“We have both taken pleasure.” Zehra tells you thickly, her dark brown eyes flicking up to meet yours. “Now your turn.”
Suggest they both finish you with their mouths
Bend Anya over the end of the desk and enter her
You nod and move towards Anya, embracing her and pressing your lips to hers. She kisses you back hungrily, her recent climax seemingly having not quite sating her lust.
“I need you inside me.” She murmurs, her hand reaching between your bodies and grasping your hard cock.
“Who am I to refuse the wishes of a lady?” You grin, grasping her hips and turning her away from you. She chuckles sexily and leans over the end of the desk, resting on her elbows and parting her legs. You gaze at the beautiful blonde bent over before you, her pale skin almost white in the semi-darkness of the office.
“Russian whore.” Zehra comments, though with amusement rather than malice. You guide your cock to her pussy, Anya purring with delight as you sink inside her.
“Fuck, that feels good.” Anya moans as you begin to thrust into her. Zehra throws herself down in the battered leather chair, swinging her right leg up over the arm and brazenly rubbing at her clitoris as she watches. Enjoying the gaze of the voyeuristic Zehra on you, you grasp Anya’s hips and begin to plunge into her with increased vigour, your excitement building as you shunt the blonde forward with each thrust.
“Harder! Fuck me harder!” Anya pants, glancing over her shoulder at you, her eyes brimming with lust. You can feel the pressure beginning to build in your loins and grit your teeth, trying to delay the inevitable as long as possible. You reach out and grasp a fistful of her long blonde hair, tugging on it as you continue to pound into her.
“Yes, yes!” Anya moans, clearly revelling in the rough treatment as you slam your cock into her again and again. You glance over at Zehra who is feverishly strumming her clit, her lips pouting and her eyes glazed as she masturbates towards her own climax. As you let out a guttural groan, Anya glances over her shoulder again.
“You’re close aren’t you?” She pants. “Come inside me! Fill me with your seed!” You can hear Zehra’s breathless gasps of ecstasy as she brings herself to orgasm and glance over at her, the sexy Turkish woman quivering and trembling as she reaches her second climax. You can’t hold off any longer and with a final grunt, you slam deep into Anya one last time as you feel your balls twitch and the blissful release as your come races up your shaft to erupt deep inside her. Anya stiffens, your own climax sending her over the edge too. She cries out in ecstasy as your bodies jerk and tremble together, her orgasm intensifying your own and vice versa until you collapse on top of her, both breathless but utterly satisfied.
“Damn, that felt good!” You pant, your body raw as you slip from her sodden slit. Anya nods dumbly as she rolls onto her back on the desk, a blissful, satisfied grin on her face.
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“How about you both finish me with your mouths?” You suggest with a confident smirk and a raised eyebrow before throwing yourself down in the battered leather office chair. The two women look at each other, perhaps taken aback at your cocky bravado, but smile and drop to their knees before you. You spread your legs wide as two heads drop into your lap, tongues slowly running up the length of your cock and making you moan with pleasure. They slip and slide up and down, trailing saliva the length of your shaft. You groan at the sensation of it cooling against your skin and contrasting delightfully with the warmth of their tongues. Anya slides her lips up to the tip, swirling her tongue around the hot, taut skin of the head while Zehra settles lower and begins to lap at your balls.
“Damn, that feels good.” You grunt straining upwards, desperate for Anya to take you into her mouth. She giggles and maintains her distance, continuing to mercilessly tease you with her tongue. You feel Zehra take one of your balls into her mouth, softly sucking on it before doing the same to the other.
“You like my lips on balls?” She murmurs huskily, her dark brown sultry eyes gazing up at you. Your groan of pleasure confirms you do and she chuckles and presses her hot, wet tongue back to your sensitive sack. Anya’s tongue continues to lightly flick all over your shaft, driving you wild with lust as you will her to take you into her mouth. Your cock throbs painfully with a desperate need for greater stimulation and the skin of the crown is taut and angry red. A bead of pre-come oozes from the tip, the pearl coloured droplet clinging there by its surface tension. The beautiful Russian’s gaze meets yours as she runs the tip of her tongue around the edge of your bulbous head, her pale blue eyes filled with mischief as she relentlessly torments you.
“Please.” You beg through gritted teeth. “Please suck it.” Anya smiles, clearly enjoying the power she holds over you, but she runs her tongue up to the tip and swipes it across, collecting the droplet of pre-come. She smiles as she tastes you before opening her mouth and engulfing the head. You moan with pleasure as her lips slide down your shaft, your cock twitching at the heightened sensations as she begins to bob her head up and down while Zehra continues to lap and suck at your balls.
“Damn that feels good.” You gasp, gazing down at the two beautiful women intent on pleasuring you. You can feel the pressure building in your balls and grit your teeth, determined to stave off the inevitable for as long as you can. Anya sucks and slurps noisily while Zehra’s tongue continues to slither over every inch of your churning balls. You squeeze your eyes shut, luxuriating in the incredible sensations radiating out from your groin and wonder if you should allow Anya to continue until you come in her mouth or whether you’d prefer something more visual…
Come in Anya’s mouth
Pull out and come on their faces
Come on Anya’s ample cleavage
“Use your cleavage.” You grunt. Anya pulls her lips from your cock, smiling and shuffling closer, grasping her breasts and pressing them together, enveloping your shaft between them. You groan as she begins to slide her breasts up and down, the soft, warm flesh feeling divine. You gaze at the beautiful sight of her large breasts wrapped around your cock, just the head visible at the top of her cleavage. Anya smiles up at you, her pale blue eyes sparkling with excitement as she begins to move her breasts up and down making you groan with pleasure. Zehra, perhaps feeling a little left out, moves to the side of the chair and kisses you passionately, her tongue aggressively seeking your own. Her hands caress your chest before she kisses down your body, playfully sucking each of your nipples in turn. You groan, feeling the pressure building in your balls. Zehra looks up, smiling mischievously as she recognises the warning signs of your impending climax. Anya too is grinning up at you.
“Are you going to come all over me?” She purrs. “Are you going to cover my breasts in your thick, creamy come? I want you to. I want to feel the warmth of it splashing against my skin.” You groan, her dirty talk driving you to the brink. Zehra chuckles and reaches below your thighs, her nimble fingers closing around your balls.
“Balls full.” She smiles at Anya. “He ready.” With that she gives them a little squeeze and you can hold off no longer. You feel your balls contract in Zehra’s grasp as they pump their contents up your length. You let out a guttural grunt of pleasure as the first pulse explodes powerfully from the tip, splashing against the underside of Anya’s chin. She squeals in surprise, pulling your cock free of her cleavage and pointing the tip at her breasts just as the next spurt arcs from the straining head and splatters across the top of her right breast. Zehra caresses your twitching balls and your body judders with each eruption as Anya guides your cock from one breast to the other until they are dripping with your thick seed.
“What a mess.” Anya smiles as your climax subsides and she surveys her defiled chest. You groan your agreement, panting for breath as you watch a rivulet of your thick, pearly white seed dribble down the soft curve of her left breast, coating a nipple. Zehra releases your shrivelled balls and reaches for Anya, kissing her tenderly before lowering her head and beginning to lap your
seed from her breasts.
“Taste good.” She comments, before sucking the come from Anya’s left nipple, Anya sighing with pleasure. She greedily laps up every last trace of your seed from Anya’s body before pressing her lips to Anya’s and then to yours.
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You pull your cock free of Anya’s lips and she furrows her brow questioningly at you. Zehra chuckles, intuitively guessing your intentions and emerging from behind your balls, pressing her face next to Anya’s. She grasps your shaft and begins to vigorously pump it, pointing the tip at their faces.
“You want to come on our faces!” Anya’s gasps her eyes widening as she finally realises what you intend and for a moment she seems certain to object. Instead, she smiles sexily and tilts her head back. “Come on then James, cover our faces with your thick, creamy seed. I want to feel it splashing against my skin and feel the warmth of it as it trickles down my face.” You groan and she giggles before reaching down and caressing your saliva coated balls, gently caressing them while Zehra continues to pump your shaft. You gaze at the two beautiful faces pressed together, gleefully driving you towards your climax, Zehra’s olive skin, sultry brown eyes and silky black hair contrasting with Anya’s light skin, pale blue eyes and long blonde hair. Despite the disparity in their appearance, their expressions are identical, eyes gleaming with excitement and lips pouting as they eagerly await your climax.
“Come for us.” Zehra urges you, her hand gliding up and down your shaft. “Let us feel your seed.” They only have a few moments to wait as Anya’s caressing fingers on your balls and Zehra’s stroking hand send you over the edge. You grunt loudly as the pressure is released and you feel your balls twitch in Anya’s grasp. You gasp as you feel your come race up your shaft and explode from the tip, splashing across Anya’s cheek. She squeals with delight and Zehra smiles broadly, aiming the next spurt at her own face, a thick rope of come hitting her across her forehead and the bridge of her nose and trickling down her face. Your hips jerk and you grunt in ecstasy with each powerful eruption as Zehra sweeps your cock from one side to the other, coating their faces in your thick, creamy seed until the last few drops ooze from the tip and dribble down her fingers. Catching your breath, you gaze in wonder at the two sexy women smiling up at you, their faces streaked with thick ropes of pearly white come. Their hands leave your wilting cock and sensitive balls and they turn to each other, kissing tenderly and slowly lapping your seed from each other’s faces. You groan, scarcely able to believe what has transpired between the three of you.
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Unable to bring yourself to interrupt the delicious rhythm the two sexy women have found with their talented mouths, you relax and allow them to bring you to your climax. Opening your eyes again, you smile as you find both women gazing back at you, Anya’s pale blue eyes contrasting with Zehra’s dark brown eyes as they both continue to pleasure you with their magical mouths. You can feel your balls tighten as you pass the point of no return, your whole body stiffening. Anya and Zehra increase their pace, realising you are on the brink. Your back arches and you roar as your balls twitch and your come races up your shaft. Anya’s eyes widen as the first powerful spurt erupts into her waiting mouth, splashing against the back of her throat. You grunt with each pulse, Zehra’s lapping tongue on your balls amplifying your pleasure while Anya’s cheeks cave in as she greedily sucks on your gushing cock. As your climax subsides, your body relaxes, Anya’s tongue swiping across the tip of your cock one last time before pulling her lips from you, your shaft slapping back against your stomach. Her eyes meet yours and she holds your gaze while she gulps down the mouthful of thick come. Zehra’s tongue leaves your balls and both women straighten, smiling up at you. You smile back at them, panting lightly as you catch your breath.
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“Now you too have taken pleasure, blood oath sealed.” Zehra tells you solemnly as you each reach for your clothes and begin to dress. “I will talk and you will keep promise to send me to safety of England.”
“I will.” You tell her sincerely, before moving towards the door and calling out to Hakan.
“Good work my friends.” Hakan tells you moments later as he steps back into the office, his bushy moustache twitching as he grins broadly at you and Anya before glancing kindly at Zehra. “Now my dear, what do you have to tell us?”
“It all happen three nights ago.” Zehra tells you. “My employer owns warehouse. We guard building. This not unusual. My employer is Turkish crime syndicate.” She shrugs. “Drugs often come in across Black sea. This time different. No drugs. Missiles! Two missiles. Men from ship come. They work on missiles. Missiles go back on cargo ship. Then men from ship shoot guards, take bodies and drop them into harbour. I hide in shadows. Men load missiles back onto ship and lock doors behind them. I trapped here for three days.”
“Did you see the name of the ship?” You ask.
“Yes. Ship called Janus.” You immediately reach for your phone.
“A ship matching your informant’s description passed Gibraltar two days ago.” Miss Meriweather tells you over the phone half an hour later, the four of you now in the cavernous interior of the warehouse. “SS Janus. Registered in the Bahamas.”
“Who owns the ship?” You ask, the phone pressed hard against your ear as you pace around the warehouse, glancing at Zehra who gazes coolly back at you, her hands back in Hakan’s handcuffs.
“A Turkish shipping company, but we’ve dug a little deeper and found that they are owned by Kruger Corporation.”
“As in Hugo Kruger, the billionaire Industrialist?” You ask.
“Yes.” Miss Meriweather replies.
“Then he has just become a person of interest.” You reply, glancing at Hakan.
“Surely not.” Hakan says. “Hugo Kruger is something of a philanthropist, donating millions to develop the townships in his native Johannesburg and elsewhere. He has been lauded throughout the world as a generous humanitarian. Perhaps someone else within his organisation.”
“Perhaps…” You muse.
“I must report this intelligence to my superiors.” Anya tells you both. “I will go immediately to the Russian Embassy to submit my report and await their instructions.”
“Of course.” Hakan smiles. “Shall I arrange for a car?”
“Not necessary.” Anya replies briskly, back to her usual frosty and efficient self after the debauchery less than an hour earlier. “I will have our own car sent from the Russian Embassy. Our investigation in Istanbul is at an end. I thank you both for your cooperation.” She turns to leave but then turns back, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. She moves towards Hakan and kisses him on the cheek and then turns to you and kisses you tenderly on the lips. “Until we meet again Mr Hazard.” She purrs before walking purposefully across the warehouse, her footsteps echoing around the cavernous interior before disappearing through the door.
“An interesting young lady.” Hakan comments, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
“I seem to attract them.” You grin, glancing across at Zehra who leans nonchalantly against the wall nearby.
“You certainly do my friend.” Hakan chuckles. “It would seem our business here is concluded. What next?”
First things first. Deal with Zehra
Travel to Johannesburg and investigate Hugo Kruger
“We have one loose end to deal with.” You glance across at Zehra. She returns your gaze, concern etched on her features as she realises you are discussing her fate.
“Yes.” Hakan replies, deep in thought. “She was co-operative and kept to her word, but she is still a criminal James. What do you want to do?”
She kept to her word, so you will keep to yours
She is a criminal and needs to be dealt with accordingly
“You’re right, we can’t simply ignore the sins of her past.” You tell Hakan. “Still, perhaps there’s a way I can still keep my word.”
“What are you talking about?” She asks suspiciously, her da
rk brown eyes boring into yours.
“I’ll approve your extradition to England, but as a prisoner.” You tell her. “You must still atone for your past crimes. When you have served your time, you may stay in England as agreed.”
“Bastard!” She spits. “We made blood oath!”
“I did what I needed to do to get the information I needed.” You tell her coldly.
“A curse on you.” She tells you darkly as Hakan grasps her arm.
“Calm yourself my dear.” He soothes her. “Life in an English prison will be far easier than a Turkish one and you will still have a better life eventually.” She seems less than convinced, glaring at you as he begins to lead her away.
“You are leaving straight away?” Hakan asks.
There is not a moment to lose. Go to Johannesburg
You arrive at the docks, the mass of huge cargo ships and broad, low warehouses stretching as far as the eye can see. As you walk along the dockside, the whole place is a hive of activity as dock workers scurry about, shouting to each other to be heard over the constant whine of cranes travelling overhead as huge container ships are loaded or unloaded. There is the constant arrival and departure of ships ferrying their loads across the Black Sea or further afield to the Mediterranean and beyond.
“The warehouse is just at the end of this wharf.” Hakan tells you, gesturing ahead.
A few minutes later, you reach the large, squat building. The huge dockside shutter doors are shut and there are no workers or guards in evidence. You skirt around to the back of the warehouse and find another smaller door. Both drawing your guns, you cautiously approach it, Hakan reaching out and trying the door handle.
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