by Gayle Riley
For the next few days, they trailed Sergei as usual. Unfortunately, or maybe it was for the best, during that period he didn’t stay in any of the hotel rooms that had been bugged and fitted with cameras. He was a slick bastard, pretty smart too. He must have sensed that they were hot on his trail. Which meant that they would have to move in sooner or later. Enough of this evidence gathering. Bring him in, shake him up, let him show his hand, force him to make a mistake. They could ply him with drinks and drugs, open his mind up, get him to relax, then sabotage himself.
When Friday finally arrived, Kowalski could feel her fleshy body on fire with sexual energy. Whatever happened by the end of the day, one of her fantasies would be fulfilled. And she would get to play again with Nolte. Since their encounter in the car, the head session, the slurping and sucking session, they had kept up their usual banter. But of course, the sexual tension was even higher than usual.
Early Friday evening they sat in the patrol car, Nolte behind the wheel. Sergei was a couple blocks away in a restaurant meeting with a woman. Of course. An actress. Of course.
“This guy has a new woman every damn day,” Nolte said. “He must be full of cum.”
She snorted and laughed, spitting out the juice that she was sipping.
“I’m serious. All that fucking and getting sucked offsets really tiring.”
She turned towards him with a big smile and swirled her tongue around her lips.
“Is that right, Big Boy?” She replied.
She reached out, rubbed his thigh, eyes locked on his the whole time, moving her hand up and down, back and forth, each time coming a little bit closer to the thick, growing bulge in his crotch. She could already feel her mouth watering and her pussy beginning to dampen with excitement.
“So today’s the day, right?” she said.
He turned toward her with a confident smile. “Today’s the day. And I know just how it’s going to happen.”
“So do I get to choose whether or not we use lube when I shove my fist into your sweet ass?”
“No, Miss Kowalski. You’re going to get fucked at both ends. Spit roasted by some prime FBI cock and some pretty fine Russian spy cock. Hopefully, one of us will slide right into your tight ass.”
She grinned and raised an eyebrow. “My ass? You think I can take all of this cock in my ass?”
She grabbed the cock bulge and squeezed.
“I know you’re a tough bitch, Kowaski. You’ll be able to handle all the sweet Irish meat.”
Chapter 6
For the last several days, Sergei hadn’t noticed the black police car trailing him. But he wasn’t naive. He was sure they were around, somewhere. They had probably picked up on the fact that he knew he was being followed. He was always careful to move around, but on that Friday night, he didn’t feel like playing a game of cat and mouse. Instead, he felt like spending time in the Trump Tower. It was his favorite hotel by far. He smiled when he thought about the fun that he had there with the two ladies the other night, Diana and Caroline, a real nasty, no holds barred, fuck and suck session. A threesome. That’s the way he liked it. Two women always made it more fun.
He was hard and horny. But for a change, he had nothing lined up for that evening. Michelle, the b-actress that he had dinner with, wasn’t going to be able to come over. She had a b-level audition early in the morning. He was a little disappointed. But he convinced himself that maybe a nice relaxing evening in the hotel, just watching TV, sipping champagne, getting some good delivery Thai, was just what he needed. A little bit of rest would give him time to get the fuck juices flowing through his balls again. Every now and then it was important to take a break, recharge and reload.
He rode the elevator up to the 17th floor and whistled as he walked down the hallway to his room.
He pulled the card key out of his wallet.
“Excuse me, sir, can you help me?” A sweet feminine voice asked. He grinned and turned around. A fleshy and quite attractive blond with green eyes looked up at him. She seemed young and naive. He licked his lips.
“Yes, pretty lady, I would love to help you. What is it you’d like me to do for you?”
The young women blinked several times, lowered her eyes, then raised them back up, smiling shyly.
Wow! he said to himself. This one looks like she could be a lot of fun. Get a few drinks in her and introduce her to some nose candy and she might really get wild.
She was holding a plastic ice bucket in one hand. She held it up and smiled awkwardly. “I was wondering if your suite has an ice maker in it. Mine does but it’s broken. Is yours working?”
“Yes, I’m almost certain that the ice maker is working. Would you like to come inside?”
The woman swallowed hard, batted eyelashes again and turned bright red. This was almost going to be too easy. Way too fucking easy, he said to himself.
“Yes, please. If you don’t mind,” she said.
A wolfish grin cut across his face. His imagination rushed into various different erotic paths. “No problem.”
He held the door open for her. She lowered her head and walked past him. His eyes followed the movement of her ass in her tight stretch pants which looked0 quite delicious. No older than 25. Fleshy and full.
He closed the door behind him and sauntered into the spacious suite. “Just sit down on the couch.” He took the woman’s bucket and headed toward the fridge. Halfway there, he spun around. “Let me offer you a drink before you leave. It is a custom of my people.”
“No, sir. That’s okay. You don’t have to go through that trouble.”
“It’s no trouble at all. Another custom of my people is that we always have a lot to drink.”
“Okay, sir. That’s fine.”
“Excellent! What is your name, young lady?”
“Amanda. Amanda Kowaski.”
“Kowalski? That’s a nice Polish name. My name is Sergei Bronov. I’m Russian. Have you ever been there by any chance?”
She shook her head from side to side. “No, I haven’t. But I’ve heard it’s beautiful.”
“Why yes, thank you! It is quite beautiful. He popped open a bottle of champagne and poured them both a glass, then carried them over to the couch. He handed her one and sat down.
BANG! BANG! There were two hard knocks against the door. Sergei’s eyes opened wide with surprise. Who the hell could that be? he wondered. He stared at the woman in front of him, brow furrowed, eyes narrowing.
“You didn’t tell anyone you were coming here, did you? Husband? Or boyfriend, perhaps?”
She shook her head from side to side. “No, sir I’m staying alone.”
“Well, I guess we’re going to have to postpone our toast for a few minutes. Let me go see who it is.”
He rubbed his chin as he walked slowly toward the door, trying to figure out who it could be. Another woman? That wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Sometimes they just showed up out of nowhere, whether or not they knew he was staying at a particular hotel on a particular evening. That could happen. And if one of them saw another woman there what would happen? Nothing much. He would welcome her to come and join the party.
And more likely than not she would accept.
He looked through the keyhole but didn’t see anyone. He was going to walk back to the couch but decided to open the door. Maybe it was a prankster. On Friday nights that type of stuff could happen. People knocking on doors, thinking they were funny. He pulled open the door, look right then…
AWWW!
A muscular hand gripped tightly around his neck and pushed him into the apartment. The door slammed shut behind them. The grip only grew tighter. He could feel the air being cut off. He fought and scratched. But then he was attacked from behind. A hard knee slammed into his back. He fell to the floor. A few hard shots landed to his jaw.
“What the hell? he said, lying on the floor, arms up in the air, pleading for mercy.
The blonde woman that he had let into the apartment stood next to the man who had grabb
ed him by the neck assaulted him. They both took out badges.
“What the fuck?” Sergei said.
“FBI?”
“What the hell are you doing here? Serge said, indignantly.
“Don’t worry,” the man said. We’re not here to arrest you for spying. But we do want something from you. And we expect you to give it to us. I’d hate for the word to get back to Moscow that you have become a double agent, instead of doing their dirty work.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
The woman took off her light spring jacket. She was wearing a t-shirt that had FBI over the breast pocket. He couldn’t help noticing how full and succulent her breasts looked. He licked his lips, suddenly turned on by her.
“Maybe it’s true. Maybe it’s not. Do you really want to take a chance?”
“Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Agent Nolte. And this is Agent Kowalski. We were watching you the other night.”
“You’ve been following me for the last three weeks. That black car.”
“Very good, Sergei,” Agent Kowalski said, bending down and extending her hand towards his crotch and squeezing it. His eyes opened wide. What kind of FBI agent was this? What did they want from him? “And you were very good the other night as well.” Her tongue swirled around her lips. “I mean we saw you playing with those two girls the other night. The blonde and the brunette. We saw the orgy and the coke. We were watching from our car.”
“You Americans get sicker and sicker.”
“Cut the shit,” Agent Nolte said. “I know you Russians love recording people in hotels so you can use it as blackmail later on.”
“So what do you want from me?
The two agents stared at each other in silence for a moment.
“We would like to play with you,” Nolte said.
“Play with me? What are you talking about?”
Nolte explained his idea. A threesome. Both he and Sergei would spit roast, fuck Agent Kowalski from behind and from the front. Then Agent Kowalski would play with both of their asses, shoving her rubbed up fist deep into and giving them incredible G-spot orgasms.
Sergei shook his head in disbelief.
“I’m not sure about the whole fisting thing. But I definitely wouldn’t mind fucking her.
She’s a little bit heavier than what I usually like but—”
His words were cut short as Kowaski squeezed his cock incredibly hard.
“AWWWW!” ne yelped. “You crazy bitch!”
Nolte shook his head from side to side. “Now you’re getting into the spirit. Agent Kowaski likes when you talk tough to her. She may be sweet and pretty and blonde but she’s quite tough.
“This is insane,” Sergei said, shaking his head from side to side.
Chapter 7
Kowaski’s entire body was on fire with lust. She was going to get pounded from the front and from behind. She couldn’t wait. Both men tore at her clothes, ripping her shirt off, then her bra, tearing at her stretch pants, then her already wet panties.
Within moments all three of them were butt naked. She was surrounded by two hunky men. Sergei’s body was a bit more well-defined than Nolte’s. But they were both very attractive. And they both had rock hard cocks that were standing at full attention.
She dropped down to her knees in front of them, reached out and took hold of their cocks. She moved her mouth from one to the other, back and forth, from one to the other, and as she pushed her head down further and further on Sergei’s cock, Nolte jerked off with one hand and played with her tits with the other. Sergei’s dick was absolutely beautiful, thick and muscular with veins snaking up and down. It tasted so delicious. She knew that he would have no problem filling her up and busting her wide open.
Nolte told Sergei to turn around.
“Let her put her tongue in your ass,” he continued.
Kowaski grinned lustily and wickedly. Eat some ass? It wasn’t something she’d ever done before. But she had definitely fantasized about it. She loved a man who wasn’t afraid to experiments, to open himself up, to feel new things, to allow her to tickle, touch, and tease his G-spot.
Sergei turned around and bent over. He was smooth shaven. She appreciated that. With both her hands she spread his ass cheeks and began licking around the rim of his hole.
“Stand up, Kowaski,” Nolte said. “I’m going to give your ass a sweet rimming too.”
She obeyed the command, got off her knees and bent over. She loved the feel Nolte’s strong hands on her ass cheeks spreading them wide. She moaned as she felt his tongue beginning to jab in and out of her hole.
She imitated the motion with Sergei’s ass, jabbing her tongue in and out, pushing it in deeper and deeper, then under her tongue, she slipped in a finger and then another one. His hold was beginning to loosen up. Wow! So damn freaky! A train of ass eating!
Sergei turned around, grabbed her by the chin, bent down, and kissed her, swirling his tongue in her mouth, tasting his own ass in juice. What a bunch of freaks! So fucking kinky!
Nolte turned her around and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his torso. Sergei grabbed Nolte’s cock and helped guide it into her pussy. So damn kinky.
Nolte began moving in and out of her. Sergei got underneath them. He took turns licking Nolte’s cock as it went in and out of her and her wet dripping pussy. She could feel the juices beginning to leak down her legs. Sergei kissed the insides of her thighs. Then he began fingering her ass hole, slowly loosening her up.
“Hold on. I’ll be right back,” the sexy Russian said. “I’m going to get some lube.”
When he came back, his gorgeous cock glistened with lube. It was the most beautiful piece of man meat she’d ever seen. She felt the huge head of his cock rubbing against her asshole. He worked to than three fingers in the air in and out in out, she could feel herself loosening up.
Moments later the large cock head entered her ass.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!” she moaned.
Two huge members pumped in and out of her. Her pussy and ass dripped with desire.
Sweat dripped on all their bodies. Her fingers scraped down Nolte’s back. She wasn’t going to be able to take much more…
“I’M GOING TO CUMMMMM!” she said. “AHHHHHHHHHHH!”
She slowly lost complete control of her body. It took both men to hold her in place and keep her from falling to the floor. They didn’t stop fucking her, didn’t stop her running their cocks in and out of her, faster and harder. And within moments she was experiencing another wild orgasm.
Nolte laid her down on the couch. Both men stood over her jerking off, smiling at each other. Nolte let his hands run down Sergei’s chest, then squeezed his ass.
Kowaski had a dazed, faraway look in her eyes. She was still feeling the aftereffects of the intense orgasm. She loved seeing the two men play like that, unafraid to express themselves, to challenge conventional notions of masculinity. It was so fucking hot!
“AAAAAHHH!” Sergei groaned as the cum began to shoot from his cock like a geyser.
Kowalski managed to get off the couch and onto her knees. She caught the last few remaining drops of his cum. Then she licked up and down the shaft, then licked the drops from his stomach and thighs.
With Sergei’s fresh cum in her mouth, she stood up and grabbed Nolte, shoving her tongue into his mouth.
A snowball kiss! How hot! How delicious!
Nolte told her to bend over. He pushed her face down on the couch. She moaned as his cock pushed into her ass. She could feel it gradually expanding and then exploding as Nolte buried a nut deep inside her. He held a tight grip on her shoulders as his thrusting hits slowed down.
Nolte turned her on her back and spread her legs out. “Push the cum out of your ass,” he said.
She tightened her sphincter muscles and push the thick load of cum out her fuck hole.
Sergei quickly got down on his knees and slurped it up.
That was the first night of many
that they would spend together over the next few months.
They had finally figured out a way to bring together both Russian and American intelligence agencies. If only the idea would spread farther and wider! Who knows what the future would hold for relations between these two powerful nations.
THE END
