Mommy's Birthday Gift

Summary: The mother gave a special gift to her son on his 18th birthday.

Note 1: This story contains incest, so if you're uncomfortable with the theme, it's best to stop reading now.

Note 2: All characters are above 18 years of age.

Note 3: Thanks to MasterBlogman for editing this story.

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#Mommy’s Birthday Gift

I did the craziest thing anyone could ever imagine in life. It was my one and only son Kaushik's 18th birthday. At night, while my husband was asleep, I went to Kaushik’s room and asked him to go out and buy a cigarette for me. Even though it was almost midnight, a small shop across the street from our house stayed open all night since a lot of big lorries passed through on the way to the highway, and truckers always seemed to want something late at night.

The dear boy didn’t seem to mind being sent on a mission by his Mom at this hour of the night. He just said, “Sure, Mom, I’ll be right back,” and held out his hand for the money.

As soon as he walked out of the door, I took out all the candles I had hidden in his room that afternoon, put them around the room, lit them, turned off the lights, and took off my robe. I was wearing a black waist-length see-through babydoll and a matching black thong.

After climbing on the bed, I positioned myself into a doggy pose and I buried my face on the bed, ass arched up in the air and facing the door, and waited. Whenever he came in, the first thing he would see was my barely-covered ass.

As expected, almost twenty minutes later, he slowly opened the door. The candlelight was enough to present my almost naked body to my son. "What the fuck, Mom!" he gasped.

Without looking back at him, I said, "Happy Birthday, Son!"

"What!" he gasped again.

I was already scared as hell. One loud noise would alert my husband, who would probably throw me out of the house or possibly beat me to death. But luckily he didn't scream or overreact, and he immediately realized the need to be quiet. He whispered back, "What are you doing, Mom?"

Gaining a little confidence, I positioned myself on all fours and, reaching under his pillow, took out the whip I had hidden along with the candles in the afternoon. Then facing back to him, I nervously said while trying to hand him the whip, "Tonight, I'm your birthday present, Kaushik."

"What? Have you gone mad?"

"Isn't this what you wanted, dear son?"

"I, what, I don't know what you mean?"

"Oh, Son, you know exactly what I mean, I’ve seen you stealing my panties after my shower, sniffing and stroking them, secretly watching me changing clothes and stroking your big dick while watching mom-son porn videos on your laptop."

"What? How? What? No, I don't do that."

Dropping the whip, I looked back at his bulge and smiled. Then reaching for my clit through the thong, I moaned, "Annhhh!"

"What, what are you doing?"

"Perhaps this would change your mind?"

"Oh, fuck!"

"Or this?" I asked, as I reached for my thong and very slowly dragged it down. My exhilaration was mixed with shame and guilt since it was my son for whom I was stripping and displaying my wet snatch. But somehow, the shame and guilt made it all the more thrilling.

By this time, I knew from his expression and the sound of his voice, not to mention the bulge in his pants, that he was ready to cross the line. It was just that he wasn’t sure how to do it. So I pressured him. "Fine, Son, you have exactly ten seconds to decide whether you’ll take your gift or not."

"Oh my God, I, I, I don't know what to do!"

Wiggling my ass, I said, "Time is ticking, Honey."

"Fuck! Mom."

I started to pull my thong the rest of the way off and started counting. "Nine seconds, eight, seven..."

"Yes, okay, I'll take it."

"Umm," I moaned and tossed the sopping-wet thong onto the floor. Kaushik walked close to me and pulled down his pants. I spat on my hands, rubbed them on my pussy, and said, "Very well Son, use your gift as you like."

"Okay, you’ve got it" He walked up to me, placed his hands on my waist, and slowly shoved his dick inside my pussy. I had dreamed of this for years, ever since he had turned from a boy into a young man and his dick had grown to porn-star proportions.

"Fuck, Mom, you are so wet!"

"I've been waiting and planning for this for the whole week."

"You are such a dirty mother."

“Then punish her, teach her a lesson, oh God, yes, teach her, fuck." I moaned as he didn't let me finish and started pounding my cunt. He started bottoming out against my cervix, and I said, “Not so deep! It hurts if you hit the end.” He backed off, thank God. He obviously hadn’t had any practice putting that huge dick inside a real woman. Yet.

Soon, his right hand moved down to my breasts, grabbing one of my tits through the material as he banged my cunt deeply. I leaned on the bed, balancing my whole body on my neck and head, and slid the shoulder straps of my babydoll down to let my generous breasts hang free. My son took them in his hands and squeezed them as he fucked his own mother.

He pinched my nipples and asked, "What kind of a mother are you, to let her son fuck her like this?"

"Oh, God yes, a filthy slutty one, who loves the fact that you're so much bigger than your dad, oh, yes, just like that." The fucking that I’d waited so long for was starting to set my body on fire.

"But you’re giving me the same cunt Dad uses, Mother."

I was surprised to hear the word 'cunt' from his mouth, although I was happy too. Slowly but thoroughly, he was gaining the power he needed so that I could submit to him, and we both could get immense pleasure. Before I could respond with anything further, he said, "Have you ever taken it in your ass?"

"Oh my, no, son. I’ve always wanted to, but your dad isn’t interested."

He paused. "Perhaps this would be my real gift."

"The lube bottle is in your right drawer."

"Fuck, Mom, you were ready for this, weren’t you?" Kaushik took his dick out of my cunt, picked up the bottle, poured some on his dick and rubbed it around. I started rubbing my clit and said, "Of course Son, I had to, I’ve waited for more than two years for this day, so that you could turn eighteen and take my anal cherry, ahhhhhhh...."

Before I could say anything, Kaushik placed his left leg on the bed just between my knees, shoved almost half his dick inside my asshole.

I couldn’t quite suppress a sudden yelp of pain. “Not like that, dear! An asshole needs to be stretched out slowly or it hurts like hell.”

"Shush! Mom, what are you doing? Dad will wake up."

I said nothing, I had nothing to say. I just wanted to enjoy his eight-inch-long thick dick inside my hole, so I bit the bed cover and furiously rubbed my clit.

Realizing his dick wouldn't slide in completely, just like my cunt, he started going in and out half-way. He worked it in and out slowly until I was nicely stretched out, then started pounding faster. I had been right all along – having a dick up my ass was even better than having it in my cunt. And it wasn’t just that anal sex felt deliciously dirty and slightly taboo. It was that I was so turned on by the wonderfully slutty and illicit sensation of being fucked by my own son.

As my orgasm came close to climax, my heart started to pound heavily. I somehow managed to keep my moans quiet, but not so quiet that my son stopped enjoying fucking his mother.

In no time, I had my first orgasm from ass fucking, given to me with great enthusiasm by my one and only eighteen-year-old son. I stopped rubbing my clit and just let him enjoy fucking his mother. In seconds, I felt a warm seed inside my asshole.

Kaushik immediately took out his dick, walked back a little, and apologized. "I, I, I’m sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to..."

Cum started to drip down from my asshole, thick, white, and copious, and I giggled, "Shush! Shush! Son, it's okay, relax."

Quickly repositioning myself, I sat up on the bed, then widening my legs and moving one up in the air, I reached between them for my asshole. Then looking into his eyes, said, "Let's see what my son tastes like."

Retrieving his warm seed from my asshole, I put my fingers in my mouth and tasted every drop of it. Kaushik watched me in awe, and with a smile on his face, he started stroking his dick.

As I tasted his salty thick goo, he sprayed another load. A few drops flew over his bed and a few started dripping from his shaft.

Quickly getting off the bed, I moved down to my knees. Grabbing his shaft I said, "Oh Son, don't waste your precious cum, deposit it inside your cum bucket mommy-slut's mouth."

"Clean it up, whore-mother."

"Umm," I moaned. This was the exact word I had been anticipating for a long time. Then I leaned forward and by licking the wall of his shaft, I scooped every drop of his cum.

Kaushik yanked my hair and ordered in a firm voice, "Swallow it, mommy-slut."

Looking into his eyes, I passed him a warm smile and obeyed his command without hesitation, and swallowed everything.

"Here’s a few drips." Still holding my hair, he pointed out a few drops of his cum dripping down over his balls. I took his balls in my mouth, closed my eyes, and passionately swirled my tongue around them to retrieve the leftovers.

Kaushik closed his eyes in pleasure and moaned, "Oh God, Mom."

I giggled and, taking out his balls, asked, "Did you like your birthday present, Son?"

"Of course, Deepali," Showing his confidence constantly growing, he added, "Soon I will fuck you in the same bed with Dad."

"What?"

THE END.

P.S. He eventually did fuck me in the same bed, while my husband Aloke was asleep, but that's a story for another day.

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The Slutty Agent Annu

SUMMARY: The rebellious agent, driven by a thirst for vengeance, ultimately saves the world through her sluttiness and brilliance.

 

NOTE 1: All characters are over 18 years of age.

 

NOTE 2: Thanks to MasterBlogman for rewriting the story. 

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#Adventures of a Slutty Agent

He raised my wrists and pressed them against the wall of our small train compartment with his strong left hand as our tongues met in a deep, passionate kiss. I closed my eyes with our tongues colliding, exchanging saliva, while Paul lingered with his right-hand over my generous 34-D breasts, gently massaging my nipples erect through my T-shirt and bra.

My heart started to beat fast at the weird sensation, and I let out a moan in his mouth, “Ummh!”

Leaving my hands, Paul slowly and erotically moved his both hands over my body, touching every corner of my top, and finally rested on my waist. I felt some tickle but stood straight with my eyes closed and hands up. He broke the kiss and slid my T-shirt up and off.

I opened my eyes, leaned toward him, and, placing my one hand around his neck, started to kiss his lips. My other hand moved down to his dick, over his pants. It was getting harder with my touch and ready to be popped out.

I almost had unbuckled his pants, meanwhile Paul unfastened my bra and, ever so slowly, slid the straps from my shoulder. I lowered my other arm and let my bra fall down on the train floor.

He immediately grabbed my neck strongly, turned me around and pressed my face on the wall. I placed my both hands on the wall to balance the pressure. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic waist of my pants and pulled them, together with my panties, to the floor in one smooth motion.

I stepped out of them and arching my ass stood totally naked, while Paul shucked off his own clothes.

I had met Paul years ago when we were both working for the CIA. I hadn’t seen him in over six years, ever since he and his friend Marcus had quit the CIA, figuring that they could do more good fighting terrorism on their own, without the strictures of CIA rules and regulations.

Recent events had thrown us back together again, and we hadn’t wasted any time picking up our personal as well as our professional relationship. Paul had been one of the best lovers I’ve had, and the things he was doing to my body at that moment proved that he hadn’t lost his touch.

Keeping his right hand on my neck, he moved his left hand, with aching slowness, down my waist, over my groin and down to my pussy. His fingers parted my pussy lips and slipped inside, my pussy moistening even more as his fingers expertly massaged my aching clit.

I felt the tip of his cock touch the entrance to my vagina, teasingly rubbing against it without trying to enter. The fire in my entire pelvic region began to spread through my body, hungry with need for his cock to slide inside and fill up the empty, aching space that was my cunt…

Bam! Bam! Bam! “Police”!

“Fuck,” I muttered to myself.

Normally I would have ignored a knock on the door at that point, but I knew that police, especially Russian police, don’t take kindly to being kept waiting. Paul, who is well known to police, grabbed his pants so they wouldn’t provide evidence of another occupant and ducked into the compartment’s tiny washroom.

I had so far been able to keep myself off police radar, so I wasn’t worried about opening the door, but I didn’t think I should do it in my present condition. I grabbed my T-shirt and yanked it on without taking time for panties or bra. I figured it would be long enough to provide a reasonable amount of decency with a minimum of delay.

I opened the door to find two burly Russian policemen standing outside. There was a long pause as I waited for them to announce what they wanted. Then I realized the significance of the pause.

"Um, excuse me; eyes up here, please.” I said in a sensual tone and gestured toward my eyes with my index and middle fingers, realizing that the T-shirt was a lot clingier and more see-through than I had realized. My breasts were clearly outlined in the fabric, and my dark areolas showed through plainly.

Their eyes snapped back to where they belonged as one of them stammered, "Uh, I mean...sorry, but have you, uh, maybe you have encountered this person?” He held out a photograph.   

 

“Wow, your English is very good, and he really is a handsome hunk; is he British?” I couldn't help but respond with an awkward, ear-to-ear grin and a level of excitement that made it seem like I'd just bumped into a celebrity or my ultimate crush.

"American, actually," the policeman replied, his eyes scanning inside our two-seat compartment.

"Oh, my apologies, officer. I've never crossed paths with him before," I fibbed.

“And this woman?” The officer inquired, presenting yet another photograph and trying, not very successfully, to avoid staring at my ample chest as it strained against the T-shirt.

"Um, well, n–n-no officer," I stammered, pretending to be much more flustered than I was.

The police officer inquired once more, seeking to provide reassurance, "Are you absolutely sure?"

"Indeed, officer, I'm quite certain," I responded, maintaining my seductive tone.

I was totally lying. I knew exactly who the people in the photos were: Paul’s ex-colleague Marcus and Paul’s nineteen-year-old daughter, Lim.

“May I have a look at your passport?” the officer inquired politely.

“Absolutely,” I responded quickly.

I had just about had it with these assholes, their pants bulging with what I hoped were very uncomfortable hard-ons that they had no opportunity to release. I’m sure they both were dying to slam me against the wall and fuck me silly, but the train was just a little bit too public for even Russian police to try a career-ending stunt like that. I decided to have some fun with their predicament.

I merrily twirled around and casually walked over to the bag resting on the couch. As I retrieved my passport from my bag, I deliberately let it slip from my grasp, and then, with a tantalizing slowness, I spread my legs apart and sensuously bent over to pick it up. Of course, the t-shirt rode up above my waist, giving them a clear view of my asshole and carefully shaved, juicy pussy.

They managed to keep their faces stoney as, with a shy smile, I extended the passport, but I could tell that they were both feeling as though they would blow their loads in their pants at any minute. 

"Um, here you go; by the way, uh, who are those people?"

“This morning, this woman detonated three bombs in Moscow and escaped with this man. She's a ruthless fugitive and may be aboard this train; please stay careful," cautioned the police officer, who gave my passport back without even looking at it.

“Thanks for the heads-up, officer,” I expressed my gratitude to the officer for the information.

The police officer shook his head and proceeded to the next compartment. I immediately closed and locked the door behind me. Still horny, desperately wanting his dick back in me, I leaned back at the door with my one leg up, leaving my pussy open, I called out, "They've left; it's safe to come out now."

Paul emerged from the restroom with his pants on, so I felt little disappointment, but understanding the gravity of the situation, I informed him, “Fuck, Paul, they have pictures of both of them, and they think it was Lim who initiated the bombing, even if she didn’t actually plant the bombs.”

Paul sighed deeply, sat across my luggage bag, and bent over with his face in his hands. “Annu, this is just so fucked up. When Marcus and I quit the CIA and decided to go it alone, he was so idealistic. He really thought he could do some good by combatting terrorism as an independent agent. Now he’s somehow gotten so twisted up with hate that he really seems to think he can make the world a better place by violence. God knows what he’ll try to do next. And Lim… what in God’s name did that girl ever see in him? Did she really fall for his bullshit about breaking down the world order so it could be rebuilt better?”

Ignoring the fact that I was half naked, I walked close to him, leaning down, I put my arm on his shoulder in what I hoped was a comforting gesture. I tried to ease his mind, if only a little. “At least she finally came to her senses after that previous fiasco of an operation. When she saw him kill a dozen innocent people without caring, she began to realize who he’d turned into. As long as Marcus doesn’t realize she’s turned against him, she can leak us incredibly useful information—the fact that they’re currently in Belarus. If we get there fast enough, we might be able to get her out of this mess and stop Marcus’s killings.”

Paul gazed out the window. We sat in silence for several minutes, our arms wrapped around each other, as we thought about the perversity of the world and the profound losses, we had both suffered and might still suffer if we couldn’t get Lim free of Marcus without her being further incriminated.

Perhaps it was the fact that Paul was tightly holding a woman clad only in a flimsy T-shirt, but I could feel the sorrow slowly ebbing from his body, replaced by a slow rekindling of the passion that the police had interrupted. Suddenly, a powerful connection ignited between us.

He leaned in, and as I closed my eyes, our lips met in a passionate collision, leading to a series of fervent kisses, including an exploratory dance on our tongues. But it didn't stop there. Leaving both my hands, he gently pulled me close to him, brushed my hair aside to reveal my eyes, and then leaned in for another kiss. This time, I responded with equal fervor, and our connection deepened.

I gently rested one hand on his shoulder while the other tenderly caressed his neck and kept kissing. Soon, his one hand ran over my breasts while the other slid down from my stomach to my groin area and then to my pussy, directly touching my clit. A shiver coursed through my body, and an involuntary moan escaped my lips.

At that moment, I was completely absorbed and focused on passionate kissing, unaware of anything else around me. Meanwhile, his hands slid under the T-shirt and firmly explored my buttocks, applying a mixture of forceful squeezes, light slaps, and delicate pinches, as he desired. All I could muster were passionate moans of pure enjoyment, reveling in every move he made.

He tenderly touched my lower back, overwhelmed by passion, before breaking the kiss and quickly pulling up my T-shirt. I willingly raised my arms, letting him remove it entirely, and we shared another passionate kiss.

I stood completely naked before him, savoring the sensation of his hands caressing every inch of my body and sending shivers through me. I could feel my pussy getting wet. Eventually, I reached for his erect dick, tracing my fingers along the outline of his hardness beneath his pants. I explored every part of him while he sensually stroked my most intimate area. I somehow managed to lower his pants while he slipped two fingers inside my moist pussy.

I moaned aloud this time, “Ohhhh.”

Our lips locked in a passionate embrace, tongues entwined in a dance of desire, while his skilled hand explored the depths of my fervent cunt. As I gently caressed his throbbing dick, his manhood grew taut and unyielding, aching to fire.

In an intoxicating moment, he broke our kiss, his primal desire taking over. With a purposeful fervor, he guided me to the plush couch, a canvas for our shared longing. As I reclined sensuously upon its inviting surface, our eyes locked in a fierce, heated connection. Without hesitation, he descended to his knees, ready to fulfill my deepest yearnings.

Parting my legs seductively, he sensually traced his tongue from the depths of my asshole, lingering on every delicate part until reaching the apex of my pleasure, my clit. A tantalizing shiver surged through me, electrifying my senses.

It had been an eternity since I had experienced such intimate attention, and I surrendered to the overwhelming ecstasy, releasing a passionate, breathy moan, "Ohhhh, yesss..."

He sensually explored every inch of my intimate folds with his tantalizing tongue. His expert caresses danced from the soft contours of my delicate petals to the most tender spots, causing an electrifying surge of pleasure that made it nearly impossible to maintain my composure. 

My fingers instinctively entwined in his hair, pulling him closer as I guided his every movement, my voice slipping into a symphony of sensual moans and gasps. "Oh, yes, right there; ahhh, that's it; oh, my, yes." 

My orgasm began to surge within me, my heart quickening its rhythm. My legs quivered in anticipation, and in that electrifying instant, he added the final flourish, gently penetrating two fingers inside my most intimate depth, my cunt, while simultaneously teasing my sensitive clit with his tongue. I purred, "Mmm, just like that, right there, ohh, that's the spot, oh, my, yes."

 As the core of my existence trembled, a sensual shiver ran through me. I passionately embraced my own desire, yielding to the enchanting wave of pleasure that enveloped me, akin to an ardent symphony of longing.

 Immediately, I shifted my posture, enticingly guiding him to rise from his knees. He stood and settled beside me on the couch, his presence igniting a fiery passion within me. I went on my knees and seductively leaned in to explore his dick. I used my tongue to lick his arousal and sensuously enveloped it in the warmth of my mouth.

He collected every strand of my lush black hair, twining them around his fingers with a gentle yet firm grip. As our desire intensified, I spat on his dick, teasingly tracing a moist path along his throbbing arousal with my tongue. Simultaneously, his fingers explored the depths between my trembling thighs, igniting a fiery dance on my clit one more time.

He cupped his hand around the back of my head, urging me to savor his dick all the way in, denying any escape from his throbbing need. He thrust into my mouth in rhythm with the rocking of the train, and I tried to reflect the motion as I bobbed my head against him, letting his dick slide all the way down my throat and then out again for a gasping breath.

Gradually, I found myself losing my breath; my lips and tongue worked in perfect harmony while my body responded with an undeniable fervor.

He released my head, allowing me to catch my breath, but not for long as he put his dick back in my mouth and stared to fuck my face roughly.

After five or six minutes of rough face-fucking, he finally released his grip on my head, allowing me to catch my breath again. My face flushed crimson, and saliva dripped from my mouth. He grabbed my right leg and guided me to turn around.

Gracefully, I lowered myself onto his lap. My body responded to the magnetic pull between us. Gently, I positioned his dick at the threshold of my cunt hole. The tantalizing pressure grew as I sensuously sank down, my heart racing with every inch of closeness.

As I descended, his masculine dick began its exquisite journey, slipping into my depths until it disappeared inside my cunt.

With a firm grip on my waist, he led me to bounce atop his dick. As I surrendered to the intimate connection, I began to bounce with rhythmic grace, again letting my body attune its rhythm to the gentle rocking of the train.

Each of his passionate thrusts sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, his movements teasing and tantalizing my senses. It wasn't long before I succumbed to yet another intoxicating climax, my legs quivering with desire and threatening to give way beneath me. But he was relentless, his ardor driving him to new heights, and he didn't cease his sensual assault until he whispered in a voice heavy with anticipation, "I’m going to cum.”

I rose from his dick and sank to my knees on the plush couch. He reclined sensually and invitingly on the supple leather. With a sultry gaze, I took his hardened dick into my eager mouth and teasingly flicked my tongue over his mushroom top.

The rhythm of my hands, both skilled and sensuous, stroked his throbbing dick while my tongue danced over the velvety crown. In a crescendo of passion, he sprayed his cum into my waiting mouth.

Breathlessly, I succumbed to the intensity of the moment and collapsed on top of him. We remained folded naked in each other’s arms until we arrived in Belarus.

Meanwhile, global news channels swiftly began broadcasting the explosion report, detailing how three successive blasts had claimed the lives of over 10,000 individuals (about the seating capacity of Cameron Basketball Stadium at Duke University).

In response, leaders from around the world, including presidents and prime ministers, extended their condolences. The NATO president also announced the commencement of an investigation to identify the responsible party.

Marcus and Lim embarked on a journey to their secret location. Once they arrived, Marcus initiated a video call with the President of NATO as well as the 27 EU heads of countries, including the Presidents and Prime Ministers of Italy, the UK, France, and Germany.

I had no idea how he had the capacity to pull off a technological feat like that, but I knew that he had pulled together a team of some of the smartest, if not the most well-intentioned, operatives in the world. I wasn’t surprised that he could seize control of so many feeds at once.

“I have reason to believe that the United States was behind the explosions in Moscow and that this is the agent who was responsible.” He displayed a picture of me holding a gun.

Marcus didn’t, at that moment, have any special credibility on the international scene. As far as anyone knew, he was just an ex-CIA agent who had taken it upon himself to root out terrorism. And a picture of a woman holding a gun is hardly proof of anything whatsoever. But Marcus’ various past successes rooting out terrorism, combined with the fact that news of his later, more corrupt exploits hadn’t yet been revealed, gave the accusation at least enough potential credibility to make the world’s leaders concerned.

In response to Marcus's recommendation and in light of the existing evidence, the British Prime Minister, along with the 27 heads of countries of the European Union, jointly opted to formally invite representatives from Washington, D.C., to attend an immediate security summit scheduled to take place in London.

All of this was already happening when we reached Belarus.

Clearly, we needed reinforcements, especially on the technical side. I got in touch with an old acquaintance, Aram Mojtabai, thirty-five years old, six feet tall, a former lover, and a highly skilled computer genius affiliated with MOSSAD.

He possessed extraordinary talents in the realm of cyberhacking and, I must add, was quite adventurous in the bedroom. Plus, given the strategic significance of Israel as one of Belarus' foremost partners in the Middle East, it would be important to have an Israeli on hand as we tried to peel back the layers of Marcus’s plot.

When we arrived at the hotel, we booked two separate rooms with a connecting door, allowing us to move discreetly between the rooms without encountering anyone. After completing our check-in, Aram and I proceeded to our shared room while Paul occupied the other. We tipped the bell boy heavily and placed a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on our doors, effectively ensuring that no one, not even room service, would bother us.

Next three of us gathered in Paul’s room with a specific plan in mind. We decided that if anyone unexpected were to enter, Paul and I would hide while Aram took charge of the situation. It was a bit of an unconventional arrangement, but it allowed us to maintain our privacy and minimize any potential disruptions during our stay.

We started with Marcus's first crime. Even a flawless criminal like him, who usually leaves no evidence behind, can make errors in their first crime. Thus, we embarked on our research journey.

I couldn’t believe the amount of supposedly secure information that Aram and the associates that he connected with back in Tel Aviv could pry out of the systems Marcus was using. He seemed to be able to sneak in anywhere, read what Marcus didn’t want him to read, and slip out undetected. I was certainly glad that MOSSAD was on our side.

After long research, we collected vital evidence concerning Marcus's involvement with ammunition in Europe. We knew, though, that we would need to corroborate the evidence in person before it would hold any water with the World Summit.

We broke down our tasks into three distinct parts. With the help of his crew, Aram took care of booking my flight to London for the summit, while he and Paul jointly decided to journey to Germany and Ukraine to investigate the gathered evidence.

As midnight approached, fatigue and hunger had taken hold of all of us. It was then that I decided to treat myself to a comforting, warm shower while Paul ventured outside to procure some much-needed sustenance for us.

I entered our room, removed my clothes, and then wrapped a towel around myself. I noticed there was complimentary wine in the room, so I decided to enjoy a couple of glasses before stepping into the bathroom.

I finished my wine, turned on the water and was casually admiring myself in the mirror while I waited for the water to heat up when, all of a sudden, Aram walked in. I followed his reflection in the mirror for a few long seconds, then slowly turned to face him. I had felt perfectly capable of working with him professionally without letting our past love affair and the messy way it ended get in the way. I had even felt comfortable sharing a room with him, even though we had booked two queen beds and I had no intention of letting him join me in mine. But somehow, meeting him alone like this with only a fluffy hotel towel around me, I felt uncharacteristically flustered and emotionally on edge.

My voice quivered as I raised an eyebrow, and I managed to put on a hesitant smile, softly inquiring, "Um, what are you doing here?"

He smiled back at me and said, “I'm going to take a shower.”

"What do you, um, mean?" I turned around, feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks, and timidly placed both my hands on the sink. I leaned back slightly as he approached, my heart pounding, and he gently placed both of his hands between mine, effectively blocking me.

"I'm sorry that I left you," he began, but I firmly placed my hand on his chest, resisting his attempt to move closer. His lips hovered just an inch from mine. I asserted, "Listen, honey, I arrived here first, so I'll be taking a shower, and then you can have this bathroom all night long if you want."

“What if we shower together?”

"Yeah, that's never going to happen again."

“I’m sure you are saying this, but, in your mind, you're secretly yearning for us to share a steamy shower together," he whispered, his hands sensually tracing the contours of my bare shoulder.

I swiftly and firmly pulled his hand away, asserting, "That's enough; please get out of here."

"Okay, okay, okay," he remarked, lifting his hand before adding, "Alright, I'm on my way out."

He walked backward, looking at me, and exited the bathroom. I exhaled deeply, letting my towel glide gracefully from my hand to the floor as I stepped into the shower. I positioned myself directly under the showerhead, relishing the invigorating flow of water enveloping my bare body.

The warm water provided such a soothing and relaxing sensation that I couldn't resist closing my eyes to fully enjoy it. However, my tranquility was abruptly interrupted when I felt fingers delicately trace a path from my stomach to my pussy from both sides.

Startled, I opened my eyes and discovered that it was Aram. Before I could react, he held me firmly, rendering me immobile. His touch soon found its way to my moist clit, eliciting a soft moan from me. I reluctantly whispered, "Ahh... Aram, we really shouldn't be doing this."

He gently pressed his lips against my exposed shoulder, and with a soft, tender tone, he whispered, "Annu, do you not sense the irresistible attraction of this moment, drawing us closer?"

The sensation of warm water combined with his gentle caress sent shivers down my spine, igniting a passionate fire within me. Magically, the years of estrangement between us fell away. It was an intimate moment of pure relaxation, rendering me speechless as I reached out and tenderly traced my fingers along the contours of his semi-erect dick, which pressed enticingly against my ass.

I gently caressed his dick as he fondled my breasts with one hand and skillfully stimulated my clitoris with the other, all the while planting tender kisses on my neck and shoulder.

I allowed him to explore my private parts for a few moments while I stroked his dick. Then I turned around, and we locked eyes intensely. In an instant, we both leaned in and shared a passionate kiss. He gently brushed my hair away from my shoulder and rested both hands on my upper back, caressing my neck and sending delightful shivers through me.

I continued to caress his throbbing dick, our lips dancing in a sensuous tango, intertwining with an electrifying passion. His strong hands traced the contours of my curves, gently squeezing my supple ass cheeks, evoking the intoxicating memories of our passionate encounters in the old days.

Breaking the kiss, he gently urged me to kneel before him, his fingers tracing the contours of my hair sensuously. His gesture left no room for misunderstanding, and I willingly took his dick. With an intense longing, I engulfed his aroused dick in my mouth, my lips and tongue dancing in unison, pleasuring him with every stroke.

He released a sigh almost instantly, and his cock grew harder. After a brief, passionate sucking, he gently guided me to stand, and as I rose, I playfully dipped my hands into the water and giggled.

He moved a bit closer to me, trailing his fingers between my buttocks and brushing against my clit once more. I chuckled and casually extended one leg towards the side of bathtub, making it easier to access my pussy completely.

However, he surprised me by abruptly turning off the shower and lifting me, gently laying me on my back inside the tub. As I settled in, a warm smile crossed my lips, and he sensually grasped my thigh, positioning my foot delicately on the tub's edge to spread my legs farther apart.

He inserted his two fingers into my mouth, and I eagerly sucked on them to moisten them. Without any warning, he withdrew his fingers from my mouth and smoothly entered them into my cunt. I let out a moan, my eyes half-lidded, as I simultaneously stroked him with my hand. Aram had always told me that my expression while moaning was his favorite.

His skilled fingers, exploring the depths of my cunt hole, set my senses ablaze, igniting a fiery passion within me. Each tantalizing touch sent shivers down my spine, causing my breath to quicken and my heart to race in anticipation. My voice was heavy with longing, and I pleaded, "Aram, please, fuck me now."

Upon hearing that, he knelt on the wet floor of the tub and positioned himself between my spread legs. Supporting himself on one hand, he used the other to guide his dick between my pussy lips. He began to push, and I could feel his big, wet dick begin to slide sensuously into me, inch by inch. I closed my eyes and started moaning loudly with intermittent gasps of pleasure. "Ohh... ahh... ahh..."

His enduring strategy to prolong our intimate moments involved diverting my attention with unrelated conversations, claiming the distraction helped his stamina. So, he abruptly interjected, “You’re enjoying this, Annu.”

I had been familiar with his strategies for quite some time, and it was clear what he was attempting. However, given the gravity of the situation, I wasn't in the mood for an extended, intimate encounter. I responded curtly, giving him an intense glare, “Just shut the fuck up and keep fucking me.”

While my anger towards him for taking advantage of my emotional confusion was real, the physical attraction was undeniable, leading me to wrap my legs around his waist to pull him more tightly into me. Aram pounded into me until my legs started to ache. Sensing my discomfort, Aram halted and, grabbing my buttocks, instructed, "Stand up."

I followed instructions obediently, and with a firm grip on my hair, he guided me to the opposite side of the tub. I positioned my leg on the edge of the bathtub, my anticipation building with each passing moment. My back pressed against the wall, creating just enough room for what was to come. Every breath escaped my lips as a heated sigh, my body yearning for what was about to transpire.

Aram approached nearer and took me in his strong grasp, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he shoved his dick back inside me from the front, igniting a symphony of gasps and passionate sighs that echoed throughout the room, harmonizing with the rhythmic tempo of our love.

I grasped the tap handle, my fingers wrapping around it tightly, and my breath hitched as I slid my other hand down to my sensitive core, gently tracing circles around my clitoral area. Soft moans escaped my lips as I explored my desires, my body responding eagerly to my touch.

My legs trembled as waves of pleasure surged through me, each stroke igniting a sensual fire deep within. I could feel the intensity building and my climax drawing near, and just as I was about to surrender to the ecstasy, Aram whispered in his husky voice, "I'm going to cum, Annu."

“Fine, cum inside me,” I whispered, consumed by intense desire, my focus entirely on the impending climax.

“Are you sure?”

“Just keep fucking, you bastard,” I whispered, and in an instant, I reached the pinnacle of pleasure, my body quivering as my essence spilled forth.

As my inner muscles contracted, they enveloped his hardness, and moments later, I sensed the warmth of his sticky liquid filling me.

We stood shuddering for what seemed like many minutes as we reveled in our orgasms. Then he slowly slid his softening dick out of me. It glistened with a mixture of his juices and mine, and I could feel his seed seeping out of my cunt and starting to run down the insides of my thighs.

Aram backed away to the far end of the bathtub and settled down, inviting me to join him.  “There’s one big advantage to fucking in the bathtub, no?” He said this as he turned on the tap and adjusted the temperature.

As the warm water began to rise, I exchanged a smile, then turned around and settled between his legs, facing away from him. I leaned back against his chest, and he embraced me, gently massaging my shoulders as the water rose.

I reached down and gently washed the goo off his dick, and he reached between my legs and used the warm water to do the same for me. We both felt a sense of relaxation in the warm water, and a contented smile graced his face as we sat together.

The refreshing sensation of the water was so delightful that both Aram and I remained submerged while discussing our personal lives until Paul interrupted us by knocking on the door with food. Aram and I both hastily wrapped towels around ourselves before stepping outside.

Aram dressed himself and took a seat next to Paul on the chairs, while I remained wrapped in a towel and perched on the edge of the bed. We relished a meal together, delighting in dishes such as Borscht, Salo, and meat and rice-filled dumplings.

Paul didn’t say a word about seeing us both come out of the bathroom damp and naked, aside from our towels. That’s one thing I’ve always loved about both of them: as long as they each get their fair share of fucking from me, neither has the time to be jealous of the other.

I guess they decided to leave me the room to myself that night, for they both left for the other room as soon as we had all finished enjoying the food that Belarus had offered us. I took off the towel and slipped naked and exhausted between the sheets.

 

The next day, I kissed both of them goodbye and set off on a flight to London. Once in London, I discovered that there was no U.S. president present; instead, Thomas Hawke, the Attorney General, attended the meeting, explaining that the situation was so chaotic in Washington that the President had felt that he was needed more there.

At the meeting, participants argued over the picture of me with my gun, trying to make the case that the attack had been planned by the United States. Really, the picture was as meaningless as could be imagined. Given the absence of any other corroborating evidence, Thomas concluded the meeting and exited the room. He said nothing, but the look on his face spoke volumes about how he felt about so many world leaders having their time wasted.

I had known Thomas privately even before he assumed the role of Attorney General. We undertook numerous missions together, and he was undoubtedly the one who could provide me with the most assistance. Therefore, when he was about to get back into his car, I called him at his personal number. He responded with, "Whoever you are, you shouldn't have this number."

"Well, since I have your number, it’s obvious I want something important," I retorted.

He glanced around, scrutinizing his surroundings. Upon recognizing my voice, he inquired, "What the fuck do you want, Annu?"

"I need your help; can we arrange to meet for a drink?" I inquired.

"I'm rather occupied, my dear..." he began, ready to provide excuses, but I cut him off with, "Don't fucking play with me now, Thomas."

I guess we had known each other long enough that he knew that when I got that tone, I really did have something important to discuss. “Alright, I’m in room 1260. Let’s meet in, say, ten minutes.”

Exactly ten minutes later, I knocked on the door of 1260. It was opened by a big black man who had “bodyguard” written all over him. He stood at an impressive height of at least 6.4 feet and possessed a robust build, appearing to be in his mid-30s.

As I walked in, he promptly instructed me to stop by showing his hand, and he initiated a rather thorough security check. He meticulously ran his hands over various parts of my body, including touching my asscrack through my dress and lifting up my breasts to feel underneath them. But when he started slowly moving his hands under my dress towards my thong, he ignited a surge of excitement and caused a subtle moistness between my legs.

At that point, Thomas had killed his bodyguard’s pleasure. “That’s enough, Mambo. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have any weapons inside there.”

The security guard looked disappointed but straightened himself, pivoted to face Thomas, and gestured with his hand, guiding me forward. Thomas occupied the solitary chair positioned at the far end of the room, with a knee-high glass table before him. Two drinks were already poured and set out; Thomas obviously remembered what I liked to drink.

I perched on a footstool. "Thomas, I need your help bringing Marcus down."

"Annu, it's been a while, hasn't it?" Thomas inquired.

I let out a sigh. "Marcus orchestrated the explosion and is attempting to frame it as an American attack. This might provoke the Russians into retaliating, potentially leading to World War III," I explained.

"Do you have any evidence?" he inquired.

"I'm in the process of gathering it, Thomas. Right now, I need you to have faith in me," I implored.

"You're jeopardizing my business; I can't agree to that," he protested.

I wasn’t surprised. I’d known Thomas long enough to know that, while he wasn’t a total sociopath like Marcus, he didn’t have very many scruples where money was to be made. But he was also no idiot. He must have known that there would be no money to be made if Marcus managed to maneuver Russia and the US into blowing up the world. So I persisted.

"In our line of work, there's no 'can't.' There's only what you're willing to do and what you're not," I responded.

Before I could finish, he interrupted, saying, "You're right. But you know me. I won't do anything unless there's something in it for me."

“So, what do you have on Marcus? If we put our evidence together, we might be able to take him down with little or no bloodshed.”

“Mambo, can you get the file on Marcus for me?”

Mambo disappeared and returned with a plump brown leather portfolio. He handed it to Thomas, who tossed it on the table in front of me. “The documents in here, added to yours, will give us a trail right to Marcus.”

I reached out for the portfolio, but Thomas snatched it away and handed it back to Mambo. “Tut, tut, my dear. You know I want something in return.”

He grinned at me in an unnerving snakelike way, while his eyes traced every contour of my form, top to bottom. I was wearing a strapless yellow dress that bore an asymmetrical neckline, a sultry thigh slit, and razor-sharp triangular hems. The dress had a tie-up belt that I had fastened with a little side knot. I was wearing nude pointed-toe Christian Louboutin heels and chunky gold-toned hoops.

I noticed his mouth was moist, and his desire was evident. I subtly shifted my gaze to the right and noticed that the imposing figure was still observing us. Sensing my unease, Thomas reassured me, saying, "Don't fret about Mambo; he always enjoys watching me fuck my wife or any other woman.”

I said, "Are you fucking kidding me, Thomas? That's not going to happen." My life includes a lot of sex, but I’ve never fucked anyone with someone else watching, regardless of how much of a turn-on some people find that. Especially not Mambo, who was beginning to remind me more and more of the sinister character Jaws from the old James Bond movies.

Thomas raised his Scotch glass, took a sip, and said, “You don’t want to nail the one responsible for orchestrating the bombings in Moscow and now Ukraine?"

I gazed at the table, then shifted my gaze to meet his eyes. After a moment of contemplation, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly guided both of my hands towards the side of my dress. I fumbled with the knot, which released its grip, letting my dress descend in the most delicate manner. I stood uncomfortably before Thomas, dressed in nothing but a lacy white bra and a skimpy matching thong.

Thomas ran his eyes up and down my body. "Delicious, now the lingerie.”

For someone who’s fucked half the men and women in Europe, I felt weirdly self-conscious under Thomas’s snakelike stare. Maybe it was because we had never had sex with each other before, and it made me feel weirdly virginal. Maybe it was Mambo hovering nearby, watching intently as his boss’s prey was slowly revealed. Or maybe I was just not used to being blackmailed into sex, especially not with something as important as the fate of the world hanging in the balance. But I wasn’t going to back out now.

With my eyes gently closed, I cautiously ran my trembling fingers along the clasp of my bra, delicately unhooking it and ever so timidly allowing it to slip to one side. It immediately glided across my body, unveiling my left breast and causing a blush to creep onto my cheeks.

In my bashfulness, I hesitantly placed my left hand on my right shoulder, attempting to discreetly shield my modesty, and timidly released the bra to the floor. Despite my sincere effort, one hand alone couldn't quite conceal my exposed breasts. However, it wasn't my bare breasts I sought to hide, but rather the overwhelming embarrassment that had engulfed me.

Of course, by being so hesitant, all I was doing was providing a tantalizing strip show for Thomas and Mambo’s titillation. I would have been better to have just nonchalantly stripped as if I were getting ready for bed in the privacy of my bedroom. "Deliciously alluring," Thomas commented once more, pausing briefly before gesturing toward my thong. "That panty, Annu."

I let out a sigh and tugged down my thong, pulling it down to my mid-thigh before releasing it. It immediately dropped on the floor, making me naked except for my heels.

“My God, Jim was fucking lucky to have this body,” Thomas said.

"Could we, um, perhaps just, you know, get this over with?" I stammered, my cheeks ablaze with a deepening shade of red. Bringing up my late husband’s name only made the moment more awkward, which I’m sure was exactly what Thomas intended.

“Darling, get on your knees and crawl up on the table,” he said.

“Jesus, is there anything this asshole won’t do to humiliate me?” I thought to myself.

But weirdly, even though I am totally not a submissive by nature, the humiliation was beginning to feel more erotic. I had never been in a position where a man could order me around like this, and somehow it was starting to make my pussy moisten. Gradually inching closer, I found myself surrendering to the strange allure of my powerlessness. My heart pounded, and every part of me trembled with excitement as I approached the table.

Finally, after numerous purposely teasing tries, I climbed on the table, every gesture resonating like a seductive siren's song in the room. Thomas had power over me in the form of the documents I needed, but I suddenly realized that I had power over him too. I could flaunt my body in his face and make him ache for it.

On my hands and knees on the glass table, I looked down and saw my dangling breasts. I moved gently and made them rock back and forth to draw Thomas’s eyes.

Thomas abruptly rose before me, mere inches from my face, and declared, “Take out my cock, darling.”

I leaned in closer, maintaining my kneeling position on the table with my ass arched up in the air, offering Mambo a clear view of my cunt and asshole. I unfastened his belt, then proceeded to release the clasp and undo the zipper. In one fluid motion, I lowered his pants and underwear, revealing his aroused dick.

“Now, suck my dick, darling,” he commanded.

If he calls me darling one more time, I thought to myself, I’ll break off his cock and shove it up his ass. But I didn’t let my annoyance show. I just grabbed his shaft with a languorous, teasing motion. I traced my tongue along the quivering sensitivity of his tip, coaxing forth a sultry, involuntary moan from his lips. "Mmmm..."

In spite of myself, I was seriously beginning to enjoy this. I sensually explored every inch of his throbbing desire, tracing the contours with my eager tongue from every enticing perspective. His suppressed moans sent shivers of desire cascading through my body, awakening a primal heat deep within me. With an irresistible hunger, I engulfed his aching manhood, savoring the intoxicating rhythm of passion.

He firmly held my hair, preventing it from falling across my face, guiding me to tilt my head, and encouraging me to take his dick deep into my throat. Meanwhile, my hands found their way between my legs, where I began to sensually stimulate my clit.

After a couple of minutes of slow sucking, I increased the pace and enthusiastically engaged in bobbing, but then he yanked my hair and said, “Enough, now turn around.”

I complied, withdrawing my attention from his throbbing dick and turning around. Thomas exclaimed, “Mambo, don’t just stand there; come here. Annu is going to suck your dick while I fuck her dirty cunt, just like we did to my wife last weekend.”

"What?" I gasped in surprise while I felt his hand on my pussy, “That wasn't part of our deal.”

“Oh, come on, Annu,” he whispered huskily, his voice dripping with desire. Before I could utter another word, I felt his thick dick filling my hole.  I moaned loudly, “Ugghhhh mmmh.”

At that moment, Mambo approached the table, positioning himself directly in front of me. Without hesitation, I pulled his pants and underwear down just the way I had done for his boss.

Oh. My. God. What sprang free when I pulled his underwear down was the biggest, thickest black dick I had ever seen. I didn’t have a ruler handy, but it must have been at least nine inches long, maybe more, and thick enough that I could see I was going to have trouble wrapping my hand around it. This was going to be a challenge.

As I began to contemplate why the United States Attorney General would allow his spouse to engage in an intimate relationship with his bodyguard, it became clear that Mambo's imposing physical presence might make it difficult for anyone to resist temptation or remain faithful. So, I chose to put aside those thoughts and concentrate on giving pleasure to his remarkable manhood by putting it into my mouth.

I felt an amazing and surreal sensation as I stretched my mouth as wide as I could and wrapped my lips around his huge dick. I wanted to be a good slut, better than anyone else. Therefore, I sensually caressed the tip of his dick with my tongue, teasing him just as I did with Aram last night.

I couldn't manage to accommodate his entire length of dick in my mouth, but I was doing my level best. To maintain balance, I gripped his dick with one hand while the other explored my own clit, all while struggling to maintain my position on my knees.

"Oh, God," Mambo moaned.

In the meantime, Thomas started to pound my cunt, roughly grabbing my bare ass. Although it didn’t take much time, Thomas warned, “I’m going to cum.”

I pulled my mouth off Mambo long enough to exclaim, “What, this soon?” I didn’t want him to finish until I made it to my climax.

“Yes, your mouth work and tight cunt.... ahhhh” He couldn’t even finish talking and sprayed his cum inside my hole.

I let out a soft, lingering sigh of disappointment, my anticipation tinged with desire. However, Thomas had other dirty intentions in mind. He whispered, "Get on your back, Annu."

"Hmm?" I wasn’t quite sure how to respond, but I got off my knees and rolled onto my back to wait for whatever would come next.

Thomas stepped back and Mambo stepped into the space between my legs. He firmly gripped both of my legs and spread them wide apart. Before I could react, Thomas inserted his cum coated dick into my mouth. I could only softly shake my head, a futile gesture that seemed to hold no sway. I felt Mambo’s magnificent dick pry my pussy lips apart and find the entrance to my cunt, then start pressing.

I tried to focus on relaxing my muscles and spreading my legs even wider to let my cunt expand around that elephant wang Mambo was equipped with. As he forced the tip in and my tissues stretched painfully around it, I was glad I was well lubed with Thomas’s cum.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I almost cried out loud even with the dick inside my mouth; tears welled up in my eyes as Mambo shoved his huge dick inside my cunt.

That was my first experience of being spit-roasted, and I couldn't honestly claim to have relished it to the utmost. I would rather have paid full attention to one hole or the other. But I didn’t have any choice in the matter if I wanted those documents.

Mambo began to fuck me at a leisurely pace, thankfully avoiding any forceful attempts to penetrate deeply. Instead, he displayed a tender and considerate approach, moving his huge, throbbing penis in and out with care and never pushing deep enough to ram my cervix.

Once the initial pain of being stretched out faded, I began to enjoy the sensation of having such a massive dick sliding back and forth inside me. Now I knew why Thomas’s wife preferred sex with Mambo over him.

On the other hand, Thomas face-fucked me roughly, making me taste his cum. For the first time in three years, I started to feel like it was Jim who was fucking me like his whore. For all his kind and generous manner, Jim had always loved rough oral sex whenever I took his dick in my mouth, and I loved it just as much.

Soon after, the pain melted into a sensual sensation, leaving me feeling not just alive but truly awakened to the pleasure coursing through me. As my body responded to the intoxicating rhythm of desire, an exquisite anticipation began to unfurl deep within.

My fingertips danced, caressing my sensitive clit and igniting the fire within me. Meanwhile, I finished sucking Thomas’s dick with my eager lips and aching hunger. It was too soon for him to cum again after he’d emptied his load in my cunt, but he certainly seemed to enjoy feeding me his cock for dessert. He donned his pants, reclining on the couch, his gaze smoldering with the echoes of our shared passion.

After a few seconds of fucking, Mambo demanded, “Stand up and bend over on the table.”

He stepped out of his pants, and I promptly descended from the table, stood firmly on my heels, bent over, and spread my legs. I grasped the table with both hands for support. Mambo shoved his dick inside my cunt again, from the back this time.

"Oh my, oh my god, yes, uh, ah, uuuuuuuuuuh, sweet Jesus." I gasped and moaned as he continued assaulting my cunt from behind. His one hand was gripping my bare ass and the other was tangled in my hair. With every passionate thrust, my breasts swayed, and I felt a delightful sensation in my lower abdomen. I locked eyes with Thomas, and my pupils danced with ecstasy. I couldn't help but bite my lip.

My breath deepened and quickened, a sultry rhythm that mirrored the rising heat within me. My voice underwent a seductive transformation, with its timbre taking on a sensuous allure. As my legs quivered with desire, my passionate moans grew in intensity, filling the room with their erotic symphony.

In the throes of ecstasy, my climax rippled through me, a sensual crescendo that left me trembling from head to toe. My legs, entwined in pleasure's embrace, began to slowly draw together. It was then that Mambo, with a commanding yet irresistible tone, demanded, "Back on your knees."

Mambo pulled his dick out of my cunt and I sensuously swiveled my body, sinking to my knees, my breath hot and heavy, reminiscent of the wild ecstasy that had just consumed me. Mambo walked around to my head end again and presented his dick, slick with my own pussy juices and the remains of Thomas’s cum.

I gradually accepted more of his sizable dick into my mouth, resolutely committed to accommodating all of it, even though my previous experiences had involved no more than maybe seven inches. The gentle moans escaping him fueled my enthusiasm with each downward motion as I gradually engulfed more and more of his length.

After a few minutes, I was rhythmically moving up and down, already taking in over six inches, eagerly anticipating the moment when I could fully embrace all nine inches.

Mambo's sultry moans filled the air, his body quivering with desire as I lavished his throbbing manhood with intense devotion, acutely aware that his climax was rapidly approaching. He gasped, his voice laced with anticipation, "I won't be able to hold back much longer. I'm going to cum soon."

I wanted to taste his cum, wanted to swallow his full load, and still wanting to devour all nine inches in my mouth, I began bobbing faster. I had over seven inches in my mouth when he grunted and unloaded huge spurts of his cum into my mouth. But I continued bobbing, swallowing every drop of his sweet seed.

Finally, I took his dick out of my mouth, and Mambo helped me stand; although I was barely able to stand wearing those high heels, yet I somehow managed. Our eyes locked, a smoldering connection was forged, and I sensuously traced my tongue across my moistened lips, seductively gathering the remnants of our passionate encounter from my chin. With a playful wink, I purred, “Hope you liked that.”

He remained silent, yet he displayed true gentlemanly behavior by retrieving my clothes from the floor and handing them to me, just as I was contemplating getting up to collect them myself.

“Fuck that was hot, Annu,” Thomas said.

Disregarding the bra and panty, I slid into my dress, and began to fasten belt while I replied, "I'm pleased you brought Mambo along."

With a smile, he gestured to Mambo, who promptly retrieved the file resting on the table and handed it to me. I glanced through the file quickly with the thought that, added to what we had gathered till now, these documents would allow us to locate Marcus and put him away.

Suddenly I found an unknown person’s photo shaking hands with Marcus, so I asked Thomas, showing that picture, “Who is this?”

“Aaron Konecki, a local drug dealer from Ukraine.”

“What are they doing at Etelä-Suomi?” I asked, recognizing the place somehow.

“Where?” Thomas asked back cluelessly when Mambo replied, “On the Russia-Finland border.”

“Isn’t Russia recently reported a missing submarine there?” Thomas asked.

"I told you already that Marcus is plotting to incite conflict between America and Russia," I replied.

“Oh dear, the U.S. president is heading to Moscow for a peace summit. Is he planning to launch an attack on that plane from that Russian submarine tomorrow?"

“Where is this Aaron Konecki?”

Mambo immediately started calling his source after getting a hint from Thomas.

"Annu, I’m sorry about bringing Jim during our… He was exceptionally humble, swift, resilient, and fearless.”

My cheeks flushed, my lips sealed, and my eyes blinked as I listened to him. “He never talked much about his personal life but always mentioned how much he loved you...”

Thomas couldn’t finish his words when Mambo hung up the phone and announced, “He's currently in Helsinki, cooking up something big.”

"Thanks. We’ll head out right away. This file is exactly what we needed."

“Annu, his brilliance eventually led us to uncover Marcus's involvement in a clandestine operation, transporting German ammunition via occupied Ukraine to Russia, I’m sure you are the only person who will take down that son of a bitch.”

As I turned to leave the room, I couldn’t resist giving Mambo’s huge dick one last, lingering squeeze through his pants.

He discreetly returned my bra and panties to me. I accepted them from his hand, but stacking them together, I tucked them into his pocket, and whispered, "Hold onto these; you might savor the flavor."

“Thanks for that great fuck, sweetheart,” he said with an innocent smile on his face and added, “I haven’t met many women who can take that monster the first time and enjoy it.”

“I thought it was great. I’ve never felt so stretched out and filled up.” I pointedly avoided complimenting Thomas and his ninety-second fuck as I tucked the portfolio under my arm and left the suite.

The minute I left Thomas’s suite and got back to the car, I set up a three-way encrypted conversation with Aram in Germany and Paul in Ukraine, where they were still conducting their portions of our research.

“Boys, sudden change of plans.” I quickly outlined the new information on Marcus’s plans that I had gotten from Thomas. “We’ve got to get to Helsinki and find Aaron Konecki before he can fire those missiles.”

“Wait a minute,” exclaimed Aram. “I know Thomas Hawke. He never gives anything away. How’d you convince that snake to give you sensitive information like that?”

“You probably don’t want the details. Let’s just say my pussy’s still pretty sore.”

There was a short silence from both Aram and Paul. I pictured them both wincing at the picture in their minds.

“Never mind that,” I broke in. “We all have to get moving. We’ll meet up at our usual hotel and go from there.”

Since he only had to come from Germany, Aram was in Helsinki already when I arrived and had booked our usual two adjoining rooms. Paul was still making his way from Ukraine via a circuitous route through the Baltic countries, starting from Lviv in Ukraine, passing through Vilnius in Lithuania, Riga in Latvia, and finally Tallinn in Estonia. From there, he took a high-speed boat to reach Helsinki, Finland.

We couldn’t afford to wait for him. All the information we needed to track down Aaron Konecki was already shared by Mambo. If we waited for reinforcements, the president could be dead by the time we intervened and international chaos could be erupting. Against our better judgement, we decided that we had to go it alone.

I switched to my preferred combat wear—a dependable bra, comfortable panties, a pair of jeans, a casual T-shirt, and a jacket that nicely covered my Glock .42—and headed over to Aaron's house. Upon our arrival at his bungalow, we discreetly eliminated the guard who was posted outside the front door, using a silenced gun. I carefully jimmied the latch on the front door and we crept quietly inside.

We stood in the hallway and listened closely. From somewhere toward the back of the house, we could hear sounds that suggested Konecki was highly distracted at the moment: rhythmically creaking bedsprings, a stream of female squeaks of pleasure, male grunts of sexual fervor.

I peeked around the corner of an open bedroom door, and sure enough, there was Konecki lying between a woman’s legs, swiveling his hips rapidly to drive his dick in and out of her cunt as if his life depended on it.

I held out my gun, steadied in both hands, and sighted on the side of Konecki’s sweating face. “OK, Aaron, party’s over. What’s going on with those missiles?”

I have to give Konecki full credit for quick reactions. Where most people, being interrupted in the middle of such an intense moment, might have hesitated a split second to gawk at these two agents intruding unexpectedly on their fun, Konecki instantly yanked his dick out and rolled off the far side of the bed, dropping to the floor where the startled woman would shield him from our line of fire.

He came up holding a gun that must have been under the mattress and fired several wild shots in our direction. He had no time to aim properly and they all missed, but they made us duck and gave him just enough time to bolt for a back room.

The woman, meanwhile, wisely bolted for the front door and out of the house without even grabbing her clothes, her naked breasts bouncing as she ran for her life.

The back room was clearly a control center of some kind as it was laden with computer gear. Without turning to look at us, Konecki started punching codes into one of the computers. I was sorely tempted to shoot him right in the bare ass as he worked the computer, but I knew we needed him to stop whatever he had started. So I rushed him and hooked an elbow around his neck to pull him away from the consol.

Too late. A timer on the monitor ominously began counting down from fifteen minutes.

Panic surged through us as we realized the gravity of the situation. I tightened my grip on Konecki’s neck and leveraged the chokehold with all my strength. He scrabbled futilely at the arm that was pinioning him and made strangled choking noises.

I relaxed my arm the tiniest bit so he could talk, released my hand where it was holding my other arm around his neck, and reached down to grab his dangling balls. I gave them a medium squeeze, holding back a little so he knew I could squeeze a lot harder if I wanted to.

“Ok, Konecki. You must have had information from inside the US government. Who’s been helping you?” I squeezed harder by way of encouragement.

“Ahhh, please. Tyso... ahhhh!” he screamed.

Aram interjected, “Tyson, that's the US Secretary of Defense."

I was distracted for a split second, and Konecki used the moment to elbow me in the gut hard enough that I lost my grip on his throat and his balls. Suddenly I was in the position that I had just put Konecki in, with his arm across my airway, holding his wrist with his other hand to tighten it enough to choke me out.

I was poised to execute a quick backflip and twist his arm when I heard a deafening shot close enough to me that my ears rang. Konecki’s head jerked back and a pink cloud of brains and blood spattered the wall behind us.

I let his body slump to the floor. "What the fuck did you do?" I sighed, looking at his motionless figure.

“I thought he was going to kill you,” said Aram, lowering his gun.

Paul burst into the house, breathless from his frantic race to catch up with us and help prevent World War III. He stared at the blood-soaked body on the floor and said, “What happened?”

I got straight to the point. “Aaron is dead; we only have a fifteen-minute window to deactivate the missiles.”

"Wait, let me reach out to her," Paul suggested.

"Who?" Aram inquired.

"His daughter, Lim."

"His daughter?" Aram responded with astonishment in his voice.

“She’s with Marcus. She’s on our side but he doesn’t know that. Maybe she’s earned enough trust to be able to find the missile codes.”

Paul dialed Lim’s number on a secure line. When she picked up, he skipped the small talk and outlined the emergency we were facing. Lim replied, “I don’t know the codes, but I know how to get into his computer and find them. Thank God he’s in another part of the building.”

We could hear spasms of frantic typing over the phone, and Lim muttering, “He’s probably in the bedroom fucking the daylights out of his new girlfriend.”

Jesus, I thought. He’s only been with Lim a year or so. How could he get tired of her so quickly? I sure wouldn’t have. The first and only time I’d met her, four years ago, she’d knocked my socks off.

Lim had her mother’s lush black hair and a lighter version of her golden-brown skin. Incongruously, she also had her father’s piercing blue eyes. Her body was small, compact, but with developing curves that perfectly filled out her clothes. Her shapely ass looked perfect packed into her tight jeans. I’d never seen her naked, but I’d fantasized about it lots.

Unfortunately, she had been just fifteen at the time, much too young for a seduction to be legal, ethical, or even thinkable. Now that she was nineteen, nearly twenty, it was completely thinkable, and I was thinking it. I felt my nipples harden and my pussy moisten until, abruptly, the rapid-fire typing on the phone stopped and Lim exclaimed, “Got it!”

I snapped out of my slutty reverie, stepped over Konecki’s naked, bloody body to the consol and punched in the codes as Lim dictated them over the phone. The counter abruptly stopped at one minute and two seconds.

We breathed a sigh of relief. Paul told Lim, “Your cover’s blown. He’ll realize that someone fed us the codes, and that someone had to be you. Get out of there right now!”

“Roger that!” The line went dead as Lim hung up. We all prayed that she would make it out before it was too late.

Once more, the three of us arrived at our hotel in Helsinki. Paul entered his room and Aram and I entered ours.

As we stepped inside, it was totally dark, so Aram turned on a bedside lamp, casting a warm, intimate glow. After our passionate shower together two days before, my initial reluctance to reconnect sexually with Aram had melted away.

With a gentle yet assertive touch, he pressed me against the wall, our bodies gravitating towards each other as if drawn by an irresistible force. Our lips met in a fervent, sensual embrace, our tongues dancing in a passionate symphony of desire.

His fingers traced the contours of my buttocks while mine explored all over his neck and shoulders. I let out a seductive sigh as he drew me closer, his strong hands caressing my curves and igniting a fiery passion within me after bestowing a tantalizing squeeze on my enticing ass.

We reluctantly broke the kiss, but my fingers lingered sensuously around his neck. I locked my sultry gaze with his and flashed a seductive smile. His own smile deepened, and his fingertips embarked on an electrifying journey, tracing a scorching trail along the curves of my bosom.

With an irresistible magnetism, we gravitated back to each other, lost in the allure of our desires, and indulged in another fervent, intoxicating kiss.

While kissing, I removed his blazer, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud in the center of the room. With deliberate, tantalizing movements, I slipped out of my own jacket and let it fall on the ground, the fabric whispering its descent.

Our chemistry ignited like a smoldering flame as his strong hands caressed my curves through the thin fabric of my T-shirt. His lips pressed against mine, leaving a trail of moist desire on the snowy expanse of my white shirt.

I flushed with desire as I descended to my knees, my fingers tracing a tantalizing path as they unbuckled his pants and unveiled his throbbing, eager manhood. Gently, I caressed his hardened length and seductively traced my tongue from the base to the glistening tip of his dick. His impassioned moan escaped his lips like a whispered symphony, "Ohhhhhh."

I gazed deeply into his eyes, my tongue sensually tracing its way along his length, savoring every moment. As I welcomed his dick into my mouth, my tongue danced with an intoxicating, deliberate rhythm, relishing the symphony of his sultry, whispered moans. The intensity of his passion soared higher, and in the scorching heat of our moment, he sensuously unbuttoned his shirt and murmured, “Stop.”

He pulled me up, and we both stared kissing and somehow managed to walk near the window. I suddenly broke the kiss, pushed him away, and teasingly removed my T-shirt, tossing it playfully in his direction. He responded by tossing it beside my jacket.

Then I turned to the opposite side, gently swaying my hips as I began to slowly slide down my jeans, recreating the same seductive ritual. I unhooked my bra, allowing it to glide sensuously down my arms and playfully tossed it onto his lap, imagining the anticipation growing in his eyes.

Next, I sensually slid my lacy panties down my legs, revealing my nakedness as I stood before him, bathed in the soft moonlight, utterly unapologetic for my sensual display.

Positioning myself provocatively by the window, I arched my back, accentuating the curve of my alluring ass, and pressed my supple form against the cool glass. My fingers found their way to my most intimate parts, caressing my eager clit with deliberate sensuality. As I rubbed my clit, I allowed my hips to sway seductively, inviting him into a world of intimate passion and desire where inhibitions melted away like the night's shadows.

He stood up and approached me with confidence. As he came nearer, he gently turned me to face him, his fingers tracing a tantalizing path down my spine, setting my senses on fire. The electric touch of his lips against my bare skin sent shivers coursing through my entire being.

Then, lowering himself down, he kissed my waist and ass cheeks, then descended upon the curves of my longing, making me utter a moan, "Ummmm.”

Looking at me, Aram put his fingertips in my eager mouth, and I responded with a seductive, wet sucking, coating his fingers with my saliva. He guided them down to my moist pussy, his skillful touch setting my senses ablaze. My cries of pleasure erupted like a tempestuous symphony, echoing through the night. "Mmm, oh, yes, ahh, ah, ohhh, yessss..."

Gently withdrawing his fingers, he plunged his dick into the depths of my cunt, igniting a symphony of sensations that escaped my lips in a passionate, unrestrained crescendo. I arched my back, lowering myself to accommodate his commanding presence.

He maintained his passionate rhythm, eliciting sultry sighs of pleasure from my lips. My breasts bobbed and swayed as he ardently fucked me with my back and ass pressed against the window, and my voice, steeped in longing, murmured seductive enchantments: "Oh god, yes god, fuck me hard, mmm, ohhh, yesss, yesss... "

I ran my hand over his back, urging him to pause for a moment and guiding him to recline on the bed. As I straddled him, I placed his eager masculinity upon my yearning center and began to move above him, embracing our shared desire in a sultry dance of pleasure.

In mere moments, I surrendered to a scintillating wave of orgasm, unable to resist the seductive rhythm that compelled me to bounce on his dick, and within a minute, he too sprayed his cum inside my cunt.

It was the second passionate encounter in just forty-eight hours where I surrendered to the raw intensity of his desire, letting him cum inside me. As our bodies entwined in ecstasy, I succumbed to his magnetic presence, melting into the warmth of his embrace. I collapsed on his chest with his dick still inside me.

We lay like that for a few minutes while we came down from the raw intensity of our encounter. Then he offered, “Do you want some drinks?”

"Of course," I sensually rolled over, draping a satin sheet over my bare form. Aram rose from the bed and headed to the opposite end of the room to prepare drinks for the two of us. I lay there gazing at the ceiling, and in an instant, a vivid image rushed into my mind. It was a scene from the past—me executing the same backflip I was about to attempt with Konecki. This maneuver had the potential to break me free from Konecki's grip, a detail Aram had failed to grasp at the time, and he shot Konecki dead.

But Aram had seen me do that move before. He should have known I would use it with Aaron. There was no need to shoot him. Unless…

“Listen, if you knew my backflip move already, then you must have known I was about to backflip. Then why did you kill Konecki?”

"What's going on?" He chuckled and turned around with a hesitant smile on his face as if I had just discovered him engaged in some dreadful wrongdoing.

"Why did you kill him when you knew I was just about to defeat him and compel him to enter the codes to deactivate the missiles?"

He attempted to divert the conversation. "Don't be absurd, Annu. Let's not forget, I caught Konecki."

“You did not catch Konecki. I shared the intel which led us right to him. And you killed him just as he was about to reveal that you were the mole who helped him set up this whole plan.”

We locked our eyes briefly, and a tense moment of anticipation passed between us. Then our gazes shifted in unison to the floor, where my gun lay hidden beneath my dress. Without hesitation, I sprang out of bed, naked, while Aram reacted swiftly, dropping the whiskey bottle from his hand and lunging for the concealed firearm.

Simultaneously, our hands clenched around the gun's handle. I instinctively threw a punch, aiming to wrestle control of the weapon, but my strike fell short and Aram, with his superior reach and strength, seized control of the gun.

I faced Aram warily. "Konecki never disclosed that the mole is the Defense Secretary, nor did he provide the complete name. You're trying to be too clever," I remarked as I attempted to kick him again, but he managed to defend himself skillfully.

But this time he punched me back in the face, sending searing pain through my entire being. I staggered back. But with lightning reflexes, I executed a jaw-dropping acrobatic flip that seemed to defy the laws of physics.

In that split second, my foot connected with his chest, propelling him backward with astonishing force. He soared through the air, limbs flailing, as the gun skidded further away under the table, which was right in the middle of the room.

I ignored the sudden pain resulting from my bare breasts flipping up and then coming down hard on my chest. Stunts like that should really only be done while wearing a good sports bra, especially if you have big tits. I leaped to my feet, adrenaline coursing through my veins, and sprinted toward the table to reach for the gun. My fingers were inches away, but just at that moment, Aram lunged at me with lightning speed, his grip like a vise around my waist.

With a ferocious twist, he flung me onto the glass table, the impact shattering it into a thousand glittering shards, and I crashed onto the fragmented surface. Agony shot through me as shards of glass impaled my back, puncturing the skin and releasing a crimson torrent. Blood welled up, filling my mouth with the taste of iron as I groaned in pain.

A thunderous blow landed on my head, sending sparks of light exploding behind my closed eyelids. The room spun in a dizzying whirlwind of agony and desperation.

Rolling over the broken glass, I watched as Aram swiftly seized my gun, pointing it in my direction.

“You are the person handling ammunition from Germany for Marcus, with the help of Konecki.”

“Fuck, how did you figure?” he asked in surprise.

"Konecki was on the verge of saying ‘it's you’ when you shot him."

"He explicitly stated that it was the secretary of defense."

"No, he didn't mention 'Tyson.' He intended to say 'Tse vin,' which translates to 'It's him' in Ukrainian. It's improbable that a local drug dealer would have knowledge of the American ministry, especially since you already had his name after he uttered just a few words, leaving the rest to your assumptions."

“Fuck, you're incredibly brilliant. Why didn't you mention it earlier?" he inquired.

"I wasn't entirely certain until I realized that you are perfectly aware that I can backflip out of a chokehold, but you chose to ignore it as an excuse to shoot him.” I swayed slightly on my feet, fighting the effects of pain and blood loss.

"Very well, though unfortunately, you won't be here to tell this tale. Once I deal with you, my plan is to frame Paul, leading to his imprisonment here in Helsinki, and I will go to Russia to join Marcus and kill the US president," he announced.

At that moment, Paul, alerted by the sounds of a scuffle and the crash of breaking glass, threw open the connecting door. He stood for a second as he took in the sight of my naked and bleeding form and an equally naked Aram pointing my own gun at me. Then he darted back into his own room, doubtless to grab his own weapon.

The second’s distraction was just enough to allow me to gather what was left of my failing strength and execute another backflip. I came down next to Aram’s clothes where they lay in a heap on the floor, and I was able to yank his gun out of its discarded holster.

I racked the slide, took aim, and drilled the startled Aram with two bullets to the heart. Then I slowly approached him trembling and remarked, "You're not as clever as I anticipated, after all."

Paul appeared around the door, this time holding his own gun. “What the fuck is going on in here?”

I sighed and said, “I just killed Aram.”

Paul could see I was extremely feeble and on the verge of collapsing to the ground, so he rushed over to me and provided support. I could sense his touch on my naked body, and I muttered, "There's going to be another assault on the President. Even with Konecki eliminated, I’ll bet my life that Marcus will find a way to finish the job without his missiles."

“What the fuck happened to your back?”

“Don’t worry about that. We’ve got to get out of here and locate Marcus.”

"We'll do it tomorrow.  For now, let me look after you."

It was good that we had chosen a hotel in a particularly seedy part of Helsinki, where sounds of fights and even occasional gunshots were so common that people usually ignored them. That gave Paul time to place me face down on the bed and carefully remove all the shards of broken glass from my back.

Paul then attended to me with great care, providing a thorough cleansing to ward off infection. As the adrenalin drained from my body, the fatigue of the events of the day took over and I fell asleep--a much-needed respite after the ordeal. Then he cleaned the room, disposed of the dead body, and tackled the hotel staff with money.

I spent the entire night sleeping on my stomach. The following morning, as I awakened, I noticed Paul comfortably seated in a chair, taking a nap. Glancing at the clock, I realized it was nearly 11 in the morning. Returning my gaze to Paul, I found him looking right back at me.

I timidly rolled over, about to sit on the edge of the bed. It was then that I suddenly realized I was still naked. Considering that I had recently fucked this man on the train to Belarus, there was no reason to be shy about my body now, but in a rush of irrational modesty, I quickly yanked the bedsheet towards me to shield my exposed vulnerability. In a hushed, dramatic tone, I questioned, "Why didn't you wake me up? We need to get going."

"If it's okay with you, maybe you could relax a bit longer and I could try to figure out something to eat? Then we can get going. By the way, Lim is safe. She called me while you were sleeping and told me exactly where Marcus’s last location was. He may be gone already, but he’s pretty over-confident. If we’re lucky he may still be there. So I booked us a flight to Moscow at 2:30 today.”

I let out a sigh, closed my eyes, and reclined again. After about thirty minutes, I enjoyed a hot shower to get the sweat, dried blood, and some residual dried semen off my body. We had a meal, hailed a cab to Vantaa Airport and boarded a flight to Sheremetyevo International Airport, Moscow.

The journey to Moscow on a flight took us about an hour and a half. Upon arrival, Paul swiftly organized transportation, securing a powerful third-generation BMW X1 SUV. I contacted Thomas once again to let him know that the president’s life was likely in danger. “I’ll alert his security team and organize a Russian SWAT team. The Russians don’t want a foreign leader killed on their soil any more than we do.”

He provided me with the route that the president was planning to take to reach the summit and rang off so he could organize reinforcements.

Paul pushed the car’s twin-turbo 2.0-liter engine as hard as he could in his efforts to catch up with the president’s convoy, weaving in and out of traffic on what was fortunately not a well-travelled highway. “Jesus, Paul. This isn’t an Autobahn, it’s a half-assed Soviet-era Russian highway. Try not to kill us before Marcus has a chance to.” Paul said nothing; he just focused on wringing more speed out of the little SUV.

Frankly, I had no idea what we could add to two carloads of Secret Service agents who were already alerted to the threat, but we both felt that we had to do something to improve the president’s chances.

Eventually, we spotted their convoy on the horizon, despite the fact that they were over three kilometers ahead. Fortunately, the road stretched out in a remarkably straight line, affording us an unobstructed view of the convoy's vehicles. It was the usual motorcade with the president’s limo in the middle and a car in front and another behind, no doubt full of security.

As the rear car of the convoy grew in our windshield, we heard the familiar wup-wup-wup of a helicopter rapidly overtaking us. A Chinook flew over us and then the convoy, landing in front of the convoy and unleashing a hail of fire from its door-mounted heavy machine gun.

Every vehicle stopped, Secret Service agents poured from their vehicles and, despite being horribly outgunned, returned fire on the helicopter. Marcus and several of his companions jumped from the helicopter to take cover on the ground.

Paul slammed the car to a stop. I opened my door and took cover behind it, preparing to fight back with my handgun, but Paul ran to the trunk of the car and retrieved two Ruger PC-9 carbines with high-capacity magazines.

As he tossed one to me, I said, “My, you’re full of surprises today!” We took up our positions behind our open doors and tried to pick off some of Marcus’s men before they were able to slaughter too many of the president’s heroic security team.

We were doing pretty well, if I do say so myself, but we and the outgunned Secret Service team were being ground down by Marcus’s superior firepower. Fortunately, a second helicopter arrived with the SWAT team that Thomas had alerted.

They took out the helicopter gun with a grenade and scattered Marcus and his men with their automatic weapons. As he was turning to run, Marcus fired one last shot at us and disappeared into the undergrowth.

I stood up and left the cover of my car door, now pocked with bullet marks. “Fuck, Paul, that was just in the nick of time. Paul? Paul?”

I rushed around to the other side of the car and found him on the ground, blood pouring from a chest wound. I ripped off my jacket and pressed it to the wound with all my strength, but I felt him slipping away.

“Please take care of my daughter, Annu,” Paul whispered to me. “You're my only remaining hope. Promise me?”

“I promise, no matter what, I'll take care of her in every situation.” I reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone, and contacted Lim.

I directed her to a secure location where we could meet. Then two members of the SWAT team helped me wrap Paul’s body in a blanket and place him in the trunk of the car. The last I saw of the SWAT team, they were escorting the president, obviously wounded, to the helicopter for transport.

Upon my arrival at the designated location, something immediately struck me as suspicious—the door lock appeared to have been tampered with. I drew my gun and cautiously entered the room.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I realized the intruder, I had been anxious about was none other than Lim. I stowed my firearm in my bloodstained jacket, removed it, and placed it on the table before settling down beside her. With a heavy heart, I started to speak slowly, "I regret to inform you that your father has passed away."

"What!" she exclaimed, rising to her feet.

"We were trying to protect the president, but Marcus fatally shot him," I revealed.

Her eyes landed on my gun resting on the table, peeking out from under my jacket. She snatched it up and made her way towards the door, announcing, "I'm going to kill him."

I immediately ran behind her and grasped both of her hands from behind, urging her, "Calm down, Lim. Let's make a plan. I have good reason to want revenge on Marcus as well. But first, we need to bury your father."

She wasn't in the mood to listen and attempted to break free from my hold. In response, I pulled her closer and embraced her tightly. Despite my efforts, she still attempted to wriggle free, even though she couldn't escape my grasp.

Lim elbowed me in the stomach and attempted to make another escape. I pursued her, encircling her waist with both hands and pushing her onto the bed. She continued to flail her arms, so I reached out and held both of her hands while I straddled her. To distract her from her emotions over her dead father, I leaned in and placed a sensual kiss on her lips.

She gradually stopped fighting as our kisses deepened, igniting a passionate and irresistible magnetism between us. Before long, she succumbed to the passion and kissed me back with equal fervor.

Breaking the kiss, I sat up, our eyes locked into each other with an intense connection. She sensually arched her back, a subtle invitation, drawing me closer. Leaning in, we shared a tantalizing moment, our eyes closing as our tongues sensuously entwined.

I released her hands and continued to kiss her with passionate intensity, feeling the heat rise between us. She ran her fingers sensually along my thighs, her response an igneous exchange as she met my lips with another hungry and fervent kiss, our tongues entwined in a dance of desire.

I let my hands glide over her neck, tracing the contours of her breasts before moving languidly down to her ass, exploring her enticing curves. In response, she reciprocated by sensually caressing every inch of my body.

Soon, our arousal heightened, and our hands began to intimately explore each other's moist cunts over our jeans, while our passionate kisses continued. We exchanged the taste of our desire and savored each other's saliva with our tongues.

Breaking the kiss, she reclined on the bed, her body moving with enticing grace. I followed her lead, positioning myself atop her. Her fingers tenderly caressed my hair as our eyes locked in an intimate gaze. I slowly removed her T-shirt, revealing her bra, and then removed my own, allowing our bodies and our breasts to press against each other.

Then I went down, sensually trailed my tongue along the contours of her cleavage, and gently teased her nipples over her bra. Meanwhile, I slipped my hands down under her jeans, sensuously tracing the path to her clit, and began to rub it fiercely, causing her to release sweet, irresistible moans of pleasure. “Ummh, ahhh, umm, mmm, Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh...”

Her body began to quiver with sensation. While I was exploring her nipples and clit, she lowered my bra straps and skillfully unclasped it from my back.

I sat up, and she joined me. Her hands tenderly enveloped my body, tracing kisses along my sensitive nipples, causing an erotic moan to escape my lips. I seized the moment to reciprocate, deftly unclasping her bra and removing it. As her bra slipped away, we indulged in yet another sensual and passionate kiss.

Parting from our heated kiss, she gently guided me onto the soft pillows. A playful giggle escaped my lips as I assumed a provocative doggy-style position. Her lips met my ass through the fabric of my jeans, and a seductive moan slipped from my throat while I unbuttoned my jeans.

Without wasting a moment, she lowered my jeans to my knees, leaving me in just my sleek black panties. She playfully smacked my bare buttocks and sensuously teased and fondled them. I couldn't help but giggle as her fingers trailed down to my most intimate area, where she caressed and rubbed, sending waves of pleasure through me. My moans escaped my lips, echoing with desire.

She turned me around, her touch sending shivers down my spine, and skillfully slid my jeans off my legs. I eagerly spread my knees, inviting her to continue. In the heat of the moment, she leaned in, and our lips met once more, igniting a sensual fire between us. As our tongues danced, I slowly and seductively unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down with anticipation.

I gently guided her onto the bed, sensually lowered her panties, and threw them onto the floor. A mischievous giggle escaped her lips as anticipation filled the room. Leaning in, I rested my head upon her inviting thighs, tracing delicate kisses up her skin to her clit. The sensation sent delightful shivers through her entire being.

I traced my tongue along every inch of her intimate regions, savoring the exquisite sensations. As I delicately circled her clit with my tongue, a symphony of pleasure ensued. Her hips undulated in time with our rhythm, and her sultry moans filled the air, a chorus of ecstasy that echoed, "Oh my God, yes, yes, yes... I'm going to cum, oh, fuck yes, I'm cumming..."

I continued licking until she reached the peak of ecstasy. Then I ran my fingers around the edges of her cunt, collecting some of the musky-scented moisture that had collected there. Leaning in, I applied it to her eager lips, watching as she seductively licked it from my fingers. Then I eagerly pressed my tongue against hers, savoring the intimate taste of her cum.

She crawled over, parting my legs before moistening my clit with her spit. She straddled me, pressing her warm clit against mine, and began a tantalizing rhythm of passion.

We ground our pussies into each other, and she began to sensually kiss my lips. Our mouths melded together, and it felt tantalizingly exquisite as I could sense the electrifying sensation coursing through my entire being, sending waves of pleasure between us.

As we continued grinding our pussies, my orgasm began to surge with intense sensuality, and before I expected it, I exploded with a wave of cum, releasing my pent-up orgasm.

We came to a halt, and I gently pushed her backward. She assumed a doggy-style position, resting her head on the soft bed. As I slid two fingers into her warm, wet cunt hole, she moaned in ecstasy. Her moans of ecstasy echoed sensually throughout the room: "Oh, don't stop." She gasped in delight, her voice a melodious chorus of desire, "Oh, ohh, yes, right there, oh fuck."

I continued to finger her, curving my fingers to stimulate her G-spot until she reached her second orgasm, and as she fell onto the bed, I nestled beside her. She turned towards me, a seductive smile gracing her lips, and I reciprocated with a sultry grin of my own.

Then she collapsed on top of me and said, “Fuck, I loved fucking you like a whore, Mommy.”

“What!”

She smiled and said, “I’m assuming my father had fucked you, so I called you Mommy.”

“One day I may really be a mother," I told her.

“Don’t worry, you will be such a good mommy-slut,” she joked.

I gave her a playful slap on her naked boobs and said, “What makes you say that?”

“Do you spare anyone in my family? You fucked my mother, you fucked my father, and now you’ve fucked me.”

“Naughty," I remarked.

We fell silent and just lay on the bed together, gently caressing each other’s bodies from time to time. Finally, I spoke.

“Well, now that we’ve finally connected, let’s figure out what to do about Marcus.”

“Can Aram help us? I know you’ve been working with him, and he’s a very smart agent.”

“Well, no, actually. Aram is dead. He was working with Marcus all along. He shot Aaron to avoid detection, but I finally figured out what was happening and shot Aram at the hotel when he tried to kill me.”

"Alright, with Aram no longer in the picture, what do we do next?”

I pondered. “Marcus has tried to kill the president twice now, once with missiles and once with a helicopter attack on the president’s convoy. Both times he tried to make it look as though Russia was responsible. Now the president is in hospital in Russia recovering from his wounds. If I know Marcus, he’ll take advantage of that fact to attack a third time, probably at the hospital. If we can get there first, we can protect the president and also avenge my husband and your father.”

After laying my dear friend Paul to rest beside his beloved wife, we made plans to try to intercept Marcus at the hospital. However, our plans took an abrupt turn when we came across a shocking news report. It was reported that a Russian submarine had allegedly attempted an attack on the U.S. president.

I was quite sure it was Marcus who shared the information with the media. Trust Marcus. We had totally foiled his missile plan, but he was still trying to get traction on it by planting false news reports. Recognizing the urgency of the situation, we decided to divide our efforts to address it promptly so that I would personally meet with the president to persuade him against declaring war on Russia, presenting irrefutable evidence implicating Marcus.

I called Thomas once more.

“Thomas, it’s Annu. The president’s life is in danger. Lim and I are heading to the hospital here in Moscow to try to intercept Marcus, but we need backup. The two agents I was working with are both dead. Do you think you can lend me Mambo?”

“You’re in luck,” said Thomas. “It so happens that Mambo is already in Moscow to investigate these reports of missiles aimed at the president’s plane. I can have him meet you at the hospital right away. But you’ll need to do something for me in return.”

“Yes, Thomas, I’ll suck your cock, and I’ll let you and Mambo double-team me again when all of this is over. I loved that big cock of his. But right now, I need his big gun.”

I still had Paul’s gun in the car, so I gave it to Lim and we both headed to the hospital. We sprinted up the stairs to the president’s room, where we were stopped by two burly Secret Service men stationed outside his door.

“I’ve got to see the president right away,” I blurted out. “I have evidence about these terror attacks that he really has to hear.”

From inside the room, I heard the president’s voice. “Is that you, Annu? I’m glad you’re here. Things are going straight to hell around here, and I’m not sure these Secret Service agents have the experience to protect me. I need someone like you. Let her in, boys!”

Lim and I entered, and I started to show the president the documents I had received from Thomas, together with the material that Paul, Aram and I had unearthed. The president took the stack of documents with one hand, the other in a mass of bandages.

I heard two faint pops outside the door, a sound I had learned to associate with a silenced gun. Then I heard the sound of two bodies slumping to the floor. I reached for my gun but couldn’t move fast enough. Marcus burst in, followed by three of his men with silenced assault rifles.

“So, Marcus,” I said acerbically. “You failed to kill the president twice. Now you’re using the direct approach.”

"Marcus," Lim said, her voice cold and determined.

"Where the hell have you been?" Marcus demanded; his patience worn thin. "I needed you on the job, damn it." He clearly hadn’t figured out that Lim had turned on him.

In a deafening silence, Lim's eyes bore into Marcus. I saw her reaching for her gun, a suicidal move given that she had four weapons trained on her. I was about to shout, “Lim, don’t do it!” when the door swung open and Mambo burst into the room, followed by the thunderous eruption of gunshots.

With the element of surprise, Mambo was able to kill all three of Marcus’s men with one long burst from an Uzi. Marcus whirled around, trying to bring his gun to bear on Mambo. That gave Lim the chance she needed to draw her own gun and shoot Marcus squarely in the back of the head.

As Marcus slumped forward over the bodies of his men, the president said, “Oh my God, Annu. I’ve known you for a long time, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned about you, it’s that I always need to expect the unexpected from you.”

I realized that Lim was crying. I didn’t know whether it was from relief, fear, or the satisfaction of having killed Marcus. I just knew that she needed a good, long hug. She needed more than that, too, but that could wait until we got back to the safe house.

THE END

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