by Reed James
“Blyat, but you're tight, Katyusha!” I moaned. “Your pussy is just clenching around me.”
“You're so huge!” she moaned. “How did your clit turn into a cock.”
“State secret.” I slammed into her. “Join the K Directorate and find out.”
“You are a liar, American futa!” she moaned. “Blyat, if I had this dick. The things I would do.”
“I imagine you would have so much fun with it,” I moaned, my tits heaving.
“Yes!” she gasped, her pussy squeezing around me.
The heat of her cunts welled. She felt incredible around me. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping exhilaration through me. I stared at the door as I pounded her. Guards were just on the other side oblivious to all the naughty fun we were having in her.
All the wicked, wanton, naughty pleasures we shared.
I slammed hard into her. I buried into her cunt, my fingernails curling against the table. Her hips wiggled, matching my rhythm. She squeezed around my cock every time my crotch smacked into her rump.
My strokes grew more and more frantic as the ache swelled at the tip of my cock. I was so close to exploding. I whimpered, my tits jiggling. The caress of my silk blouse on my nipples, on my skin, was driving me wild. I felt so sensitive right now.
“Blyat!” I moaned, so close to cumming. “I'm going to flood you with so much of my cum!”
“Yes, yes, give us your DNA!” she moaned. “Give us your seed, American! I want it! I want you flooding my slut cunt with it all. Blyat!”
Katyusha's pussy went wild about my girl-dick.
Her ass clenched. Her pussy convulsed around me. I groaned at the delight writhing around my futa-cock. My cunt drank in the heat flowing down my cock. My ovaries quivered as I pumped away at her writhing pussy.
My toes curled in my shoes. I slammed into the depths of her pussy. I couldn't resist. I threw back my head and cried out in orgasmic rapture. My girl-cum boiled out of my ovaries and shot out the tip of my cock.
“Take it!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, yes! You want my cum, slut!”
“I love it!” she howled as her pussy writhed about my futa-dick.
Her cunt milked my cock. I loved feeling a woman's pussy draw out my jizz. My breasts bounced in my blouse as I arched my back. My dark hair swayed about my shoulders. My hands grabbed her reddened ass, squeezing her as the pleasure surged through me.
Blast after blast of rapture fired from my cock and slammed into my mind. My dizzy thoughts spun through me. A memory from my past life flooded through me. I was in a classroom, my dick throbbing, a vibrator burning in my cunt.
A vibrator put in there by my futa-queen.
I shook my head against the memory, the ecstasy flooding out of my spasming cunt washed it away. I trembled, gripping her hot ass as her cunt milked me dry. Her pussy wrung out every drop of my futa-cum from my ovaries.
“Blyat!” I moaned.
“Yeah,” she panted. “Ooh, that was incredible. My best fuck ever.”
“I told you I would make you my slut,” I groaned as I savored being in her pussy.
She just purred out in delight. Her hips wiggled around me. I was still hard. I could still fuck her, but I had to get out of here. I glanced at the spilled contents of my purse. I hoped what I had in there would be enough.
I ripped my cock out of her cunt and shuddered, panting.
“What are you?” groaned Katyusha. The SVR agent shuddered as she lay bent over the table. She stared at me as I shoved down my skirt, my futa-dick shrinking into a little clit. “What are you, really? CIA? DIA? NSA? Or are you MI6 or DGSE?”
“Why, I told you, I'm Major Yelizaveta Vinogradov,” I said, winking at her. “Former K Directorate of the sparrows and now working for the Central Inspection Bureau. This was a security test. So far, I am not impressed with this facility.”
She wiggled her red rump while my futa-cum leaked out of her well-fucked pussy. I grabbed my lipstick, still sticky with my juices, and then scooped up the contents of my purse. I put everything in there but my compact.
“Just because you made me your whore, doesn't mean you can escape,” moaned Katyusha.
“I have my tricks,” I said and opened my compact, the foundation inside wasn't really makeup.
It was a binary explosion.
Like most compacts, it was divided into three different hues. The middle one showed signs of being used. It was the hue the one that matched my skin tone. The outside two were explosives. I scraped off a section of one, forming a wad larger than a piece of gum. I shoved it against the middle of the barred window. Then I did the same on the other chemical, working it up and then pushed it on the first.
The chemicals reacted, smoked.
I clapped my hands over my ears and looked away.
BANG!
The pressure wave rippled through the room. Katyusha gasped in shock. The window blew out. Smoke billowed away. I winked at Katyusha then grabbed the now clear opening. I could hear the soldiers shouting. The door thudded.
I hauled myself up and squeezed through the blown-out hole I'd made. We were on the first floor, so it was a few foot drop to the ground outside of the building first floor. The parking lot was nearby.
“She's getting away!” screamed Katyusha. “Sound the alarm!”
I sprinted for my car, clutching my purse to my chest. I wrenched open the door and hopped in, throwing my purse on the seat. I'd left the keys in the ignition for a quick retreat. I twisted them, the engine growling to life. I backed out as smoke billowed out the window. I headed for the security gate, driving calmly. I had a brief window to get out.
The fat guard glanced out the window when he saw me. He hit the button. I drove through. Behind me, the sirens exploded. Lights flooded the parking lot. I turned onto the road as the guard shouted. I drove off as I heard the anti-vehicle barriers pop up, steel barriers that would stop any vehicle from entering.
Or leaving.
My body shook from the adrenaline of escaping. From the thrill of fucking my interrogator. I raced off into the night. I took two turns and parked my car behind an older, gray sedan. I climbed out of my vehicle and sauntered to this new car. I slipped in, found the keys beneath the driver seat, started it, and drove off.
I pulled into the street, driving normally. Sirens sounded in the night. The Moscow militia racing in to answer the alarm. I smiled, wanting to shout. I glanced at my purse, the lipstick with the USB flash drive inside.
I took another turn then grabbed the burner phone stashed in the glove box. I texted: “Ran into Katerina at the department store. We were talking. Held me up. But I found the gift for mom. She'll love it.”
I smiled in delight. Ms. Bella Mars would be so thrilled with me. She would, hopefully, overlook my little indiscretion. But there were downsides to using a futa-spy. My clit throbbed. I ached to transform again.
This night was so exhilarating. I loved serving my company and working for ARS. I couldn't wait for my next mission. I threw the burner phone out the window, humming to myself as I drove to the safe house to upload the data I stole.
A Moscow militia police car howled by. I smiled as I kept driving. I fucked my interrogator and escaped.
The END
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I licked my lips and moaned in delight at the naughty sight.
Then I glanced over to see Polina sliding her lacy panties down her thighs, revealing a trimmed, brown bush glistening with her silky hair. They were both gorgeous. Polina put her hands behind her back, her legs spread apart. Her small breasts jiggled as she breathed quickly, her flush spreading down to those lovely tits. Then Nadya joined her, those big, lush boobs swaying at her slightest movement, her dark eyes sparkling.
“Mmm, yes, this is what you like,” I purred, my pussy on fire. I shouldn't be doing this, but... They were just so gorgeous. I stalked around them, my heels clicking, the soft whir of the computers humming around me. “Huh? You like getting turned on by futas?”
“Futas, Major?” asked Polina as I moved behind them.
My hand trailed across her tight tush, caressing her skin, my fingers grazing her cracks. “Yes, futa. You know what futas are?”
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Reed James is a thirty year-old guy living in Tacoma, WA. “I love to write, I find it freeing to immerse myself in a world and tell its stories and then share them with others.” He's been writing naughty stories since high school, furiously polishing his craft, and finally feels ready to share his fantasies with the world.
“I love writing about women who want to be a little (or a lot) naughty, people expressing their love for each other as physically and kinkily as possible, and women loving other women. Whether it's a virgin experiencing her/his first time or a long-term couple exploring the bounds of their relationships, it will be a hot, erotic story!”
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