3 comments/ 20906 views/ 5 favorites Agent Amanda By: agentamanda The assignment was simple. I had to get copies of secret material from the enemy's side, by whatever means necessary. As an agent for the Secret Service I had done it several times before. It made me feel a bit devious of course but I kept telling myself that it was for the good of my country and I just got on with it. To be honest I enjoyed at times. Well actually, I had really enjoyed the last two or three assignments. All very handsome Middle Eastern operatives. Arabs had never been my thing in the past, but I found that in a professional capacity I was distant enough from them to enjoy the physical closeness, if that makes any sense. Because yes, as you might guess, sex is often a lure in my profession. I had never been one for one night stands but the thrill of luring these foreign men into fraternising with the infidel enemy was exciting. And a blond, blue eyed young woman was pretty good bait for these guys. I had never actually had to go through with having sex with anyone in the name of my country though, thank God. I always proclaimed to be prepared to, but if it really came down to it I don't know. Fortunately it wasn't something that was officially required in these politically correct times, although we all knew that in practice your career would be shattered if you blew an operation just because you refused to have sex with someone. I think the only thing worse would be blowing an operation because you were having sex with someone even if you didn't need to. I must admit I'd been tempted to on my last assignment, because he really was gorgeous, but the thought of cocking up (pardon the pun!) kept me on the straight and narrow. This latest assignment was different from my latest Middle Eastern ones though. The target was Pakistani for a start and wasn't an agent but rather a prominent political figure. I was to meet him at a party at the High Commission. It was a rather glamorous affair and I was wearing a ball gown with a deep décolletage. I had been introduced to the target, a very attractive man called Hamid, as well as his wife whose face was hidden behind a burqa. I tried to catch him off guard without his wife around several times but he never seemed to pay much attention to me. Towards the end of the evening I was getting desperate so I resorted to the oldest trick in the book. Sneaking up behind Hamid I feigned him pushing into me and spilt my glass of champagne down my chest. The liquid trickled down my breasts and slowly wet the front of my dress. "Oh I beg your pardon" he said in flawless English. He eyes fell to my bosom and I could see him hesitate. After lingering just a little bit too long with his gaze on my chest he looked me in the eye. He was just about to speak when his wife's arm suddenly came between us. She came out of thin air because I made sure she was nowhere to be seen before I made my move. "Oh clumsy" she said and whisked me away. Her English had a heavy Pakistani accent. She dragged me to the bathroom and did a remarkably good job of quickly washing and drying my chest and dress. "Better" she said when she finished. Her touch was light and she let the hand towel linger on the top of my breasts. All I could see was her eyes but they were beautiful and I'm sure they were smiling. "Thank you. My name is Amanda." I held out my hand. She took it and replied "Hasna. Sorry English no good." "Oh don't worry. You hardly need to speak with eyes as beautiful as yours." She looked down bashfully. "Go back party" she said and shooed me off. The rest of the party was uneventful and Hasna stayed by Hamid's side all night. I was a spectacular failure for me so in a last ditch attempt to get closer to Hamid I pulled Hasna to the side as they were leaving. "Thank you for helping me out earlier. How can I return the favour?" Hasna turned to Hamid and a quick exchange followed. Although trained in several languages I couldn't follow, they must have been speaking some dialect. Eventually Hamid turned to me. "My wife would be very grateful if you could accompany her shopping. She'd love to take advantage of the shopping here in London." "No problem at all, I'm a great shopper" I said truthfully. We arranged to meet in Knightsbridge the following day. I was waiting at a café when the limousine pulled up to the kerb. Hamid and Hasna stepped out. We exchanged greetings and Hamid explained "Thank you for taking your time to assist my wife. She noticed yesterday that you are about the same size and as our dress code prevents her from trying clothes on in public she asks if you are willing to do that for her." "Certainly, I'd love being a model." Hamid then disappointed me by explaining that he had an urgent meeting and would not be accompanying us. We took of in the direction of Harrods for starters. I told Hasna where the different departments were and we set off. I modelled a few different garments and Hasna bought a couple but I could tell she was looking for something she couldn't find. "What are you looking for Hasna?" "Lingerie." I did a double take then looked her in the eye. I could see she was serious. "OK, the lingerie department is on the seventh floor." She took me by the hand and set off for the lift. Hasna picked out a few matching bra and knickers sets for me to try on. Her tastes were obvious, the sexier the better. I started with the most conservative but still felt rather naked when I modelled them for Hasna. She never spoke much, just indicating with her hands when she wanted me to twirl around etc. Still it never felt really uncomfortable because her eyes were smiling the whole time. I was actually starting to enjoy myself. Eventually Hasna bought a couple of the more minimal items and then took me by the hand to the lifts again. "More sexy" she said. "You want more sexy lingerie? Hmm let me think, I'm not sure where to go." "Ann Summers." "What?" I blurted out but I could see from her eyes that she was serious. I got on my mobile and found the address for the nearest Ann Summers store and we jumped in a cab. We got plenty of strange looks in the store, well, Hasna did anyway I obviously looked like a regular Ann Summers customer next to her. Anyway, this time I think Hasna could tell I wasn't too comfortable so she picked some comparatively conservative things for me to try on. I soon relaxed and started to enjoy myself again. I found it strangely erotic modelling lingerie for a woman who was completely covered apart from her eyes. I told myself maybe it was because the burqa made her asexual, almost as much man as woman, because I'd never felt like this in the presence of a woman before. When I finished modelling the garments Hasna had chosen she said "You go" and pointed towards the store. "You mean you want me to pick some more items to show you?" She nodded and stayed in her seat. I went out and came back with some more garments. I don't know why, it must have been the atmosphere of the shop or the whole modelling experience or something but I came back with a few sexier ones this time. I was brazenly showing more and more flesh with each garment and I have to confess it was turning me on. Hasna just sat there motioning me to turn around etc, not saying a thing but her eyes never left me. Finally I came to the last item, a tiny tanga bikini. You know, one of those that barely cover your nipples and your pussy. When I modelled it Hasna motioned for me to come over towards her. She pulled the bottoms higher over my hips. The bottoms snugly encased my pussy lips. Hasna let her fingers trace the strings of the tanga over my hips and down in between my butt cheeks and ran the back of her fingers over the fabric at the front almost reaching down to my pussy. "Silk, nice" she said. The top part over my breasts but the top struggled to contain my breasts, especially when Hasna pulled the two pieces apart so that they barely contained my nipples. In fact parts of my areolas were showing and Hasna again caressed the outline of the fabric all but caressing my nipples as her fingers passed. For some reason I didn't mind, what she was doing was just turning me on even more. I was gazing into her eyes but couldn't make out what she was feeling. "This is stupid, get a hold of yourself girl" I thought to myself. "Last one" I said and skipped back into the changing room. I could feel a familiar tingling between my legs when I undressed. I looked at my body in the mirror. "Not bad for twenty eight" I was thinking and I think most people would agree. I keep myself fit in the gym and even though my breasts are probably larger than average they show little sign of sagging. My eyes were drawn to my pussy though. I'd just had a Brazilian for the first time and I hadn't quite got used to the lack of hair down there. I felt an urge to touch myself. My hand was sliding down my stomach when I suddenly heard "Here, more" right next to me. Hasna pulled the curtain and handed me a silk teddy. I quickly grabbed my shirt and prudely covered myself. Had she seen me almost touch myself? I wasn't sure. She looked me up and down but then left again as quickly as she'd appeared. I looked at the teddy she'd given me. Again it was silk, but very sheer, almost see through. I put it on. It was a little bit tight on me and caressed my breasts and pussy nicely. I could see Hasna sit up a little bit straighter when I walked back out. I twirled around showing off my body when she grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. She let her hands wander over the silk around my back and stomach. Her small hands slowly worked themselves closer to my breasts started tracing their outline. My nipples sprung up like out of nowhere and strained against the fabric. Hasna lightly ran her fingers across them. She looked up at me with her eyes smiling again as her hands dropped to my hips. One hand caressed the material down in between my legs and fingers found my pussy lips through the material. I wanted to run a mile, but at the same time I couldn't move. No, I didn't want to move, I didn't want her to stop. She ran her fingers along my lips and I could feel my juices wetting the fabric. A soft moan escaped my lips. I think I moved my hips and ground into her fingers. I don't know, God knows I wanted to. Then suddenly Hasna turned and pulled out a matching knickers and bra set and held it up for me. Reluctantly I retired to change, but a smile passed over my lips when I realised what I was putting on. I never thought you'd catch me in a half cup bra and crotchless knickers but right now they seemed just the ticket. Looking at the mirror I saw a wet line down the crotch of the teddy. Half of me was mortified, but the other half made me put my hand down there and push the material in between my lips making it even wetter. "I bet you she's going to buy this" I thought. Then quick as I could I put the knickers and bra on and bounced out in front of Hasna. I walked straight up to her and her hands were already lifting for my breasts as I approached. She didn't even touch the bra. She ran her fingers lightly over my nipples at first then pinched them hard. I love having my nipples pinched so I moaned appreciatively. Her eyes were all smiles. Suddenly her hands dropped to my crotch. I stopped her before she touched me and pushed her hands down. I pulled the fabric of the crotchless knickers as far apart as I could and parted the lips of my pussy with two fingers presenting her with a wet open pussy. She lightly traced and teased my pussy making me sigh and moan. Finally she put a finger inside my only to take it out again instantly. Frustrated I took her hand and tried to put it back to my pussy but she said "Wait" so I let go. She put her hand up under her burqa and this time it was Hasna that moaned softly. I knew exactly what she was doing of course so stuck two fingers deep in my own pussy and held them out in front of her face. She lifted her burqa just enough to show me two luscious red lips and opened her mouth waiting for me to offer her my fingers. She started fingering my pussy again and found my clitoris as she sucked and let her tongue play over my fingers. "Oh God, you're making me come, don't stop, please don't stop..." That's as much as I had time to say a shop assistant called in to ask how we were getting on. "Great, thank you" I said stepping away from Hasna as if she'd given me an electric shock and covering my boobs prudely. The shop assistant walked in and started to pick up items of clothing, seemingly oblivious to what had happened. "Will be requiring any more items to try?" she asked. I looked at Hasna who shook her head. "No thank you I think we're finished" I replied. Frustrated I shuffled into to the changing booth to get changed again. When I came out Hasna picked up the silk teddy. "For me" she said and picking up the crotchless set, followed by "For you". Her eyes were smiling as ever. As we exited the store I really didn't know what to say. Hasna phoned the limo and it pulled up in no time. Hamid stepped out and they spoke briefly again. "My wife tells me you've been very helpful. She would like to invite you to dinner to show her gratitude." "Oh, thank you. That would be nice." We arranged the details. "Excellent" I thought "I might get a chance to lay my hands on the data tonight." But to be honest that wasn't the only thing on my mind. I turned to Hasna and blurted out "Funny, I don't even know what you look like. But thank you anyway." Hasna said nothing but took something out of her handbag and gave it to me. "See you tonight" she said as she stepped into the limo. I set off home not quite believing what had just happened. The frustration I'd felt when the shop assistant walked in was gone; I'd suppressed it in a jiffy. "A cool head is what you need Amanda, you've got a job to do" I told myself. Having a couple of hours before I needed to get ready I collapsed on the bed. I woke up from the mobile beeping, telling me I had an SMS. It was from Hasna's mobile. "My wife asks if you would wear your new purchase?" "Tell her I'd be happy to" I texted back thinking "Not on your life, honey. I don't know what got in to me earlier but tonight I'm going to be the one in control." I got up, had a shower and dressed conservatively in a blouse and a long skirt. Just before setting of I remembered about what Hasna had given me. I hadn't even looked properly at what it was so I got it out of my hand bag. It was a blank CD. Curious to have a look at what it contained I started my laptop up and loaded it in. It contained just one MPEG movie file. Pressing play I could see a head with long curly black hair bouncing up and down in an unmistakable motion. It was shot from the side but the hair was hanging down so you couldn't see the face. A few moments later the head pulled up slightly but hands kept pulling up and down on a sizeable cock. Seconds later cum was spurting up into the air towards the head. As the woman turned her head and lifted the curls out of the way a beautiful golden brown face smiled happily towards the camera. Strands of semen splattered over the face and the dark curly hair. It was a classic porn movie money shot, only that the woman seemed genuinely happy and content. Normally I would give this sort of thing a second glance but I don't know how many times I replayed the sequence to see her tongue lick those luscious lips clean of cum before blowing me a kiss. I'd never seen the face before but I would have recognised those smiling eyes anywhere. "Well, at least I know she's not lesbian" I thought when I could tear myself away from the computer. Before going out the door I grabbed the bra and knickers set Hasna had bought me earlier. "Maybe I will need it to distract them or something" I reasoned to myself. Half an hour later I was knocking on the door of their hotel suite. Expecting to see the familiar burqa Hasna's face shocked me as she opened the door. "Hi Amanda come in" she greeted me with a happy smile. All I could see was this image of cum all over her lovely face. Hasna picked up on it straight away and went "What?" coyly as she pretended to check if there was anything on her face or in her hair. She bubbled with laughter. "Sexy, yes?" "The film clip?" She nodded. "Yeah very sexy." I couldn't help thinking how natural she made it seem that she'd given me a film clip of her having a facial. "Come" she said and walked ahead of me into the large hotel suite. Standing back for a second I couldn't help but admire her body as she walked. She was probably the same size and height as me but her waist was narrower making her look curvier. She was wearing a tight fitting western top and trousers. Hamid was sitting on the sofa and got up as I walked in. "Welcome Amanda." His greeting seemed much warmer than I expected. He picked up my hand and kissed it softly. He was dressed casually in a loose cotton suit. Hasna walked up to him and stroked his chest. Hamid looked at her and smiled at me. "We're a bit more relaxed at home than our official personas. I hope that's OK." "That's lovely" I said feeling myself relax. "We have ordered traditional Pakistani food to be delivered. It should be here in about half an hour. Would you like a drink before dinner?" "Yes please, whisky straight please." "I hope you don't mind us not having any alcohol. We don't drink ourselves but we like our guests to indulge." "Oh, I'm sorry I wasn't even thinking" I said honestly. "I'm more than happy with water." "Nonsense, I insist" Hamid said and poured me a large single malt. We chatted amiably for some time and dinner soon arrived. We had a sumptuous meal. Hasna and Hamid ate with their fingers according to their custom but I used a knife and fork. Towards the end of the meal Hasna looked at me with my cutlery and said "Fingers better". Hamid picked up on it. "We feel the food tastes better when eaten with your hands. Unsoiled by metals." I confessed I had never thought of it that way. "Try" Hasna said and held out a mouthful of rice and sauce to me. Seeing me hesitate she reached over and offered it to my mouth. Awkwardly I accepted and swallowed the food. I could tell Hasna wasn't quite satisfied. "Like this." She put some food in her hand then took it into her mouth. She finished of by licking her fingers clean with her tongue. Flashbacks from her tasting my juices earlier immediately came into my head. Hasna then offered me another small mouthful and she didn't pull her fingers away until I had licked them clean. "Better." She ran her fingers along my lip as I had finished. "My wife has a lovely touch, yes?" Hamid said. I started, almost having forgotten he was there and wondering what Hasna had told him about our shopping trip. "Yes, lovely" I replied looking at him but his expression gave nothing away. Suddenly the atmosphere had changed. From casual and relaxed it had become charged. Hasna said something to Hamid. They had a brief conversation I did not understand. Hamid spoke to me. "Excuse us for speaking our own language. My wife's English is not very good." I tried to be polite. "Don't apologise. It's my fault for being so ignorant." "Let's retire to the lounge. We have a little ritual we usually indulge in. Maybe you would like to take part?" "What is it?" "Well, every time Hasna has been shopping she likes to model the clothes for me. We have not had time for her to do that yet today." Again I felt conflicting feelings. Half of me thought "It might distract Hamid and give me an opportunity to search for the documents. It's bound to turn Hamid on and if I can get the two of them bonking in the bedroom it would give me free rein to search the suite as I offer to let myself out." The other half of me just got excited at the idea of seeing Hasna in lingerie. Either way it seemed a good idea. I looked over at Hasna. What was it about this woman, she made me think thoughts I'd never even dreamt of before. Agent Amanda Ch. 02 This is the second chapter about British secret service agent Amanda. It will probably make more sense if you read the previous chapter first. * Hamid phoned me the next morning. He told me Hasna wanted to go on another shopping trip. I agreed to meet her at 4 pm outside Selfridges. So far I had made precious little progress in securing copies of the documents in Hamid's possession, so I figured any contact is better than none. I found her waiting for me outside the department store, wearing her burqa again. I could see her eyes smiling though as she took my hands in hers. "Shall we go in?" I asked after exchanging greetings. "No, not here. Come." Hasna said and took me walking down Oxford Street. We soon turned into a side street and down the stairs to a small shop. Despite there being no shop window there was no mistaking what sort of shop it was. "You're kidding" I said to Hasna. "No kidding. You come" said Hasna and continued down the stairs. The first room was full of videos and magazines. A big black guy sat behind a small counter. He nodded at us as we walked in. He seemed a bit surprised to see a lady in burqa, but didn't make it too obvious. He didn't give me a second glance. I followed Hasna through to the second room which was full of adult toys. Hasna casually browsed through an assortment of dildos and held up two, one very large blue one and a smaller pink one. "You like?" she asked. "Oh I think I prefer the pink one. More my size." Hasna giggled. "I like big" she said. I absentmindedly picked up a pair of love balls. "You like?" Hasna was watching me. "Mmm, maybe. Always wondered what these would be like." "I buy for you." Hasna picked a pair of nipple clamps and then a pair of fluffy blue handcuffs and giggled. "Hamid likes." She put all the toys down on a cabinet in the shop. "This" she said and indicated all the toys she had just picked, "for tomorrow. You, me Hamid." My knees went slightly weak at the thought. "Tomorrow?" "Yes, tomorrow. Today no time. Meet my sister." She then turned and walked towards the counter and paid for her toys. We quickly left and walked towards a corner café. "I didn't know you had a sister here, Hasna." "Yes, young girl. Student." We found a table and order a couple of cappuccinos. Hasna was looking around but obviously didn't find her sister. "Always late" she tutted but I could see her eyes smiling. Finally a young girl was waving in our direction from across the street. As she crossed over I could see the family resemblance in her face but there was certainly nothing similar about their clothing. Hasna's sister was wearing hipster jeans and a tight T shirt which didn't quite reach the jeans exposing a strip of tanned, toned stomach. "Hello Hasna" said the girl and kissed her cheeks through the burqa. Hasna spoke to her in their local dialect and the girl turned to me and smiled. "Hi Amanda. I'm Saida. I'm studying here in London." Her English was pretty damn good, you could hardly tell she was a foreigner. She ordered a latte with all the confidence of a young woman in her element at the chic café. "So I guess you've been shopping" she said to me. I nodded, not knowing whether I should expand any further. Saida turned to Hasna and spoke in their local dialect again. Hasna soon shook her head and Saida pouted her lips. The expression made her look even younger than she probably was but she was very cute. I guessed she was probably only around16 or 17 but she certainly had the body of a young woman rather than a child. When Saida turned to look at me she could probably tell from my face that I was wondering what they were talking about. "I'm sorry" said Saida apologetically. I'm just scolding my sister for not letting me come along on your little shopping trip. I couldn't help thinking I not surprised Hasna didn't want her along. "And she won't even show me what she bought. God, everyone treats me like such a child." Her choice of expression surprised even me and Hasna picked up on it to and scolded her. To take attention away from it I said: "To be fair I'm not sure if they would have let you in." Saida turned to me and snapped. "Oh not you too. I'm 18, you know." Then she continued more calmly: "I do look young though don't I? I get ID'd all the time in clubs." I was getting the impression that Saida was a bit of a wild child. Saida and Hasna got into a longer conversation, eventually interrupted by Saida. "Hasna asked me to apologise. I'm sorry Amanda but we have a lot to catch up on." "Don't worry. I should be going soon anyway. I'll just finish my coffee. I quite enjoy listening to you both talk though even though I don't understand a thing." And that was true. I had only just got my head around being attracted to Hasna and now I found myself just as attracted to her sister. She was young bubbly and vivacious. She had the same beautiful smile and flawless olive skin as Hasna and even more of a spark in her eye. A few minutes Hasna stood up and excused herself. Saida just smiled at me and then watched Hasna walk into the café. As soon as Hasna had walked through the doors she giggled and dived down under the table to pull out Hasna's bag. "Now let's see what she bought" she said and winked at me. I felt like I should protest but Saida's cheeky conspiratorial grin stopped me. "Oh kinky" she said and pulled out the nipple clamps. Her only comment to the big blue dildo was: "Mmm she likes them big." Then her face brightened up as she pulled out the love balls. "I love these" she exclaimed and rolled them in her hands. "What did you buy?" "Actually those are mine" I nodded toward the balls in her hand. There was something so natural and straightforward about Saida that I didn't mind answering such an intimate question to a virtual stranger. Saida smiled broadly. "I knew you had taste" she said. "My family thinks I'm too young for sex. They really ought to wake up to the times. We live in swinging London, don't we Amanda?" I wasn't quite sure what to make of the smile on her face but suddenly Saida did not look so young and innocent anymore. When Hasna came back they started chatting again. I just said there and let the sounds wash over me, but I noticed that they both shot glances at me every now and again. It might have seemed intimidating but I was quite enjoying the attention of these two beautiful ladies and just smiled at them. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and when I came back Hasna was alone at the table. "Time to go" she said. Hamid had told me earlier that they had a dinner engagement in the evening. I briefly wondered if I wasn't going to say goodbye to the lovely Saida, but she soon appeared from within the café. I couldn't help but smile when I saw her and she beamed as she walked towards us. "Shall we share a taxi? You can drop me off on the way" I said to Hasna. Saida was one step ahead of me though. "Got one." She'd hailed a cab just driving past and we all got in. They cab driver quickly took me to my street and I kissed Hasna goodbye. When I turned to Saida she said: "I'll get off here too, I'll walk from here." "Wait" shouted Hasna as we got out and rummaged around in her shopping bag. "Don't worry I've got them already." Saida held the small box containing my love balls. "Bye sister" she said and kissed her before continuing "Claridges Hotel, driver". She banged the roof of the cab and it took off. "Sorry" she said and handed me the love ball box. "It's empty." "Yeah, I know. Sorry, I couldn't resist." "Resist what exactly?" "Trying them out." She smiled somewhat hesitantly. I didn't know what to say at first. "Are you saying... Are you..?" "Yes." She smiled a bit more confidently now, moving her hips as she spoke. "They're great aren't they?" "Mmm." I wasn't going to let her know I hadn't even tried them. "So are you planning on giving them back?" "Of course" she protested quickly. "Only... I can't really take them out here." "Oh, I guess you'll have to come back to my place" I said curtly, pretending to be annoyed although I was really looking forward to taking her back to my flat. I wasn't going to have this young little girl twisting me around her finger though, no matter how sexy she was. I turned and walked towards my house. I could hear her follow me but didn't turn around until I reached the little sushi stall next to my front door. "Are you hungry? I'd love some sushi." "Yeah, sure, that would be great." I bought a couple of packets and went to open the front door of my house. I lived in a converted flat on the third floor. I pointed to the stairs. "I'm sorry the lift is out of order." It was a white lie. "My flat is on the third floor." From the way Saida's hips swayed as she walked up the stairs ahead of me she seemed to have guessed the reason I let her go first. She had a gorgeous tight little butt. What those love balls were doing to her as she walked up the stairs I could only guess. I let us into the flat and put the sushi down on the dinner table. "I think I'll have some white wine to go with it." "Can I have some too?" I raised my eyebrows. "Yeah I know. I'm such a bad muslim girl aren't I?" I wondered to myself just how bad. I was hoping to find out soon. We finished the sushi quickly. I topped up our glasses with New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc. "Let's get a bit more comfortable as we finish the wine off" I said and walked over to my black leather sofa. Saida giggled. Bad girl or not I don't think she was very used to drinking wine because she seemed to be getting a bit tipsy. "Oh!" she giggled again as she sat down. I guess the love balls were moving around. "So what do you think of my sister?" "She's a beautiful woman." "She is, isn't she. More beautiful than me?" "No just different." She smiled, pleased with my reply. "But then you have seen more of her than me." I wasn't quite sure what she meant by 'more' so I just replied: "I have." "Which reminds me, I owe you something." She unbuttoned her jeans, lifted her butt of the sofa and slid them off. She had gorgeous long slender legs. She slipped off her knickers too. Seemingly unconsciously she put them down next to her on the sofa, right next to me. I could see they were soaked in her juices. She put her hand between her legs, moving her fingers up and down. She turned to me and giggled. "The cord is gone." She turned quickly and put her left thigh up on the seat of the sofa. "See." She lifted her leg, resting against the back of the sofa, giving me a perfect view of her neatly trimmed pussy. "I'm sure you can find it." "Maybe, I'll try." She let her fingertips slide along her pink puffy lips a few times, each time pausing at the top to play with her clit. The sight of her sitting there playing with her pussy wearing only a tight T shirt reaching her waist was incredibly erotic. I couldn't help but smile and said: "I don't think you'll find it like that." "Oh sorry. I'm just so horny." She made a bit more of an effort though and let her fingers slip into her pussy. Our eyes met briefly but I couldn't stop myself from lowering my gaze to her pussy. She soon pulled out the love balls. Seeing her lips stretch as she pulled them out made me just want to jump in. She held them up in front of me. "They're a bit wet." I took them in my hand. They were slippery against my fingers. "Play with yourself." I said. I couldn't pretend this wasn't turning me on anymore. She smiled and took off her T shirt before leaning back against the armrest and resuming the teasing of her pussy. Her breasts were not as large as her sisters but they were stunningly firm and shapely. Beautifully crowned by two hard looking nipples too. Her left hand searched one of them out and gave it a good squeeze. I raised the love balls to my mouth and let one of them slip between my lips, tasting her juices. I could hear Saida moan as she watched me. "You want a taste?" She leaned forward towards me and I held the other ball out to her. She gently licked and nibbled it before taking the whole ball in her mouth. I could hear the wet squishy noises as she kept fingering herself. Suddenly she stopped and squeezed both her hard nipples with her wet fingers, spreading her juices over her luscious breasts. She moaned as I took one nipple in my mouth and in too much hurry to wait for me to taste her other nipple she threw herself back on the sofa and spread her legs again. "Lick me. Please lick my pussy." I couldn't resist. I slid down on the floor and pulled her legs over so I could get easy access to her hot pussy. I slowly lapped her outer lips savouring her juices. Teasingly I let my tongue flick over her clit every now and again. Saida said something I couldn't understand, then: "Make me come. Please make me come." Enjoying seeing her so excited I kept teasing her though until she expelled a string of incomprehensible words again before pulling me up onto the sofa, turning me over and sitting down on my face in one seemingly easy motion, so quick I barely knew what happened. Not that I minded really. I grabbed her firm arse as she ground her pussy into my face and this time I obliged by sticking my tongue out so she could pump her clitoris against it. Before long she was coming. "Yes, yes, yeeees... Yes!" She collapsed against the back of the sofa for two seconds before jumping up as if she'd been struck by lightning. "Oh, jees Amanda, I'm so sorry. I don't know what got over me." "Don't worry honey, I enjoyed it too." She took my face in her hands and kissed me lightly. "Your face is all wet" she said and giggled. "I'm sorry, I was just so horny. When I met you at the cafe my sister told me what you'd been up to yesterday, I wanted you straight away." "So much for being too young for sex huh." "Yeah well, I have had sex before. But never with a woman" Saida said and I could swear I saw her blush. "So when I heard it was your first time yesterday..." "It gave you ideas huh? I'll have to have a word with your sister about what she's telling you." "Oh please don't tell her anything about this. She wouldn't appreciate it." I looked at Saida and smiled. "And what would you do to stop me from telling her?" "Anything. Anything you want." She started unbuttoning my blouse. "Please let me." I just leant back against the sofa and let her take off my blouse and bra. She gently caressed my breasts before kissing them and sucking the nipples. My need instantly becoming more urgent I slid off my skirt and knickers in one motion. I took her hand and put it between my legs. "So wet" she said. She soon found my clit with her fingertips. "Wet for you honey. Wet for your tongue" She slid onto the floor. I spread my legs wide opening myself up for her. Seeing her sit there, kneeling between my legs, with her sweet face and her pert breasts, was a sight to die for. She played gently with my lips spreading my pussy open. "Having second thoughts?" "No" she said emphatically. "You try and stop me. It's just so beautiful." "It's also very needy, honey. I need to come." She just smiled and leant down to slide her tongue straight between my lips. She slipped one, then two fingers inside me, pumping in and out. "You didn't mind me sitting on your face?" she said suddenly. "No not at all." I ground my hips, fucking her fingers. "You looked so sexy, your face all covered with my wetness." "You want to try it?" "Please" she said and lent back on the floor without taking her fingers out of my pussy. I crawled on all fours over her body and put one knee on each side of her face. I slowly lowered my pussy letting her lift her head at first to nibble at my lips and clit. She moaned appreciatively. I soon felt her right arm move and looked back to see herself play with her pussy again. I quickly swung around into a 69. She giggled excitedly and tasting her pussy again I was suddenly as horny as she'd ever been. I ground my pussy into her face and head muffled: "Yes, yes, that's it, yes." She grabbed my arse, pulling me onto her face even harder and I could feel her stabbing her tongue deep into my pussy as I ground my clit all over her lips and chin. Saida's juices were leaking down between her arse cheek all over my carpet but I didn't care. I let my fingers slide down her crack and fingered her arsehole. It made me so hot I could feel my orgasm building. "Oh god, I'm coming, I'm coming" I shouted before plunging my tongue down onto Saida's pussy again. I felt my hands clench tight as I came and one of my fingers slipped into Saida's arsehole. Muffled screeches told me she was coming too. We just lay there in a heap of flesh for a few moments before either of us moved. As we eventually sat up I smiled at her wet face. "You're right. A face covered in pussy juice is very sexy." "Thank you. It's the first but I hope it's not the last time this face gets wet." "Don't you worry honey, I'm sure it won't be" I said and wiped her chin dry with my hand. Eventually we got off the floor and got dressed. "I guess I should be going" Hasna said hesitantly. I grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled my mobile number down. "Here's my number honey. Give me a ring when you want your face wet next" I said and smiled. "I will" she said, still hesitating. "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure honey, go ahead." "You see I have this friend. She's from Pakistan, but she has some family here. She's studying with me." She seemed to hesitate again. "She's the same age as me but has never had sex. And she's not likely too until she finds a husband, or her parents find one for her. She's very curious though but she's afraid to have sex with anyone she knows, or anyone that knows anyone in her family." She looked up at me. "Problem is she doesn't know anyone that is not known to her family and she doesn't speak any English. None at all." "So what are you saying?" "Well, when I tell her about my wonderful time with you she's bound to be jealous. And get even hornier." "Are you wanting me to shag her?" Saida just smiled. "She's very pretty. Please, as a favour to me? I promise to make it up to you." Suddenly thoughts about what I would say tomorrow at the morning meeting with my boss regarding progress on the case came into my mind. But right now I didn't care. "Sure" I said. How could I refuse a request like that? But first I had to get through tomorrow and I suddenly felt that my meeting with my manager might be a breeze compared to my meeting with that giant blue dildo. Agent Amanda Ch. 03 This is the third chapter about British secret service agent Amanda. It will probably make more sense if you read the previous chapter first. * My mobile woke me up early. "Hi it's Hamid." "Uhu." "Sorry to call you so early but I have meetings all day and Hasna said she'd kill me if I missed you. Would you like to come for dinner tonight?" Suddenly I was waking up. I knew what 'dinner' meant. We agreed I'd be at their hotel room at 8 pm. I looked at the time on my mobile. 7.35 am. It was early. But I was already excited about the evening and my fingers somehow found their way to my pussy. My mobile rang again. This time it was Saida. "Hi Amanda. Sorry to call you so early." "Uhu." "I've just bumped into Aliyah on my way to college." I did not know who Aliyah was but I could guess. It must be her friend, the one who had never had sex, but really wanted to. "She's really busy at the moment but has this morning off. Can she come and see you at 10?" Bloody hell, that's keen I thought. "Yeah sure." This girl must be really horny. "She's really horny. I think she's wet already." I smiled and felt a familiar tingling in my pussy. She's not the only one I thought. I don't know what's happened to me in the last couple of days. I phoned into work and left a message cancelling my meeting with my boss. I said I had an important lead I had to follow up and that it might take all day. Eventually I got up, had breakfast and waited for 10.00am. Right on time there was a gentle knock on the door. I walked up to the door and true to my secret service training I grabbed a paper and held it up against the spyhole in the door as I stood to the side. Satisfied I wasn't going to get my head blown off I looked through it. As soon as I saw the woman in burqa my thoughts went to Hasna, but then I realized. Of course Saida's friend, Aliyah would be wearing a burqa too, coming from a strict muslim family. I opened the door to let her in. "Welcome" I said. I got no reply but Saida had told me she spoke no English so it didn't bother me. I motioned for her to step into my lounge. I had just prepared some chai and poured some in a cup. She could probably smell the chai before I even handed her the cup and she accepted it quietly. I thought I could see her eyes smile inside the burqa. I went up to her and grabbed the hem of the burqa. I didn't lift it until she nodded, almost imperceptibly. I lifted the heavy veil and was greeted by the most beautiful young Pakistani face I'd ever seen. Her long dark hair fell down her back. She smiled uncertainly so I smiled back as warmly as I could to reassure her. Words seemed superfluous. I sat down on the black leather sofa next to her, half facing her. I smiled to myself as I remembered she was sitting on the slightly soiled patch where Saida's juices had leaked onto my sofa yesterday. I was wearing nothing more than my white dressing gown. It slid apart slightly across my chest and I saw Aliyah take good look. She seemed reserved and hesitant but not apprehensive. I wondered if she was going to go through with this. Hell, I wondered if I was going to go through with this. She was such a sweet young innocent looking thing. But as she raised her cup to drink some chai I saw the outline of her nipple poking through the material of her clothing. That was enough. I wanted her alright. I gestured to her to finish her chai and waited patiently. As she put the cup down on the side table I moved closer to her. My dressing gown slid apart a bit more revealing one of my nipples. I made no move to cover up and Aliyah let her eyes rest on my chest. I put my hand underneath her chin and pulled it up so I could give her a kiss. It was a soft gently kiss. Aliyah again seemed hesitant at first but followed my lead very well and the kissing got more and more passionate. I broke off the kissing and pulled the gown down over my shoulders baring my breasts. I pinched my nipples hard, it always excites me. I reached for her hand and after letting her caress the shape of my breasts briefly I put her fingers on my nipples. She quickly got the idea and squeezed my nipples hard. I put my hand around her head and pulled her towards me. She soon took my nipples in her mouth and sucked hard on them, pulling on them, even using her teeth. Good, this girl was catching on quick. Keen to see more of her I stood up and pulled her up to standing. I gestured to her to get rid of her robe. She pulled it off in one swift movement and stood before me wearing only her black underwear. I walked around behind her and opened the clasp of her bra sliding my hands forward taking her breasts in my hand. They were small but firm and crowned by lovely, almost conical areolas with hard, pointy nipples. She leant her head to the side and kissed me as I fondled her breasts. Her tongue was getting more adventurous and I was really starting to enjoy myself. I sat down on the sofa again and pulled her towards me pulling down her knickers myself. To my surprise she was clean shaven. In fact it only just occurred to me that she was actually completely hairless all over apart form her long hair and her immaculately plucked eyebrows. I pulled her right leg up on the sofa next to me to get a closer look. She provided no resistance and showed no shyness or reluctance. She had slim body with a flat stomach and long slender legs. Her pussy was small and I could see the pink wetness within, her pussy almost overflowing. Her inner lips were poking through her outer, forming a pout just begging to be touched. I couldn't help myself. I let my fingers run along those lips, feeling her juices seep onto my fingers. She was so wet. She just stood there giving me hardly any reaction but she certainly wasn't resisting, just looked at me expectantly. I could hardly contain my excitement but didn't want to rush things. I turned her around to check out her bum. Like the rest of her it was brown, slim and firm. I pushed the small of her back gently holding onto her hips and she got it straight away. She bent forward, showing roundness of her hips despite her slimness and bent way down. She pushed her legs apart a bit and looked up at me through her legs, smiling. She was obviously a very flexible girl too. I slapped her arse softly and leant forward, no longer able to resist those wet lips, pregnant with juices. The wetness spread over my chin as I let my tongue forage around in her pussy. I nibbled her soft lips and sucked them into my mouth, then let my tongue find her clit. Aliyah whimpered softly. To sit there and nibble at her virgin pussy was sheer delight. I took one of her lips between mine in turn and pulled them out even further. Then I sucked both into my mouth and let my tongue slip between them. The feeling of those soft slippery lips in my mouth turned me on so much. I think I could have carried on like that for eons but I was woken from my reveries by insistent tugging on the belt of my gown. I let her turn around and sit down on the floor in front of me. Getting rid of my gown I threw it on the floor. "I could get used to this" I thought to myself as Aliyah sat there between my legs staring at my pussy, thinking back to how Saida had sat in exactly the same position just yesterday. Aliyah's breasts were smaller but just as pert and those nipples just begged to be sucked. I spread my legs wider and patiently waited while Aliyah tentatively explored my pussy with her fingers. She let her fingers run through my soft trimmed bush and slid them along the outline of my lips. She gently played with my clit with her fingertips. I soon wanted more though and I leant forward to put my hand at the back of her head. Aliyah just smiled at me, clearly knowing full well what I wanted and happy to comply. She bent down and put her lips and tongue to work on my pussy. A bit tentatively at first but she knew what to do and soon had me on the verge of an orgasm. I tried to relax and enjoy it for as long as I could but soon I was going to come or explode. "Oh god, yes baby, yes, yes, that's it baby, yeeeees." I couldn't stop myself from shouting. "Yeees, yes, fuck yes!" Feeling the orgasm wash over me I could see Aliyah's eyes smiling as she kept her tongue on my clit. 'Your turn is coming up baby, don't you worry' I thought to myself. As soon as I felt my legs would hold me I stood up and took Aliyah's hand. I took her over to the bedroom and sat her down on the bed. I let her lie down and pulled her over onto her tummy. Her bum was tight but beautifully rounded. Wetness glistened in between her cheeks. I softly caressed her back and bum, then put my tongue to that lovely wet crack. She immediately responded by lifting her bum to meet my tongue and spread her legs slightly to give me better access. I lapped up her the juices spread between her butt cheeks. Her musky smell was divine and the skin of her bum was flawlessly smooth. I licked her bum clean and parted her bum cheeks with my hands. Her puckered arse winked at me. I couldn't resist putting my tongue to it. I'd never done this before and I was sure Aliyah had never had it done to her but she just whimpered gently pushing her arse up to meet my tongue. My hand found its way down to her pussy and two fingers slipped inside. Her juices were so plentiful my whole hand was soon all slippery, which gave me an idea. I turned her over on the bed so she lay on her back. All her initial hesitation had now turned to eagerness and she shuffled up close to me her thighs spread wide open. I wiped the juices on my hand down the crack I'd just licked clean and put my fingers in her pussy again drawing out her juices. When there was a nice thick trail of wetness from her pussy to her arse hole I put two fingers to it, gently massaging it. I wasn't sure how she'd feel about my fingers going up the 'wrong' hole but Aliyah seemed completely relaxed. One of my fingers slipped in easily, followed by the second. I looked up at her face. She just smiled at me, perfectly content for me to be fucking her arse with my fingers. She shuffled her bum around slightly, trying to get my fingers in deeper. 'Horny little monkey' I thought. Pushing my fingers right in I reached up with my thumb and started playing with her clitoris. Aliyah wasn't very vocal but started giving me soft aaah's or oooh's every time I did something new. I slipped my thumb inside her and replaced it with my tongue. Aliyah pulled her legs even wider with her hands on her thighs to give me better access. Her little clit was gorgeous, responding beautifully to my tongue. Eventually I looked up at her face and could see that the smile was gone, now replaced a much more urgent expression. As she caught my eye she went: "Aaah, mmmmmaaaah, aaaaaaaahhhh. Ooh, ooh, ooh, aaayyyyeee." One of her hands grabbed the duvet, the other the hair at the back of my head. She couldn't lie still. The whole bed was shaking as she was suddenly in the throes of coming. "Aaarrr, aaahh, eeeeyyyyeeeoooohhh, oh, oh, oooohhh." As she finally grew quiet I couldn't resist smothering my face in her wetness, spreading it all over my lips and cheeks. She was panting and giggling quietly. Suddenly was a knock on the door. Most people would probably have ignored it but as a secret service agent I couldn't afford to. I did my usual checking routine. Didn't bother to put any clothes on as I had no intention of opening the door, but when I saw Saida standing there I just impulsively opened it. "Is she here?" she asked. "Who? Aliyah? Yeah she's here." "I'm sorry" she blurted out. "I just had to come. I was... I'm... I'm jealous I think." "Jealous? Of me or her?" "You. I mean her. I mean... I don't know." She then suddenly seemed to register that I was naked and seemed to get quite embarrassed. Next she noticed my face was all wet. "Is that...?" "Yes it is. She's beautiful, isn't she?" I put one hand on her arm and to try to reassure her but I'm sure she would have turned and run had Aliyah not suddenly bounded into my hallway like an excited puppy. She grabbed Saida's hand and dragged her into my lounge, blabbering away in their own dialect. I didn't understand a word but it looked like Aliyah had saved the situation. Aliyah sat Saida down on my sofa and kept talking to her, giggling as she went on. Saida was slowly starting to smile and visibly starting to relax. I went and sat down next to Aliyah who was sitting with her knees bent facing Saida. As they kept talking I watched Aliyah's beautiful back and bum. I couldn't help myself. I slid one hand under her bum, my finger between her cheeks. Aliyah never stopped talking but she immediately responded by raising her bum a little so I could reach her pussy. 'She really is one horny little minx' I thought to myself. Eventually I slid off the sofa and knelt on the floor next to Aliyah. "Everything OK" I asked Saida. She smiled embarrassedly. "Yeah, everything's fine. It sounds like you two have had a great time." "We have. And I don't think Aliyah has had enough yet. Neither have I." I dropped my eyes and checked that Saida did the same. I had stopped moving my hand between Aliyah's legs but she was now gently moving her hips, fucking my fingers. "Why don't you join us?" I don't think Aliyah could understand what I was saying but she certainly agreed with the sentiment. She started tugging on her friend's T shirt and Saida let her pull it up over her head. They both just sat there for a moment looking at each other breasts. Aliyah bent down to kiss Saida. She was also the first to start fondling her friend's breasts but Saida soon followed suit. When they were both squeezing each others nipples I said: "Suck them." I said it to either really but of course Saida was the only one who understood me. She leant over and took the slimmer girls left nipple in her mouth. "Gorgeously suckable little breasts aren't they?" Saida gave me a muffled affirmative continuing to suckle her friend's nipple. Aliyah started grinding my fingers more urgently. Seeing how much Saida enjoying nibbling her friend's breasts I said: "Just wait until you taste her pussy." Saida groaned loudly as soon as I'd said it. I felt her fingers meet mine on Aliyah's pussy. I think she'd decided to join us. I let Saida play with those gorgeous slippery lips for a while then started pulled her legs until her bum slipped down onto the floor. She looked very disappointed having Aliyah's nipple slip out of her mouth but I knew that wasn't going to last long. I put Saida's head back onto the sofa and didn't even have to tell Aliyah what I had in mind. She was already holding onto the back rest and swinging one leg over Saida. I pushed her bum back a bit as I leant up to Saida's face. "This is what you wanted all along isn't it? To lick your friend's pussy?" Saida looked at me a bit sheepishly and nodded. I just smiled at her. "Well enjoy it honey, it's gorgeous." I took hold of Aliyah's hips and pulled her back slowly towards her friends face. When she was just above Saida's face I held her there. Aliyah's lips were hanging down tantalizingly a couple of inches above Saida's eyes. "Aren't they beautiful?" I whispered to Saida. "See how wet and horny she is? Why don't you put just the tip of my tongue on that drop of fluid hanging from her lips and just let it seep slowly into your mouth." Saida craned her neck up and did just that. A movement of her hand caught my eye and as I looked down I could see her holding her left breast, lifting it up as if she wanted me to kiss it. I bent down and took it in my mouth. Her breast was gorgeously soft to lips but the nipple was hard as a nut. I got quite carried away nibbling the nipples on those lovely round globes of hers. When I looked up again Aliyah had let her pussy sink a bit further down, but not further than Saida still just nibble at her pussy if she wanted. She was raising and lowering her head taking those beautiful lips into her mouth, letting her mouth slide down them then sucking them back in again. "Oooooh" I groaned, "that looks so good. I bet those lovely juices are just filling up your mouth." "Mmmmm" Saida agreed, new letting her tongue slide up and down Aliyah's pussy like it was an ice cream cone. "Aaaaah" Aliyah sighed when her friend hit her clitoris. I could just see Saida's tongue disappear between the folds of Aliyah's pussy as she sank down fully onto her friend's face. Saida groaned in pleasure, but she wanted more. Her hand found my head and pushed it down her chest and stomach. I slid down between her legs, quickly unbuttoned her jeans and swept them off with her knickers in one swift movement. I looked at her sex. Sucking her friend's pussy had clearly excited her, she was already as wet as she's been yesterday. She didn't have the spectacularly exciting looking lips of Aliyah's, but her pussy was still a very tasty substitute. I could hear a muffled "MmmmMmmmmMmMmMmMM" from Saida as my tongue started working on her clitoris. She was definitely the noisier of the two. Looking up I could see Aliyah's hips swaying slightly erratically as she ground her pussy onto Saida's face. 'She's not far from coming' I had time to think before she started: "Aaahh, eeeeyy, eeeoooohhh, oh, oh, ooooooooooooooohhh" She collapsed forward onto the backrest of the sofa. Saida grabbed her arm and dragged her down so she could kiss her. Aliyah murmured something to Saida but her reply didn't sound very coherent. I think my tongue on her clitoris might have had something to do with that. Aliyah quickly cottoned onto this and joined me on the floor. "I think your friend wants to eat your pussy too honey" I said looking up at Saida. "Oh I don't care who does it, just make me come. I need to come." I moved to the side and let Aliyah move in between Saida's thighs. "Why don't you tell your friend. I think she'd love to hear it." Saida spoke in her dialect and Aliyah had a broad smile on her beautiful face as she let her tongue sink into her friend's pussy. "And that goes for me to" I said and swung my leg over Saida's face. I didn't mind giving up the prime spot as long as got my own pussy seen to. I did it facing Aliyah though so that when she realized what I'd done we could put our heads side to side and both let our tongues play over Saida's clit. I was quite enjoying seeing how enthusiastically Aliyah went at it though so after a while I just sat back watching her eat her friend out. I enjoyed being eaten out too, Saida was doing a great job again. I lifted her hands to my breasts and she started playing with them. "That's it baby, squeeze those nipples, I love it." I must say, for two young inexperienced girls they were catching on quick. I looked down and saw Aliyah working her fingers into Saida. Not sure if they were going into her pussy or her arse, as the tongue working her friend's clit was in the way, but I suddenly felt I wanted something up my own bum. I loved what Saida was doing to my breasts though so I just slipped one of my own fingers back and started fingering myself. I could believe how horny I was, kneeling on my lounge floor with a finger up my arse, sitting on this gorgeous 18 year old's face, who was squeezing my nipples while I was watching her friend eat her pussy out. We were all groaning and moaning now. Saida was the loudest despite being muffled by my pussy. It all brought my orgasm on really quickly. I think I even came before Saida, who was now thrashing around underneath me like she didn't know what to do with herself. In a crescendo of wails and moans we both came and we all collapsed in a heap. We all held onto each other for a while before I slowly extracted myself. Agent Amanda "If you don't mind, Hasna?" I found myself saying. Hasna smiled happily as ever. "Great. You sit." She directed Hamid and me to a lounge suite and had us sit down on sofas next to each other before disappearing into the bedroom. I smiled at Hamid who looked relaxed. "Hasna loves these re-enactments." I wondered exactly what he meant by "re-enactments" but decided to say nothing. I smiled back at him but probably looked decidedly less relaxed. Hamid offered me another drink which I gratefully accepted feeling a bit tense at this point. He sat down next to me again as Hasna walked in wearing her first few purchases from Harrods. She said a few words to Hamid and I picked up on "Harrods". "Hasna is just telling me where you got these items of clothing" Hamid explained. "I guessed as much." Next Hasna turned up in a lacy bra and knickers set, also from Harrods. I had been right about her body being similar to mine but curvier due to her narrow waist. She was plain gorgeous and her skin was a flawless even brown. I think I was more attracted to her than Hamid was, he seemed very passive and restrained, more like he had been at the High Commission than what he had been like earlier this evening. I wondered if Hasna was getting excited the way I had been earlier the same day. Soon Hasna was wearing the tiny tanga bikini. I was in awe of her smooth firm bum and firm looking breasts as she twirled around in front of us. Hasna was chattering away a bit more now. Hamid had stopped translating. I suddenly realised Hasna had worn the bikini the way I first did and when Hamid was starting to adjust the bikini in just the same way she had done on me. He even let his fingers run over her breasts and her bikini bottoms in the same way. Hasna was telling him what had happened in the shop! I got angry and embarrassed. But stronger still was my excitement as I saw two dark areolas and two firm nipples just hidden but trying to break free from Hasna's bikini top. I don't know why but I just wanted to see those nipples and remembering what the last garment was I said nothing. Hasna disappeared and soon came back in wearing the sheer silk teddy. It was just as tight on her as it had been on me and her nipples stood long and proud poking through the silk. She twirled around Hamid caught her hand pulling her in as she spoke a few words. Another few words and his hands were feeling the silk and running over her lovely breasts before finding her pussy through the fabric. I was wondering what would happen next when Hasna stepped back. I could see a faint wet mark on the teddy just outlining her pussy lips. I found myself wanting to see more. Hasna spoke again and Hamid translated. "Hasna tells me that the last garments she bought for you. I believe you are wearing them." His voice was very detached showing no trace of excitement which I was surprisingly annoyed by. "I'm sorry I'm not actually. But I do have them here" I said and pulled them out of my handbag. "Maybe you would like to model them for me Hasna?" It wasn't until she replied I realised what I had actually said. "I will, for you" she replied looking at me. I was going to correct myself saying I meant "for Hamid" but then thought "Oh bugger it, I'm enjoying this much more than he is so why not?" I was hoping she would let me do to her what she had done to me. To my disappointment she was wearing a bathrobe when she came out again but I soon realised why. She came up to me and put her burqa over my head then stepped back. I adjusted the burqa so that I could see and nodded to her. She let her bathrobe fall to the floor. Her nipples stood out in all their glory and she walked up to me so I could touch them. I had never touched another woman's breasts before, let alone in front of her husband so I turned my head to look over at Hamid. Hasna stopped me though, making me look at her instead. She took my hands and made me squeeze her nipples. She moaned quietly increasing her pitch as I squeezed harder, letting me know she was enjoying it. Suddenly she pushed my hands down. Stepping back slightly she pulled the crotchless knickers aside and parted her pussy lips. A glorious pink slit stood out against her brown skin. I let my fingers slide along her lips. I slipped a finger inside and was surprised how wet she was. I could feel my own juices flowing and realised Hasna was as excited as I was. Remembering what Hasna had done I pulled my hand away and put it up under the burqa. I could smell the aroma. I was surprised how much it excited me but I still couldn't put my fingers in my mouth. I had never tasted another woman before. Hasna put two fingers in her pussy and held them out to me. I could see her juices glistening on her fingers. I lifted the burqa up over my mouth. I think Hasna could see me hesitating so she just gently let her fingers slide across my lips. I licked my lips and found myself wanting more. I looked up at Hasna and opened my mouth. She smiled and put her fingers in my mouth. We both moaned simultaneously as my fingers found her clitoris at the same time. Hasna spoke again. "She saying you asked her to make you come." Amazingly I wasn't embarrassed. I just looked up at Hasna and smiled. She smiled back at me. I turned to Hamid. "I did, but the shop assistant came in and interrupted us." Hasna spoke again. "She's asking if you will let her make you come now instead?" There was still no trace of excitement in his voice. I looked at Hasna. "Please" she said. She pulled the burqa off my head and bent down to kiss me. A female tongue entered my mouth for the first time. The sweetness of the kiss took me by surprise. My passionate response was all the answer she needed. She leant over me started to unbutton my blouse. She quickly dispensed of my bra and caressed my breasts. I couldn't believe I was letting her do this to me, especially in front of her cold husband. As she bent down to kiss my breasts I looked over at Hamid. He was just sitting there looking like he was watching the TV news or something. Hasna put her head to the side a little so Hamid could watch her tongue playing over my nipples. We both looked over at him but his expression didn't change. I don't know whether I was more annoyed with his indifference or impressed by his restraint. "Yes suck those nipples" I said to Hasna, but my words were really directed at Hamid. I wanted him to get excited; I wanted him to want me, to want us both. "This isn't going to plan" I thought, remembering my assignment briefly before Hasna took all of my attention away from that as well as from Hamid. She was biting one of my nipples while squeezing the other hard with her fingers. "Oh baby" I whispered. She looked up at me with that gorgeous, happy smile. It was a smile anyone could fall in love with. She unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt. I lifted my bum slightly to allow her to pull it off. Her fingers grazed my wet knickers. Impatiently I pulled my knickers down. Kneeling in front of me she just watched my pussy for a moment, while unclasping and letting her bra fall to the floor. Seemingly unconsciously her hands wandered to her own breasts squeezing her nipples. They seemed even larger than before. Even though I was desperate for her to make me come I suddenly had this overwhelming urge to put those dark brown nipples in my mouth. I leant forward and caressed her breasts sucking one nipple into my mouth then the other. The feeling of those hard, yet yielding, nipples in my mouth was indescribable. When I finally broke away I noticed she was touching her own pussy, her finger playing over her clitoris. "Take them off" I said huskily. She slipped her knickers off. Lifting her wet fingers to my face she spoke again. "Have you ever licked pussy?' Hamid translated. "Never." My fingers found her clitoris again. Looking deep into each other eyes her voice seduced me again. "Please let mine be the first" Hamid translated. I took her fingers in my mouth, tasting her juices again. "Please." Hamid spoke again, sounding like he meant it. This time Hasna had said nothing. I pulled Hasna onto the sofa and slipped down onto the floor. In the corner of my eye I saw Hamid sitting upright giving us his full attention. Hasna spread her legs parting her pussy lips again. Her clitoris stood proud clear of its hood. I let my tongue slide up her lips tasting getting soaked in juices before running it softly over her clitoris. I was loving it. The smell, the taste, the slippery feeling of her pussy on my lips and tongue, everything. She was moaning loudly. That excited me even more. Her legs went round the back of my neck pushing me into her pussy. I was feeding off her excitement, pushing my tongue deep into her pussy. I could tell she was getting close to coming. I ran my tongue insistently over her clit. "Oh, Amanda, Amanda, Amaaah, aah, aah..." Her voice trailed off and all the tension went out of her body. After a few seconds Hasna started smiled again and started laughing as she spoke. "Now will you let me make you come?" I heard behind me. "Of course" I said to Hasna "I'll kill you if you don't." I sat up on the sofa and pulled Hasna into me for a kiss. As she kissed my neck and down I looked over at Hamid. He was now leaning forward in his seat and there was an obvious bulge in his trousers which had not been there before. As Hasna was paying attention to my breasts I spread my legs apart a bit further and started playing with my pussy making sure Hamid could see what I was doing. I could see his cock straining against his trousers. "That's better" I was thinking and somehow I said it out loud. Hamid responded, but it was something in his local tongue. Hasna just continued to kiss my body, going down over my stomach. She was kissing my stomach, my thighs, my groin, anywhere but my pussy. That, as well as the sight of Hamid's cock straining against those thin cotton trousers, was driving me nuts. "Oh go on. Lick me" I implored looking down at Hasna. "Show me" I begged looking at Hamid. He said something and Hasna answered quickly, giving me her trademark smile before sinking her tongue right in deep between my pussy lips. She quickly found my clitoris. "Oh yes" I said before closing my eyes briefly. Through half open eyes I saw a sight which made my eyes go "Bing" and open wide. Hamid had pulled down his fly and had his hand inside his trousers. A second later his cock sprung free. Now he was excited alright. He had one of the biggest cocks I'd ever seen and it was standing to attention. "Oh yes baby. Touch it for me." Hamid followed my request, slowly running his hand up and down it. That was it. With Hasna eagerly licking my clit watching him do that brought me to the edge. "Oh, God, your husband has a beautiful cock, oh, aaaah, don't stop" I blubbered as I grabbed Hasna's curls firmly to make sure she didn't stop until I wanted her to. She timed it perfectly though and eased off just at the right time, giving me a beautiful orgasm. Just as I was recovering Hasna jumped up next to me on the sofa and gave me a long slow kiss. Our kiss soon became passionate, we both clearly wanted more. Meanwhile Hamid had wasted no time. When Hasna turned and crawled over to him he was already in the nude. She took his cock in her hands and stroked it tenderly. Turning to me she said "Come play." I stood up and walked over. Hasna let me take Hamid's cock in my hands. It was big, hard and beautiful to touch. "Smell" said Hasna. I looked at her questioningly. Hamid laughed. I think she means "Taste." Hasna giggled. "Yes taste." "She wants you to suck my cock." I was dying to put that dark brown cock in my mouth, but bizarrely thoughts about my assignment and my career shot through my head again. I squeezed and pushed the foreskin up over the head of Hamid's cock. A drop of clear liquid formed at the eye of his cock. That was it. I had to taste him. I caught that drop with the tip of my tongue and sunk my mouth down deep over his cock. Its warmth filled my mouth. God I love a cock in my mouth. I felt a hand at the back of my head. I thought it was Hamid but as I came up and let my tongue circle round the tip of his cock I glanced over and saw that it was Hasna's. "Good cock?" she said questioningly. "Mmmmm" I replied never lifting my lips from Hamid's cock. "Bloody excellent cock" I thought to myself. Feeling greedy I finally lifted my head and offered Hamid's cock to Hasna. She smiled and took it in her mouth. Incredibly she took almost all of it in despite its size. Coming back up she was just kissing the tip from the side so I joined her on the other side. Our lips and tongues met playing with each other and Hamid's cock all at the same time. God it was making me horny. Finally the hand on the back of my head encouraged me to take Hamid deep into my mouth again. My mouth had never been so full of hard glorious cock. I felt Hasna's lips kissing my neck, then slowly move down my back. She reached the crack of my arse and licked the top of it. She spoke a few words to Hamid and dragged him onto the floor. Her hand was on the back of my neck again encouraging me to resume sucking his cock. Hasna grabbed my hips and lifted my arse up in the air. As her tongue was sliding down my crack her hands pulled my cheeks apart. I felt her tongue find the rosy bud of my arsehole as fingers slipped into my pussy. No one had ever done this to me before, but it felt so hot and sexy. I was whimpering continuously, my sounds only muffled by Hamid's massive cock. I vaguely heard Hasna say something. "She thinks you need to be fucked." I pulled up my head and Hasna pushed my hips forward gently. "I do" I said. "I really need this cock inside me." Hasna already had Hamid's cock in her hand and guided it into my pussy as I sank down on him. "Oh fuck it's big" I shouted as he filled my pussy. Hasna's hand reached round from behind and found my breasts, pinching my nipples. I was in seventh heaven. I turned my head and tried to kiss Hasna but I was bouncing up and down on Hamid's cock too hard. Hasna moved around and put her knees on either side of Hamid's head. She let her gorgeous brown and pink pussy sink onto Hamid's waiting lips. Then she grabbed my head and gave me a long, deep kiss. It made me slow down my fucking of Hamid, taking his cock in long, deep strokes. Hasna hands moved to pinch my nipples, then I felt fingers on my clitoris. "Good, slow" she said and kept pinching my nipple and play with my clit. I think it was the slowest, most sensuous fuck I've had and my pleasure just kept rising. I kept wanting to fuck Hamid harder but Hasna pinched my nipple hard keeping me in a deliciously slow tortured motion. I could tell she was close to coming to as her breathing got more and more laboured. "Now... we... come...aaahhhh" she said and as soon as she'd spoken I screamed out as my orgasm overwhelmed me. I felt Hamid buck into me urgently a few times, Hasna screamed out to, no translation necessary, and we both collapsed on top of Hamid. A few moments later Hasna and Hamid exchanged some words and laughter. "Hasna would like to thank you for coming for dinner" Hamid said and laughed again. "It was my pleasure" I replied with a smile. Later, as I was leaving I thought I thought what a complete failure I had been as a Secret Service agent. Luckily, no one had anyway of finding out what had happed behind those closed doors. And no one could question my dedication as I had every intention of persevering with this case. This was one case I wanted to work on until its final conclusion.