Spy Games

by Amanda Clover

  “Yeah? Well maybe next time we’ll skip the pumps,” she said with a wink. My face deepened to a dark red and I felt a throb in my cunt so powerful that I almost moaned. “You can go back to the table. I can clean these up.”

  “Um, okay,” I said, backing out of the wood-paneled stall. Returning to the table after that intense few minutes in the restroom was like returning to earth after a trip to space. It was difficult to focus on what Valerie and Mrs. Temple were saying. When Mrs. Temple put her hand on my thigh under the table I jerked with surprise. She winked at me and I could not help but be reminded of Audrey winking at me, suggesting the next time I would suck the milk out of her.

  My face felt hot for the next two hours as we ate course after course of adventurous food from a world-renowned chef. It was a bit too adventurous for my high school girl taste, I’ll admit. Although I did like the foam that tasted like popcorn. It sounds gross, but it was weirdly really good.

  Valerie and Mrs. Temple talked a lot about traveling and returned a few times to the subject of Elizabeth Chen. This was the scientist that Mrs. Temple had been flown to Beijing to recruit and apparently she worked for a lab owned by the Chinese government, which made trying to recruit her a bit more of a challenge than usual.

  I did my best to pay attention, but I found myself distracted by staring at Audrey’s breasts and the way her nipples stiffened once again. A part of me hoped another dark spot would appear on her dress and she would call me to the bathroom with her to latch my mouth to her fat nipples. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my thighs growing damp as my kinky arousal soaked my panties. The wine didn’t help. I was definitely a bit drunk by the end of the meal.

  “It was so wonderful to meet you,” said Valerie, rising from the table.

  “Yes, you are such a cute couple,” said Audrey. “And thank you for all the help with my issue. You are a sweetheart.”

  “Oh, um, it was my pleasure,” I said, hugging Valerie and then Audrey. My hug with Audrey lingered a bit. I felt her soft, warm breasts pressed against my small mounds. I breathed her scent with its lingering under note of fresh milk.

  “I think they probably want to take you home with them,” laughed Mrs. Temple, pulling me away from Audrey and sliding a possessive arm around my waist.

  “You’re the headhunter,” said Valerie. “We are just a couple of innocent lesbians having a wonderful night out.”

  In the limo ride back to the hotel, I rested against Mrs. Temple, comforted by her arm around me and the gentle rise and fall of her soft breasts. Her fingers idly caressed my abdomen.

  “They liked you,” she said. “Particularly Audrey.”

  “I tasted her breast milk,” I blurted.

  “You what?” Mrs. Temple laughed in surprise, looking over at me.

  “Just a drop on her finger,” I said. “It was very sweet.”

  “No wonder you were all flustered when you came out of the restroom. You like her, don’t you?”

  “She reminds me of an older me, I guess,” I said.

  “Yeah?” Mrs. Temple stroked a lock of hair from my face. “We could invite them to our suite in the hotel. I’m sure they would be up for a bit of fun.”

  “They’re married,” I whispered, slightly scandalized.

  “Yes, but they have a very understanding relationship,” she said. She turned to me, almost rolling atop me on the wide seat. A loose lock of her blonde hair dangled into my face and tickled my cheek. Her green eyes glittered. “Then again, they would probably steal you away from me. And I’m not giving up that easy.”

  “Oh? Is it a fight?” I giggled. “Audrey told me to fight for my love.”

  “Love?” She leaned her face closer and I watched her lips forming every word. “Let’s focus on lust for the moment.”

  She kissed me and groped me in a single motion, her lips parting and tongue thrusting into my mouth as her hand pressed between my thighs and caressed the front of my panties. I moaned against her, arching on the seat and fencing my tongue against hers. The kiss tasted of wine, but I could not shake the sweet drop of Audrey’s milk. I imagined it on my tongue as I swirled mine against Mrs. Temple’s.

  “Mmmmmm,” I moaned, finally breaking the kiss. Her fingers were rubbing my groove through my panties and sending hot licks of pleasure crackling from my clit to my core. My hands pressed against her breasts, squeezing and shaping them through her dress, feeling her fat nipples stiffen against my touch. I kissed her cleavage and moaned, “Oh, god, I want to suck them.”

  “Of course,” said Mrs. Temple, kneeling above me. She smiled down at me as she slipped the shoulders of her dress off and freed her creamy mounds from their confinement. My hands pressed into her pliant flesh, caressing her nipples with my fingers as she leaned down and I leaned up. I sought one of her pink nipples, moaning as I flicked my tongue against it, catching it in my lips and sucking eagerly.

  “Ohhhhh, Mrs. Temple,” I moaned, wondering if her plump mounds had ever been filled with milk. I imagined it gushing into my mouth, feeling a kinky thrill at the thought as I sucked and licked her nipples. She cradled me against her mounds with one hand, letting me savor her soft breasts and her hand returned between my toned thighs.

  “Suck them,” she moaned. “Suck them hard. Suck my creamy breasts.”

  “Mmmmmm!” I cried, driven by lust and her naughty words.

  Then her fingers found my soaking pussy, she pulled aside my panties, and from that point on I found it very difficult to concentrate. I mostly just sucked mindlessly, nursing at her huge breasts as she fucked me with her fingers. She knew just how to pleasure me, thrusting two fingers in and out, curling the last knuckle inside me to press against a spot that sent pleasure pulsing through me. The whole time, her thumb massaged circles on my clit.

  “Mmmmhhhhmm,” I moaned, feeling my pleasure rise as I squirmed on the limousine seat beneath her. I latched hard to her nipple as I felt my climax building. She cried out at the force of my suction, but did not tell me to stop. She rolled her hips like she was fucking me as she pumped her fingers into my clutching cunt. It was hot and smelled of sex in the limousine. My muffled moans were met with the wet sucking sounds of my mouth and the sounds her fingers made as she fucked me with them.

  “Cum for me,” she gasped. “Cum sucking my milky tits.”

  “Mmmmmm!” I cried, imagining those gushes of Audrey’s milk filing my mouth as I sucked eagerly at Mrs. Temple’s breasts. I writhed against her thrusting fingers, my orgasm tightening, my abs clenching, and finally my pleasure exploding through me. It was a hot geyser of pleasure, spasms rippling through me and clutching at her fingers.

  “That’s it,” hissed Mrs. Temple above me. “Cum for me, sweetie. Cum all over my fingers. Yessssss, that’s it.”

  “Ohhhhh god,” I moaned, falling back on the seat as the last ripples of pleasure worked through my core. Mrs. Temple slowed her thrusting fingers and leaned down to kiss me, her soft breasts and spit-wet nipples mashed against my chest. Her kiss was hungry and I knew as our lips and tongues met and melted together that it was my turn to repay her.

  “Let me taste you,” I gasped against her lips. “I want to taste you, please.”

  “No need to beg,” she laughed, rolling off of me and onto her hands and knees. She sprawled her upper body on the leather seat, her back arched and her ass lifted and draped in her silky dress. She pulled the back of her skirt up, winding the fabric around her hips as she exposed her plush ass with its ample roundness and creamy tan lines. Her pink pussy glistened with arousal and I could see the clenching pink rosebud of her anus between her luscious cheeks.

  “Go ahead, Emily,” she said, looking back at me over her shoulder. “Taste me.”

  It sounded like a challenge and I was just horny and drunk enough to accept. I smacked my hands against the creamy flesh of Mrs. Temple’s ass, feeling the slight wobble before the softness met the muscle of her legs. I leaned in, breathing her aroused scent and smacking wet kisses
against the smooth perfection of her ass. Without hesitation, I ran my hot tongue down her crack, lapping at the clenching wrinkle of her asshole.

  “Ohhhh, Emily,” she moaned, reaching back to cradle my head against her ass. “Lick it.”

  “Nnnnnnnmmmm,” I moaned as I rolled my tongue around her pink divot. “You like it when I lick your ass?”

  “Yes, it’s so naughty,” she chuckled. “My little teenage ass licker.”

  “Nnnhhnnn,” I agreed, rapidly and wetly tonguing her hot hole. As I rimmed her pink pucker, I reached between her thighs and began to rub her pussy. Her fleshy petals parted against my fingers and I pushed two and then three into the hot channel of her cunt. She moaned, pulling my face against her ass and rocking her hips to rub her crack against my tongue. I eagerly licked her asshole as she rode back against my face, my fingers pumping her pink pussy faster and faster.

  “Suck my clit,” she gasped, releasing her hold on my head. I pulled back and she arched her back even more, her face buried in the leather as she offered her slick cunt up to me. I licked her sweet slit as I rubbed my thumb against her asshole. I felt the fat bud of her clit and began to suck it. She moaned and pushed back as my thumb invaded her spit-lubed clench.

  “Ohhhhhhh yesssss,” cried Mrs. Temple. “So glad… oooohhh… I brought you along!”

  “Mmmmmmhmm,” I agreed, savoring her sweet juices and the squeeze of her ass around my thrusting thumb. She gripped the cushions of the seat, wailing as her climax approached. I felt it in the tension of her thighs and the way her breath came in long, heavy gasps.

  “Emilllllyy!” She cried as I mercilessly sucked her clit, throwing her over the edge and into a hot tempest of pleasure. I felt each orgasmic spasm in her ass as I fucked her squeezing pucker with my thumb. My face was covered in the honey of her cunt and I drank it greedily, as if I were gulping down Audrey’s milk.

  The last twitched of her pleasure rocked her body and she slumped on the seat. I wanted more, but as I crawled beside her and embraced her I could tell that she was too drunk and too jetlagged to keep going. We lay together, overheated, holding our bodies against one another as we caught our breath.

  “You are an amazing girl, Emily,” she said, stroking a lock of sweaty hair from my face. “I want to take you everywhere.”

  We kissed again, our tongues stirring languidly amid our exhausted moans. I caressed her hip and resisted the urge to climb atop her flushed face and ride her talented tongue.

  The limousine soon arrived back at our hotel and we stumbled up to our room. Mrs. Temple fell asleep half-undressed on the bed, partway through the process of picking out “something sweet and chocolatey” from the room service menu. I plucked the menu from her hands, finished taking off her dress, and covered her up. Then I went to my purse.

  I looked at my phone and as I had feared there was a fresh text message from Olivia.

  “Sunrise is in four hours,” read the message. “I’ll be waiting.”

  I had that long to pay Olivia a visit and complete whatever humiliating task she demanded or she was going to tell my boyfriend – her brother – Luke about everything.

  I couldn’t do that to Luke. Selfishly, I couldn’t do that to me either.

  I pulled my brown hair back into a ponytail and changed into a pair of running shorts and a Peach Valley High School Spartans hoodie. I hoped the slovenly outfit might discourage her from torturing me.

  It didn’t work.

  At Olivia’s Mercy

  It was 2:30 AM by the time I arrived at the door to Olivia’s hotel room. She was staying right next to us, although her room was not quite the palatial suite that I was sharing with Mrs. Temple. She met me at the door in a silk robe, her blonde hair pinned up and an amused smile curling her soft lips as she looked me over.

  “Dressing down for me? That’s alright, I have something for you to wear instead of that.” She said as she stepped back from the door. “Come in. Take off your clothing.”

  I undressed for her as she drank what smelled like a rum and Coke. I could not meet her appraising gaze as I unceremoniously shucked off the sweatshirt and revealed my pert breasts with their creamy tan lines and small brown nipples. I stripped off my shorts and panties just as quickly, making no effort to show off my firm bubble butt or the tight peach of my pussy. My efforts to be unsexy did not seem to matter to Olivia.

  “Look at you,” she purred, walking around me and trailing her fingers over my hip to my abdomen. “You’re practically shaking. You can pretend to hate this if it alleviates your guilt, but I know you want to be here.”

  “I don’t,” I said, looking away from her piercing gaze.

  “Mmmm, alright, we’ll see,” she said, walking over to the bed. She leaned one knee on it, stretching across it to reach for something on the nightstand. As she did this, the silk robe rode up her thighs and exposed the lower half of her perky ass. Smaller, but softer than her mother’s. Olivia did not exercise as regularly as her mom, but it this gave her curves a certain youthful plumpness that I could not ignore.

  She picked up whatever she was reaching for and glanced over her shoulder, catching me staring at her creamy ass. She chuckled triumphantly as she stood back up and turned to face me.

  “Put this on,” she said, holding out the object she had plucked from the nightstand.

  It was a dog collar, a leather and chrome-spiked dog collar with a silver ring for a leash in front.

  “I’m not wearing this,” I said, holding it with my finger and thumb like something disgusting.

  “Then I guess I will call Luke,” she said, taking her phone out of the pocket of her robe. She hovered her thumb over the call icon.

  “N-no,” I said. “Alright. I’ll wear it.”

  “Good puppy,” she said. “Put on your collar.”

  I sighed and fitted the leather collar around my slender neck. She was not satisfied with how loose I closed it and she tightened it until it was almost choking me.

  “Does that make you feel like a good little bitch?” She asked, giving a tug at the ring. “No? Maybe it will when I put the leash on it.”

  She let the chain drop from her hand before catching it and hooking it to the ring at the front of the collar. She took hold of the leather grip and gave me a jerk towards the bed. I was relieved she did not make me get down on my knees as I followed her over to the bed.

  “Did you have fun with my mother earlier?” She asked, teasing a fingertip against my left nipple.

  “A lot more fun than I am having with you,” I said, my tone icy.

  “Oh, I bet,” she laughed and pinched my nipple, giving it a twist that made me cry out. “But for the next couple hours, you are mine. Isn’t that right?”

  “Y-yes,” I hissed as she pinched and twisted my other nipple.

  “She doesn’t know how to handle a bad puppy like you.” She gave the chain a hard tug, yanking me past her and onto my hands and knees on the bed. She knelt beside me and delivered a hard wallop to my peachy bottom. The impact cracked loudly and sent a hard shock burning through my cheek. She wasn’t playing around.

  She swatted me again and I cried out, “Stop it!”

  “Stop it?” She spanked me twice more, her hand crackling against my bare bottom. “Are you going to be an obedient little puppy?”

  “Yes,” I said, my ass crackling with the pain of her swats.

  She smiled with satisfaction and scooted back against the bed’s headboard. She sat upright, hold the leash taught to force me to look at her as she untied the belt of her robe and let it fall open. Her pale breasts were barely marked with a tan, her nipple paler and pinker than her mother’s and a bit more delicate. She parted her shapely thighs and showed me the blushing pink of her pussy topped with a tiny triangle of golden hair.

  “Did you pleasure my mother tonight?” She asked, winding the chain of my leash around her fist and pulling me closer.

  “Yes,” I admitted. “And I will do it again when I have the
chance.”

  “Is that right?” She yanked me hard and had to brace my hands against her ample thighs to keep from diving face-first against her pussy. She stretched out and smacked my ass. Her touch lingered. She licked her fingers and massaged the tender clench of my asshole. “Maybe I should plug this little pink asshole. What will mommy say when she pulls your panties down and finds a fluffy-tailed plug sticking out from between those tight little cheeks?”

  She curled two fingers roughly into my ass for emphasis. I whimpered, my grip tightening on her thighs.

  “I’ll be good,” I gasped, not wanting to be forced to wear a tail plug.

  “Prove it to me,” said Olivia.

  I knew what she wanted. I leaned my face down to her steamy cunt and I began to lap at her. She kept her two fingers curling into my tight asshole, occasionally squirming them inside me or pulling at me to remind me of what my punishment would be if I failed to prove my obedience.

  Once my tongue was flicking at her clit and the pink folds of her pussy, it was easy to give in to my deep-seated urges. I looked up into her face as I licked her and fucked her sweet cunt with my tongue. I looked up and saw Mrs. Temple and hints of Luke in her face. I saw them both as if they were looking down at my in judgment with Olivia’s eyes as I vigorously pleasured her hot cunt.

  “Oooohh, that’s a good girl,” she said, squirming her fingers in my asshole. “Maybe you are… oooohhh… good enough to deserve a little treat. Do you want a treat?”

  “Yes,” I moaned between licks.

  “Good,” she said, picking up her phone. I felt a cold jolt of fear as I realized she was dialing Luke’s number. “Oh, it’s ringing. It should be about 10:30 in the morning in California. He might be in class.”

  “What are you doing?” I gasped, lifting my head.

  She pushed my head back down and told me, “Keep licking or your treat might just turn into punishment.”

  She put the phone on the bed beside her and laced the fingers of both hands into my hair to ensure I did not try to escape. I lapped at her sweet cunt, my tongue parting her folds and slipping into the hot, nectar-slick tunnel and flicking against the bud of her clit.