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Usual disclaimers about this being a work of imagination, with no
relationship to real people or events.

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Hit {Riv Yavtry} (gM, inc)

***************

I sat on the bench just inside the park gates, texting away on my
mobile, occasionally smiling or scowling or screwing my eyes up as
though trying to watch something on the tiny screen. Of course the
mobile was actually switched off so it couldn't be tracked. Even
though the bench was out of sight of the CCTV trained on the park
gates, there were plenty of passers-by and I needed to look
convincing.

"You're up, poppet."

Although I had been expecting it, the voice in my earpiece still
gave me a start. I hope nobody noticed. And I really hated that he
called me 'poppet' while on a mission, that was so unprofessional.
That would be the only signal I would receive and I wouldn't reply -I
had the means in case of emergency but radio silence was our friend.

Heart pumping and adrenaline flowing, I nonchalantly got up from the
bench, put my mobile in my backpack and made an exit from the park,
turning right out of the gates.

Walking at a medium pace, purposeful but not hurried, I saw the
black limo, escorted by two cars full of security guards, turn the
corner and pull up outside the hotel - it wasn't called 'The Park
Hotel' for nothing. The dark-suited security guards got out of their
escort vehicles and were joined by an equal complement emerging from
the hotel; there must have been twenty in all. After they had checked
to ensure everything was secure, most of them lined up across the
pavement in two rows, blocking the way to pedestrians and causing a
few irate scowls, while a couple milled around trying to look
menacing.

By this time I was at the hotel entrance, my path blocked by the
security guards. A gust of wind gave me a minor panic. I was wearing
the uniform of the local private school, complete down to the stupid
hat. If the hat blew off that wouldn't be a disaster - I was a twelve-
year-old girl playing the part of a twelve-year-old-girl - but I was
worried the blonde wig underneath might blow off too, revealing my
close-cropped red hair underneath. That would have created
suspicions, and would probably be caught on CCTV - there were so many
cameras in this area it was impossible to avoid them.

The chauffeur opened the limo door and a fat Arab dressed in white
robes got out. He was the only passenger in the limo so it had to be
him. I stood waiting patiently behind the row of security guards,
praying for a gap at the right height. If one didn't come, we'd have
to wait for another opportunity on another day and all the
preparation would have been wasted. I put my hand in the pocket of my
school blazer as though searching for something.

The fat Arab made his way between rows of security guards towards
the hotel entrance. He was almost past me and the chance was slipping
away when the guard in front of me shifted his weight onto his other
foot and I saw a chink of white. Instinctively I lined up the
specially engineered hole in my pocket and pulled the trigger and
there was an inaudible 'pffft'. I took out of my pocket the piece of
gum I'd apparently been searching for, ripped it free of the
packaging and popped it in my mouth. No doubt the school had strict
regulations against chewing gum in school uniform, but the
misdemeanour on my part only added to my authenticity.

At first I thought I'd missed, then the Arab swatted a chubby hand
at his buttock as though he had felt something sting him. I knew
better than to try to retrieve the dart, even if he had dislodged it.
The entourage made its way into the hotel lobby, and pedestrians were
free to continue on their way. However I stood and watched until the
fat Arab appeared to stumble, then clutching at his throat he
collapsed onto the plushly-carpeted hotel lobby floor, choking and
foaming at the mouth. 

Damn, that was unprofessional of me. Someone might have noticed that
I had been watching, expecting something to happen. I put my head
down and strode off purposefully, ignoring the melee in the hotel
lobby which would no doubt spill out onto the street shortly.

Turning the corner I made my way to the Metro entrance. Fortunately
it was quite busy so by careful utilisation of the crowd and ducking
down low I could evade most of the CCTV cameras. I entered the CCTV-
free restrooms and saw with relief that there was an empty cubicle. I
went inside, bolting the door securely behind me. I quickly emptied
my backpack then turned it inside out so that the school colour was
no longer showing. I stripped off the school uniform and stowed it in
the backpack, then with a secret smile to myself I took off my
blouse, training bra and panties and stowed them too. As a
replacement I put on the comfortable jogging pants and hoodie I had
brought with me. The mobile phone and blonde wig went down the toilet
- I had already tested to make sure they would get flushed away, it's
that sort of attention to detail that makes me so good - and I put on
the brunette wig I had brought.

I left the cubicle with my hood up, but finding the restroom empty I
took advantage of the opportunity to lower the hood and check my wig
was straight. With the hood back up, I left the Metro station and
walked the few blocks to the downmarket hotel where we were staying.
It wasn't a particularly nice area and a few loitering youths gave an
unhealthy stare as I went past. Although I could take care of myself
I didn't want to attract attention so I ducked my head down and
walked quickly.

As soon as I opened the door to our hotel room, daddy seized me in a
fierce bear-hug.

"I'm so proud of you poppet, you were magnificent. It's on the news
already."

He gently kissed my forehead.

"Don't call me poppet while I'm on a mission," I chastised.

"Sorry. I won't do it again," he replied solemnly, "poppet."

I playfully punched his arm, just hard enough to hurt but not hard
enough to damage.

"Ouch!" he protested. "What do you want to do to celebrate? Do you
want to catch a movie or a show?"

"You know what I want," I answered, grabbing the hard bulge in the
front of his pants.

"God, you're insatiable," he groaned as his already hard member
stiffened even more. "I don't know where you get it from. Your mom
had no interest in sex at all."

"The two of you must have done it at least once," I replied with a
deadpan face, "or else I wouldn't be here."

"True, and you're the crowning achievement of my life."

Daddy threw me onto the bed and crawled between my legs. I lifted my
butt in the air and he tugged the jogging pants down.

"Hmmm, no underwear. Help, my daughter's growing up a slut!" he
exclaimed in a tone of admonishment. "I thought you looked really
sexy in that schoolgirl uniform. I wish we'd had more time before the
mission," he added while tugging my hoodie off over my head so I was
naked apart from the white knee-length socks remaining from my school
uniform.

"Oh daddy, you're such a perv. I couldn't have gone on a mission
dressed as a schoolgirl with your cum leaking from my cunt. And I'm
glad to be out of that uniform, it was so hard and scratchy. I can't
believe they make kids here wear it - don't they have laws against
child abuse? But I brought it back with me, and I might model it for
you if you're especially nice to me."

Daddy had been suckling my nipples to this point. I don't really
have any breasts to speak of yet, just flea-bites, but I love having
my nipples suckled because it gives the flea-bites a nice warm glow.
I can only imagine how it will feel when I've got proper tits.

Daddy slowly kissed his way down my body towards my pussy.

"I just love my baby girl's little bald pussy. Promise me you'll
keep it shaved when you start to grow hair."

"No, I think I'll grow it long and thick to keep me warm when I'm
not wearing any panties," I joked in a serious tone.

"Hmmm, someone's going up for adoption then."

He reached my pussy and planted a kiss on it, then wrinkled his nose
and pulled away.

"Ewww, someone's a bit stinky down there." The intended shock must
have shown on my face because he broke into a broad grin before
adding, "So daddy will have to lick it clean." 

True to his word, daddy proceeded to lick every inch of my pussy
before thrusting his tongue into my cunt. Feeling a nice tingle
spreading through my nether regions I thrust my hips back at him,
trying to force him deeper. Daddy rhythmically tongue-fucked me while
teasing my hard little clit with his thumb.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, yes, I'm going to cum, YES!" I cried out as I
reached orgasm, my whole body spasming round the invading tongue.

"How am I doing?" he asked.

"I want you in me!"

Daddy compliantly slid up the bed, inserting his cock all the way
into my cunt.

"How do you want it?" he asked.

"Can I just feel you for a while?"

Daddy stayed perfectly still while I savoured every inch of his cock
filling my cunt. The fullness gives me a really special protected
feeling, as though we're the only two people in the world and nothing
can hurt us. I guess a baby gets a similar feeling while sucking it's
mother's breast.

"When you're ready, poppet," prompted daddy, after we'd been
perfectly still for several minutes.

"Don't call me poppet," I protested, trying to crush his cock to
death with my cunt muscles.

"Poppet, poppet, poppet, poppet, poppet."

Every time he called me poppet, I tried to crush his cock.

"No more, or I'll cum," he had to concede defeat.

"In that case fuck me hard."   

Needing no further encouragement, daddy proceeded to fuck me
violently, his rock hard cock mercilessly battering my cervix,
jolting me with every thrust. Daddy knows what he is doing and took
every opportunity to rub against my clitty.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, I'm going to cum," I warned.

"That's good poppet."

At the use of that word I tried to retaliate by crushing daddy's
cock with my cunt muscles, and I felt it swell even larger before
starting to throb and squirt inside me. Daddy thrust in hard all the
way.

"Don't call me POPPET!"

I screamed the last word as my own orgasm broke, my whole body
spasming round his throbbing cock.

After the last spasms of my orgasm had died away, leaving a very
pleasant afterglow, I leaned up and kissed daddy on the lips.

"Thank you daddy, I needed that."

He kissed me back, a chaste kiss with no tongues.

"I needed that too, poppet.

This time I didn't protest at the name. Daddy made to pull out of me.

"No, I want to feel you in me a while longer."

"Daddy needs a rest, and I can't lie on top of you in case I crush
you."

"Then let's flip."

Daddy rolled us over so that he was lying on his back on the bed,
and I was lying on top of him, enveloped in his arms, his softening
cock forming an imperfect seal to my cunt, allowing some of his cum
to seep out. I really did need a shower now.

"The Arab, what had he done?"

"I don't know poppet, but he must have been a threat to our country."


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