by Iva Britt
Things were definitely getting hot! He felt like he was watching a really raunchy amateur porn video.
“Can we get a tighter shot?” he asked, tongue practically hanging out of his mouth.
Kowaski banged on the keys for a few moments. Presto! They zoomed in on the action.
“I can see our Russian friend is really packing some heat,” Nolte said shaking his head. He didn’t feel a bit insecure. He had plenty of man meat himself. This was his moment, the one that he had been waiting for. And maybe she had been waiting for it as well. But how would he do it?
If he'd made a serious advance and she rejected him, he would be done. Career over. They would send him straight to HR, then quickly usher him out of the building. He would be forever banished from the Bureau.
But he wasn't going to be able to contain himself. He squeezed his cock again, then pull his hand away. Seconds later he felt something else grabbing hold of his member. His eyes opened wide. He looked down. Kowaski's pretty, pale hands were gripping his crotch. Then her nimble fingers were undoing his belt buckle. The whole time their eyes were locked on each other.
Nolte felt but fear and desire—a broiling desired. He threw his head back and sighed deeply as her fingers, wrapped around his thick, blood engorged rod. She began stroking it up and down, up and down.
“Oh my God! That feels so good!” he said. He took hold of her face, kissing her hungrily on the mouth, their tongues twisting and turning, slowly, just as slowly as her hand worked up and down his day. And then she pulled away from the kiss and lowered her head into his lap. What a feeling! Incredible! Her tongue ran up and down the shaft, swirled around they head, then dipped into the piss slit, which was already leaking cum.
“That feels so fucking good! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
She began to gag but that didn’t stop her from trying to get his entire fat cock into her mouth. While her mouth took care of his member, she swirled a finger around his asshole, gently rubbing those sweet lips. As she pushed two fingers inside her ass, he held his breath, then he let it out in a deep moan. What a feeling! Fucking incredible!
He felt the cum rising in him. She pushed her mouth down harder and harder on him and jammed the two fingers in and out of his asshole, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
He let out a loud, manly groan as the cum shot from his cock, straight into her mouth. She hungrily swallowed every drop. It was definitely the best head that he’d ever gotten.
Nolte panted. A sheen of sweat covered his body. He certainly hadn’t been expecting that. He wondered whether she had. Maybe she had planned this all along. He looked down at his thick, floppy cock. There was saliva and cum on his lower stomach and upper thighs. She had really worked him over good. Really fucking good.
A few minutes later, they both regained their composure. An awkward silence slipped between them. Nolte didn't know what to make of her calm demeanor.
He turned toward her smiling, appreciatively. “Wow! That was incredible. I hope I get a chance to return the favor.”
She smiled slyly and faced him, lust playing on her lips and in her eyes. She swirled her tongue around her mouth. “Yes, I think you will definitely have to return the favor.”
She paused for a moment as she glanced down at the semi-hard cock that still hung out of his pants. “I’d love to feel that thing inside of me.”
He smiled. “I’m sure you would.”
After they finished tongue kissing, Nolte put his cock back into his pants. He felt like a new man. It was so strange what one great orgasm, one wonderful moment of intimacy could do for a man's confidence and mojo. He suddenly felt 10, maybe 15 years younger. He was ready to take on the world. Ready to bring down these bring down this Russian bastard.
For the next couple hours, Sergei and the two women engaged in some very hot and kinky sex—ass licking, fisting, girl on girl.
“Wow!” Nolte said, shaking his head.
“What?”
“He would be fun to play with.”
Kowaski stared at him sharply.
He wondered if he said something wrong. Had he crossed the line?
“I mean imagine if Sergei and I were both fucking you at the same time. Do you think that you could handle all of that cock?”
“Are you fucking serious?” she asked. “Are you trying to ruin the moment?”
“Not at all. But what if we told him we had something on him and forced them to participate in a threesome with us?”
Kowalski’s her mouth gaped open and her eyes widened with shock as if she'd never heard of something so wild or lazy or stupid in her entire life.
“You must be kidding. There’s no way that you’re serious, right?”
“Listen, this guy probably doesn't know anything. He's probably just here as a high-profile distraction. Moscow has got to know by now that we’ve had him under surveillance.
“What about the briefcase that he was carrying?”
Nolte shrugged his shoulders. “It might just be a prop like I just said. Probably nothing in it. They’ve just got us on a wild goose chase. This guy stands out anywhere he goes. Why would they give him anything important? And think about how much and how hard he parties. It would be crazy to trust him with any secrets. That's not how the Russians operate.”
“So now you're an expert on Russians?”
Nolte laughed and shook his head. “Hardly. But by the end of the week, I will make it happen.”
“And if you don’t what happens?”
“You mean like a bet?” he responded.
She nodded up and down slowly.
“What do you want?” he said cautiously, not sure what to make of the strange look in her eye.
“I get to put my fist up your ass.”
His eyes opened wide with surprise.
Kowaski burst out laughing, a deep belly laugh, her entire body shaking. She had to cover her mouth. She turned to him, eyes wide, face red.
He had never seen her like that. He had never seen her lose control and laugh from some place deep inside of her. He'd never seen that before. But he looked forward to seeing it again.
Chapter 5
When Kowaski got back to her apartment, she was still trembling with excitement and adrenaline. Never in her life, not even in her wildest, most absurd dreams, had she ever imagined something like that. In the patrol car? Watching the subject of her surveillance have a threesome? Then that drunk Irish bastard Nolte had pulled out his fat cock. It looked so juicy and delicious. It made her own juices start flowing.
It had been months, maybe years, since her pussy had been that wet, since it had been that hungry for penetration. What had she been thinking? She had let him slam his dick into her mouth and deep down her throats. She had taken every last drop of his cum. It was slightly bitter. But she didn't mind that. The act itself provided so much physical and mental stimulation and satisfaction.
After she slipped into her pajamas, she slipped into bed. On most nights, she would usually turn on the TV or at least the bedside terrestrial radio. But on that night, all she did was lie there, staring up at the ceiling, wondering where she and Nolte would go from there, wondering if it would be possible for them to work together. Would it be awkward from now on? There was a way to know. The more she thought about their erotic encounter, the hornier she became. Those same emotions that she'd experienced in the car began to bubble up inside of her. She reached into her panties, began rubbing her swollen labia, ever so gently, already wet, already dripping with desire. And then she rubbed her finger against her swelling clit head, moving it back and forth, eyes closed, mouth half open, breathing beginning to pick up. Her body slowly writhed on the bed. She shoved the fingers deeper and deeper, harder and faster, deeper and deeper, harder and faster. Her body moved up and down on the bed. She moaned.
She imagined the two men Nolte pushing her head down on his cock while Sergei pounded her pussy from behind, smacking
her ass till it turned red, pulling her hair, calling her a bitch, a slut, a whore. Then she imagined Nolte pulling his dick out of her mouth, taking hold of her jaw, and looking straight into her eyes. He smacked her on one cheek, smacked the other cheek. She smiled. Her face burned and stung from the pain. He delivered two more clacks, one to each cheek.
Her pussy leaked as Sergei had both hands on her hips, pounding his cock deep into her, going deeper inside of her than any man had ever gone. What an incredible feeling! Fucking incredible!
“AHHHHHHHHH!”
She screamed and lost control of her body as an orgasmic spasm took hold of her, sending her body flipping and flopping and writhing on the bed. It took several minutes before she calmed down, before she stopped shaking before she could attempt to catch her breath.
Her body was covered in sweat. She could feel the wetness underneath her, both from the perspiration and from the sweet, honey nectar, mango juice that had leaked out of her.
Nolte and Sergei. Both of them together, pounding her, opening her up, making her feel the sweet pleasure of submission. It would be so incredible! Both of them, two big cocks, the spy and the agent, two passionate men who knew how to really make her feel like a woman.
Nolte had said that he would make the threesome happen by the end of the week. Or else she could shove her fist up his ass—something that she'd never done. But the thought of it, penetrating a man that deeply, making him feel the pleasure of his G-spot, then bending down and milking his cocked, licking, sucking, slurping up every last drip drop of his cum, got her so fucking hot, wet, and bothered.
She turned over on her side, closed her eyes, and within minutes she was asleep, drifting off.
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 grabbed 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.”
