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Story title : Company Man, The
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The Company Man
Storyguy62 & Khan-e (storyguy62@yahoo.com)
***
Jeremy and his daughter Miranda both work for the CIA,
always on separate missions. But when his drug lord
crosses paths with her arms dealer, they wind up taking
very intimate steps to keep from blowing their
respective covers. (FFM, inc)
***
(Special thanks to Khan-e who co-wrote this with me on
the Literotica Sexual Role Playing forum and without
whom it would still be just a premise and an opening
scene.)
***
A company man. That's what I've always been. Not a
Fortune 500 type company, but THE Company, with a
capital C, otherwise known as the Central Intelligence
Agency. They recruited me right out of Georgetown Law,
and I've spent the last 20 or so years putting out
fires for them around the world. Not exactly the James
Bondesque kind of hijinks I associated with being a spy
when I was a kid, but more than enough adventure to
keep me busy. Besides, I wasn't about to introduce
myself in real life as "Logan. Jeffrey Logan." Even
Sean Connery couldn't make that sound anything other
than silly.
In some ways, it's almost surprising that I ever had
time to have a family, but Elizabeth was my high school
sweetheart and, although she didn't exactly see the
appeal of working for the CIA, she loved me and
supported me in what I did. The nature of the work
meant a lot of time away from Elizabeth and our only
child, Miranda, but neither of them seemed to resent me
for it. In fact, after Miranda graduated from college,
she joined the Company as well. We didn't see a lot of
each other after that until a couple years ago, when we
were both called back from the field after my wife's
car flipped on the interstate. The one consolation is
that they tell me she didn't suffer or even have a
chance to be afraid.
Duty calls even for the grieving, though, so before
long she was off to her assignment hunting arms
traffickers in Syria, and I was back in the Colombian
jungle sharing drinks with one of the region's more
notorious drug lords named Pablo Ortega-Garcia, who
preferred to be called "El Gato". Who says that
Hollywood doesn't affect people around the world?
Pablo thought I was an intermediary for his American
customers named Timothy Dykes. An intermediary with a
large bankroll and access to more. Consequently, I was
given the complete VIP treatment, or as much of one as
is possible in the middle of the jungle, including the
meal I had just been served that must have cost more
than what he paid one of his coca farmers in a year.
"So, you return to America tomorrow?" he asked me as he
laid down his utensils and pushed himself back from the
table.
"I think so," I said. "Our business is pretty much
finished here, don't you think?"
"All but the celebration," he agreed with a smile,
adding, "And for that, I have a special treat for you,
my friend."
"Nothing that will give me trouble with customs, I
assume?" I asked.
"Ah, no, not at all, and it's much better than what you
might be thinking," he answered as he led me across the
courtyard to his private quarters. "My security needs
are growing as your government becomes more of an
obstacle to my business interests. Consequently, I have
had to cultivate relationships with others in similar
circumstances. My friend, Omar, has seen to it that I
can match the technology of the government troops for
at least as long as it might take for me to escape, if
it were to come to that. He just arrived this
afternoon, but today he did not come alone."
At this point, we entered his quarters, and I saw a
tall Arab standing there, waiting for us.
"Omar," said Pablo, "this is the friend I was telling
you about."
"Mr. Dykes," Omar said, "I have heard much about you.
It is a privilege to meet you. If you would permit me,
I would like to introduce my ... companion, Miss
Larkhurst."
When you spend most of your days dealing with
international criminals, you don't exactly expect them
to have high moral standards. Consequently, it came as
no great surprise that he would travel with a
"companion", also known as a mistress. The surprise
came when Miss Larkhurst turned around to greet me, and
it took every ounce of self-control I had not to react
when I saw her face and realized that "Miss Larkhurst"
was none other than my Miranda. My daughter.
After a moment, I said, "A pleasure to meet you, Miss
Larkhurst."
She glanced at Omar with slightly raised eyebrows, and
he gave her a quick nod. Then, with a jerk of his head,
he gestured toward me. She smiled and walked toward me,
placed her arms around my neck, and gave me one of the
deepest and wettest kisses I had ever received in my
life. I decided I'd better play along until I knew what
was happening, so I put my arms around her waist and
returned the kiss. After a minute, we heard Pablo
chuckle, and parting our lips, we looked toward him.
"Omar, I think our American friend is enjoying his
'gift'," Pablo said.
This brought a brief grudging smile from the tall Arab,
who said to me, "Enjoy her while Pablo and I take care
of some business of our own. She has adapted well to
the appropriate role of a woman in a man's world. She
is quite skillful, and she will bring you much
pleasure."
As Pablo opened the door for himself and Omar, he
turned to say, "Feel free to indulge yourselves without
fear. I have a man at the door to insure that you are
not disturbed." Then, chuckling again, he and Omar left
me alone with my daughter.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered. "I thought the
Company agreed they'd never put us on missions in the
same area."
"They didn't", she whispered back. "I went to Damascus
to work my way into Omar's entourage. I didn't figure
on this trip or that you'd be here."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door open a
crack and hissed, "We're being watched. How do you want
to play this out?"
She pulled me tighter against her body and said, "Only
one thing to do if we aren't going to blow our covers.
You're going to have to fuck Omar's mistress," and
then, before I had a chance to reply, she kissed me
again.
I realized that my daughter had undoubtedly played this
scene out before with numerous men, but I could tell
from the look on her face that it felt odd doing it
with me.
I saw her summoning up her training, trying to remain
detached, calm, and professional, just like the Company
had taught her. But she was blushing, and her hands
were shaking.
Nonetheless, we had no choice but to play this scene
out, and to play it convincingly, because we were being
watched.
She reached out and began running her finger tips
across my face. As she reached my temples, she
murmured, "Mmm, a little grey, very distinguished
looking."
Then her hands moved down to my arms, chest, and
abdomen, lightly touching and exploring me, keeping up
a whispered commentary. "Mmm, nice muscles, you're very
fit, aren't you?" She pressed her body against mine,
whispered in my ear, "You real are quite the hunk,
Daddy."
She took my hand and brought it to her breast, and then
she planted a very un-daughterlike kiss on my lips, and
said loudly for the benefit of the guard at the door,
"MMMmmm, Mr. Dykes, what would you like me to do for
you?"
My mind might have known that I wasn't supposed to
respond like this to my daughter, but the feeling of
her breast in my hand sent a message to my cock that
said daughter or not, this is a hot and enticing woman.
Like it or not, a soft moan slipped from between my
lips and I squeezed firmly but gently. With my other
arm, I pulled against her ass, causing my shaft to
press against her mound.
I knew I couldn't kid myself. The stiffening nipple
against the palm of my hand had nothing to do with our
training to be responsive in such situations. It was
the forbidden nature of this encounter that was turning
her on, and the bulge in my slacks that she couldn't
help but feel said that I was having the same reaction.
I slipped out of her arms, glancing toward the door out
of the corner of my eye, and said, "Dance for me."
"But I don't have any music," She protested for just a
moment before noticing a radio on the table. She turned
it on and found a music station, playing some Latin
Dance Music. With that, my daughter smiled at me and
began to move her body in time to the beat.
She continued to shake her hips as she unbuttoned her
blouse, doing a sexy strip tease for her Daddy. Her
eyes dipped to the bulge in my pants, and she smiled,
knowing that I was enjoying it very much.
She slipped the blouse off, baring her breasts to my
sight, her dark nipples erect and anxious for my touch.
"Do you like the way I dance, Mr. Dykes?"
Whatever reservations or hesitations I might have had
left disappeared when I saw her firm breasts, crowned
by her stiff nipples. It reminded all of a sudden of a
scene long forgotten.
I was home between assignments when Miranda had a
number of her friends over for a pool party to
celebrate her high school graduation. I hadn't seen her
in a bikini before, and I realized for the first time
that she had grown into such an attractive woman. For a
moment, the ordinary male inside me wondered what she
looked like beneath the bikini, but I had quickly
shaken the thought out of my head, reminding myself
that fathers aren't supposed to wonder about the
womanly charms of their daughters.
But now those charms had begun to be revealed to me,
and they left me breathless. After a moment, she
brought me back to the present and repeated her
question.
"Do you like the way I dance, Mr. Dykes?"
I stepped back and sat on the couch, my eyes never
leaving the mesmerizing and forbidden sight in front of
me. Almost unconsciously, my hand moved to my crotch
and I began softly squeezing my fully hardened cock.
"Very much so," I replied. "Please continue."
She shivered with arousal as she reached up and began
to massage her nipples, rubbing them lightly with the
tips of her middle fingers, as she continued to dance
to the exotic Latin rhythm.
She stared into my eyes, and I hoped she saw the
twinkle that would tell her that I was really enjoying
seeing my daughter dance so brazenly in front of me.
She reached down with her right hand and unzipped her
skirt. It fell to the floor and she stepped out of it,
never missing a beat of the music. My daughter was now
clad in only black, silk panties, a matching garter
belt, patterned stockings, and high heels. She may have
looked like a sexy professional dancer, and the door
was certainly open enough for us to be seen.
But neither of us cared right now. This was a private
dance, a forbidden gift for her daddy.
"Would you like to see more?" she asked teasingly?
Watching my nearly-naked daughter move so sensuously
was possibly the most erotic thing I had ever
experienced, and I say this as one who's been in some
very ... exotic ... locations. Her nipples were fully
erect as she continued to tease them. Her silk panties
may have been black, but in the center, they were
noticeably darker than the rest, telling me that this
was exciting her as much as it was me.
"I'd like nothing better than to see more," I said,
"but first, let's get things evened up."
With that, I stood up and ran my hand across my now-
fully erect cock. I then reached out with that same
hand and watched her tremble slightly as I brushed my
fingers softly across her nipples. Then I took her
hand, drew her closer to me, and kissed her deeply and
wetly before whispering, "Before you take off the
panties, undress me."
She began to unbutton my shirt, whispering, "Mmm, Dad,
you look great."
I chuckled and said, "You mean for a man my age?"
At this she paused, looked me in the eye, and almost
growled, "For a man of ANY age." With that, she pushed
the shirt open as far as she could and began to lick
and suck my nipples, sending a shiver of lust through
each one of us.
I moaned softly as she unbuttoned the shirt the rest of
the way, and I quickly pulled it off and tossed it on a
chair. She wasted no time then in unbuckling my belt,
and I felt the way the back of her hand rubbed against
my hardened cock through the khaki trousers.
Miranda unzipped my pants, and as they fell to the
floor, my cock popped free in front of her. She sighed,
"Ohhhh, Daddy!" and immediately fell to her knees,
taking it into her mouth and sucking it wetly. She
teased the head with the tip of her tongue before
releasing it and pushing me back down onto the couch.
She quickly removed my boots, socks, and pants, leaving
me naked before her.
Then my daughter stood in front of me, spread her legs,
and demanded, "Now, remove my panties with your teeth."
I took a deep breath, inhaling the forbidden scent of
my daughter's arousal, before I leaned forward,
pressing my lips against the clearly wet center of her
panties. I reached around her to caress her smooth
thighs, running my hands up to her rounded ass, all the
while sucking and nibbling at her pussy through her
panties until I heard the soft moan I was waiting for.
I moved my lips up until they reached the top edge of
her panties, and then I parted my lips enough to grip
the soft silk with my teeth. I slowly pulled them down,
using my hands to pull them down behind as well.
Nuzzling her with my nose as the panties moved slowly
down over her hips, I was surprised again when I found
a complete absence of any hair.
The discovery that she was shaved completely smooth
sent an adrenaline rush through my already charged
body. Without any more teasing or hesitation, I quickly
pulled the panties all the rest of the way off and
buried my tongue in the taboo depths of my daughter's
sweet and dripping wet pussy.
I felt her shaking as my tongue explored her, and I
thought she was about to cum.
Instead, though, she pulled herself away and dropped
again to her knees in front of me. My cock was bobbing
and throbbing in front of her face, and she extended
her tongue to lick the crown again, tasting my pre-cum.
A moan escaped my lips, and I grabbed the back of her
head. I desperately wanted my daughter to suck my cock.
"MMMmmm," she hummed, taking my long, thick prick into
her mouth, lathering her tongue all over. She sucked in
inch after inch, until it reached her throat. Then she
pulled her head back, licking again as she let her
daddy's big dick slide out of her mouth.
She licked the crown again, gathering up more dripping
pre-cum. Then once again, she lowered her head, back
down the shaft, taking it in. This time, she relaxed
her throat muscles and took my dick even deeper,
showing me that my daughter really knew how to suck a
cock.
Then she began to bob her head up and down, keeping her
tongue flying with non-stop activity.
I used to say that the best blowjob I'd ever had was
from a Moscow hooker one night at midnight 2 blocks
from Red Square. But I'd never had a blowjob from my
daughter before, and what she was doing to me was
putting the Russian to shame.
My hands ran through the hair that I had once tied in
pigtails as my cock was repeatedly swallowed up then
released by the lips that I used to kiss goodnight.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the guard openly
staring, but I didn't care. The only thing I cared
about was the way my daughter was sucking the life out
of my cock.
As I felt the beginning of the telltale tingling in my
balls, I leaned forward and whispered to her, "Get
ready, baby, Daddy's gonna cum." That only caused her
to suck harder, and I surrendered to the lightning that
was roaring down my spine.
My cock began to spasm and then fire, shooting deep
down my daughter's throat. I almost started to laugh as
the wild thought crossed my mind that she had been an
honor student who excelled in everything.
The only sound that made it out of my lips, though, was
a steady groan as she worked every muscle of her mouth,
lips and throat to swallow every drop and suck harder
for more until my cock began to soften and withdraw
from her lips.
She licked her lips as she smiled at me, and she was
about to say something when I placed finger to my lips.
She raised her eyebrows questioningly, and I answered
her unspoken question by swiftly grabbing her waist and
flipping her on her back on the couch next to me. In an
instant, my lips were on her pussy again, intent on
returning to my daughter the pleasure she had given me.
I barely gave her time to catch her breath, then as
soon as she caught it, she expelled it in a lustful
moan as my tongue found her hot, hard clit.
"MMMmmm, YESSSSSSSSS!!!" my daughter hissed as I ate
her. This was one skill the Company hadn't taught me,
and I was loving every minute of demonstrating that
skill on her horny pussy.
The guard was watching us openly now, his hand rubbing
his crotch, and I'm sure he wanted to get some of my
daughter's pussy. I pulled my head back far enough to
give him a good look at me licking this pussy he was
never going to get a chance to experience.
Then I turned my full attention back to licking Miranda
as sensuously and ravenously as I could, drinking the
juices that flowed from her cunt as if I were a
drowning man.
She grabbed the back of my head, arched her back, and
gave in to the need, the lust that drover her to the
peak of orgasm.
"OOOooohhh, I'MM CUUMMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!"
My tongue flew across my daughter's pussy as I tried to
lick up every sweet droplet she produced. She came so
wetly, though, that there was no way I could keep pace.
My face was covered with her slick juices as I kissed
and licked my way along the length of her pussy, up and
down and up again, being sure to brush her clit on each
pass.
As I felt her breathing begin to come back to normal, I
looked up at her from between her legs and smiled at
the site of her gloriously sexy body. It was as I began
to stand that I realized that my cock had regained most
of its stiffness.
It had been a few years since I recovered so quickly
with a woman, but then, none of the women had been my
daughter. I sat next to her on the couch, my hand
gently rubbing my cock, and leaning over to her, I
whispered, "Well, we've gone this far. Only one taboo
left to break. Would you like to ride your daddy's
cock?" I then winked and added, "All in the interest of
national security, of course."
She whispered back, "I'm interested in much more than
national security."
Then she straddled my lap, facing me, and lowered her
hot, wet pussy onto my throbbing prick.
"OOOooohhh, Mr. Dykes!!!" she squealed for the benefit
of the watching guard, but then she silently mouthed
the words, "OOOooohhh, DADDY!"
I don't know if she had ever dreamt of this as she was
growing up and discovering her own sexuality, but I'm
sure that she never imagined that those dreams would
ever come true. I know I never did.
Yet now we found ourselves in the steamy Colombian
jungle stronghold of a drug lord, and she was riding up
and down on her daddy's long hard cock, 'in the
interest of national security'.
"Suck my tits, Mr. Dykes!" she screamed as she rammed
her body up and down on my dick.
That was all the invitation I needed to open my mouth
and capture my daughter's left nipple between my lips.
It wasn't easy to keep sucking on the stiff peak as she
excitedly rose and fell on my cock. I almost had to
chuckle to myself that this wasn't exactly what they
were talking about at the academy when they said we
needed to be prepared to overcome unexpected
difficulties.
I began alternating between her left and right nipples,
sucking them into my mouth, circling and brushing them
with the tip of my tongue, and then switching when her
motions caused the nipple to slip away.
I could feel, though, that it was not going to take
much longer for my daughter's tight pussy to make me
cum again, and like any loving father who wants to make
his daughter happy, I wanted to make sure she came with
me.
So I slipped one hand between us, reaching down to
where cock and pussy met, and began to lightly strum
her clit with my fingertip, waiting for the indication
that she was about to go over the edge before allowing
myself to.
"AAAaaahhh, that's it!!" she screamed, "Rub my clit!
Fuck me! Fuck Me!! FUCK ME!!!"
She began to ride my dick even harder, trying
desperately to make me shoot a hot load in her horny
pussy.
Then she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Fuck
your baby girl good, Daddy dear. You are so wicked.
Make your little girl cum all over your big hard cock.
And shoot a big load in your daughter's horny pussy."
She leaned back, ramming her cunt down on my cock, and
her entire body stiffened.
She screamed, " OOOooohhh FUCK YESSSSSSS!!! I'MM
CUUMMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!" as her pussy spasmed around
her daddy's dick.
Her words had pushed me to the brink, and feeling her
pussy tremble around my cock sent me over the edge. My
balls began to tingle to tell me that I was about to
fill my daughter's pussy with my cum, and taboos be
damned, there wasn't anything I wanted more right now.
I pulled her mouth to mine, and our cries were lost in
the relentless devouring of each other's lips and
tongue. I thrust my cock up into her one final time and
began firing, shooting my cum deep into her. My cum
mixed with hers, filling her and then seeping out
around my cock.
I fired my final shots before collapsing back against
the couch, still inside her for a few moments more and
kissing her, sweetly and gently now as the tide of
passion ebbed.
I chuckled and whispered to her, "Do you suppose the
Agency will give you worker's comp if your daddy made
you pregnant?"
She leaned forward, licking my earlobe. I trembled, and
my cock throbbed one last time inside her pussy.
She whispered, "You are a dirty old man. You know I
can't become pregnant, but that is such a wicked
thought. Enough to get me ready for another round. But
I suppose you may need to rest to catch your breath."
With that, she nestled up against me on my lap as my
softening cock began to slide out of her saturated
cunt. We were almost able to forget the dangerous
nature of our respective missions. Almost.
"Isn't this lovely?" came Pablo's voice from the
doorway, interrupting our afterglow. He was standing
there with a couple of his men, but my attention was
drawn first and foremost to the automatic pistol he was
pointing at my daughter and I.
"Is there a problem?" I asked.
"I have no problem," said Pablo, before adding with a
slight gloat, "But the two of you, Mr. Dykes and Miss
Larkhurst, you may have a problem. Or should I call you
Mr. Jeffrey Logan and his daughter, Miranda Logan,
operatives of the United States government. Tell me, is
this how they train the agents today in the CIA?"
"Shit!" I thought to myself before trying to make one
last stab at salvaging the situation. I was still
holding my daughter, although now in the more
traditional mode of a protective father, and my mind
raced to think of something to say.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about, Pablo," I
lied, knowing even as I said it that he wasn't going to
buy it.
At this point, Omar entered the room as well and said,
"The world is a smaller place than it used to be, Mr.
Logan. All it takes is one mole, one operative who can
be bribed or blackmailed into turning. Give them a
laptop, and anyone with the internet and the right
connections can find out who they can trust and who
they cannot. As well as who is related to whom."
Pablo's gloat now became a full-fledged sneer as he
said, "Just think, Omar. These Americans who see
themselves as better than anybody else, so pure and
noble, masters of the world in their own eyes. And yet
a father will bed his own daughter to protect their
precious secrets, all the while not knowing the secrets
have already been exposed."
He turned to one of his guards and said, "Lock them up
until we decide what to do with them." I started to
reach for our clothes when Pablo kicked them away and
said, "You won't need those. It's warm here, and in any
case, I seriously doubt that you'll be around long
enough to get cold. Besides, it's not like you and your
daughter have anything to hide from each other anymore,
do you?" With that, he turned and walked out.
Omar gave my daughter a long hard look, shook his head,
and simply said, "Pity." Then he too left the room, and
the two guards, armed with automatic rifles, gestured
us toward the door.
We were marched naked across the compound to the stares
of all those in the courtyard, my cum still dripping
from my daughter's pussy, until we reached a smaller
building, a shack really. We were pushed roughly
inside, where there was only a dirt floor, a single
cot, and an open window with iron bars to keep people
in. Miranda sat on the cot, and I stood at the window,
looking outside, and saying aloud what I had thought
before.
"Shit!"
We did a quick survey of the cell, looking for anything
that might serve as a weapon, or a means of escape.
There was nothing. Our survival was going to be
entirely dependant upon our wits and creativity.
"Well Dad, it looks like we really got screwed," she
said, attempting a joke that fell flat. There wasn't
any humor in our predicament.
"I think we need a plan," I said, and we sat on the cot
and began to brainstorm ideas very quietly. Most of the
ideas were outrageous and impossible, but a few had
merit. These we discussed further in hushed,
conspiratorial tones. A plan began to take shape. It
would require a lot of luck. But sometimes it was
better to be lucky than to be good.
We would just have to use what was available, and that
meant my daughter's beautiful body. We had noticed the
way the guards looked at her, especially that one who
had watched wide-eyes while she and I had sex.
If we worked together, if we got lucky, we just might
get out of the jungle alive
I waited until the guard outside was distracted by
something else, then Miranda and I moved the cot to a
position directly beneath the window. If all went as
planned, the guard wouldn't have any trouble hearing
us, but he'd have to work to get a look. Now it was
just a matter of waiting for the guard who had watched
us in the house to take his shift outside our cell.
A few hours passed, in addition to an edible (but
barely) meal, and the moon had risen over the compound
when I heard what I had been listening for. The
original guard had gone back to his quarters and had
been replaced by his voyeuristic counterpart.
With an exchange of nods between myself and my
daughter, I said (loud enough to be heard through the
barred window), "Well, I don't know about you, but we
might as well pass the time while we wait for them to
decide what they're going to do."
I glanced through the window out of the corner of my
eye. After seeing that, yes, I had gotten his
attention, I gave a short stroke to my semi-hard cock,
which thankfully didn't seem to know we were in danger
but only that I was naked with a sexy and equally naked
woman.
I mouthed the words "It's show time" and then said out
loud, "So have you had your fill of your dad's cock, or
would you like another taste?"
"MMMmmm!!! I'm definitely ready for another taste," she
replied. That may have been according to plan, but the
way she knelt and began to suck my cock made it clear
that she wasn't playacting about being ready for more.
It took very little attention before my cocking was
standing firm and erect again, and she said loudly,
"Lie back, Daddy, I want to ride your big cock."
I was sure the guard could hear us, and she motioned
that she could see him looking through the barred
window.
She slowly lowered her wet pussy down over my dick.
Inch by inch, my daughter lowered herself, taking her
time and making me moan in pleasure. It may have been
my imagination, but I thought I heard the guard moaning
too.
"Your prick is soooooooo goooooooood!" she exclaimed as
she settled herself, her bald pussy rubbing against my
pubic hairs, every inch of my cock buried in my
daughter's horny cunt.
She began to slowly ride, up and down, on my dick. I
had to really work to keep my mind on the plan. Her
pussy felt so good, and I could tell from the look on
her face, that my cock felt good to her, too.
Thank God for Agency training. That's the only way I
was able to maintain the presence of mind to keep an
eye out for the voyeuristic guard at the window at the
same time my daughter's pussy was sliding divinely up
and down my cock.
I managed to get her attention enough to motion for her
to reach up and hold onto the bars of the window as she
rode me, which would place her in perfect position to
spring our trip.
That being done, though, I was able to enjoy the
sensation of her warmth and wetness as I timed my
thrusts to be in sync with her motions. I reached up to
play with her stiffened nipples, and my daughter
rewarded me with a sigh that turned into a soft moan.
It didn't take long before the physical sensations,
combined with the forbidden nature of our incestuous
fucking, brought me to the brink of climax, and I was
beginning to wonder if we were going to cum before our
guard came close enough to put our plan into effect.
The tingling in my balls almost distracted me, but out
of the corner of my eye, I saw his face, painted with
undisguised lust, appear at the window, practically
pressed up against the bars themselves. Even as I began
to feel my cock get ready to tense up and fire, I
somehow managed to nod to Miranda in the guard's
direction.
She caught my signal and grabbed the iron bars on the
window to use for leverage as she rode my dick. It felt
so good as my cock went deeper into her hot pussy that
we almost forgot the bigger picture, the greater
purpose, the plan. Almost, but not quite.
I nodded to her to tell her that the time had come.
Unfortunately, neither or us had. I really did want to
shoot another hot load into my daughter and make her
cum again on my dick, but that would have to wait. It
was time for a different sort of action.
She quickly slid her hand between the iron bars and
grabbed the guard's collar. She jerked roughly, pulling
his face and head against the bars. Then she raised her
body off of mine to allow me to get into the action as
well.
Groaning softly at the interruption, I rose up and
drove my fist into the guard's face before he could
call for help, hitting him hard enough to knock him out
but not hard enough to jeopardize Miranda's grip on his
collar.
Mindful to keep my hard cock from rubbing against the
cold brick of our cell, I grabbed hold of his limp body
and lifted it higher until his belt was at window
level.
"Grab his keys," I said, "so we can get out of here and
finish what we started."
She got the keys, and I let him drop, following her to
the door. As she bent forward to unlock it, it took
every ounce of willpower I had not to grab her hips and
slide my cock back into her from behind.
Fortunately, the door opened quickly, and we slipped
into the darkness of the compound, moving in the
darkness toward the communications room.
I thought I saw one of the girls that worked in the
main house, but she didn't seem to realize we were
there. All we had to do now was radio for help and get
out before the bombs started dropping.
She told me later that it seemed odd, almost surreal,
to be running across the compound nude, pussy juice
running down her thigh. But our training with the
Company helped us keep our minds focused on the task at
hand.
Miranda and I arrived at the Communication Shed. It
appeared to be empty, but appearances can be deceiving.
She did a quick check around the building, and
whispered, "All clear, Daddy 'Dykes'. Go call in the
reinforcements."
I quickly sat at the radio and tried to ignore the
heady scent of my daughter's wetness while I called up
the Agency's emergency post in Bogota. Without going
into all the intimate details, I gave the agent on the
other end a quick summary of the situation and the
coordinates he would need to send in the cavalry.
"Alright," he said, "you and your daughter have about
20 minutes to get out of that compound before all hell
breaks loose. Once you're out, let us know where to
come pick you up."
"Roger that, over and out," I said before breaking the
connection. As an afterthought, I reached down and
pulled out some cables to make sure Pablo and Omar
didn't have a chance to call for help in case the raid
wasn't a complete success. Then I turned toward the
door to see my daughter's naked body silhouetted
against the dim lights of the compound.
After taking a deep breath and reminding myself that
the clock was ticking, I whispered, "Alright, Miranda,
we've got about 20 minutes. Have you figured out how
we're going to get out of here?"
She glanced for a moment at my cock, which told me that
I wasn't the only one trying not to lose focus, and
then answered, "We can try the fence beyond the --"
"That fence is guarded," said a soft female voice with
a strong Latin accent.
We both whirled to see that apparently we had not gone
unnoticed by the servant girl when we had seen on the
way to the communications room. Thankfully, however,
she was alone and appeared to be unarmed. The only
question was whether she was going to turn us in now.
"I can get you out," she said quietly. "You only have
to promise me one thing: Take me with you. Take me to
America."
Under the circumstances, all we could do was go with
our instincts. I looked at Miranda, who nodded, and I
turned back to the woman and said, "Done. How do we get
out?"
Without a word, she led us quickly through the shadows
to what passed for a motor pool.
"In here, and stay close," she said, pointing to an old
pickup truck. Miranda and I climbed into the bed of the
truck and I pulled Miranda against me as our unnamed
helper grabbed a tarp.
She began to cover us with the tarp, but not until her
eyes had flickered back and forth across both my
daughter's naked body and my own. In the dim light, it
was hard to say for certain, but I thought I saw the
outline of her nipples pressing stiffly against her
thin blouse before she covered us completely.
I held Miranda closely as the truck began to move
across the bumpy ground, each jolt causing my cock to
rub against her pussy and eliciting a soft sigh from
her lips.
The truck paused, and I heard the woman making vague
promises of sexual favors to the guard at the gate if
he let her go into town for some unnamed "forgotten
supplies" without giving her a lot of grief. I wouldn't
have needed to know Spanish to hear the leer in his
voice as he sent her on her way. After a couple more
minutes on a dirt road, the truck turned onto a paved
highway of some sort and Miranda and I were able to
relax, sort of.
"I think she likes you," she teased, grinding her pussy
against my once-again stiffened cock.
Pushing back in sync, I replied, "Maybe, but my body
wasn't the only one she was looking at," and with that,
I pushed my cock back into my daughter's increasingly
familiar pussy.
I've heard all the jokes about what the initials CIA
could stand for, but I was beginning to think that they
might mean "Coitus Interruptus, Again". When the
truck's sudden turn threw us around in the bed of the
truck, we were uncoupled just as we were about to
finish what we started in our jail cell. It was too
late to hold back, though, and while I tried to slip my
cock back into her pussy, I wound up cumming on her
belly instead.
Our mutual groan of disappointment was tempered,
though, as we felt the truck come to a complete stop
and the door of the truck open. Without waiting to
uncover us, our unknown host began talking.
"This is my brother's farm. He was killed a few months
ago in a car accident. Pablo doesn't know about this
place, though so we should be -
- OH!"
At this point, she pulled back the tarp, revealing our
naked and cum-
slickened bodies. After staring at us for a few
moments, she said huskily, "I heard them talking, but I
didn't know if it was true."
In the moonlight, there was no longer any question
about whether or not her nipples had been pressing
against her blouse. She murmured (I'm not sure if it
was to us or to herself), "It makes the blood run hot."
Without saying anything else, she led us into the small
but neat farmhouse. She showed me to the bathroom, and
I tried, to no avail, to persuade her that Miranda
should get first shot at the shower. She insisted,
however, and after exchanging glances, I shrugged and
stepped into the shower.
I showered quickly, and as I turned the water off, I
thought I heard pained voices coming from the living
room. My first thought was that Pablo's men had found
us, and I placed my eye to the door of the bathroom. It
turns out it wasn't pain I was hearing, but rather
pleasure.
I found out later that, as soon as I was in the shower,
our hostess, Maria, had pressed her body against my
daughter's cum-covered one.
"It is true, you and your father...?" she had asked,
leaving the unfinished question to hand in the air as
she raised her lips to my daughter's.
As Miranda told me, " How could I possibly deny the
advances of a sexy young woman who had risked her life
to save ours? Why would I want to resist? I was still
horny. Very horny."
In no time, Maria was naked, their hands and tongues
exploring each other. Maria's dark skin was smooth and
soft. Her nipples, even darker, were erect, begging to
be sucked. So my daughter sucked them, eliciting moans
of pleasure and mumbled words of Spanish from the girl.
They say that Spanish is a Loving Tongue. And Maria
certainly demonstrated that she had a loving tongue as
she lapped up all of my cum from my daughter's body.
Then her head lowered and she began to lick the lips of
Miranda's swollen, horny pussy.
Now it was my daughter's turn to moan. She grabbed
Maria's head and pulled her face tight against her
pussy as she began to hump against the pleasing
pressure of the sexy Latina's tongue.
Maria turned around and lowered her wet, musky cunt to
Miranda
s tongue and they were both nearing orgasm when they
heard me re-enter the room.
Judging from the moans coming out of my daughter's
mouth, Maria's talents extended well beyond housework.
I drew closer and watched Maria's tongue brushing back
and forth across Miranda's clit, her efforts
interrupted only by the periodic moaning elicited by my
daughter's mouth on the sexy Latina's pussy.
I stroked my cock as I watched these two women cumming
together, and then Maria looked up at me, her cheeks
glistening with my daughter's juices, and she crooked
her finger to motion for me to come closer.
Without moving from on top of Miranda's body, she
deftly swallowed my cock in one fluid motion and began
sliding her full lips up and down it's amazingly stiff-
again length. I let a slight moan out of my own, at
which point Maria released my cock from her mouth.
"Fuck her," she growled, "Show me how a father fucks
his daughter," and with that, she grasped my cock and
guided it into my sweet daughter's pussy once again. My
eyes closed as I felt her silky walls welcome me inside
again.
Then, as I began to move my hips in a steady thrusting,
I felt something on my cock. I looked down to see Maria
fervently licking both Miranda's pussy and my cock as
we moved passionately in unison.
My daughter spread her legs wide to accept my hard
dick, begging me to fuck her to a much-needed cum.
As soon as I began thrusting inside her hot pussy, we
both felt Maria's tongue licking us, and Miranda's
entire body began to shake, spasming with orgasmic
release.
"OOOooohhh, FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" she cried out, "
FUCK ME, DADDY!! FUCK YOUR LITTLE GIRL'S CUNT! EAT ME,
MARIA! LICK UP MY CREAM!! IIII CCCAAAANNNNN'TTTT
SSSSSTTTTOOOOOPPPP
CCCUUUUMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!"
At first it felt like the earth really was moving as my
daughter climaxed, shaking underneath us.
Then we realized that the bombs were falling, just a
few miles away at Pablo's compound. The earth WAS
moving, shaking, but we were safe, secure, and lost
again in the sex we so desperately needed.
A man has limits, though, even a highly trained agent
such as myself. The sight of my daughter and Maria in a
furious 69, the sensation of my daughter's pussy
spasming and rippling as she came on my cock, and then
the added dimension of Maria's lips and tongue working
on both her pussy and my cock, well, it was more than I
could stand, and for the fourth time in 24 hours, my
cock began to fire its creamy load.
Whether or not any of my cum leaked out of my
daughter's pussy I'll never know, because as soon as my
cock began to soften, Maria's mouth worked double-time
to clean Miranda's pussy, both inside and out.
It wasn't until I had collapsed back onto the floor
that I heard the planes overhead and the bombs
dropping. Reluctantly, I asked, "Maria, is there a
telephone I can use to arrange for our pick-up?" She
gestured toward the next room, and I dragged over to
the small table by the phone and dialed the number I
had memorized of our agency front, a supposed florist's
shop in Bogota. After giving the code words that
identified me as an operative, I said, "I've got some
ivy to return to the Addison-Wrigley greenhouse. Can
you arrange to pick them up and make the shipment?"
"Certainly, sir," said the voice on the other end,
giving no indication of the double meaning of our
words. "I understand that there are two plants to
return rather than just one?"
"Actually," I answered, "There are three. There is a
native strand that has proven itself quite hardy, and I
believe it would flourish even more in new soil."
I spent a few more minutes arranging time and place,
and then returned to the living room, where my daughter
and Maria were holding each other in the midst of
afterglow as they gently caressed one another. I told
them that the three of us would be extracted the
following day around noon there at the farmhouse.
"We probably could use some sleep," I said, "unless you
two have another plan for passing the time."
Maria offered to show us to our rooms, and Miranda
asked if there was a large bed that we all might share.
Maria smiled, her beautiful white teeth gleaming. She
led us both to the large master suite.
The bed was huge, certainly large enough for us to get
some much needed sleep. And large enough for more
sexual play following that sleep.
Before going to sleep, though, my daughter said that
she needed a bath, and Maria showed her the large
master bath. When Miranda re-entered the bedroom, I was
already asleep and gently snoring as I held Maria in a
tender "spoon" position.
My daughter slipped in behind me, her tits to my back,
and sandwiched me between the two sexy and sexual young
women.
I've woken up in a few strange places over the years,
so I've trained myself to get a sense of where I am and
who I'm supposed to be before I say or do anything
else. In none of those places, however, did I wake up
to the sensation of two tongues sliding up and down the
length of my cock.
I opened my eyes to see my daughter Miranda licking my
shaft on the right side and Maria licking on the left.
I tried to pretend to stay asleep, but I couldn't hold
back a moan when, through my barely open eyelids, I saw
their tongues come together at the head of my cock.
Miranda looked up and kept sucking me as Maria moved up
next to me on the bed.
"Your daughter is very generous," she said with a
smile. "She told me that it wasn't fair for her to have
had your staff inside her four times yesterday when I
hadn't felt it in MY pussy even once."
I grinned and said, "Well, truth and justice is the
American way and if we're going to take you to America,
we might as well starting being fair right now," and
with that, I kissed her, softly but wetly.
"Mmmm, I like that," she said, "but I think I'll like
you fucking me even more."
With that, she straddled my hips and waited for Miranda
to give my cock one last lick before guiding into our
host's pussy. As she slowly slid down, I felt her
squeeze my cock, and I couldn't help but groan. I
didn't want to leave my daughter out, though, so I
said, "Miranda, honey, mmm, come up here and let your
daddy eat you while she rides my cock."
That seemed to be an offer to good to refuse, and as
Maria slid herself down on my dick, my daughter
straddle my face. She lowered her wet pussy to my lips
and I began to gently flick it back and forth with my
tongue.
She moved back so I could tongue her stiff clit at the
same time she leaned forward to play with Maria's tits
as she bounced up and down on my cock. Maria was
moaning and babbling in Spanish about how good, how
big, how thick, and how hot my cock was, and Miranda
chimed in with her, saying that her daddy was a
"fucking stud!".
She began to really ride my face. She was leaking pussy
cream, and I was licking it up like a man dying of
thirst. I could tell she was getting more and more
excited by the second, and if this kept up, I might
become a drowning man, but I didn't care.
As Maria's dark-pubed pussy swallowed every inch of my
cock, over and over, my daughter leaned over and kissed
her, their tongues dueling. Maria's hands reached
Miranda's tits and began to pinch her nipples.
In response, Miranda bent her head down and sucked
Maria's nipples into her mouth.
The tremors of Maria's pussy on my cock told me that
she was on the verge of cumming, and the extraordinary
sound of my daughter sucking Maria's nipples didn't
leave me far behind. I wanted to make sure Miranda
joined us, though, so I begin licking at her pussy
faster and slipping my tongue in as far as it would go.
Her moans told me I was on the right track. My balls
began their telltale tingling as Maria cried out that
she was cumming. I quickly reached around my daughter's
hips. Just as my cock began to flex and fire inside the
sexy Latina, I started to strum Miranda's clit with my
fingertips while my tongue flew back and forth the
length of her sweet pussy.
I was rewarded with a sweet rush of my daughter's
juices onto my face, and she joined Maria and I as we
came together and collapsed together. Just when I was
wondering where we were going to find the energy to get
out of bed and be ready for our noontime pick-up, Maria
slipped off of my softening cock and moved up to press
her cum-filled pussy to my daughter's lips.
The mixture of my cum and the hot Latin cream of
Maria's pussy seemed intoxicating to my daughter, and
she lapped up as much as she could of the gooey mixture
as it dripped from our hostess's well-fucked cunt.
At the same time, she reached her hands up to play with
Maria's hot tits, but Maria's own hands were already
there.
Since Maria's tits were occupied, Miranda played
instead with her ass. She slid a finger into the
Latina's rose asshole, and Maria's body began to quake
again. Maria grabbed the back of my daughter's head and
pulled her tongue even deeper into her pussy as she
came yet again.
I was amazed when my cock began to stiffen again, but
the sight of my daughter lapping feverishly at Maria's
pussy through one orgasm after another was enough to
arouse a statue. I watched them for a few minutes,
reveling in the lustful desire on Miranda's face before
moving between her legs.
I gently caressed her thighs, slowly moving my hands
higher until I held her soft ass cheeks in my hand.
Miranda spread her legs wider as soon as I touched her,
and after a few moments, I brought one of my hands away
from her ass in order to run my thumb back and forth
along the length of her pussy. She only paused a moment
in her pussy licking to say, "Mmmm, Daddy, fuck me
again," and who was I to turn her down?
I rubbed the head of my cock along the dripping lips of
her pussy before pressing my hips forward and sliding
deep inside her velvety wetness. After beginning
getting a little bit of a rhythm going, I reached out
and around Maria to play with her nipples while my
daughter ate her pussy. Maria sighed and leaned back to
make her beautiful breasts more accessible, and then
she turned her head around far enough for us to share a
deep and passionate kiss.
It all seemed to fantastic to be true, but here I was,
in the middle of a South American jungle with my tongue
in a beautiful Latina's mouth while Miranda's tongue
was in her pussy. I was fucking my daughter's pussy
while Maria was fucking my daughter's face. In my
wildest fantasies, I never imagined such an experience.
Maria began to cry out as she started to cum yet again,
and from there, it was like a row of dominos.
Hearing Maria cry out, and tasting her tangy cream as
she came set off my daughter's pussy again, and Miranda
began to spasm around my prick as it plowed into her.
She moaned loudly, humming on Maria's clit as she did
so, and Maria responded by grabbing her head and
pulling her lips tightly to her cunt. Miranda arched
her back, trying to shove my dick deeper into her
pussy.
I took the hint and drove my cock as deep as it would
go. My balls banged against her as I buried my cock
inside my daughter's pussy.
My balls began to draw up against her pussy lips, and
then my hot sperm exploded deep inside her.
I collapsed forward onto Maria's back as I finished
cumming once again in my daughter's pussy. The three of
us lay there together for a few minutes, then I said,
"I hate to say this, but unless we want to miss our
extraction, we probably better get up and ready to go."
We showered, dressed, and packed up the few things of
Maria's that she wanted to take with her, and then we
sat in the living room sharing stories while we waited
for our pick-up team.
Miranda and I told Maria how we wound up working for
the CIA. Maria, in return, told us how her brother had
wound up owing money to Pablo and she was trying to
help pay it off by working at the drug lord's compound.
When her brother was killed, instead of being free to
go, Maria was told that the debt was now up to her to
pay in full.
She had been biding her time, watching for a chance to
escape, when she heard some of the guards talking about
the father and daughter they had caught who were spies.
When she saw them having escaped from their cell, she
figured that throwing in with them was her best chance.
"So, how long have you two been -- " began Maria, but
she was interrupted by the arrival of a van driven by
my agency contact. We were quickly bustled out the door
to the van and were on our way.
"So were Pablo and Omar....?" I asked.
My contact said simply, "El Gato would've needed a lot
more than 9 lives to get out of there."
Once we arrived at the airport, we were whisked through
customs and onto the plane. I was seated in the middle,
with Miranda on the aisle and Maria next to the window.
Our flight took off and after the attendant brought us
some blankets, I put my seat back. Underneath the
blanket, my daughter's fingers were wrapped around
mine.
Her eyes were almost closed when Maria leaned over and
said, "Oh, Jeffrey, because of the hour, Miranda and I
didn't have time to pack EVERYthing."
As I raised my eyebrows, my seemingly sleeping
daughter's hand began to pull my hand on to her leg,
then up under her skirt.
While Miranda pulled my hand under her skirt, Maria was
pulling my other hand up under hers. They both spread
their legs slightly to allow me to explore their naked
pussies. They were so different, my daughter's so
neatly trimmed and Maria's covered in a bush of wiry
black hair. But inside, they both were hot and wet.
Miranda stopped pretending to sleep and leaned over to
lick my earlobe as she wiggled down in her seat, trying
to pull my fingers more deeply into her pussy.
It seemed like she had been hot and horny ever since we
saw each other in Pablo's camp, and even with all the
fucking we had done, my daughter was still hot and
horny for me.
My fingers began that age old motion, in and out of her
cunt. She could barely restrain a moan as I finger-
fucked her pussy. Maria had even less control. We could
both hear a slight whimper from her as I fingered HER
hot twat.
I was teasing them both, my fingers moving slowly.
Miranda just leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and
enjoyed the pleasure.
I looked around to see if anybody was watching us, but
nobody seemed to be paying attention. I shifted
slightly in my seat to see if I could reach Miranda's
and Maria's pussies a little more easily, and I began
to use my fingertips to brush back and forth across
their clits.
As I felt them respond, I closed my eyes for a moment
while I finger fucked these two sexy women, reveling in
the memories of a similar situation when Miranda's
mother and I were on our honeymoon flight to Jamaica.
Of course, there had only been the two of us instead of
three, but I still remembered the excitement of knowing
she was cumming under the blanket in front of all the
other unsuspecting passengers.
I only closed my eyes for a moment, or at least it
seemed like only a moment. But the next thing I knew,
my daughter was whispering to me, "Daddy, wake up,
we're getting ready to land."
I looked at her, noticed that the blanket was gone and,
with an embarrassed grin, asked, "Did I really do what
I think I did?"
"Yes, Daddy dearest, you fell asleep. Falling asleep
during sex - isn't that a sign of old age?" she asked
with a twinkle in her eyes. "It's okay, Dad. Maria and
I wore you out. You aren't Superman."
As expected, four men in black suits met us as soon as
we cleared customs. It was time for a little car ride
to our debriefing.
Langley, Virginia is a beautiful place, especially in
the autumn. I always enjoyed coming back. But I knew
that Miranda had never wanted to stay too long. She was
used to the constant travel demanded by the job. I
wondered how our recent developments might affect that
job.
After reaching CIA headquarters, Maria, Miranda and I
were each to a separate office for debriefing. I met
with my old boss, which was a good thing. I knew I
could tell him everything that had happened and not
worry about the events with myself and my daughter
coming back to bite me later. After we finished going
through the details of the mission, as well as some
very pointed questions about Maria and whether I felt
she could be trusted, he leaned back in his chair and
thought for a moment.
"Can't say I'm particularly thrilled to know that
somebody is sending pictures of our agents out on the
internet," he said finally. "Heaven only knows how many
other agents have been compromised. As for you and
Miranda, we may need to find some, um, creative uses
for your talents until we root this mole out."
"Well," I replied, "For right now, I wouldn't mind
using some of the vacation I've got on the books."
"Not a problem," he said. "I'll talk to the powers that
be today and make that a recommendation. Go ahead and
wait in the conference room, and I'll have them send
Miranda and Maria there when their interviews are
done."
I hadn't been alone in the conference room more than
about five minutes when Miranda walked in.
"How'd your debriefing go?" I asked.
"About usual," she said, then seeing the look on my
face, she asked, "And what are YOU grinning about,
Daddy?"
"I was just thinking," I said with a chuckle, "that if
I remember the flight correctly, you and Maria did a
pretty good job of 'de-briefing' yourselves before we
took off."
She smiled at my feeble attempt at humor. Then she
leaned over and whispered, "And we're still debriefed.
Around here, I wonder if anyone would even notice. It
could serve to make Maria's de-briefing quite
interesting."
She then say in one of the conference chairs, faced me,
and began to slowly spread her legs. Her skirt rose
higher, and I could see my daughter's pantyless pussy.
She looked at my face to ensure I was watching, but my
eyes were staring between her legs.
"See something you like, Daddy dear?" she asked in her
most innocent voice.
As I looked up to her face, she smiled and winked.
"As I recall, you fell asleep before taking care of the
itch between my legs. Maybe you ought to do something
about it now." she challenged. I couldn't help but
moan.
We both knew the room was fully equipped with cameras
and audio bugs, Miranda didn't seem to care. The only
question was how to play to the camera's and my
daughter's apparent exhibitionist tendencies without
being indiscreet.
My daughter's pussy had my full attention, and it took
every ounce of willpower I had to keep from burying my
face between her legs, surveillance devices be damned.
"Hold that thought," I growled before getting up and
disengaging the cameras and microphones that I had
helped install as a new recruit.
Then, opening a cabinet while I watched her, I pulled
out a small mini-
cam. I placed it on the conference table, pointed at
her, and pressed a button on the side. The red light
came on, and then I walked back over to Miranda.
I whispered, "You like to be watched, don't you,
honey?" The tremor that shook her body and the moan
that escaped her lips told me the answer was yes. I had
suspected as much. Even while we were in the jungle,
the guard watching us fuck seemed to have made it that
much hotter for her.
I then knelt in between my daughter's spread legs and
whispered, "Now then, let me see what I can do about
that itch."
And with that, I pressed my parted lips against her wet
pussy, sucking the droplets into my mouth that I could,
before extending my tongue and probing for her erect
clit with the tip. At that, she moaned, "MMMmmm!!!
OOoohh, Daddy!! Do me!"
I replaced my tongue with my finger for a moment,
brushing it across her clit while I leaned forward and
sucked her earlobe into my mouth.
I slid my finger farther inside her dripping wet pussy
and then I pulled it out and pressed the finger against
her lips.
"Play with yourself," I whispered. "Play with your
pussy while you think about how your daddy's cock will
feel inside it", and with that, I stepped away from her
chair.
I sat in front of her and unzipped my pants.
Miranda had no way of knowing who was watching, but
after a few seconds of playing with her hot, wet pussy,
she didn't seem to care. I knew that the only other
person who could see what the camera was recording was
Jacob Llewellyn, and letting him watch our incestuous
coupling right there in CIA headquarters was the least
I could do for my old boss and friend.
My daughter spread her legs wide and used the fingers
of one hand to spread her labia so that I (and Jacob)
could see just how wet and juicy her cunt really was.
I stroked my cock slowly while she fingered her wet
pussy. Her clit was hard and erect. She took her cream
covered finger and began to lightly rub it across her
clit.
"OOOooohhh!!! Daddy, that feels so good!! Does it look
good, Daddy? Good enough to eat?! Good enough to
fuck?!?!"
I reached to take my daughter's hand, and I slowly and
teasingly licked her cream off of her finger.
"Mmm, my daughter does taste good enough to eat," I
growled, "but there'll be time enough for that later."
I began to squeeze Miranda's breasts, feeling her erect
nipples even through her clothes, and I whispered,
"With the camera going, let's make a movie called 'The
Spy Who Fucked Me'."
With that, I placed my hands on her hips and easily
lifted her out of her chair, lowering her onto my cock.
Her dripping pussy again squeezed my cock divinely, and
I began thrusting steadily into her.
I whispered, "That's right, Miranda, take your Daddy's
cock deep and fuck it."
Then I looked over her shoulder at the camera and
winked.
"MMMmmm!!!" she moaned as she slid her hot, wet pussy
down the length of my hard, throbbing cock.
Then she began to ride me, rising slowly until just the
head of my prick remained inside her creamy cunt. Then
rapidly pushing back down to take every inch of my
prick into her horny twat. Again and again she repeated
the movement until we were both throbbing for release.
"Oh, Daddy dear, fuck me!" she cried, looking into the
camera.
She began to ride me harder and faster. We were both
nearing orgasms that were going to be massive.
"I'm going to cum all over your big, thick prick,
Daddy! Cum with me!! Shoot your load in me!!!"
I kissed my daughter wetly and hungrily as the tremors
of her pussy pushed me over edge and I joined her in
cumming, my cock firing deep into the pussy I helped
bring into the world.
Collapsing back in the chair, I wrapped my arms around
her and pulled her to me until she was leaning forward
on my chest, her head nestled on my shoulder as my cock
began to soften within her.
"I take it this means you don't regret what Pablo and
Omar forced us into," I said with a grin. "If they
lived through the attack, maybe we should send them a
thank-you note."
"I don't regret it at all, Daddy. But if they lived
through the bombs I want to hunt them down and
eliminate them. With extreme prejudice. Just because
they are scum."
With that, my daughter kissed me deeply and
passionately, showing me all of her love and her lust
for her daddy. She settled into my arms, and turning
her head, she winked at the camera.
We were feeling very relaxed, very safe, and very well-
fucked, but it wasn't long before I was beginning to
think about whether we had time to put another show for
Jacob. Before anything happened, though, we both heard
voices coming down the hall and Maria's unmistakable
sultry laughter. I lifted Miranda off my lap and
quickly zipped up my pants while she smoothed out her
skirt. By all appearances, we were sitting next to each
other, waiting innocently as the door opened.
"Ah, Logan, there you are," said Stanley Colfax, our
resident stuffed shirt intelligence analyst as he led
Maria into the conference room. "I'll be recommending
that your friend here receive expedited resident alien
status. All we need is a secure place for her to stay
while the paperwork goes through channels and so
forth."
"Daddy," Miranda said, "There's no reason she can't
stay with us, is there? I mean, after all she's gone
through, and still she has such a positive attitude. It
would be fun to have her around if that were possible."
"No reason that I can think of," I answered, and
turning to Stanley, I asked, "Do you have any objection
to that?"
He thought for a moment then said, "Well, seems a bit
out of the norm but, no, I don't object. You're a
senior agent, so I'll turn her over to you."
At this point, he tilted his head and sniffed a little.
Anybody else would've probably recognized the smell of
sex. The look on Maria's face said that she certainly
recognized it, but this was Stanley.
"Odd smell," he said, pulling out his pocket planner.
As he began to write in it, he muttered, "Got to
remember to speak to maintenance about the ventilation
systems." Then snapping the planner shut, he said,
"Talk to you later, Logan," and with a brief nod to
Miranda and Maria, he left.
"Ventilation systems? Is he for real?" Maria asked as
she walked over to us. Without missing a beat, she slid
her hand under Miranda's skirt, and my daughter's gasp
told me exactly where her hand had gone. She pulled her
hand back, one finger extended and wet. She slipped the
finger into her mouth and said, "Mmmm, I'd say you've
been 'ventilated' very well."
Reaching down to my damp crotch, Maria felt the
hardness beginning to build again and whispered, "So
how about you take me home and 'ventilate' me?"
Miranda reached around Maria from behind, and slipped
one of her fingers into the sexy Latina's wet pussy.
Then she whispered, "Only if I don't get to 'ventilate'
you first."
With that, we left the conference room and headed for
home. Wherever the road ahead was going to lead, I
suspected it wasn't going to boring.
***NOT THE END, MERELY THE END OF THE BEGINNING...***
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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