The figures of the people walking on the sidewalks were blurring into vague silhouettes as Debbie slipped into her daydream.
Only to be jolted out of it by a loud ring, and the deep male voice of her car’s artificial intelligence system letting her know that she had a phone call coming through from her boss.
With a quick shake of her head, she snapped back into reality, accepted the call, and answered in a curt but respectful tone, “this is Brown, Debbie Brown.”
“Brown. It’s Harriet. I have a mission for you, if you are ready to accept.”
“Go ahead,” Debbie told her.
“I must intervene in an Alabama election. The Whiteheads are running a dirty campaign and their major platform is to fight gay marriage. My girlfriend, Lisa Melton, is opposing them, but she is currently behind in the polls due to the massive smear campaigns that the Whiteheads have been funding with their fortune.”
“So what exactly do you want me to do?” Debbie asked. Harriet let out a terse sigh. “Don’t be quick with me, Debbie. The plan will be unfold in due time. For now, I just have a small request.”
“Go head, ma’am,” Debbie replied, a small smirk spreading across her face. Harriet could be so attractive when she was ticked off.
“I need you to recruit a new team member. Someone who has aero space defense skills. Once you find her, give me a call and I will send a private jet to pick you up.”
“Aero space defense skills?? Harriet, how on earth do you expect me to find someone like that?”
“Debbie, Debbie, Debbie,” Harriet scolded playfully. “You don’t think I would send you on an impossible mission, do you?”
Debbie shook her head silently.
“I am looking for one Natasha Bennington. She is twenty-three years old and the daughter of one of Deloitte’s head aerospace and defense consultants. Natasha grew up around the stuff, and she is currently on-break from a rigorous training program to become a mission specialist for NASA.”
A holographic image flashed on the console in front of Debbie’s eyes. It was a young woman. She was shrunk down in miniature, no more than six-inches tall, but she was breathtaking nonetheless.
“That is Natasha,” Harriet spoke as the three-dimensional hologram spun in a slow rotation.
“Nice ass,” Debbie could not help but blurt out as the hologram continued its gentle spin.
“I know,” Harriet laughed. “Tastes great, too.”
Debbie could feel that wetness return between her legs, and her pussy began to tingle. She chuckled inside her head, amused by how turned on a doll-sized holograph was getting her.
Natasha was gorgeous, and there was something even more tempting about her in miniature. She was slender and of petite build. Debbie, who was a tall drink of water at five foot nine, guessed Natasha must have been at least six inches shorter than her. In the hologram, Natasha was wearing a tight, one-piece nylon spacesuit. Her derriere was taught and well rounded. It quivered voluptuously against the skintight fabric. Her flowing black hair reached just above the curve of her beautiful butt, and it rustled softly as if the hologram was alive. As the figure made another rotation, Debbie felt her hotness grow. Even at that small size, Debbie could make out the perkiness of her nipples, pressed hard and erect against the thin fiber of her jumper. The spacesuit was tight, and Debbie could see the faint outline of a camel-toe. Debbie felt a shiver go through her. It wasn’t just her body; Natasha’s face was gorgeous. Her milky white skin and pouty red lips, coupled with her thick black mane, made her look like a China doll. Her eyes were bright blue, a striking contrast with the darkness of her hair.
“She’s smart too,” Harriet interrupted, breaking whatever fantasy Debbie had fallen into.
Debbie composed herself. “So, how do I find her?” she asked.
“Not to worry,” Harriet replied. “When I last met her at a fundraising gala in Huntsville, I suspected she might be useful to our team. When we were making love, I deposited a small nano-device in her body. It is a microscopic tracking device that embedded itself discreetly and painlessly in her tissue. According to my data, she has been staying at the Hotel Willshire for several days now. She loves to shop, and she is out on Rodeo Drive right now. My computer currently locates her at the Louis Vuitton on 295 North Rodeo.”
“You sure are a sneaky one,” Debbie chided. She was a bit alarmed by all of this talk of nano-devices, and no doubt she had at least one embedded inside of her as well. Hopefully it was not the sort of thing that would cause her to self-destruct if Harriet decided she needed to abort a mission.
“That is enough, agent Brown. I expect you to be in D.C. with the girl by 7 P.M. tonight. I will have dinner prepared.”
The call ended and the hologram disappeared, much to Debbie’s disappointment.
“Alright,” Debbie spoke to herself, “time to go shopping!”
Chapter 2, Alabama Strokin'
“Oh yeah, show me that cock,” Governor Thomas J. Whitehead the 3rd spoke to his computer screen. He was sitting at his office desk, violently masturbating to a young webcam model.
As the webcam boy teased him with his hard, throbbing boner, the governor felt his own member growing stiffer and stiffer as he neared orgasm. He was covered in sweat, and drops of pre-cum coated his fingers. He was reaching for a tissue to shoot his load into when the door opened.
“What the—“ Thomas screamed as he accidentally shot ejaculate all over his hands. In a panic, he slammed his laptop closed with his sticky fingers.
“Oh calm down you old pervert,” his wife, Patricia, chided. “Jerking off to little boys again, are you? Disgusting.”
“You’re disgusting, you old hag,” Thomas retorted.
Patricia laughed. Her husband was nothing but a pathetic, wrinkly specter of the man he used to be. As a young man, he would have plowed her for hours, driving her to the heights of ecstasy and leaving her a hot, wet mess. Nowadays, he needed little blue pills just to get it up long enough to masturbate or receive a discrete handy from an escort, and the only thing that turned him on were young men.
“We’ve got trouble, Tom. The Melton campaign is still holding out, despite our previous ad campaigns. PR wants an additional three million dollars to run the latest series of commercials denouncing Melton as an amoral slut. We need your go ahead.”
Thomas laughed. “Three million? That’s chump change, Pat. You don’t need to interrupt me for something like that.” He was quickly emptying the box of tissues that stood on his desk as he tried to clean up his mess. “Come get me when you have some real news. I want at least a twenty percent lead over Melton; I’ll spend whatever it takes to get there. We can’t have these disgusting gays overtaking our beautiful state. It is nothing short of debauchery.”
Patricia gave him an icy, thin-lipped grin. In her head, she was feeling disgusted with what a hypocritical faggot her husband was. But, he was the governor and she was not going to do anything to interfere with their relationship. Her family had owned PHM Technology, the state’s largest manufacturer of military and commercial aviation products. With an elected official on her side, she was open to all sorts of deals that otherwise would have passed her by. So what if her husband couldn’t get it up for her anymore? She had vibrators and dildos to take care of that. Besides, she didn’t really fancy men anymore.
“You got it, dear,” Patricia said, and she left her husband’s office with a brief curtsy, closing the door quietly behind her.
Returning to her chambers, Patricia opened up the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a long, shiny metal vibrator. She sprawled out on her large bed, turned the TV on blast to cover up the loud hum of her toy, and closed her eyes. She fantasized about being pleasured by an older woman. Patricia thought about how great it would feel to have her pussy eaten out, something her husband had never bothered to do. She knew that a mature woman would know just where to touch, and just how to tease.
As she got closer and closer to climax, she heard a
familiar voice on the television. It was Lisa Melton, her husband’s rival. She heard Melton blathering on about equality and gay rights, and she came with an evil, desperate cackle.
Chapter 3, Love at 30,000 Feet
“Here, let me get that for you,” Debbie purred as she filled up Natasha’s small sake cup. “Kampai!” she exclaimed, and both women downed the alcohol in one gulp.
The two were enjoying a light lunch at the Japanese restaurant Ursawa. Debbie had intercepted Natasha about an hour earlier, shopping for handbags. The girl had been browsing the stores all by herself, and was rather easily enticed to join an older woman for some sushi and drinks at a nearby eatery.
Natasha was not wearing the spacesuit of the hologram, but she was easy to recognize and looked even more scrumptious in her casual wear. She had on a form-fitting flower printed summer dress that accentuated the outline of her ass and was cut quite short. Coupled with her strappy white heels, it made her petite legs appear to be longer than life. Debbie was sure if she ventured a glance under the table she would be able to see Natasha’s vagina pressed tight against her underwear.
For her part, Debbie looked great too. She was older, but she had not lost her style. She was outfitted professionally in an expensive, well-tailored white dress suit. Her red hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and her naturally long legs looked sleek and tan in her stockings. They made a handsome couple.
“So tell me more about yourself,” Debbie urged.
Natasha told her how she was training with NASA to become mission control for part of an elite aerospace team. She had grown up with a father who was a consultant to some of the largest manufacturer’s of aeronautical equipment, and he had relocated several years ago to Huntsville, Alabama to begin a series of negotiations with a company called PHM Technology. PHM was looking to expand its reach into space-flight programs, and Natasha took advantage of the opportunity to begin training with NASA.
Natasha was extremely intelligent, but also naive. She was certainly something of a daddy’s girl. She was also quickly becoming drunk. Debbie watched her fumble slightly with her chopsticks as they enjoyed their small sashimi lunch.
Debbie paid the bill. It was time to leave, but Natasha stumbled slightly getting up. Putting an arm around her, Debbie helped her gain stability, and walked her out of the restaurant.
“You seem like to you need to cool off a little bit,” Debbie told Natasha. “I don’t want to leave you all by yourself right now, but I have urgent business to attend to.”
Natasha nodded, groggily.
“Let me ask you a question, Natasha.”
She nodded again.
“Do you like fast cars?”
A slightly more enthusiastic nod.
“Then why don’t you come with me for a drive. I have a proposition for you, but I would like you to sober up a bit before you accept.”
Debbie and Natasha stepped into her coupe, with Debbie helping Natasha inside. She felt the ogling eyes of horny onlookers, watching with jealousy and arousal.
As they sped down the highway, Debbie talked to Natasha about the election that was happening in Alabama. Smart as she was, Natasha seemed relatively oblivious to local politics. However, she had personal encounters with Governor Whitehead and his wife through her father, and she found him to be a lecher and dishonest. She recalled several instances in which the governor had interfered with or lied to her father about deals he was trying to negotiate with PHM.
“Would you like to help me make sure that Governor Whitehead gets what he deserves for his bad behavior?” Debbie implored as she pulled the car up to a private airstrip.
Standing on the runway was Harriet’s jet. It was a sleek, Boeing Business Jet 2. Known as a “flying hotel,” the allure of an aeronautical penthouse was too much for someone like Natasha.
Literally swooning, Natasha allowed Debbie to lead her onboard and they prepared for the flight to D.C.
Debbie and Natasha were enjoying the amenities of Harriet’s jet. They made small talk as they relaxed on the comfortable, cushioned chairs. Debbie allowed Natasha to sample from the well-stocked bar, while she stuck to water.
The combination of alcohol and altitude got Natasha fairly inebriated again, and she began to ramble on about her boyfriend Todd. Natasha was upset with Todd, and how showed so little understanding for the long hours she spent in training. She had invited him to come with her on her holiday in Beverly Hills, but he had refused.
“Oh Debbie, I think he is having an affair,” Natasha moaned.
Debbie did the best she could to refrain from rolling her eyes, and watched as Natasha stood up to pour herself another drink.
Natasha took a quick shot of vodka, and then collapsed into Debbie’s arms, sobbing. Debbie did what she could to comfort the poor girl, stroking her beautiful black hair and caressing her back.
“There, there,” she repeated until the girl’s sobs had died down into a gentle whimper.
Natasha’s small body fit easily in Debbie’s lap, and it felt unexpectedly good to cradle her. As the tears stopped, Debbie felt her motherly comfort turning into sexual interest. Her strokes became deliberate and drawn out. Debbie moved her hands lower and lower with each touch, until she was grazing Natasha’s ass.
Debbie noticed that Natasha offered no resistance, and she began to stroke the girl’s voluptuous, firm ass with one hand. Feeling overcome with arousal, she squeezed one of Natasha’s butt cheeks, feeling the young flesh between her fingers. Natasha said nothing, but she moved her hair out of her face, wiped away her tears, and switched her positions so that she was straddling Debbie’s lap. Debbie grabbed Natasha’s ass with both hands and squeezed hard, rocking the girl up and down on her lap.
“You have a beautiful body,” Debbie told her, and leaned in for a kiss.
Natasha received Debbie’s lips warmly, and she kissed her passionately. The kisses turned to making out, the two women’s warm tongues rubbing against each other as Natasha gently grinded her body into Debbie. Natasha’s nipples were becoming taught, just as they had been in the hologram, and they were poking desperately through the fabric of her dress, begging to be touched.
“Let’s go back to the bedroom,” Debbie commanded. She pushed Natasha off of her and guided her by hand to the large private suite in the rear of the jet.
Debbie dimmed the bedroom lights as Natasha spread out on the soft satin sheets.
Knowing she was somewhat drunk, and also inexperienced, Debbie took it upon herself to drive the action. She crawled on top of Natasha’s small, lithe body and resumed making out. As her tongue flitted in and out of Natasha’s mouth, she rubbed Natasha’s rock hard nipples through her dress with one hand.
She moved her hand slowly down Natasha’s body, feeling her sculpted and toned stomach and thighs. Caressing her beautiful young legs, Debbie moved one hand towards Natasha’s panties. The heat and the wetness she encountered there surprised her. Debbie smiled to herself, knowing that she turned Natasha on and part of her drinking was no doubt a desperate attempt to cover over her feelings of extreme lust. Natasha appeared to have been in a state of heavy arousal for hours now. Her underwear was completely soaked through and her clitoris was swollen and throbbing so hard that Debbie could feel it through her underwear.
As she slid Natasha’s underwear to the side, her fingers were greeted with a gush of fluid and almost sucked up into Natasha’s warm, welcoming vagina.
Debbie plunged her tongue deep into Natasha’s throat as she inserted two fingers into the girl’s tight, wet pussy. Natasha let out a groan of pleasure and began thrusting herself against Debbie’s fingers. Debbie was amazed both by the copious wetness and the desperate enthusiasm Natasha displayed. There was something truly amazing and powerful about a horny young twenty-something.
Debbie nuzzled and kissed Natasha’s neck as the girl continued to thrust against her fingers, her swollen clitoris bumping against Debbie’s hand with every move. Natasha’s breathing was
quick and shallow, and Debbie could tell she was nearing her first climax. As Natasha began to cum, Debbie sucked hard on her neck and inserted a third finger into the girl’s sopping wet pussy, causing an explosive scream and a waterfall of cum.
By this time, Debbie’s own body was on high alert. Her nipples were poking against her bra with extreme force and her legs were covered in her own juices. She removed her pantyhose so fast they tore, and began grinding her pussy against Natasha’s. The heat from Natasha and the combination of their juices was electrifying, and Debbie came hard within almost seconds.
“Wow, that was amazing,” Natasha murmured.
Debbie laughed. That was just a warm-up. Poor girl was so used to being with her loser boyfriend Todd, she had forgotten the power of her own youthful body.
“Undress,” Debbie told Natasha.
The girl did so, and Debbie had her first look at her naked breasts. They were small but perky and youthful, and her nipples were still standing at attention. Her body was in excellent shape, and so petite. It nearly brought Debbie to climax again.
Debbie began to remove her own clothes, and she could see Natasha becoming more aroused as she watched. Debbie’s breasts were much larger than the girls, and she brought them towards her, caressing Natasha’s small, hard pink nipples with her own.
“Mmmm,” Natasha groaned. She clearly craved nipple stimulation, and she was enjoying the feel of Debbie’s breasts against her own. She raised a hand and began to touch and squeeze the older woman’s boobs hesitantly.
“They are so big,” Natasha said.
“Do you want to suck on them?” Debbie asked her.
Natasha nodded, with a wide-eyed look on her face like a young schoolgirl.
She opened her mouth, and put it around one of Debbie’s nipples. She felt like a babe again, sucking at her mother’s breast. Debbie’s tits were so big and heavy; they made Natasha feel like a child. Debbie fingered Natasha as she sucked her tits, enjoying the feeling of Natasha cum helplessly, totally losing control to her passion.
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