Spy Games

by Cassandra Dee

  DONNY: So you wanna do it again?

  Another short silence.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: I’m not sure.

  Not sure? Holy shit, tonight had been fucking amazing. But I instructed myself to calm down. Rachel couldn’t sense my hunger through the computer screen, and that was probably a good thing. Forcing myself to take a deep breath, I went casual.

  DONNY: Why? Something not work for you?

  A pause.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Well, I thought this was a one-time deal. You said so when you set it up, remember? So why do you want to do it again?

  She had a point and I paused before typing.

  DONNY: You’re right, I did say that. But I had a good time, so a second round sounds right.

  I could almost hear Rachel biting her lip, fingers poised above the keyboard.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Maybe …

  What the hell? Usually I have women kneeling at my feet, begging for a taste of my body. This was so bizarre that again, I went out of character. I began pursuing Rachel like a horny, hot-blooded male, and not a cold, ruthless asshole.

  DONNY: Did you not have a good time? Sweet thing, from the way that pussy spasmed, from the way that cunt juiced, I’d have to say you had a great time.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: I mean, yeah, I did have a good time, but …

  DONNY: But what?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Well, I mean, what did you think of the fact that I’m a virgin?

  A pause. What did I think? It was fucking fabulous that’s what, I thought she was one in a million, that I’d gone panning for gold and actually come out rich. I thought the brunette had the most delicious hymen, one that made me hard even now, dick dying to punch through that barrier and make her into a woman of the world.

  But there was no point in scaring her and coming on so strong. So I went easy.

  DONNY: Virginity doesn’t bother me. But let me ask you something. How old are you again?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: I told you. 18.

  DONNY: And not a day younger right? Not one day younger than 18.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: I promise.  I’m actaully 18 years and 4 months, if you want to know exactly.

  DONNY: Yeah, I do, because sweet thing, it’s so unreal that you’re a virgin. You’re so fucking beautiful baby, I’m surprised that puss hasn’t been plowed by a dozen men already.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: A dozen guys?! Well, I’m shy …

  DONNY: No baby, it has nothing to do with shy. Any guy would want that hot ass, any guy would die for that wet cunt. Again, I’m surprised you’ve never felt dick before.

  A pause.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: The boys just never seemed interested, I guess.

  The reply to that was simple.

  DONNY: That’s because they’re fucking idiots. They’re boys not men. I promise you, if I get another feel of that pussy, I’ll make you scream ten times louder than you did tonight.

  I could almost hear Rachel gasp slightly, cheeks flushed.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: But I thought that was bad right? Because we’re out in public I’m not supposed to scream.

  DONNY: Oh I promise you, you’ll scream. Besides, that’s what the music’s for. No one can hear you scream if you’re all screaming for ice cream.

  I could almost hear the musical tones of her voice then, the girlish giggle that made my dick stiff, popping uncomfortably against my belt.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Okay then, if you put it that way, then I guess I have to say yes. But let me ask you something?

  DONNY: Shoot.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Do you usually come all over? Because I think some of it got in my pussy.

  Holy shit, holy shit. My fingers froze above the keyboard, heart pounding. Almost got into her? WTF does that mean? How much? Oh shit, oh shit. But it did no good to let onto my panic because actaully, the mental visual of my hot jizz trickling into that swollen pussy had the opposite effect. This was a panic of good proportions, it fucking turned me on, jacking my temp up a hundred degrees.

  DONNY: Hmm, that’s new. No, I don’t usually come, that was a first.

  Why the hell was I even telling the truth? I should have lied and said it was par for the course, the brunette was nothing special. But somehow, I couldn’t do that. This girl was something exceptional, she was extraordinary and even on our first meeting, my body had sung a different song. What the hell? Again, I was losing control, which is totally out of character for my alpha male self.

  But the girl was so sweet that she just kept chattering on innocently.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Well, I wanted to let you know … I kinda liked it.

  She liked it?!?!? Rachel liked having my hot jizz spill all over her body, trickling down her crack and into her pussy hole? She liked it? And as if the brunette was reading my mind, she kept typing.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Yeah, it felt really good, it was warm and oozy. I’ve never felt a man’s come before, so it was really titillating. Oh, and it smelled good too.

  Holy shit, it smelled good? She liked the scent of my jizz, the hot male musk filling her nostrils? Holy shit, I was gonna burst all over my keyboard, this little chickie had no idea how ramped up I was, how I was dying to jet into her again.

  But I kept cool.

  DONNY: Baby, I’m glad you enjoyed it, I’m happy to repeat the experience if that’s what you want. Because, no, I don’t usually come, I guess the timing was right tonight. But I have to ask you … Are you on something?

  A pregnant pause if there ever was one.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: What do you mean? I’m not sure what you’re talking about?

  I groaned under my breath. Of course not, she hadn’t caught on yet, Rachel was too innocent.

  DONNY: Birth control baby. Are you on something that’ll prevent you from getting pregnant?

  A loaded pause.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: No. I’m a virgin, so why should I be?

  My head dropped back, eyes closing. Because of course not, of course Rachel wouldn’t be on birth control. She’s never tasted a man before, she’s never had a hot dick up that tight canal, and I’d felt the proof of her virginity myself tonight. So why would she be on birth control? But despite all that, I knew I had to get her on it, stat.

  DONNY: Baby girl, you know that even one drop of semen in you can get you pregnant, right?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: That’s what I wanted to ask you about. Because after you blasted, it was all over. It was all over my butt and trickling down my thighs and going everywhere. I think some of it may have gotten into me.

  DONNY: Into your pussy hole, you mean, right? Not your back hole? Because if it’s in your back hole, it’s okay. That little ass can’t get you pregnant, but your pussy hole can.

  I could hardly believe I was having this conversation. But an eighteen year old virgin is hard to come by and I had no idea what Rachel knew about the birds and the bees. Better to play it safe.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: I think it went into both holes …

  Holy shit. I groaned out loud and sat back, body hard as my dick jerked again. My semen was in both her orifices, front and back? My messy jizz had trickled into her both ways? Holy shit. I should have been panicked but instead the cool, calculating commander in me took over. Fingers flew on the keyboard as I guided her through the next steps.

  DONNY: Baby, it’s very important you do as I say for the next few minutes.

  A pause.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Okay …

  DONNY: Baby girl, if even a drop of me gets into that sweet vaginal entrance, then you could get pregnant. You don’t want that, do you?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: I guess not …

  What does “I guess not” mean? It should have been “absolutely not, I’m too young, this is crazy,” and all sorts of other exclamations. But there was no time to dissect her reply, and I sprang into action, fingers flying over the keyboard.

  DONNY: Okay, then do as I say. Step by step, Daddy will take you through it. First, are you wearing panties? If so, take them off.

  A long pause. I only hoped she was
struggling out of that wet lace, and fuck, but my cock got hard envisioning that giant bouncy ass swaying to and fro and she slid a silky nothing off her hips.

  DONNY: You done?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Yeah, but Daddy … my panties smell like you.

  I groaned. Of course they would, she had my semen seeping from her holes, the sperm was smeared into the cloth now and probably reeking of our mixed sex. What I wouldn’t give to have more time, I’d tell her to stuff that lacy lingerie back into her orifices and get it good and soaking before moving to round two. But urgency propelled me forwards.

  DONNY: Good baby. Now go into your kitchen. Do you have a spray bottle or some kind of plunger? You know the kind that releases water?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Daddy, I have my watering can. I use it to water my plants every week, would that work?

  I groaned, eyes closing for a moment. Shit, she was so beautiful, so innocent, and I could imagine the gorgeous girl puttering about each weekend, humming to herself as she irrigated flowers. But I was here for a dirty job, a much nastier version of irrigation. I wanted some vaginal irrigation, I needed to get her pussy clean stat.

  DONNY: No, absolutely not. Look around you baby. Is there anything else? Even an eye dropper? Something that will flush water?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: No Daddy! What are you talking about? I don’t get this at all. I have a cup, or a straw, but I have no idea what you’re getting at.

  Of course not. The girl was a virgin, she’s never had to douche before. So my fingers flew again, eyes fixed to the screen like I could see right through the monitor.

  DONNY: Alright baby, then we’re gonna do this a different way. Go into your bathroom. Do you have a tub or shower?

  I could almost hear her footsteps as she moved through the apartment.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: I have a combination tub/shower, it’s a tub that you stand in while taking a shower.

  Hmm, this could work. Often the combo types have all sorts of options. I prayed, barely breathing.

  DONNY: Honey, take a look and tell me. Do you have a fixed nozzle, or is it the kind you can pull down?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: The kind you can pull down. It has a long, windy neck, like a silver snake.

  I sat back, relieved. This was gonna work after all. Thank god.

  DONNY: Alright baby, just go with Daddy. Trust me on this. Get naked honey, take off all your clothes because you’re gonna take a shower.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Daddy, how am I gonna shower with you on the phone?

  DONNY: Put your phone on the ledge sweetheart and just watch as I type. You don’t have to reply.

  Silence. Oh god, she was getting naked. The eighteen year old virgin was shedding her clothes, all that delicious, bouncy flesh out, boobs uncapped, pussy running wet.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Okay Daddy, I’m in the shower.

  DONNY: Good. Now turn on the water, nice and hot as always, but before you start washing everything, I want you to wash a special place first.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: ???

  DONNY: Little girl, I want you to wash your twat especially well tonight. Not just a quick pass, or a small spray. I need you to squat and spread your knees, making sure your hole is open. And then I need you to point that shower head straight up your cunt and flush all of Daddy’s sperm out. Got it? It’s the only way to make sure you don’t get pregnant.

  Of course, it was probably too little too late. If even one tiny swimmer went up into her slit, that fertile, lush body would eat it up, the nubile teen girl would be pregnant for sure. But still, this was better than nothing, and I didn’t want her to live with the unintended consequences of my massive explosion earlier tonight.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Daddy, it’s slippery.

  DONNY: I know baby, the tub is really slippery, be careful. Grab onto the wall handle if you need to, it’s not just for old people.

  A pause.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: No Daddy, it’s not the tub. My pussy’s slippery from your cum. So much has dripped now that my folds are all wet and sticky.

  My dick jerked again, unable to take the strain. Was I really doing this? Was I really virtually directing a girl through a sensuous, hot douche, telling her to stick a shower head up her twat to flush my sperm out? It was so fucking wrong, so fucking nasty and twisted, but at the same time, holy fuck, it was a turn on. Rachel was telling me my sperm had smeared all over that hot twat, caked on her folds, probably coating her nub, and I couldn’t resist then. Besides, what was the harm?

  DONNY: Baby, if you’re wet, then make this good for yourself. See that big silver hose? Point it straight at your twat honey, flush yourself out good. But have some fun too, aim it at your clit, let it pulse against your insides, make yourself come.

  There was no answer for quite a while.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Oh god, Daddy, I did as you said.

  DONNY: Was it good baby? Did baby have a good shower?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: It was amazing! I came again just thinking of your fingers on me, and my pussy shuddered and twitched, imagining you inside. Can you make it real Daddy? Please? I think I got everything out, but I just want more in me. Is that wrong? Can we meet again?

  I groaned loudly, thick cock out and pulsing now. It stuck out between my laptop and pelvis, ten inches straight and dripping from the tip, slickly wet from all the pre-cum. And against my better instincts, I caved. How could I not? The girl was a vixen, a virginal, sensuous vixen, and I was only a man. An alpha yes, but one who adored women, and I had to feel that twat again, I had to touch that pulsing cunt after our initial encounter.

  DONNY: Of course honey. You’ve done good tonight and Daddy’s gonna reward you. How about tomorrow night?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Okay, but late okay? I have to meet my parents for dinner.

  I groaned again. Oh shit, she was so young, barely out of the nest. I should have felt like a mofo for robbing the cradle, but all it did was turn me on. All it did was make me want Rachel more, owning that sensuous cunt.

  DONNY: No worries little girl, whatever time is good for you.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: 10 okay then? Or is that too late?

  Again, that innocence got to me. I’m a man of the night, a dude who stays up doing nasty shit until the small hours of the morning. Ten was nothing.

  DONNY: Absolutely baby girl. You tell me where and I’ll be there.

  A pause. I hoped she thought of somewhere good, somewhere discreet and dark where I could fingerfuck her silly again.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Same thing right? I mean, you’re going to touch me, no names, no faces, no nothing?

  I nodded curtly, eyes ravenous.

  DONNY: Yes, baby. All the same rules apply.

  A pause.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Then can you meet near my parents’ house? There’s a park called Twelve Oaks just a couple blocks away and it’s really beautiful at night. There are all sorts of nocturnal birds that sing, and there’s a bower of roses on the east walkway. Meet me there, okay? I’ll see you then.

  I almost couldn’t breathe. Bower of roses? Birds that sing? Who was this girl? Who was this barely adult chickadee that entranced me, body so hard from just her words and sheer innocence? Suddenly, I couldn’t wait for tomorrow night, I couldn’t wait to burrow my fingers in that tight wet cunt again, feeling her pussy spasm like an earthquake gone wild.

  DONNY: Absolutely honey. And by the way, here’s my cell just in case you need it. 457-357-9430.

  This was absolutely against the rules. Absolutely, completely, against the Terms of Service, not to mention my own personal code of conduct. What happened to completely anonymity? But I could almost see the smile on Rachel’s face, the beam of happiness.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Thank you! And here’s mine: 457-292-9529. See you tomorrow! Xoxo.

  And taking a deep breath, I closed the lid of my laptop. Holy shit, this was way beyond what I’d bargained for. Not only was I meeting a girl for the second time, but I’d just given her my cell like a dumb asshat. I’ve fucked dozens of women, and all the “dates”
were arranged through anonymous chat sessions with no numbers necessary. So what the fuck was happening? Why was every rule being broken?

  But WTF, it didn’t matter. I’d just taken Rachel through a nasty wet douche, pointing the nozzle straight at her clit. I’d just fingerfucked her in public, and sprayed all over her ass, branding her with my jizz. And the only answer was more. I wanted to douse the brunette with my cum again, erupting like a fire hose on that sweet back end. I wanted to point my dick straight at those wet orifices and blast my cum into each one, marking the female as mine. So what if this was the opposite of anonymous? So what if I was literally leaving a DNA trail on her fleshy behind, my hot fuck inside her body? I didn’t give a shit anymore because the girl is mine.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Rachel

  I know he cares about me. Sort of. Donny, or Donovan as he disclosed in his chat, is a much older man. Well, if you count forty old, which isn’t really here or there.

  Because the thing is that my alpha doesn’t feel old at all. Maybe it’s the internet chat, but Donovan comes off as young, he has a really great heart and he’s generous, even though he tries to hide it. Our chat last night only underlined that fact again.

  DONNY: Baby, do you need gas money or anything?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: No, why?

  DONNY: Because I don’t want you spending a thing. Tell me if you need money for transportation, food, anything to make our meetings easier.

  I giggled a little.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: But I told you, the park’s close to my parents’ house, within walking distance. So no, I don’t need any gas money, thank you.

  There was a quick pause.

  DONNY: Honey, I don’t know if I should be the one telling you this, but in general, you don’t want to be giving your address out on-line. I could be anyone. A sweet girl like you shouldn’t be telling people where you live or where your parents live.

  LIPSTCK4EVAH: But you’re not anyone! I already met you tonight and you touched me … you know. So you’re not just anyone.

  Another pause.

  DONNY: I know baby girl, but still. I could be anyone. I could be some random ex-con out to kidnap pretty girls, or I could be your high school math teacher. You don’t want to take chances, you’re too beautiful.