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Authors name: Phillip BS
Story title : Undercover Deep
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Undercover Deep (mf, police, nc)
By Phillip BS (gbgonad@my-deja.com)
Copyright (c) 1999
Beth was really excited to be requested for the under-
cover operation at the Emerald club. Up till now her
only excursions into this kind of roll was dressing up
as a hooker on vice duties. Jameson had asked for her
specifically.
"I asked for you on this job for two reasons only," he
told her, "Your looks, and the fact that you're a
blond."
He continued, "We've raided the club several times but
Maxwell has always managed to destroy the evidence. We
need you on the inside before we try again."
Beth could feel her pulse quickening. "I won't let you
down sir."
"You damn well better not girl, there's a lot riding
on this!"
They sat in a car opposite the club watching the clien-
tele coming and going.
"Maxwell has a penchant for blondes and with your looks
you shouldn't have to much trouble getting him inter-
ested. We want you to get him to take you up to his
apartment on the top floor."
"How am I supposed to do that, Sir?"
"For Christ sake woman what do you think a guy's going
to take you up to his apartment for flower arranging?"
A worried look had fallen over her face; she hadn't
contemplated the position she was putting herself in.
"Look there's no need to get stressed," said Jameson.
"Once up in the apartment all you have to do is open
that blind so we know your in place, then you can
string him along as much as you like we'll be up pretty
soon after that."
Ten minutes later Beth was sitting at the bar in the
emerald club ordering a drink.
"You had better make it a large one," she said to the
bar keep. She thought, 'I'm going to need something to
loosen me up or I'm going to botch this. If I can pull
this off I could be looking at moving away from street
patrols.'
Looking about her she spotted Maxwell at the other end
of the bar with one of his minders, so taking her drink
she sauntered down the bar and positioned herself on a
barstool opposite.
She was wearing her short sexy black number, the one
that always got John hot under the collar. Crossing
her perfectly shaped legs, which made it ride up even
higher she lit up a cigarette.
Maxwell was looking her up and down now so she gave
him the warmest smile she could. Next thing she knew
he was standing at her side, clicking his fingers at
the barkeep who brought her another drink.
"Hi my names Richard Maxwell," he said. "I'm pretty
sure I would have noticed if you had been here before."
Having made contact Beth used her body language and her
wiles to flirt with Maxwell giving him an obvious come
on. They moved over to his booth in the corner where
she continued to entice him. They were sitting close
now so she placed her hand on his leg hoping to force
the situation.
Maxwell started to kiss her neck -- now running his
hand up and down her side. Suddenly his hand slid
between her legs.
Panic! What was she going to do, if she pushed him away
the whole operation could be blown. She tried to hold
him off by restricting his access but his fingers were
already rubbing at her gusset. Her mind was racing, how
was she going to get herself out of this situation.
Trying to keep her composure she said, "Look lover it's
too public here, haven't you got anywhere more private?"
"Come on I've got an apartment upstairs," he said tak-
ing her hand and walking her to his private lift. He
nodded to his minder who followed them to the lift.
"I'm going up for cocktails," he said winking, "see to
it I'm not disturbed."
As soon as the doors shut he pulled her to him and
kissed her roughly. She had no option but to allow him
this concession or the gig would be up.
His tongue forced its way into her mouth seeking out
hers. Trying to fake enthusiasm she kissed him back
allowing their tongues to entwine. His hands around
her slid down to grip her ass making sure to ride her
dress up so he had direct contact with her panties.
She lost her shoes in his enthusiasm.
For the second time panic erupted. His fingers were
tracing the furrow between her cheeks starting to force
her panties into the crack. She prayed for the lift to
hurry to its destination, his probing fingers started
to make contact with her lips through her panties.
The resounding ding of the elevator echoed in her ears.
'My god' she thought, 'that was close.'
She tried to make conversation as they entered the
apartment, she was looking around for the blind.
"Didn't you say something about a cocktail," she said
trying to keep her voice calm.
"While I make the cocktails I want to watch you strip,"
he said suggestively.
She was in over her head now and she knew it. Realiza-
tion that she could not talk her way round this one was
fast dawning on her. She'd worked out that the blind
she needed to open must be in the bedroom.
"Why don't I go and slip into your bed and wait for
you?" she suggested hopefully.
"Come on you've been dying to get me up here all night,"
he said, "let's see what you've got."
No more excuses, she couldn't get out of it. She wonder-
ed if she could make a dash for the blind but she new
that everything she had achieved would be gone. Her
chance of promotion, maybe even her career. Remembering
Jameson's words. "Don't you dare blow this operation,
we've been working on this for a long time."
Slowly she unzipped the back of her dress and allowed
it to drop to the floor. Her perfectly proportioned
body now on view. Stepping out of her dress she stood
there in just her black lacy bra and knickers aware
that they accentuated her blond shoulder length hair.
She was the complete package. Only her husband had seen
her like this and now this crime boss was getting the
privilege.
"Keep going," he said about to witness more of what her
husband possessed. Taking hold of the front of her bra
she unclipped it and nervously drew it apart allowing
her pert breasts to spring free. They were a sight for
sore eyes. Only about a 36b but the shape many a model
would die for, topped by large strawberry shaped nip-
ples.
"Very impressive," he said adding the finishing touches
to their drinks.
"And the rest?" he said now leaning on the small bar,
watching with great interest.
'Oh my god,' she thought, 'he's going to see, he's go-
ing to see.'
Hands quivering she pulled the waistband of her panties
over the white flesh of her bum and released them al-
lowing them to fall. She felt like everything was in
slow motion. It seemed to take forever for them to
reach the floor, but inevitably they did, and her
secret was out.
From puberty she had found the growth of pubic hair was
sparse and irritating so she had depilated very early
on. Never by shaving though, always using wax. Hence
there was not a hair between her legs. Not even stub-
ble, just smooth unbroken skin. Exposed was the sym-
metry of her lips, leading up to the easily noticeable
hood that enclosed her hard little bud.
He could see it all.
"Wow!" he breathed in a low voice.
Moving towards her he passed her drink over. As she
freed his hand from the glass he deftly slid it over
her left breast brushing his palm across the nipple
which reacted by hardening.
She made a sharp intake of breath to this and realizing
the hand could end up moving lower Quickly asked, "Can
we go to your bedroom now?"
"Come on then," he replied leading the way.
She needed to allow herself time to open the blind once
in the room or else he would be all over her. She had
to think fast there were no more clothes to hide be-
hind, if he got started on her now his fingers would
soon seek out her privates.
"It's your turn to strip now," she said. Not one of her
best ideas but it was all she could come up with at
short notice. As he started to remove his clothes Beth
sauntered over to the window trying not to feel self-
conscious about her nakedness. Feigning curiosity she
opened the blind to take a look outside.
'I hope Jameson can't tell my condition from here,' she
thought.
Turning back to the room she was shocked by the sight
that beheld her. 'Oh my god he's massive!'
Maxwell stood before her naked, his cock standing
proudly erect in front of him.
'It must be nearly four inches longer than John's and
the girth. That thing would split me in two.'
A giant purple domed helmet openly visible topped it.
She could tell that he had been circumcised. It sent a
shiver down her spine.
Having opened the blind, her panic was slightly reduced.
'Come on Jameson,' she thought, 'I can't hold him off
for much longer.'
Maxwell was next to her now, drawing her close. Fight-
ing off the urge to push him away Beth tried to delay
his advances by concentrating on her drink. But Maxwell
wasn't having any of this, and he dipped his head down,
took her nipple in his mouth and started to suck on it.
The sudden shock made Beth jump spilling her drink down
herself. Taking advantage of this he slid down her,
licking the drink from her body.
"What about another drink?" she said trying to divert
him from his advances.
"Later," he replied. The he scooped her up in his ample
arms and laid her down on the bed. The swift movement
caught her off guard. Before she could react he was on
top of her -- his mouth descending to hers.
Too late she tried to shut her legs only to find his
knee already between them.
'Oh god, come on Jameson, you've gotta get here soon.'
she prayed.
She could feel herself starting to shake with fear.
'How did I let myself get in this situation.'
Trying to fool herself that she could still control
the situation until help arrived, she responded to the
kiss again, allowing his tongue to fence with hers.
She could feel his mammoth weapon digging into her leg.
'Jameson where the hell are you.'
His mouth again descended to her breasts taking each
nipple in turn between his teeth and nipping it, bring-
ing a yelp from her lips. She felt his hand on her
thigh moving upwards.
'God no this can't be happening!' she tried to get her
legs shut but there was no way to do it. His fingers
slid along her smooth groove right up to her clit in
on quick movement.
"Ah..."
She turned her head away trying to hide her shame,
unable to stop his ministrations. Her body letting her
down -- her mind started to respond to the stimulation.
She felt her moisture begin, her clitoris hardening.
The finger slid lower and easily dipped into her honey
pot.
"Ohh..." she whimpered. Inwardly she was screaming.
'Jameson you bastard where are you?'
He climbed over her getting into position -- his enor-
mous end at the mouth of her pussy. She could feel it
nudging up to her opening.
'Please god no, where is he, where is he?' she screamed
silently.
The bulbous head edged her lips open attempting to
accept it.
"Oh no, oh no, I can't, I can't, I'm sorry John, I'm
sorry!"
Her knees held his waist in an attempt to restrict his
movements, but the humid night was her undoing. Her
fear had caused her to sweat, also his exertions had
made him hot. Her knees could find no grip.
His helmet spread her lips wide but still he hadn't
entered her yet. Beth looked across the room through
the open door praying to hear her rescuers, but no one
came.
Her body was responding in fear and a strange arousal,
her own juices were lubricating his erection. She could
feel her lips slowly giving, gradually encompassing the
head, and she felt like she was being split apart.
"Ahh..." erupted from her as he pushed forward.
"Ahh." another push.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Suddenly her entrance stretched the required amount to
take him in.
"Ahhh..." she screamed.
The head of his cock passed the restriction and plough-
ed deep into her, filling her to the core. All the
breath rushed out of her, she tried to gasp for air but
could not seem to draw any in. Tears were streaming
down her face. He drew back and thumped into her again.
"NOOOO!"
Her knees were still trying to hold back his movements
but she was fighting a losing battle. Her pussy was
slowly becoming accustomed to his size and after
another thrust the pain was subsiding.
Now she was faced with a worse dilemma, one she had not
envisaged arising. Deep within her she felt the first
stirrings of something that frightened her even more
than what this man was doing to her.
'This can't be happening, he can't be doing this to me.'
His large appendage had started the train moving, a
steam train chugging down the tracks, and there was
only one destination.
Another thrust and she could feel her strength being
sapped like sand through an hourglass. The feelings he
was causing in her were building up now and there was
nobody coming in to stop them.
Her legs felt like lead and she was struggling to re-
sist his thrusts. Looking down she could see her pussy
lips stretched taut around the girth of his cock.
Again it plunged into her pulling down on the hood
around her distended clit. The sensations she was feel-
ing increased, her mind was fighting to resist these
sensations but her body was responding to them. The
more she fought against them the stronger they became
and the weaker her resistance. Finally her strength
was gone, mind filled with confusion, she could hold
out no longer. Her legs fell open allowing him total
freedom to ride her as hard as he liked.
Without the previous restrictions he developed a slow
steady rhythm plunging into her.
She became aware of the sound it made.
"Thock -- Thock -- Thock -- Thock."
Along with this she heard another sound.
"Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..."
It suddenly dawned on her that she was making the sound
herself, uncontrolled and synchronized with his thrusts.
She could not believe that he was going to have what
only John had ever experienced with her. Her most
private thing, something more private than her
nakedness, than the penetration of her body. He was
going to possess her orgasm. The shudders, the screams,
the point where she would be exposed right down to her
soul.
He was going to have it all.
Sensing her arousal he raised the stakes by increasing
his pace.
"Thock -- Thock -- Thock -- Thock -- Thock -- Thock --
Thock -- Thock."
Her tone was more audible as the sensations became much
stronger.
"Ahhhh---Ahhhh--Ahhhh--Ahhhh--Ahhhh---Ahhhh---Ahhhh---
Ahhhh..."
The sensations were so strong now, that her body re-
acted to them automatically. Her legs drew back, hips
arching to meet his thrusts. The point where John
usually emptied into her long since passed.
"Too much, Too much, I can't, I can't..."
The steam locomotive was in sight now hammering down
the tracks at her.
Aware she was close to coming, Maxwell pulled her legs
up so her knees were around here ears and started ram-
ming into her to take things to their ultimate con-
clusion.
"ThockaThockaThockaThockaThockaThockaThockaThockaThocka.
Then steam locomotive hit her.
"AAAAHHHHHH..."
Her scream rattled her to the bone, her soul well and
truly exposed. This orgasm was stronger than anything
she had ever experienced. Her mind totally overtaken
by the experience -- could no longer deny her pleasure.
"YES... YES... YES... YES... YES! FUCK ME, FUCK ME,
FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME!"
Still he did not come. His cock continued to slam into
her, her pussy lathered up with her juices making crude
squelching noises.
Her legs released him and flopped out wide and her
hands found their way to his butt dragging herself onto
him. Her orgasm reaching new heights, she could feel
her pussy afire with sensation. They were so strong it
was like being in pain. Unable to handle the extreme
sensations her mind slipped into a delirium.
"Mummy... mummy..."
His cock exploded into her. Pulse after pulse of semen
gushed into her and finding no space slurped out of the
sides and ran down over her inner thighs.
She had a blurred vision of his softening cock plopping
out of her and became aware of it moving towards her
face. Coming into focus she saw it, covered in a thick
mixture of their excretions all down the shaft and un-
derstood his objective.
There was not a glimmer of resistance left in her so
his softening head squeezed into her mouth without
struggle, giving her a taste of her juices and his
come.
"Suck it," he commanded, which she did without thinking.
He massaged his cock back and forth finishing his come
off into her mouth, grunting as his last jets shot into
her mouth. She drew on his cock compliantly taking in
the salty fluid that changed to lumpy jelly with its
last jerk.
His cock much softer now slid down the back of her
throat making her clean the slime from it, forcing her
to gag before pulling it from her mouth.
Beth fell back onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep
exhausted from the shock.
Much later she woke alone. Her pussy felt puffy and
stretched, still open as if it was missing a large
plug.
Dragging herself up she staggered back into the other
room where Maxwell sat in a silk dressing gown drawing
on a slim cigar.
"Well officer must you be back on duty so soon?"
The words cut into her like a knife.
"He knew," she thought, "he knew all along!"
"What?" She said.
"I'm afraid Lieutenant Jameson couldn't join our little
party."
"What's happened to him?"
"Oh he headed back to your station as soon as you came
in here."
"I don't understand?" she uttered her voice beginning
to break.
"He's had large gambling debts with me for a long
time."
"You shit, I'll get you, I'll see you put down!"
"For what, I haven't broken any laws."
"I'll get you done for rape, you bastard there's enough
evidence here!"
"But Beth my dear, you went with me of your own free
will."
"I think they will believe me rather than you."
"No Beth they will believe this," and with that he
picked up a remote control pointing it at his tele-
vision, it burst into life. To her horror she saw the
bedroom she had just left. A fast whirl from a video
and the picture sped backwards in time. With another
press of the remote she saw herself on the screen,
underneath him her legs in the air, his monstrous cock
pummeling her.
"YES... YES... YES... YES... YES... FUCK ME... FUCK
ME... FUCK ME... PLEASE FUCK ME!"
The scenario played out as tears filled eyes -- watched
herself come like never before, she saw the penis of-
fered up to her mouth, she saw her suck on it as he
crudely masturbated into her mouth. She watched as she
swallowed his come and cleaned his cock for him.
"If you would still like to accuse me of rape I am
sure your fellow officers would really enjoy this
evidence, I'm willing to bet it would find its way
round the whole division."
She couldn't take anymore; she grabbed her dress and
fled to the lift, her panties and bra left on the
floor where she had dropped them. Luckily her shoes
were still in the lift where she had originally lost
them.
The lift doors opened at the ground floor before she
had been able to get her dress on. The minder at the
lift door became the second stranger that night to see
her naked. He saw her hairless pussy now puffy and red,
and smiled knowingly. She struggled into the dress in
front of him unable to hide her shame as she did so.
"Mr. Maxwell wants you back here next Thursday," the
minder told her.
"Never!" she bellowed at him trying to get her shoe on.
"He said you'd say that, he also said that you would
be back."
Beth ran for the door his words echoing in her ears.
The thought of blackmail worried her, but the thought
that her body would force her back for more of his cock
worried her more.
Could John ever fill the void she now felt between her
legs. Could he make her scream in ecstasy like she had
just done? Would she ever have let him push his slime-
covered cock in her mouth like had just happened? She
ran into the humidity of the night sobbing in despair.
Thursday would soon find her out...
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Since this is the authors first work, the reader is
encouraged to contact him with comments and suggestions.
At: gbgonad@my-deja.com
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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