted a hungry kiss on her lips, his tongue driving lustfully into her mouth. The game had got Larry quite worked up and his bare erection jutted into Jill’s flat stomach as he kissed her greedily. Larry moaned into the attractive brunette’s mouth, pulling her tighter into him and enjoying the sensation of her huge breasts squashed up against his chest.

When they finally broke off breathlessly, Jill sat back down, reaching for her next card and getting the seven of clubs. Max whooped happily at this, Jill was not sure if he was excited about winning the game or getting to remove her panties.

“Well done Max,” Larry congratulated his friend.

“We’re all done?” Jill asked.

“Almost,” Max smiled as he pulled Jill to her feet, determined to strip off the last of her clothing before the game officially ended. He dropped to one knee in front of Jill, leaning in to plant a soft, tender kiss on her bare hip before he reached up and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Max then slowly peeled the last of her clothing down, revealing her dark haired pussy. “Beautiful,” he breathed softly as he helped the now naked brunette step out of her panties.

“Congratulations honey,” Rebecca said with a somewhat forced smile.

“So what now?” Larry asked eagerly. “What’s your prize?”

“Well, the winner of Risqué get to pick his prize,” Max replied cryptically. He then turned towards where Jill had just sat back down. “And I choose Jill.”

Both Jill and Rebecca seemed to stiffen slightly. “Can I speak to you in private a moment honey,” Rebecca said dangerously to her husband.

“Of course darling,” Max said, heading off towards the kitchen.

Larry watched Rebecca’s beautiful, bare ass sway as the couple headed off to speak privately. 

“You’re not going to make me go through with this are you?” Jill asked the man she and the FBI were supposedly protecting.

Larry distractedly tore his gaze away from where he was getting a great view of Rebecca standing naked in the kitchen in all her glory. “Are you kidding? I’ve been trying to get my hands on that hot blonde bitch for years,” Larry replied, the hard cock between his legs twitching slightly. “Max and Rebecca are swingers but because I’ve never been married or had a hot girlfriend I’ve never had the chance to indulge in Rebecca’s fantastic goodies. I’m not about to let the opportunity slip away, I might never get another chance at that ass,” he added, looking back towards Rebecca’s beautifully rounded posterior.

Jill sighed and slumped back in her chair in defeat.

Larry was busy watching Max and Rebecca in the kitchen, they seemed to be having a rather heated conversation, and Rebecca didn’t look too happy. Larry was pretty sure it wasn’t so much that Max was intending to sleep with another woman, but rather that she’d be obliged to entertain Larry whilst Max had his way with Jill.

Jill drank most of the wine from the glass in front of her to try and settle her nerves, and moments later Max and Rebecca returned.

Max, still wearing his pants, the only person in the room who wasn’t naked, took Jill by the hand and led her off towards the bedroom, leaving Larry and Rebecca alone.

“So…” Rebecca sighed after a moment of awkward silence.

That seemed to snap Larry out of the daze he had gone into when Max and Jill had left him alone in the lounge with the lovely blonde.

“I’m pleased we finally got around to getting together,” Larry started to say, trying to suppress the urge to pounce on Rebecca.

Rebecca rolled her eyes impatiently. “Look, we both know I hate your guts, but apparently Max cares more about getting his hands on that big titted whore you call a wife than he does about my feelings. So yes, I’ll let you fuck me. But only because Max has promised me a new Mercedes.”

Larry was a little taken aback by her bluntness, but the words ‘I’ll let you fuck me’ echoed in his head. “You know, you can be a real bitch sometimes Rebecca,” he told her.

“Let’s just get this over and done with,” she replied in irritation.

“Fine by me,” Larry said, standing up. In truth is didn’t actually like this woman, he’d just lusted after her for years, since she and Max had first got married. The fact that she and Max had swung with so many people but not Larry just made him even more frustrated and made his desire to have her even stronger. But she was still a conceited bitch so if she didn’t want any chitchat then that was fine by him.

Larry stood directly in front of the still seated woman, taking hold of his erect cock in one hand and pointing it directly at Rebecca’s face. “How about you warm me up a little?” Larry suggested, moving a little closer, the tip of his penis only an inch or two away from Rebecca’s lips.

Rebecca sneered slightly as she looked down at his rock hard cock. “You don’t look like you need much warming up to me.”

“Just suck it!” snapped Larry in exasperation.

“Yes, sir,” Rebecca sarcastically replied, she leant forward, closing the gap and parting her lips, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Larry let out a long, deep groan of satisfaction as Rebecca sucked his hard cock into her mouth. The game of Risqué had got him extremely turned on and it felt incredibly good to have his cock bathed in the wetness of Rebecca’s sucking mouth.

Larry looked down as Rebecca moved her mouth further down on his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she started to suck forcefully on the hard, fleshy rod. Larry had dreamt of this sight many times and his cock trembled as he finally got to see it for real. His cock in Max’s wife’s mouth. 

“Oh yeah, suck it you bitch!” groaned Larry as Rebecca started to bob her head over his cock, the lounge filling with the slurping sounds of her spectacular blowjob. Larry dropped a hand down and started to play with one of Rebecca’s big tits as she blew him. Rebecca was taking long, deep sucks now, sliding her lips right down the full length of Larry’s shaft, before retreating all the way back to the tip. Her tongue was also doing wondrous things inside her mouth as she sucked him. As much as he’d enjoyed Jill’s inexperienced blowjobs recently, it was great to be sucked by an expert.

“Can you deepthroat?” Larry asked as he tugged on Rebecca’s hard nipple.

“Mmm hmmpf!” Rebecca nodded slightly around Larry’s cock.

Larry grinned eagerly, releasing Rebecca’s breast and moving both hands to the top of her head, grabbing a handful of her soft blonde hair. The balding accountant now took over the pace of Rebecca’s sucks, pulling her head down towards his crotch as he thrust with his hips to meet her bobbing head and force more of his length into her mouth. When Larry hit the back of her mouth he let out a deep moan, yanking down on her head harder and pushing his cock right into her throat.

The blonde’s throat constricted around the head of his cock squeezing him, he leant back and let out a loud moan of appreciation of her oral talents. Larry then tightened his grip of Rebecca’s head and started to really go to town, fucking her mouth for all he was worth, the beautiful blonde deepthroating him with almost no effort.

“God! You’re a good little cocksucker!” grunted Larry, vigorous and repeatedly ramming his cock down Rebecca’s throat. If she had a smart reply up her sleeve, she was far too busy to speak it. “What’s the matter?” laughed Larry, “Don’t want to speak with your mouth full?” Taunting her while he used her was making the experience even sweeter than it otherwise would have been.

Larry’s balls were slapping into Rebecca’s chin as he face fucked her, and they were churning with lust. The horny accountant knew that he would not last much longer in the blonde’s sweet throat if he kept up this pace so he finally drew out.

Rebecca coughed and took a deep breath, regaining her composure at the withdrawal of his cock. “What’s the matter? Worried you’d shoot off too quickly?” she eventually managed to say.

“Didn’t want to choke you,” Larry replied.

Rebecca laughed at that. “You’re not man enough,” she spat back, her eyes darting towards his erection.

Larry’s jaw clenched in anger at her comeback, he was almost tempting to shove his cock back into her mouth to shut her up, but she was right, he probably would shoot off.

“Get up,” said Larry, pulling her to her feet by the wrist. Larry then bent her over the coffee table, so that her hands were braced on the far side and she had one knee up on the edge, ready to be taken from behind, doggy style, very appropriate for a bitch, Larry thought as he stepped behind her. Larry could hear the grunts and moans of Jill and Max coming from the bedroom as he ran a hand over the smooth expanse of Rebecca’s tight ass. Jill was obviously appreciating Max’s experienced attentions despite the fact she was supposed to be a muff diver.

“I’m gonna enjoy this,” Larry told Rebecca, giving her ass a hard slap. Her buttock was amazingly toned, barely jiggling at all as he spanked her a couple more times.




Very Close Protection



Larry then moved in behind her, grasping his hard cock around the base and slapping it against her ass three times. He then guided the head towards Rebecca’s pussy, tracing around her vagina lips, tickling her genitals. Larry then gave a small push forward, her cunt opening as he slipped the tip inside her moist passage. Rebecca gasped at the subtle penetration, then Larry seemed to change his mind, pulling out of her and triggering another gasp from the busty blonde.

Larry slapped both hands down forcefully on Rebecca’s ass, taking a buttock in each hand. Moving quickly he spread her ass cheeks, exposing her puckered asshole and immediately shifted his hips forward, pressing the tip of his cock against her rear entrance.

“What…ahh fuck!” Rebecca stammered and cried out in surprise as Larry pushed his cock up into her tight ass, his friend’s proud wife moaning at his unexpected change of destination. “Not there!” she managed to gasp as Larry pushed deep, his cock now solidly lodged in her anus.

“Oh fuck you’re tight!” grunted Larry as he started to slowly rock his hips, fucking his cock in small movements against her lovely ass. Fortunately Rebecca’s vigorous deepthroat blowjob had left his cock well lubricated so the entry into her ass wasn’t as painful as it could have been.

Larry took hold of Rebecca’s hips as her ass started to relax, sliding his cock in longer strokes now as he began to eagerly ream her back passage. “Bet you didn’t think I’d ever be buggering you,” Larry told her, slapping her ass again as he fucked her.

“Just shut up and fuck me you bastard,” grunted Rebecca, struggling to get the words out clearly as Larry took her roughly. His hips were slapping against her buttocks as he rammed into her, his balls likewise swinging into her pussy with each thrust.

Larry began to ass-fuck the woman he had lusted after for years in earnest now, grunting and panting as he rammed repeated against her, each thrust shunting her forwards on the coffee table. The sounds of their fucking drowned out the groans from the bedroom. 

The stocky accountant was in seventh heaven. Rebecca’s asshole was fantastically tight around his excited cock, creating and incredible friction as he humped her from behind. Despite Larry’s immense stimulation, he kept at it for a full ten minutes before he felt an incoming eruption, no doubt the two blowjobs Jill had already given him that day had taken the edge off things.

Larry had fantasized about this event numerous times in the past and had already planned where he wanted to shoot his load, and it wasn’t up her ass. He squeezed his cock up her ass one more time and then pulled out of her, taking his cock in one hand and stroking it as he hurried around to the other side of the table, aiming his cock at Rebecca’s pretty face. 

“Here it comes you bitch!” Larry grunted, resting one hand on Rebecca’s shoulder as he jerked off in her face. With a groan Larry unloaded, cum bursting from the tip of his cock and showering over Rebecca’s face. The pretty blonde already had her eyes closed, his sperm splashing over her eyelids, nose and closed lips. Larry pumped his dick in his hand, intending to wring every drop of cum that he could generate onto Rebecca’s face. “Ahh yeah!”

Once he was finally spent Rebecca’s fine features was suitably coated with his seed and Larry was panting breathlessly. 

“Nice,” murmured the accountant, gazing down at her cum-stained face. “I think I’ll remember this sight every time I see you.”

“Quite a show guys,” said Max from the doorway to the lounge, he and Jill had returned wearing fluffy white bathrobes and were standing watching Larry administer Rebecca’s facial. Jill looked quite flushed from the workout Max had given her.

Larry then had Jill clean off his cock when Rebecca refused the same request. Jill made a slight face as she tasted Larry’s cum mixed with the taste of Rebecca’s ass, but didn’t deny his request, sucking his cock clean in her warm mouth while Rebecca went to the bathroom to wash her face and freshen up.

“That was quite an evening,” about twenty minutes later as he and Jill saw their visitors to the door. “Feel free to pop by for a repeat performance some time,” he added, winking at Rebecca. Max’s wife just scowled at him, her dislike for Larry strengthened from their session together.

Once Max and Rebecca had left Larry headed straight to sleep, not even having the energy for a goodnight blowjob from his lovely wife. Jill checked in with Agent Hanson, telling him that their surprise visitors were in fact friends of Larry’s, she glossed over the swinging part of the evening of course.

“He’s going to get himself killed if he doesn’t watch it,” John Hanson said once Jill had finished explaining.

“With any luck,” remarked Jill testily. 

“Now, now,” scolded John with a laugh. “Remember, we’re supposed to be protecting Mr Matthews.”

If this lasted much longer Jill was pretty sure she’d kill him herself, she briefly wondered if Leatherbarrow had a price on the accountants head. “Right, I keep forgetting,” she replied dryly to Hanson.

Jill hung up the phone and headed to bed, she felt a great sense of relief to find that Larry was fast asleep and snoring by the time she got into bed. Before she drifted off to sleep Jill briefly thought of Toni, her girlfriend, and wondered if life would ever go back to normal once this job was over.

***

The next morning it took surprisingly little nagging from Larry for Jill to give him his morning blowjob. The buxom FBI agent obligingly dipped underneath the covers and sucked his cock until he unloaded into her reluctant mouth. 

Jill then got up and made him breakfast as he closed his eyes and dozen for around half an hour. The buxom brunette got in a white satin bra and panties, a little less conservative than her usual choice in underwear. Over the lingerie she pulled on a pair of tight fitting jeans and a plain white t-shirt. With the taste of Larry’s cum on her tongue she didn’t feel particularly like wearing another floral print, ‘housewife’ dress.

***

Agent Hanson yawned loudly as he pulled his car up outside the mansion, relieving the Agent that took the night shift while Hanson went to a nearby hotel for a few hours sleep. He took a sip of his Starbucks coffee, almost choking on it when he saw a man in a dark suit walked right through the gate towards the mansion where Jill and Larry were going through their morning routine. The man was carrying an oversized black briefcase.

“Oh shit!” Hanson swore, putting his coffee back in the cup holder and reaching for his phone.

***

Jill whistled to herself as she cracked a couple of eggs, dropping them into the frying pan beside a few rashers of bacon that were already sizzling merrily away. 

When the phone abruptly started ringing she almost dropped one of the eggs.

“Shit!” Jill swore, taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart as she picked up the phone.

“We’ve got trouble!” Hanson’s voice sounded urgent on the other end of the phone. He was breathing heavily as if he was running as he spoke.

Jill whirled around towards the kitchen’s back door as it crashed open. It wasn’t Hanson that burst through however, it was a big brawny blonde man in a dark suit. In his hands was an automatic pistol, aimed straight at the surprised secret agent.

Jill’s hand instinctively reached towards where her shoulder holster should have been, but she’d left that in the bedroom having just throwing on the jeans and t-shirt she wore to make breakfast.

“Shit!” Jill cursed, raising her hands in surrender.

***

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” John Hanson was cursed his own inattentiveness as he sprinted down the long driveway towards the mansion, his gun out in one hand and his phone in the other. 

Hanson took the front steps of the mansion in a single leap, but as his foot hit the slick tiles as the top it shot out from under him and he fell forwards, landing heavily on his back and sliding across the patio. He managed to keep hold of his gun, but his phone went flying into the rose garden beside the door.

John grimaced in pain as he got to his feet, his tailbone had taken most of the impact and walking was rather painful. He opened the front door cautiously, his gun held up at the ready. John edged inside, every sense alert as he strained to pick up where the dark suited man was. He aimed his gun around the entry hallway, scanning the room. No one was there. Then he heard a sound coming from towards the back of the mansion. The kitchen!

Stepping as silently as he could, John hurried through the house, his gun held out straight in front of him as he entered the kitchen. The sight that greeted him there was somewhat unexpected.

Sure enough, the dark suited goon was there, but he was not alone. Hanson’s partner, Jill Morgan stood in front of the man. Jill was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white satin bra, the t-shirt she had put on earlier was now on the kitchen table. The goon had placed his gun on the counter beside him and had both hands on Jill’s ample chest, squeezing her big tits eagerly through her bra as she was reaching behind her back to unfasten the piece of lingerie.

The man didn’t even notice Agent Hanson enter the room, his attention focused solely on the massive melons that were filling his groping hands. He licked his lips as he squeezed Jill’s big jugs, watching his fingers sink into the firm globes and he kneaded and mauled lustfully. At his command Jill was reaching behind her back to take off her bra, arching her back to reach the catch, the motion causing her big chest to jut out against the goons groping hands as he eagerly felt her up.

“Hold it right there motherfucker!” growled Hanson, leveling his gun at the man.

The goon froze, his hands stopping their titty-squeezing, but remaining in place on Jill’s chest.

“Thank God you made it,” Jill breathed, refastening the one hook on her bra catch that she had undone and then pushing the goons hands off her breasts.

“Slide the gun over to me!” Hanson ordered him.

The goon did as he was told, carefully picking up his gun by the barrel and sliding it across the polished wooden floorboards to where Hanson stood.

Agent Hanson bent over to pick up the gun, careful to keep his own weapon trained on the man in the dark suit. Suddenly a vase crashed onto the back of his skull. Hanson’s eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped to the ground.

Larry Matthews stepped through the doorway and reached down, taking one of the guns from Hanson’s hand.

Jill frowned, why on earth did Larry attack Hanson, he was here to protect him. Unless…

The half undressed FBI agent acted quickly, whilst the goon who had broke into the mansion was still staring in surprise at Larry. Jill lunged towards the sink, scooping up an ultra sharp carving knife that she had used earlier on to slice an onion for breakfast.

As Larry straightened up, aiming the gun in her direction, Jill grabbed the man in the dark suit, dragging him in front of her as she pressed the carving knife to his throat.

“Put the gun down honey,” Jill calmly told her ‘husband’ with a forced smile.

“No, I think you should drop the knife darling,” he replied, his gun now pointed straight at Jill’s face.

Jill pressed the tip of her knife into the goon’s throat, drawing a pinprick of blood. “Drop it, or he dies.”

Jill’s victim was obviously rather nervous, she could feel him trembling as she held him between her and Larry.

“Please Mr Leatherbarrow,” the man said, his voice shaking.

“Leatherbarrow?” repeated Jill in shock, looking at Larry in amazement.

Larry, or rather Antony sneered at her. “That’s right, you dumb bitch,” he spat. “You had me the entire time and were just too stupid to realize it.”

“What the hell are you playing at?” Jill demanded.

Leatherbarrow laughed, his cold mirth sending a chill down Jill’s spine. The notorious gangster sidesteps towards the briefcase that his goon had brought in with him and kicked it open. Jill gasped in surprise as she saw the workings of a large chemical explosive of some sort, fitted with what looked like an electronic trigger and timer.

“I’ve had this whole thing planned the entire time,” Leatherbarrow laughed. “Things have been getting a little hot so I thought it was time I took a small vacation.”

Jill frowned, still not understanding.

“I’m going to fake my death you brainless bimbo!” he said in irritation. “I would have done it sooner, but you proved to be an unexpected pleasure I must say.”

Jill’s stomach churned at the leer Leatherbarrow gave her. It had been bad enough submitting to the slimy little man sexually, but now that she learnt it was Leatherbarrow the entire time she felt as though she was going to be physically sick.

Jill glanced from Leatherbarrow’s gun to the bomb and then back again. “But the authorities think you’re Larry Matthews, what’s the point in faking Matthews death.”

Antony Leatherbarrow smiled at this. “I’ve already made the arrangements to have my real dental records switched with Mr Allessandro here,” Antony said, gesturing with his gun towards the goon that Jill still held at knifepoint. “I’m sure your forensic experts will put things together before long.”

The man in the dark suit seemed to realize what his boss had just said. “Me Mr Leatherbarrow, but…” he didn’t manage to finish that sentence. There was a deafening boom as Antony squeezed the trigger of his gun, the bullet took the goon in the chest, sending him spiraling out of Jill’s arms in a shower of blood, crashing to the kitchen floor.

Leatherbarrow laughed at the stunned expression Jill still wore as he trained his gun back on her. “It would seem you have no one left to take hostage honey-bunny. Drop the knife.”

Jill realized she had no choice and dropped the blade to the floor with a clutter. She raised her hands above her head, not even noticing the excellent view that gave Leatherbarrow of her bra-clad breasts.

He grabbed her and roughly shoved her onto one of the dining room chairs, not far from where Hanson lay unconscious, slumped amongst the broken shards of the vase Leatherbarrow had smashed over his head. Antony grabbed the handcuffs Hanson wore on his belt and moved around behind Jill, locking her wrists around the back of one chair leg, pinning her arms behind her back.

Jill’s eyes widened when she saw Hanson stir slightly. He was waking up! She glanced over her shoulder to where Antony was busy cuffing her wrists. He hadn’t notice Hanson move.

“Um, Larry can you give me a hand here?” she asked, as sweetly as she could, trying to get his attention.

“The name’s Antony remember?” the criminal replied as he finished up her handcuffs. “What’s the problem honey?”

“Well, um…” Jill blushed.

“Spit it out,” Antony replied impatiently as he moved back around to the front of her chair, his back to where Hanson lay.

“It’s my boob,” Jill said, trying to keep Leatherbarrow’s attention on her, and off Hanson who had just stirred again.

Leatherbarrow smiled as he glanced at Jill’s ample chest, heaving inside her bra. “They’re very nice,” he assured her with a chuckle.

Jill shook her head. “No, my right boob, it itches like hell,” she told him, it was the first thing that came into her mind.

“Well you’ll be dead soon and it won’t bother you,” Leatherbarrow replied.

“Wait!” snapped Jill urgently as Leatherbarrow started to turn towards where Hanson lay. “Please babe, for old times sake!”

“What!?” demanded Leatherbarrow with annoyance.

“Can you give it a scratch? Please?”

“Sorry babe, I’ve got a plane to catch,”

“You owe me!” Jill replied, inwardly willing Hanson to hurry up and wake up. “Please, just for a few seconds. After all I did suck your cock lots of times.” She jutted her chest out towards Leatherbarrow as much as possible given her handcuffed hands, trying to make her big tits look as inviting as possible.

It must have done the trick as Leatherbarrow crouched down in front of her and scratched her big tit through her bra.

“The other right,” said Jill, nodding her head towards her other breast.

Leatherbarrow grunted with displeasure, but he reached to her other breast, scratching the surface of the full globe with his fingertips, rubbing at where her nipple was through her bra.

“That’s good,” murmured Jill appreciatively as Leatherbarrow’s fingers jiggled her big right breast. He stared to use his palm a bit more as his interested in her tits grew, squeezing her ample melon with rising arousal. 

Jill glanced over his shoulder to where Hanson lay, he was still unconscious but had begun to stir again, obviously beginning to wake up. Leatherbarrow didn’t notice the movement however, he had brought both hands up to Jill’s right breast, squeezing and rubbing at the huge orb through her bra. Even with both hands on the ample globe, he could still barely cover the entire surface.

“You might have to pull my bra down,” Jill suggested, doing whatever she could to keep the villain occupied while her partner came to.

Leatherbarrow smiled at her idea and tugged down on the right cup of her bra, popping her big tit up out of the piece of satin lingerie. He gave a moan as he uncovered her tit, topped by a hard nipple. Antony immediate closed both hands back over the massive melon, squeezing and mauling at her tit-flesh, sinking his fingers deep into the pliant flesh. He was no longer even worried about trying to scratch her itch, his fingers pinched and pulled at her nipple and he kneaded the firm orb repeatedly.

Jill’s heart raced as she saw Hanson lift his head and try to shake off the cobwebs. She arched her chest harder into Leatherbarrow’s hands to keep him distracted. The slimy criminal now leant in, running his tongue roughly over Jill’s exposed nipple, lifting the naked globe up to his hungry lips as his other hand crept up and started to grope at her left breast through her bra.

Hanson finally got up onto one knee, taking in the sight of his partner handcuffed to the chair and the man he thought of as still Larry Matthews, feasting on one of her exposed breasts. Hanson frowned at the sight, not quite sure what to make of it. And who had knocked him out before when he had confronted the hitman in the kitchen. 

Jill desperately nodded towards a vase on the shelves beside where Hanson groggily stood up, and then nodded back towards Leatherbarrow, his face buried in her cleavage. She mouthed the word ‘Leatherbarrow’ to her dazed partner.

Hanson frowned, not sure what she was saying. What the hell was Larry doing anyway? And where had the hitman gone? Hanson saw that Larry had two pistols shoved into the back of his belt. Jill seemed to be gesturing desperately towards Larry, something was definitely wrong.

“Oh Antony Leatherbarrow,” moaned Jill desperately. She jutted her tits harder against the criminal’s face.

“Now you’re learning baby,” breathed Leatherbarrow in reply, one of his hands slipped down and started to rub at her jean-covered crotch whilst he chewed on her erect nipple.

Hanson’s eyes went wide as he put two and two together. Jill nodded towards the vase on the shelf beside him and this time he acted. Hanson reached for the vase snatching it up.

Leatherbarrow appeared to hear the movement, as Hanson brought the vase down towards the crook, Antony started to turn and reach for one of the guns in the back of his belt. He was too slow, the vase crashed down over his head as Hanson got his revenge. Antony slumped over unconscious, crashing on top of the open briefcase that contained the bomb.

Hanson breathed heavily, his heart racing. As Antony fell sideways, Jill’s half exposed bosom was revealed, Hanson’s eyes widening at the sight. As he’d suspected all along, his lesbian partner had a great rack!