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An Interrogation Enhanced (6)
Butyrka Prison, Moscow
Lifting my eyes, forced to see what I don’t want to see by the grip upon my hair, the prisoners are waiting, staring, ogling, lusting. Bare tattooed chests, some in yellow pants, some in orange, but all lining up behind the gate, still holding their dripping, aggressive erections in tight fists, stroking them slowly.
"Your time will be done soon, and I will not be able to return with the girl ..." the female guard says to my audience, her other hand reaching under my chin, tipping my head back. And as I watch, a prisoner, one who is naked and very hard, thick and long, steps forwards. Feeding his erection through the bars, bumping it against my closed mouth, I gag, shaking my head, a squeal bursting into the air when the guard squeezes my chin.
Forcing my mouth open, her still gloved fingers biting into my skin, she leans into me, pushing me forwards, into the swollen cock head. It forces its way between my lips, then the rest follows. Gagging, I shake my head, rebelling against the officer’s hold, however her grip is tight, her body pinning mine. But as I fight, the others return, reaching through the doors. Stroking my hair while another pinches my nose closed, I jerk, retching, choking, struggling to breathe, while others grab my hands, lifting them up and through the bars so that they can force me to touch them. I am helpless.
And again, the in-fighting starts. Prisoners jostling and shoving to get a piece of me … I cry and fight, my knees scraping the floor, wrists crashing against the bars. Dropping my head, spitting the sticky mess filling my mouth over the floor … better than swallowing, I'm shaking, my nerves already stretched beyond reason, my head spinning. My mouth is filled again and this time I have to force down my throat. I have little time to sense the slow sticky slide into my stomach before I am filled again …
Dragged to my feet, I am pulled away from the bars of the gate.
Is it over? My head is spinning, my vision blurred.
The orange suit is thrust into my hand, which I struggle to put back on, I watch through tight streaming eyes when one guard, then a second turns into the corridor. Pausing, looking first at the female officer, then me, the lead guard nods.
"Return this prisoner to her cell. She will be questioned again later.”
"Yes, sir," the female officer nods, and, grabbing my arm, forcing me to walk ahead of her, I trip and fall up the stairs.
******
Sleep came easily, but as my eyes flickered, I realised that the doors to my cell were opening once more.
Without looking up I offered my plea. “Please no more, I can’t take anymore … I will confess to whatever you want me to. I will say …”
“You will say nothing Agent Novikova.”
I heard a chuckle and saw Colonel Tretykov standing before me. The man who had mentored me at the Academy Institute, the same man who had overseen my torture at the Federation Embassy in Washington, now stood smiling at me.
I was very confused.
“Well done Agent Novikova,” he said. “Ever since the little episode in Washington where we had to teach you a lesson, and your mysterious release following your arrest by the Belarusians, I needed to prove your loyalty beyond doubt, and now we have done that.”
I gasped. “You mean, Comrade Colonel, this was all just a setup for my loyalty to be proven?” I was angry, hurt, confused still and ready to explode. But I did not. I bit my tongue and held back my fury.
“Here are your clothes Agent, get dressed. There is a car waiting to take you back to the airport.”
In just a matter of minutes, less than a few hours after being abused and raped in the name of the Motherland, I was heading back to Washington to discover whatever it was that fate held in store for me next.
And so another 'adventure' for our blonde beauty comes to a close. Will the Motherland now entrust Ekaterina with another assignment ... will she be mentally able to serve them after all that she has endured ... find out next week by joining me here, where I will serialise the next Sexpionage escapade - 'Infiltration'
Thank you for your support.
Butyrka Prison, Moscow
Lifting my eyes, forced to see what I don’t want to see by the grip upon my hair, the prisoners are waiting, staring, ogling, lusting. Bare tattooed chests, some in yellow pants, some in orange, but all lining up behind the gate, still holding their dripping, aggressive erections in tight fists, stroking them slowly.
"Your time will be done soon, and I will not be able to return with the girl ..." the female guard says to my audience, her other hand reaching under my chin, tipping my head back. And as I watch, a prisoner, one who is naked and very hard, thick and long, steps forwards. Feeding his erection through the bars, bumping it against my closed mouth, I gag, shaking my head, a squeal bursting into the air when the guard squeezes my chin.
Forcing my mouth open, her still gloved fingers biting into my skin, she leans into me, pushing me forwards, into the swollen cock head. It forces its way between my lips, then the rest follows. Gagging, I shake my head, rebelling against the officer’s hold, however her grip is tight, her body pinning mine. But as I fight, the others return, reaching through the doors. Stroking my hair while another pinches my nose closed, I jerk, retching, choking, struggling to breathe, while others grab my hands, lifting them up and through the bars so that they can force me to touch them. I am helpless.
And again, the in-fighting starts. Prisoners jostling and shoving to get a piece of me … I cry and fight, my knees scraping the floor, wrists crashing against the bars. Dropping my head, spitting the sticky mess filling my mouth over the floor … better than swallowing, I'm shaking, my nerves already stretched beyond reason, my head spinning. My mouth is filled again and this time I have to force down my throat. I have little time to sense the slow sticky slide into my stomach before I am filled again …
Dragged to my feet, I am pulled away from the bars of the gate.
Is it over? My head is spinning, my vision blurred.
The orange suit is thrust into my hand, which I struggle to put back on, I watch through tight streaming eyes when one guard, then a second turns into the corridor. Pausing, looking first at the female officer, then me, the lead guard nods.
"Return this prisoner to her cell. She will be questioned again later.”
"Yes, sir," the female officer nods, and, grabbing my arm, forcing me to walk ahead of her, I trip and fall up the stairs.
******
Sleep came easily, but as my eyes flickered, I realised that the doors to my cell were opening once more.
Without looking up I offered my plea. “Please no more, I can’t take anymore … I will confess to whatever you want me to. I will say …”
“You will say nothing Agent Novikova.”
I heard a chuckle and saw Colonel Tretykov standing before me. The man who had mentored me at the Academy Institute, the same man who had overseen my torture at the Federation Embassy in Washington, now stood smiling at me.
I was very confused.
“Well done Agent Novikova,” he said. “Ever since the little episode in Washington where we had to teach you a lesson, and your mysterious release following your arrest by the Belarusians, I needed to prove your loyalty beyond doubt, and now we have done that.”
I gasped. “You mean, Comrade Colonel, this was all just a setup for my loyalty to be proven?” I was angry, hurt, confused still and ready to explode. But I did not. I bit my tongue and held back my fury.
“Here are your clothes Agent, get dressed. There is a car waiting to take you back to the airport.”
In just a matter of minutes, less than a few hours after being abused and raped in the name of the Motherland, I was heading back to Washington to discover whatever it was that fate held in store for me next.
FIN
And so another 'adventure' for our blonde beauty comes to a close. Will the Motherland now entrust Ekaterina with another assignment ... will she be mentally able to serve them after all that she has endured ... find out next week by joining me here, where I will serialise the next Sexpionage escapade - 'Infiltration'
Thank you for your support.
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
I rarely get any "read ahead" ideas correct, but have I succeeded this time? I look forward to Ekaterina's next assignment.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
I am certain that Ekaterina will be interrogated by 'the very best' at some stage in her still fledgling career. Whether it's next time out or not, Old One, we'll have to wait n see ...
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Infiltration (1)
Infiltration - The secret movement of an operative into a target area with the intent that his or her presence will go undetected
Ekaterina’s Apartment, The Aspen Block, 4th Street NW, Washington, DC
The glint of the sun broke through the gap in the curtains and caused her closed eyes to flicker. With a sigh that bordered on a groan, Ekaterina flapped out her arm into the empty space by her side …
The bed in the Master bedroom of her two bedroomed apartment was large, King size and very comfortable, but it had been so long since she had had someone share it with her. As she thought about the last time this bed had seen any sexual action, Ekaterina recalled with some sadness the passionate encounter she had shared with the hapless Anatol Radkov (see Swallow's nest). But that had been several months ago now since that fateful night she had been alone under her own covers.
She needed coffee, and so with an almighty effort she searched for the elusive spring to her step that would propel her up and out of bed, but instead she ended up somewhat lethargically flipping her bare legs out from under the covers and getting herself up very gradually.
Another groan came from her throat as she straightened her body. The Agent was still sore from the punishments that had been inflicted upon her in her brief time at Butyrka Prison.
“ублюдки,“ she uttered to no one but herself, letting the expletive come out in her native tongue. They were ‘bastards’ at the Centre in Moscow, and they had put her through hell just to prove that she hadn’t been ‘turned’ by the Belarusians.
Well, she had not, and hopefully now they were convinced of her loyalty.
One of the good things about having a small apartment was that it took no time at all to get from the bed to the kitchen, and ergo to be enjoying a steaming mug of strong coffee. Summer was well and truly here and Ekaterina was already beginning to feel the heat, despite only having on the panties she slept in and a short-cropped top.
It had been several weeks, almost five to be precise, since her humiliatingly painful experience in Moscow, and she still had not received any new instructions. Fleetingly it occurred to Ekaterina that maybe they still did not trust her. The thought scared her. She knew that if they really suspected her of treason then that would be the end … and not just for her, but maybe her family too.
“Stop it Kat, of course they trust you, they are simply letting you rest following your ordeal … yes that’s it,” she spoke to herself in an attempt to be convinced.
The buzz of her mobile phone distracted her. Picking up the handset Ekaterina could see an incoming text message. It was from the “Red Roses” flower shop - she smiled as she read.
“A flower delivery is on its way to you.”
Having read the message, she deleted it and stripping off her skimpy attire Ekaterina stepped into the hot shower.
******
“For you Miss,” the young flower delivery man was very taken with the girl who answered the door.
“Thank you,” Ekaterina beamed him her cutest smile and took a second or two to enjoy the flustered look on his face.
“You are very welcome Miss, have a good day now.” Being unable to stop himself from enjoying a final ogle he stared at the exposed cleavage presenting itself to him before turning to leave.
The Agent was still chuckling to herself as she laid the beautiful bunch of white and red roses on the dining table and opened the envelope that came with it.
She pulled out the card and nodded to herself.
“Miss you xxx and love you x baby xx”
With a sigh she retrieved the small gas lighter that she kept in her kitchen and set fire to the little card, letting it drop smouldering into her sink before it could burn her fingers.
Three kisses, followed by one and then two, meant that her instructions would be at the location known as 312. She needed to go out.
Exiting the Aspen Block, Ekaterina turned left onto 3rd Street NW, before a right onto F Street took her to Judiciary Square. She sat for a short while on the bench facing the Darlington Memorial Monument until she was happy that there was no one following or observing her. Standing she moved past the Gilded Bronze Fountain and to the small clump of trees that shrouded the nearby short wall.
Once again making sure that she was not being watched, Ekaterina moved the loose brick and pulled out the small folded piece of paper. On it was written 312b 7:30pm.
******
A downpour of Summer rain had started by the time Ekaterina made it back to her apartment, the brown paper envelope folded to its smallest possible size and crammed into her purse. It was just after 8pm, and the drop had been made bang on time.
Shaking herself dry and slipping off her boots and jacket, the Agent opened the envelope and took out the small burner phone. No sooner had she put the SIM card in and switched it on and it rang.
“Hello?”
“Agent Novikova?” It was a male voice, American twang with an Eastern European accent.
“Yes”
“Code”
“312b”
“Okay. Listen carefully. Tomorrow at 10am you will go to AI Tech, the Technology Company on the corner of 11th and 4th NW. You have an interview for the job of Personal Assistant to Aaron Snodgrass the CEO. Snodgrass is a multi-millionaire, he is also known as an arrogant, misogynistic womaniser …”
“Oh, Personal Assistant in a Tech company, thank you for the assignment …” Ekaterina was very clearly underwhelmed.
“Agent Novikova, what kind of female PA, do you think, is an arrogant, misogynistic womaniser going to employ … “
A slight pause, followed by, “… Yes, one that looks very much like you do.” The voice answered its own question. “This a very important mission.”
There was a mutual pause.
“You are not guaranteed the job but you MUST get it. Mister Snodgrass is also careless and irresponsible given his position, so you get that job, confirm back to us that you have it and then you will get your next instructions … Now, keep the burner but destroy this SIM Card. When you need to contact us, you will find instructions on how to get a new SIM from the same location.”
“Oh, okay but so what happens if …” But it was too late, the voice had gone, leaving Ekaterina alone with this new information, and a job interview to prepare for.
To Be Continued …
Infiltration - The secret movement of an operative into a target area with the intent that his or her presence will go undetected
Ekaterina’s Apartment, The Aspen Block, 4th Street NW, Washington, DC
The glint of the sun broke through the gap in the curtains and caused her closed eyes to flicker. With a sigh that bordered on a groan, Ekaterina flapped out her arm into the empty space by her side …
The bed in the Master bedroom of her two bedroomed apartment was large, King size and very comfortable, but it had been so long since she had had someone share it with her. As she thought about the last time this bed had seen any sexual action, Ekaterina recalled with some sadness the passionate encounter she had shared with the hapless Anatol Radkov (see Swallow's nest). But that had been several months ago now since that fateful night she had been alone under her own covers.
She needed coffee, and so with an almighty effort she searched for the elusive spring to her step that would propel her up and out of bed, but instead she ended up somewhat lethargically flipping her bare legs out from under the covers and getting herself up very gradually.
Another groan came from her throat as she straightened her body. The Agent was still sore from the punishments that had been inflicted upon her in her brief time at Butyrka Prison.
“ублюдки,“ she uttered to no one but herself, letting the expletive come out in her native tongue. They were ‘bastards’ at the Centre in Moscow, and they had put her through hell just to prove that she hadn’t been ‘turned’ by the Belarusians.
Well, she had not, and hopefully now they were convinced of her loyalty.
One of the good things about having a small apartment was that it took no time at all to get from the bed to the kitchen, and ergo to be enjoying a steaming mug of strong coffee. Summer was well and truly here and Ekaterina was already beginning to feel the heat, despite only having on the panties she slept in and a short-cropped top.
It had been several weeks, almost five to be precise, since her humiliatingly painful experience in Moscow, and she still had not received any new instructions. Fleetingly it occurred to Ekaterina that maybe they still did not trust her. The thought scared her. She knew that if they really suspected her of treason then that would be the end … and not just for her, but maybe her family too.
“Stop it Kat, of course they trust you, they are simply letting you rest following your ordeal … yes that’s it,” she spoke to herself in an attempt to be convinced.
The buzz of her mobile phone distracted her. Picking up the handset Ekaterina could see an incoming text message. It was from the “Red Roses” flower shop - she smiled as she read.
“A flower delivery is on its way to you.”
Having read the message, she deleted it and stripping off her skimpy attire Ekaterina stepped into the hot shower.
******
“For you Miss,” the young flower delivery man was very taken with the girl who answered the door.
“Thank you,” Ekaterina beamed him her cutest smile and took a second or two to enjoy the flustered look on his face.
“You are very welcome Miss, have a good day now.” Being unable to stop himself from enjoying a final ogle he stared at the exposed cleavage presenting itself to him before turning to leave.
The Agent was still chuckling to herself as she laid the beautiful bunch of white and red roses on the dining table and opened the envelope that came with it.
She pulled out the card and nodded to herself.
“Miss you xxx and love you x baby xx”
With a sigh she retrieved the small gas lighter that she kept in her kitchen and set fire to the little card, letting it drop smouldering into her sink before it could burn her fingers.
Three kisses, followed by one and then two, meant that her instructions would be at the location known as 312. She needed to go out.
Exiting the Aspen Block, Ekaterina turned left onto 3rd Street NW, before a right onto F Street took her to Judiciary Square. She sat for a short while on the bench facing the Darlington Memorial Monument until she was happy that there was no one following or observing her. Standing she moved past the Gilded Bronze Fountain and to the small clump of trees that shrouded the nearby short wall.
Once again making sure that she was not being watched, Ekaterina moved the loose brick and pulled out the small folded piece of paper. On it was written 312b 7:30pm.
******
A downpour of Summer rain had started by the time Ekaterina made it back to her apartment, the brown paper envelope folded to its smallest possible size and crammed into her purse. It was just after 8pm, and the drop had been made bang on time.
Shaking herself dry and slipping off her boots and jacket, the Agent opened the envelope and took out the small burner phone. No sooner had she put the SIM card in and switched it on and it rang.
“Hello?”
“Agent Novikova?” It was a male voice, American twang with an Eastern European accent.
“Yes”
“Code”
“312b”
“Okay. Listen carefully. Tomorrow at 10am you will go to AI Tech, the Technology Company on the corner of 11th and 4th NW. You have an interview for the job of Personal Assistant to Aaron Snodgrass the CEO. Snodgrass is a multi-millionaire, he is also known as an arrogant, misogynistic womaniser …”
“Oh, Personal Assistant in a Tech company, thank you for the assignment …” Ekaterina was very clearly underwhelmed.
“Agent Novikova, what kind of female PA, do you think, is an arrogant, misogynistic womaniser going to employ … “
A slight pause, followed by, “… Yes, one that looks very much like you do.” The voice answered its own question. “This a very important mission.”
There was a mutual pause.
“You are not guaranteed the job but you MUST get it. Mister Snodgrass is also careless and irresponsible given his position, so you get that job, confirm back to us that you have it and then you will get your next instructions … Now, keep the burner but destroy this SIM Card. When you need to contact us, you will find instructions on how to get a new SIM from the same location.”
“Oh, okay but so what happens if …” But it was too late, the voice had gone, leaving Ekaterina alone with this new information, and a job interview to prepare for.
To Be Continued …
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Infiltration (2)
AI Tech HQ, Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, DC
"Thank you so much! Keep the change!" Yulia said, smiling and closing the cab door. She had spent so long being Ekaterina since her brief incarceration in Moscow that she had to work hard to ensure that became immersed in Yulia once again.
She checked the time on her phone, and was thankful for the extra time she had – it was only 9:30am and here she was at the AI Tech HQ. Any last-minute touches and make up fixes could be done, and she'd have some time to calm her rattled nerves. A womanising misogynist … whatever it was that the Centre wanted from this assignment, it was not going to be easy on her.
Her heels clicked loudly on the pavement as she made her way to the doors of the tall white building. Yulia couldn't afford to mess up this interview, she knew that she would have to do whatever it takes!
Luckily there was a set of public restrooms inside on the main floor, she first had to ask permission from the reception, and say that she was here for an interview. Her clean and polished look left the fawning young man in no doubt that she was being genuine … if only he knew.
"Stay calm Yulia, you definitely have this …” She mumbled to herself looking at her face, hair and cleavage, as she fixed her lip gloss.
She pulled out a hairbrush from her purse and quickly gave her hair one more sweep, at this rate she'd be bald if she didn't leave her locks alone!
After checking the time again Yulia thought she might as well go on up to the department where she'd be interviewed. Her skirt was short but not slutty, and she had on a new low-cut blouse with a belt to fit her nicely, she was confident that she looked the part of a full time Personal Assistant!
"Good morning, my name is Yulia, I'm here for my interview with Mr Snodgrass." She said to the acerbic, old looking receptionist at the main desk on Floor 4.
"He will be with you soon. Take a seat."
Yulia walked over to the chairs and sat down feeling annoyed. She was getting bad vibes off that old crow at the desk, and hoped she wouldn't have to deal with her too often. She picked up a magazine and tried to read some of it, but her nerves just wouldn't allow it. She kept peeking at the clock above the sour-faced secretary what felt like every second. She took a deep breath and decided she would just relax, and read until she calmed down.
Right before she could finish reading her fifth article, this one about how to get a beach body in two months, she heard a door open and a fit looking, balding but kind of still handsome, guy stepped out. Yulia looked up.
"Mrs Davies, is the girl here yet?” He said, sounding mildly annoyed.
The receptionist pointed at Yulia and Mr Snodgrass turned, she quickly smiled and stood up.
"Good morning Mr Snodgrass, I'd like to thank you for even considering me for an interview." She said looking up at the tall man and smiling.
"Yes well, Yulia is it? Let's get the interview started, shall we?" He replied whilst eyeing her from head to toe, before turning and heading into his office.
Yulia followed, her smile fading as quickly as it had been put on. Suddenly she wasn't feeling quite as positive.
Aaron Snodgrass sat down at his desk and pointed at the small chair across from it, indicating that Yulia should take a seat.
"Alright Yulia, I'm going to be quite honest, I have looked at your resume and it seems to me that you might be a little over qualified for this job, but …”
Over qualified? What the fuck had the centre put online about her experience – she hadn’t even seen the resume that had been sent in on her behalf when the interview was ‘secured’.
“… so, my concern is that you would not be committed enough in order to do things to my satisfaction." He said sighing and looking at her.
Yulia was trying to think fast inside her head. She had barely sat down and already the interview felt like it was nearly over... what could she do! Sweet talk perhaps?
"Well Mr Snodgrass, I'm very grateful that you agreed to meet me, I'm aware that I'm a bit over qualified …” not that she had any idea how, “… but I promise if you give me a chance, I'll work my hardest, and do everything you say." Yulia said eagerly.
That's when she noticed Mr Snodgrass was barely even listening to her speak, she followed his gaze and realised he was staring at her chest.
Yulia panicked, but realised, this might work to her advantage ...
A sudden head peeking into the room jolted Mr Snodgrass out of his trance, it was Mrs Davies.
"Mr Snodgrass, I'll be taking my break now. Did you want a latte, and you dear? Anything?" Mrs Davies asked.
Mr Snodgrass made the decision for both of them and just shook his head. Mrs Davies left, closing the door, leaving interviewer and interviewee together alone once more.
"So Yulia, you will do everything I say huh?” He said, leaning back in his chair and placing his arms behind his head.
Yulia glanced at the wedding ring on his hand and closed her eyes. She just had to do something, this interview needed to be saved!
"Well Mr Snodgrass, I can promise you that if you employed me, I'd definitely make you very happy, I'm hardworking, and a very practically minded," She said in a sultry tone, tilting her head slightly and chewing gently on her lower lip.
Mr Snodgrass stared at her hard for a few moments, shifting in his chair just a little.
"I'm sure you are Yulia..." He said quietly, his eyes drifting once more as he checked out her nubile body.
The girl leaned forward a little and she knew at this angle, he'd be able to see right down her blouse at her new black lace bra she was wearing. He wondered if she really would be able to do anything he wanted.
To Be Continued …
AI Tech HQ, Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, DC
"Thank you so much! Keep the change!" Yulia said, smiling and closing the cab door. She had spent so long being Ekaterina since her brief incarceration in Moscow that she had to work hard to ensure that became immersed in Yulia once again.
She checked the time on her phone, and was thankful for the extra time she had – it was only 9:30am and here she was at the AI Tech HQ. Any last-minute touches and make up fixes could be done, and she'd have some time to calm her rattled nerves. A womanising misogynist … whatever it was that the Centre wanted from this assignment, it was not going to be easy on her.
Her heels clicked loudly on the pavement as she made her way to the doors of the tall white building. Yulia couldn't afford to mess up this interview, she knew that she would have to do whatever it takes!
Luckily there was a set of public restrooms inside on the main floor, she first had to ask permission from the reception, and say that she was here for an interview. Her clean and polished look left the fawning young man in no doubt that she was being genuine … if only he knew.
"Stay calm Yulia, you definitely have this …” She mumbled to herself looking at her face, hair and cleavage, as she fixed her lip gloss.
She pulled out a hairbrush from her purse and quickly gave her hair one more sweep, at this rate she'd be bald if she didn't leave her locks alone!
After checking the time again Yulia thought she might as well go on up to the department where she'd be interviewed. Her skirt was short but not slutty, and she had on a new low-cut blouse with a belt to fit her nicely, she was confident that she looked the part of a full time Personal Assistant!
"Good morning, my name is Yulia, I'm here for my interview with Mr Snodgrass." She said to the acerbic, old looking receptionist at the main desk on Floor 4.
"He will be with you soon. Take a seat."
Yulia walked over to the chairs and sat down feeling annoyed. She was getting bad vibes off that old crow at the desk, and hoped she wouldn't have to deal with her too often. She picked up a magazine and tried to read some of it, but her nerves just wouldn't allow it. She kept peeking at the clock above the sour-faced secretary what felt like every second. She took a deep breath and decided she would just relax, and read until she calmed down.
Right before she could finish reading her fifth article, this one about how to get a beach body in two months, she heard a door open and a fit looking, balding but kind of still handsome, guy stepped out. Yulia looked up.
"Mrs Davies, is the girl here yet?” He said, sounding mildly annoyed.
The receptionist pointed at Yulia and Mr Snodgrass turned, she quickly smiled and stood up.
"Good morning Mr Snodgrass, I'd like to thank you for even considering me for an interview." She said looking up at the tall man and smiling.
"Yes well, Yulia is it? Let's get the interview started, shall we?" He replied whilst eyeing her from head to toe, before turning and heading into his office.
Yulia followed, her smile fading as quickly as it had been put on. Suddenly she wasn't feeling quite as positive.
Aaron Snodgrass sat down at his desk and pointed at the small chair across from it, indicating that Yulia should take a seat.
"Alright Yulia, I'm going to be quite honest, I have looked at your resume and it seems to me that you might be a little over qualified for this job, but …”
Over qualified? What the fuck had the centre put online about her experience – she hadn’t even seen the resume that had been sent in on her behalf when the interview was ‘secured’.
“… so, my concern is that you would not be committed enough in order to do things to my satisfaction." He said sighing and looking at her.
Yulia was trying to think fast inside her head. She had barely sat down and already the interview felt like it was nearly over... what could she do! Sweet talk perhaps?
"Well Mr Snodgrass, I'm very grateful that you agreed to meet me, I'm aware that I'm a bit over qualified …” not that she had any idea how, “… but I promise if you give me a chance, I'll work my hardest, and do everything you say." Yulia said eagerly.
That's when she noticed Mr Snodgrass was barely even listening to her speak, she followed his gaze and realised he was staring at her chest.
Yulia panicked, but realised, this might work to her advantage ...
A sudden head peeking into the room jolted Mr Snodgrass out of his trance, it was Mrs Davies.
"Mr Snodgrass, I'll be taking my break now. Did you want a latte, and you dear? Anything?" Mrs Davies asked.
Mr Snodgrass made the decision for both of them and just shook his head. Mrs Davies left, closing the door, leaving interviewer and interviewee together alone once more.
"So Yulia, you will do everything I say huh?” He said, leaning back in his chair and placing his arms behind his head.
Yulia glanced at the wedding ring on his hand and closed her eyes. She just had to do something, this interview needed to be saved!
"Well Mr Snodgrass, I can promise you that if you employed me, I'd definitely make you very happy, I'm hardworking, and a very practically minded," She said in a sultry tone, tilting her head slightly and chewing gently on her lower lip.
Mr Snodgrass stared at her hard for a few moments, shifting in his chair just a little.
"I'm sure you are Yulia..." He said quietly, his eyes drifting once more as he checked out her nubile body.
The girl leaned forward a little and she knew at this angle, he'd be able to see right down her blouse at her new black lace bra she was wearing. He wondered if she really would be able to do anything he wanted.
To Be Continued …
Uh huh, they all do that!That's when she noticed Mr Snodgrass was barely even listening to her speak, she followed his gaze and realised he was staring at her chest.
Loving this story!
twonines
LIMERICUS
When it`s put on display, you can`t blame us for looking!Uh huh, they all do that!
Loving this story!
Gibbs505
SERVORUM DOMITOR
You show, we look!Uh huh, they all do that!
Loving this story!
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Infiltration (3)
AI Tech HQ, Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, DC
Yulia crossed her legs to make sure her skirt hiked up even more, showing quite an expanse of bare thigh. She knew the plan to entice him was working. A quick glance at Mr Snodgrass's pants was all she needed for evidence, seeing that the crotch of them was slowly beginning to bulge out as he continued to ogle her.
Aaron Snodgrass cleared his throat and stood up, walking over and standing in front of her, impinging upon her personal space, his crotch bulging very close to her face.
"Well, there are lots of things I'd want you to do around here Yulia, maybe even more than just manage my diary … and I'd probably need you to stay later with me some nights, to handle important business ... and maybe help to ‘secure’ important business contacts."
She knew exactly what he meant and she could not stop herself from glancing at what had developed into a rather aggressive looking bulge. She stared at his crotch and knew that it was now or never!
"Well, I will be willing to do whatever you need sir, Like I said, I'd be a very good girl for you."
As Mr Snodgrass stood, Yulia dropped to her knees, burying her face in his pants and inhaling his warm and manly scent.
Feeling his swelling press against her lips as she began to kiss along its hard length, causing the man above her to grunt. He wasted no time undoing his belt and zipper, tugging his pants down along with his boxers, and revealing a very hard, thick cock.
"Well then you little slut, why don't you show me just how dedicated to this job you'd be." He said smirking, rubbing his erection over her cheek.
Yulia smiled, swallowed her pride, and took his large shaft into her delicate hand, stroking it slowly as she ran her tongue slowly along the length, before swirling it around the head.
"Oh Mr Snodgrass, you are so ... big. I hope I can handle it all."
Sickened at her own behaviour, but knowing how important it was, the beautiful Agent took him deeper between her lips and began sucking, making the skin slick with her saliva, glistening and wet. With her free hand she reached underneath and began to massage his heavy ball sac as she worked on his cock, sucking and nibbling away at it.
"Ohhhhhh fuck ... that feels good." He growled, pumping his hips roughly against Yulia's face as she sucked him.
All Yulia could do was moan as he filled her mouth and pushed into her throat, deeper and deeper. Saliva dripped down her chin as she tried to keep up with his thrusting hips. She slid her hand down from his balls, and into her panties, rubbing her clit and pussy lips furiously as she blew him.
Snodgrass looked down and the sight before him and smiled. His gaze was returned directly by the obedient eyes of this stunning creature, as she masturbated while she sucked. Reaching down he grabbed her hair and yanked Yulia to her feet, bending her over his desk, his hard-on slipping from her oral grasp.
With a sudden smack, she squealed loudly as Snodgrass smacked her tight, firm ass, and then gripped her moist pussy, massaging and penetrating …
"You like that huh you little slut? Well, this interview is almost finished, I just need to evaluate one more skill of yours ..."
Yulia trembled as she felt his erection push into her … this was it! She was about to get fucked. Then she heard him chuckle, as he rammed his cock deep into her body, letting out a loud grunt as he did so. Yulia could feel herself being stretched wide, as she let a whimper of both pain and pleasure. He began thrusting, pumping fast and fucking her hard, in hard, long strokes, his balls already slapping against her thighs.
“Fuckkk so hot, so tight, so fucking gorgeous!” Snodgrass growled out, giving her ass another slap as he continued fucking her from behind.
Yulia moaned and trembled as he went at her, she could feel his strong hands reach under her and start to grope and grab at her breasts. She squirmed, but he subdued her movement by putting more of his weight on her to keep her still. After a few more pumps and grunts, he pulled out of her and sat down on his chair, pulling her onto her lap, with her back facing him, his hands gripping her breasts.
"Be a good girl and ride my cock." He said with a groan, impaling her once more before she could even catch her breath.
Eyes closed Yulia began riding and bouncing on him, as he lunged under her. His fingers found her clit and began to nip and pinch it into an erect state and she could tell by Mr Snodgrass's heavy breathing, that he was getting very close to busting.
"Yeah that's it ... cum for me now, take this cock!" he growled, thrusting and grunting with every thrust of his manhood.
"Ohhhhhh yes, fuck me sir! Teach me my place in this company!" Even under such extreme provocation Agent Novikova knew the right things to say.
Yulia reached under and began to massage his tightening balls - he was grunting with every thrust now, drilling his hips up into her. Her body writhed and squirmed.
"You want my load in you slut? Well, you can have it ... you better be on birth control though, you are, right?”
“Yes, yes I am … oh fuck!” Yulia felt her own juices rising.
Then Snodgrass groaned and grunted before finally slamming his hips up one last time, his hot seed gushing into Yulia's soar and used cunt. His humping slowed down as he pumped every last drop of his sperm into her …
His forehead dropped onto her back as he attempted to regulate his breathing.
"Mmmmmm Mr Snodgrass, you're a bad man! You came right in my pussy!" Yulia giggled in as ‘girly’ a manner as she could manage.
‘I better have got this job,’ she thought to herself as he pushed her upwards to let his softening cock slide out of its warm, tight sheath and release the residual sperm to run down her slender thighs.
To Be Continued …
AI Tech HQ, Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, DC
Yulia crossed her legs to make sure her skirt hiked up even more, showing quite an expanse of bare thigh. She knew the plan to entice him was working. A quick glance at Mr Snodgrass's pants was all she needed for evidence, seeing that the crotch of them was slowly beginning to bulge out as he continued to ogle her.
Aaron Snodgrass cleared his throat and stood up, walking over and standing in front of her, impinging upon her personal space, his crotch bulging very close to her face.
"Well, there are lots of things I'd want you to do around here Yulia, maybe even more than just manage my diary … and I'd probably need you to stay later with me some nights, to handle important business ... and maybe help to ‘secure’ important business contacts."
She knew exactly what he meant and she could not stop herself from glancing at what had developed into a rather aggressive looking bulge. She stared at his crotch and knew that it was now or never!
"Well, I will be willing to do whatever you need sir, Like I said, I'd be a very good girl for you."
As Mr Snodgrass stood, Yulia dropped to her knees, burying her face in his pants and inhaling his warm and manly scent.
Feeling his swelling press against her lips as she began to kiss along its hard length, causing the man above her to grunt. He wasted no time undoing his belt and zipper, tugging his pants down along with his boxers, and revealing a very hard, thick cock.
"Well then you little slut, why don't you show me just how dedicated to this job you'd be." He said smirking, rubbing his erection over her cheek.
Yulia smiled, swallowed her pride, and took his large shaft into her delicate hand, stroking it slowly as she ran her tongue slowly along the length, before swirling it around the head.
"Oh Mr Snodgrass, you are so ... big. I hope I can handle it all."
Sickened at her own behaviour, but knowing how important it was, the beautiful Agent took him deeper between her lips and began sucking, making the skin slick with her saliva, glistening and wet. With her free hand she reached underneath and began to massage his heavy ball sac as she worked on his cock, sucking and nibbling away at it.
"Ohhhhhh fuck ... that feels good." He growled, pumping his hips roughly against Yulia's face as she sucked him.
All Yulia could do was moan as he filled her mouth and pushed into her throat, deeper and deeper. Saliva dripped down her chin as she tried to keep up with his thrusting hips. She slid her hand down from his balls, and into her panties, rubbing her clit and pussy lips furiously as she blew him.
Snodgrass looked down and the sight before him and smiled. His gaze was returned directly by the obedient eyes of this stunning creature, as she masturbated while she sucked. Reaching down he grabbed her hair and yanked Yulia to her feet, bending her over his desk, his hard-on slipping from her oral grasp.
With a sudden smack, she squealed loudly as Snodgrass smacked her tight, firm ass, and then gripped her moist pussy, massaging and penetrating …
"You like that huh you little slut? Well, this interview is almost finished, I just need to evaluate one more skill of yours ..."
Yulia trembled as she felt his erection push into her … this was it! She was about to get fucked. Then she heard him chuckle, as he rammed his cock deep into her body, letting out a loud grunt as he did so. Yulia could feel herself being stretched wide, as she let a whimper of both pain and pleasure. He began thrusting, pumping fast and fucking her hard, in hard, long strokes, his balls already slapping against her thighs.
“Fuckkk so hot, so tight, so fucking gorgeous!” Snodgrass growled out, giving her ass another slap as he continued fucking her from behind.
Yulia moaned and trembled as he went at her, she could feel his strong hands reach under her and start to grope and grab at her breasts. She squirmed, but he subdued her movement by putting more of his weight on her to keep her still. After a few more pumps and grunts, he pulled out of her and sat down on his chair, pulling her onto her lap, with her back facing him, his hands gripping her breasts.
"Be a good girl and ride my cock." He said with a groan, impaling her once more before she could even catch her breath.
Eyes closed Yulia began riding and bouncing on him, as he lunged under her. His fingers found her clit and began to nip and pinch it into an erect state and she could tell by Mr Snodgrass's heavy breathing, that he was getting very close to busting.
"Yeah that's it ... cum for me now, take this cock!" he growled, thrusting and grunting with every thrust of his manhood.
"Ohhhhhh yes, fuck me sir! Teach me my place in this company!" Even under such extreme provocation Agent Novikova knew the right things to say.
Yulia reached under and began to massage his tightening balls - he was grunting with every thrust now, drilling his hips up into her. Her body writhed and squirmed.
"You want my load in you slut? Well, you can have it ... you better be on birth control though, you are, right?”
“Yes, yes I am … oh fuck!” Yulia felt her own juices rising.
Then Snodgrass groaned and grunted before finally slamming his hips up one last time, his hot seed gushing into Yulia's soar and used cunt. His humping slowed down as he pumped every last drop of his sperm into her …
His forehead dropped onto her back as he attempted to regulate his breathing.
"Mmmmmm Mr Snodgrass, you're a bad man! You came right in my pussy!" Yulia giggled in as ‘girly’ a manner as she could manage.
‘I better have got this job,’ she thought to herself as he pushed her upwards to let his softening cock slide out of its warm, tight sheath and release the residual sperm to run down her slender thighs.
To Be Continued …
Yep, works most of the time!
Laying it on pretty thick now.
Just in time. I was thinking she might have to swallow!
I hope so after all that.
Hot descriptive prose
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Love your comments Barb - as only another girl canYep, works most of the time!
Laying it on pretty thick now.
Just in time. I was thinking she might have to swallow!
I hope so after all that.
Hot descriptive prose
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Intriguing start. I know the Darlington Memorial well. A second copy of the Nymph and fawn sculpture was acquired by Brookgreen Gardens near me in 1940. Lovely and erotic!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
She's a loyal Agent PrPr she will do what is asked of her ...
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Infiltration (4)
Yulia’s Apartment, The Aspen Block, 4th Street NW, Washington, DC
Of course, Yulia got the job. Aaron Snodgrass was besotted with her already as it turned out, and he offered her the job before she left his office, with his sperm still sliding down her leg!
“You got it?” The voice was monotonic, matter-of-fact, no pleasantries nor congratulations.
“I did,” the Agent responded.
“Good. So, AI Tech has something we need. Mister Snodgrass has a Government contract to develop an Artificial Intelligence algorithm that can be ubiquitously used across a broad interface platform …”
“I have no idea what you just said,” interrupted Yulia.
Following the impatient sigh from the other end of the call, the voice continued. “AI Tech’s algorithm will speed up the NSA’s regulatory compliance efforts, and comes with a hardened protective infrastructure to secure it against attack. Aaron Snodgrass is working to put AI into practice at different points across the U.S. intelligence community.”
“What has this got to do with me. I now have the job as his Personal Fuck-Toy … sorry, I mean Assistant.”
The voice laughed. “Don’t worry Agent Novikova, you won’t have to understand anything. All you need to do is wait for further instructions from us. Your job is only to gain his trust over the next few days, and make sure to comply with everything he asks you to do.”
‘Everything he asks me to do …’ Yulia knew just where was heading.
The Crucible Club, 412 V Street, NE Washington DC
Yulia stood bent at the waist. Her neck and wrists were clamped through a wooden pillory. Her legs were spread wide apart and her firm breasts hung before her in a sensuously pendulous manner. She was naked, save for a pair of four-inch black heels, which required her to stand on her toes and forced her ass to be held higher than her shoulders, providing a beautiful display. Her eyes were blindfold, but she was not gagged. Her pussy was wet and quivering and her clitoris was swollen and aching to be touched.
The words ‘comply with everything he asks’ continued to spin around her head. Well, it turned out that her actual business assistance was limited to making his coffee and wearing the kind of clothes that would keep him entertained. And so, here she was, three days into her new role, in a fetish room at the Crucible Club, stripped and secured in a wooden frame for the entertainment of Mister Snodgrass’ business associates.
Behind her she heard the door being opened and heard Aaron talking to someone. Yulia tried in vain to turn her head and see who it was that would see her in this humiliating, helpless position.
"Come on in," Aaron said. "Here she is; this is Miss Jelic. A real beauty, isn't she?"
"Say 'hello' to our guest, Miss Jelic," Aaron instructed.
Yulia’s voice died in her throat and the only sound she made was a small moan of frustration. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other and back again, which made her ass wiggle; and she twisted her bound wrists, which made her firm breasts sway slightly. She heard the two men chuckle.
"I'll leave you two to have some time alone," said Aaron as he closed the door behind himself.
As the man to her rear stripped off his shirt, Yulia began to panic slightly and twist against her bindings. She was alone, bound and naked, with a stranger. Surely this had to be illegal? But she had consented, she had little choice if she wanted the assignment to succeed. What would he do to her? Would he hurt her? This extreme Sexpionage-like experience had not been included in the curriculum at the Academy!
She heard this man move up behind her and felt him run a finger lightly down her spine to the crack of her ass. Her breath quickened and she stiffened when his finger circled and pressed against her puckered anus. She tried to pull away, but that was impossible. He chuckled and slapped her bottom, not hard, but enough to make a loud smack that rang in her ears and made her burn with humiliation.
"Now, now, is that any way to behave?" he asked, mocking her. "You must be a good girl for Daddy because Mister Snodgrass says so."
The stranger's finger continued its journey between Yulia’s crack to her pussy, slipping inside her tight, wet slit to probe and stroke.
She hated this humiliation, it wasn’t what she had been trained for, but yet the sensations it caused were extremely stimulating. Yulia arched her back, trying to get the finger to penetrate go deeper, but it slipped out with a damp slurp, and continued down to her clitoris. The stranger smiled as he felt her hard, swollen bud. He held his finger against it, but did not stroke or massage or move the digit at all.
Yulia was on fire; she was so desperate to be properly touched that she began to gyrate her hips against the stranger's strong, thick finger. He laughed at her again and she stilled her hips, burning with shame. However, it was not long before once again the bound Agent began the lascivious movement once more.
"My, my," laughed the stranger as he watched Yulia's hips thrusting against his finger. "Did Daddy’s little girl get all excited and wet herself?"
A blush spread over Yulia's entire body, but she was so desperate for release that she only pumped her hips faster against the finger and moaned. She frantically hoped that he would not stop, that he would allow her to orgasm, but he pulled his finger away, causing her to whimper in frustration.
"Well, my dear," he said, "Daddy is waiting for your answer."
"Y … yes," she stammered.
The stranger lightly flicked her clit and said, "Yes, what?"
Yulia's head was spinning. She knew what this pervert wanted her to say; he wanted her to call him 'Daddy’ but she didn't know if she could play along with his incestuous fantasy. She was trembling with both shame and desire when he flicked her clit again and she answered, "Yes, Daddy," with a small whimper.
The stranger once again positioned his finger against her clit and Yulia recommenced her attempts to bring herself to a climax.
"Oh, such a good girl," he crooned. "But," he continued, pulling his finger away from her pulsating clit, "Daddy thinks you've had a little too much excitement for now."
Yulia groaned with frustration and thrust her hips back, trying to regain the stranger's finger. "Please," she whimpered. "Please, Daddy, please."
"My poor little girl," the stranger said in a patronising tone, patting her exposed ass. He began to move to the front of the pillory, his hand gliding across her back and down to her dangling breast as he moved. He gripped the breast and rubbed his thumb over the erect nipple before he walked in front of Yulia's face.
"If you are a good little girl for Daddy, then Daddy will give you a treat. Okay?"
"Yes ... Daddy," she replied trying to keep the revulsion inside.
"Good girl," the stranger cooed as he wound down his zipper.
To Be Continued …
Yulia’s Apartment, The Aspen Block, 4th Street NW, Washington, DC
Of course, Yulia got the job. Aaron Snodgrass was besotted with her already as it turned out, and he offered her the job before she left his office, with his sperm still sliding down her leg!
“You got it?” The voice was monotonic, matter-of-fact, no pleasantries nor congratulations.
“I did,” the Agent responded.
“Good. So, AI Tech has something we need. Mister Snodgrass has a Government contract to develop an Artificial Intelligence algorithm that can be ubiquitously used across a broad interface platform …”
“I have no idea what you just said,” interrupted Yulia.
Following the impatient sigh from the other end of the call, the voice continued. “AI Tech’s algorithm will speed up the NSA’s regulatory compliance efforts, and comes with a hardened protective infrastructure to secure it against attack. Aaron Snodgrass is working to put AI into practice at different points across the U.S. intelligence community.”
“What has this got to do with me. I now have the job as his Personal Fuck-Toy … sorry, I mean Assistant.”
The voice laughed. “Don’t worry Agent Novikova, you won’t have to understand anything. All you need to do is wait for further instructions from us. Your job is only to gain his trust over the next few days, and make sure to comply with everything he asks you to do.”
‘Everything he asks me to do …’ Yulia knew just where was heading.
The Crucible Club, 412 V Street, NE Washington DC
Yulia stood bent at the waist. Her neck and wrists were clamped through a wooden pillory. Her legs were spread wide apart and her firm breasts hung before her in a sensuously pendulous manner. She was naked, save for a pair of four-inch black heels, which required her to stand on her toes and forced her ass to be held higher than her shoulders, providing a beautiful display. Her eyes were blindfold, but she was not gagged. Her pussy was wet and quivering and her clitoris was swollen and aching to be touched.
The words ‘comply with everything he asks’ continued to spin around her head. Well, it turned out that her actual business assistance was limited to making his coffee and wearing the kind of clothes that would keep him entertained. And so, here she was, three days into her new role, in a fetish room at the Crucible Club, stripped and secured in a wooden frame for the entertainment of Mister Snodgrass’ business associates.
Behind her she heard the door being opened and heard Aaron talking to someone. Yulia tried in vain to turn her head and see who it was that would see her in this humiliating, helpless position.
"Come on in," Aaron said. "Here she is; this is Miss Jelic. A real beauty, isn't she?"
"Say 'hello' to our guest, Miss Jelic," Aaron instructed.
Yulia’s voice died in her throat and the only sound she made was a small moan of frustration. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other and back again, which made her ass wiggle; and she twisted her bound wrists, which made her firm breasts sway slightly. She heard the two men chuckle.
"I'll leave you two to have some time alone," said Aaron as he closed the door behind himself.
As the man to her rear stripped off his shirt, Yulia began to panic slightly and twist against her bindings. She was alone, bound and naked, with a stranger. Surely this had to be illegal? But she had consented, she had little choice if she wanted the assignment to succeed. What would he do to her? Would he hurt her? This extreme Sexpionage-like experience had not been included in the curriculum at the Academy!
She heard this man move up behind her and felt him run a finger lightly down her spine to the crack of her ass. Her breath quickened and she stiffened when his finger circled and pressed against her puckered anus. She tried to pull away, but that was impossible. He chuckled and slapped her bottom, not hard, but enough to make a loud smack that rang in her ears and made her burn with humiliation.
"Now, now, is that any way to behave?" he asked, mocking her. "You must be a good girl for Daddy because Mister Snodgrass says so."
The stranger's finger continued its journey between Yulia’s crack to her pussy, slipping inside her tight, wet slit to probe and stroke.
She hated this humiliation, it wasn’t what she had been trained for, but yet the sensations it caused were extremely stimulating. Yulia arched her back, trying to get the finger to penetrate go deeper, but it slipped out with a damp slurp, and continued down to her clitoris. The stranger smiled as he felt her hard, swollen bud. He held his finger against it, but did not stroke or massage or move the digit at all.
Yulia was on fire; she was so desperate to be properly touched that she began to gyrate her hips against the stranger's strong, thick finger. He laughed at her again and she stilled her hips, burning with shame. However, it was not long before once again the bound Agent began the lascivious movement once more.
"My, my," laughed the stranger as he watched Yulia's hips thrusting against his finger. "Did Daddy’s little girl get all excited and wet herself?"
A blush spread over Yulia's entire body, but she was so desperate for release that she only pumped her hips faster against the finger and moaned. She frantically hoped that he would not stop, that he would allow her to orgasm, but he pulled his finger away, causing her to whimper in frustration.
"Well, my dear," he said, "Daddy is waiting for your answer."
"Y … yes," she stammered.
The stranger lightly flicked her clit and said, "Yes, what?"
Yulia's head was spinning. She knew what this pervert wanted her to say; he wanted her to call him 'Daddy’ but she didn't know if she could play along with his incestuous fantasy. She was trembling with both shame and desire when he flicked her clit again and she answered, "Yes, Daddy," with a small whimper.
The stranger once again positioned his finger against her clit and Yulia recommenced her attempts to bring herself to a climax.
"Oh, such a good girl," he crooned. "But," he continued, pulling his finger away from her pulsating clit, "Daddy thinks you've had a little too much excitement for now."
Yulia groaned with frustration and thrust her hips back, trying to regain the stranger's finger. "Please," she whimpered. "Please, Daddy, please."
"My poor little girl," the stranger said in a patronising tone, patting her exposed ass. He began to move to the front of the pillory, his hand gliding across her back and down to her dangling breast as he moved. He gripped the breast and rubbed his thumb over the erect nipple before he walked in front of Yulia's face.
"If you are a good little girl for Daddy, then Daddy will give you a treat. Okay?"
"Yes ... Daddy," she replied trying to keep the revulsion inside.
"Good girl," the stranger cooed as he wound down his zipper.
To Be Continued …
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
The things our heroine has to do for the love of her country, right?
Knew she would
I wouldn’t have either
Always the shoes .... what is it with men???
Wow! She’s so much more disciplined than I would ever be!
Hot! Hot! Hot!
