by Reed James
Futa-Spy Caught Red-Handed
Naughty Futa Spy 3
(A story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)
by
Reed James
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Futa-Spy Caught Red-Handed
Naughty Excerpt from “Futa-Spy Caught Red-Handed”
Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe
Futa-Spy Caught Red-Handed
Naughty Excerpt from “Futa-Spy Caught Red-Handed”
“Press that finger into my pussy and search me,” I moaned. “Make sure there's nothing else in there. You have to inspect me. You have to make me gasp and moan. You have to be thorough.”
“Yes,” she moaned.
Her fingers jammed back into me. I shuddered as her two fingers buried into my pussy. My cunt clenched on her digits. I gripped her as I shuddered. My clit throbbed. Her mouth was right before my pussy.
I let my futa-cock blossom.
She gasped as my clit thrust forward. She plunged her fingers deep into my cunt as my dick grew and grew. Her eyes shot up at me. Seeing it grow in real life must be different than on a monitor. Maybe she didn't truly believe it, but she was witnessing my futa-cock growing.
To find out what happens next, read on!
Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe
Futanari Coeds 1: My Roommate's Futa Lover
Futanari Coeds 2: Futa's Broken Heart
Futanari Coeds 3: Saving My Futa Lover
Queen of the Futa Dorm 1: Serving the Queen
Queen of the Futa Dorm 2: Extra-Curricular Fun
Queen of the Futa Dorms 3: Cheering the Futa
Naughty Futa Spy 1: Futa-Spy Seduces the Hot Wife
Naughty Futa Spy 2: Futa-Spy's Wicked Disguise
Futa-Spy Caught Red-Handed
How was I getting out of this?
The guards didn't aim their AK-74s at me, keeping them aimed down, but they were ready to be leveled at me. The female intelligence officer who led them took my purse from me. She stood tall and slender, wearing a black pencil skirt and white blouse, her blonde hair pulled back into a bun. She was young, her eyes hard. She stared at me like I was a bug.
I shuddered. I'd messed up. I was an intelligence officer for the United States, working for a small agency known as the American Reconnaissance Services (ARS). It was run by Ms. Bella Mars. We were a tight outfit, pulling off missions across the world, gathering information. I had worked for them after losing my memory. They gave me a purpose.
I was their futa-spy.
I didn't understand why my clit could turn into a big dick nor why women found themselves attracted to me. They would through themselves at me. I used it to seduce women. I'd just fucked a pair of analysts in the computer room where I had copied the installations database onto a flash drive. I was in an SVR facility. They were the successors to the KGB in Russia, the counterpart to the CIA. I had gained access with a cloned keycard, seducing another agent's wife to copy his information.
I shouldn't have fucked those two analysts. I was in the building for too long. Someone had spotted what was going on, dispatched this woman and her four guards to arrest me. I trembled, the vein in my temple pulsing.
“Who are you really?” the female agent asked with a cool voice.
I was Juana Bustos. I faced her calmly, my fingers smoothing my skirt and palming the slender piece of metal, as thin as a hairpin, I kept hidden in the fabric. “I am Major Yelizaveta Vinogradov of the Central Inspection Bureau.”
The woman smiled. “And yet you do not know me, Major. Nor do I know you.”
I wracked my mind for her identity, but she must be a junior member of that directorate I was posing as. “Do you know everyone in the SVR? That is impressive. My job is to inspect facilities, not to make friends.”
“Handcuff her,” the woman ordered. “We're going to find out who you are, Major.”
“Perfect,” I said, putting my hands behind me. My pussy clenched around the lipstick tube that had the USB flash drive hidden inside of its base. It held the information I was sent here to gather. “Let's get this misunderstanding straightened out...” I arched my eyebrows.
“Captain Katyusha Ignatiev,” the woman answered while one of the guards slapped a pair of metal handcuffs on my wrists.
I kept smiling at the woman as she examined me. I must look flushed after my romp, my nut-brown skin glistening with perspiration. My blouse was rumpled, my skirt a little wrinkled. My nipples poked at my blouse. I wasn't wearing a bra or panties.
I found underwear just got in my way.
“Where are you from, Major?” she asked as she whirled around.
“Kazan,” I answered as she whirled and marched away. “Have you been? It's not the most attractive place, but it has its charm in winter.”
“Oh?”
“Snow can hide a great deal of ugliness,” I said, sounding light. Unconcerned. I had to play a role. I had a small chance. A hope of getting out of here. I had to take it. I had to be ready to embrace any probability.
They lead me to the elevator. Two more guards were outside the computer room. The two women working in there would be interrogated, too. I hoped they didn't get in too much trouble. What would they think when they watched the orgy on the security tape.
I watched Katyusha squirming in the elevator. Her ass was tight. Her skirt hugged it. She had great legs, too. Her heels gave her calves a lovely shape. My clit throbbed. My pussy squeezed around the lipstick tube. My juices soaked it. I kept my fingers clenched, the strip of metal held in the line of my palm.
The elevator arrived at the first floor. They marched me forward, a guard holding me by the shoulder. I paid attention to where we moved. I had a layout of the building in my head. I concealed my smile as they brought me to an interrogation room. Small, a barred window showing the night sky while amber light spilled through from the parking lot.
They sat me down on an uncomfortable chair before a metal table. You didn't want a prisoner comfortable in an interrogation. You wanted to invade their space, so Katyusha sat close to me, not across the table, but sitting at the corner. She could touch me easily.
She studied me for a minute. I fixed back at her, grinning. She had such pale, fair skin. I loved White women, and Russia had so many beautiful ones. If her hair was down, she would look stunning. Her legs were folded tight, a slight blush forming on her cheeks.
After a minute, there was a knock. Then a guard opened the heavy door. He walked in and placed a tablet and a file folder on the table. He saluted Katyusha and then vanished out the door. As it closed, I saw the two guards outside the door.
I could seduce Katyusha, but my sexual
stimulation didn't work on men. My eyes flicked around the room, forming my plan while my fingers went to work. I grabbed the thin strip of metal I'd palmed and, with nimble fingers, went to work picking the handcuff.
“Now you claim you are Major Vinogradov?” she asked, opening up the folder. “Strange that our records do not show you working for the Central Inspection Bureau.”
“Oh, well, that's not surprising,” I told her. “You're just not clear for who I am. I'm original K Directorate.”
The woman arched an eyebrow. “The sparrows? You're too young to be KGB trained.”
I smiled at her. “If that program was terminated.”
Katyusha frowned. Then she grabbed the tablet. She turned it on, the screen bathing her blouse with a bluish light. She tapped on it a few times, the light splashing on her blouse changing. Then she set it down, showing a security feed of the computer room.
“What did you do to our analysts?” she asked as I watched Polina and Nadya stripping naked for my inspection.
My clit throbbed. Nadya was a busty beauty and Polina a slender delight. I had enjoyed them both I loved the sight of them unveiling all their treats. Then they stood at attention for my inspection, their hands behind their heads, letting the past me enjoy the sight of their bodies.
“What chemical did you release to drive them to such fits of lust?” she asked. “When our security officers noticed the... aberrant behavior, they were stunned.”
“I told you, I am K Directorate,” I purred. K Directorate was almost apocryphal. Supposedly, the KGB trained women to use their sexuality to seduce and blackmail men to compromise them and get information. “I seduced them.”
“And when you grew a dick?” asked the woman, fast-forwarding the security tape to the moment when the two women were kneeling before me. The security camera had a perfect angle to record my swelling futa-cock.
“K Directorate,” I purred. “It's a special technique. Want to see it?”
The woman shuddered. She licked her lips and frowned at me. “This isn't a game, Major. You have broken into an SVR facility. You have assaulted our analyst. And you have stolen data from us.”
“I have?” I asked, feigning innocence. “Why would I do that? I am here to inspect your security. As you can see, your analysts are not trained to deal with a futa. That's not good.” I leaned over, my fingers working the strip of metal into the keyway, raking the pins. As my chair creaked, I popped the lock on my right cuff. “Are you trained.”
She shifted.
“Is your pussy getting hot right now? Your nipples hard?” I licked my lips. “Mmm, you are getting juicy.”
She backed up the security tape. “Right here, you inserted a USB device into the computer,” the woman said. “Where is it?”
I glanced at my purse, my pussy clenching around the lipstick. “Search me.”
She grabbed my purse, dumping it out. My cell phone hit the table, my compact, another tube of lipstick, some wet wipes, two pens, my wallet, and a pack of gum spilled out. She opened the wallet, finding my ID that matched my alias. She pulled it out, studying it.
“Good forgery.”
“Forgery?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. “Why would I need a forgery?”
She opened the compact, saw the foundation inside. Closed it. Then she tested the lipstick, twisting the handle for the dark shade of red.
“That would look good on you,” I purred, switching over to picking the left cuff. “You have such delicious lips.”
She narrowed her eyes, her cheeks growing brighter red. She turned her attention to my phone. She frowned as she swiped the screen. “No passcode?”
“I have nothing to hide,” I purred, my eyes bright.
“Mmm, a burner phone,” she said as she tapped it. “Not used even once. No apps installed, no text messages sent, no phone numbers in your address book.”
“I guess that's no help for you then,” I said. “But I'm glad my inspection tour is helping you with your own job. I will write that up in my report. You are very thorough, Katyusha.”
A beep came from her tablet. She glanced at it, reading something that had appeared. A message. She arched her eyebrow and flicked up to me. “It seems they caught you on security pushing something up beneath your skirt when you tried to escape our guards.”
“Escape?” I asked. “I was continuing my inspection. Did I try to run? I stopped when you called out to me.”
“What did you stick beneath your skirt.”
I pushed back my chair against the wall, popping the lock on the left handcuff in the process. I spread my legs, my skirts sliding up my thighs. I smiled, my heart pounding in my chest, my pussy on fire as I felt my labia part.
“Why don't you search me and find out,” I said, my voice throaty. My heart hammered. My dark hair swayed about my face. The cuffs were loose on my hands. “You could see my cock grow up close.”
She shuddered in her chair. She licked her lips. She glanced at the door. It was heavy. Maybe even soundproof. There were no cameras in this room. It was the type of place that the SVR didn't want evidence collected on what transpired inside here. Maybe it was a leftover from the KGB days, or maybe they still beat people to get information.
Either way, we had privacy.
Her vein pulsed in her throat. Her breasts rose and fell. Her nipples pressed hard against her blouse. She licked her lips then rose. She grabbed the table and pulled it to the side. I shuddered, my clit throbbing and aching.
Katyusha knelt before me. Her pale hands pressed on my thighs. I shuddered as she pushed them further apart. She shoved up my skirt, staring at my pussy. She licked her lips again. The scent of my tart pussy swelled in the air, filling my nose.
“Mmm, you got me turned on,” I said. “Sorry, it's my K Directorate training. I just can't help it when a sexy woman gets close to me.”
The SVR agent shuddered. Her hands slid up my thighs, her fingers hot and warm. I shuddered as she touched me, my pussy getting hot and juicy around the lipstick, my passion soaking it. Waves of fire rushed up my legs before her touch, making me squirm and groan.
I stared down at Katyusha as she slid closer and closer to my pussy. Her head leaned in. I felt her breath caressing my inner thighs. Then her fingers were at my shaved twat. I shuddered as she stroked up and down my hot flesh. She teased me. This wicked heat billowed through me.
She parted my pussy lips. My clit throbbed, aching to sprout. I felt so exposed to her. I shifted, working my hand out of the cuff around my wrist as she peered in me. She had her entire focus on me as she peered into me.
“There is something in there,” she said, her voice tight.
“Mmm, just slide your fingers in there and pull it out,” I moaned.
I shuddered as she inserted her fingers. My toes curled in my shoes. My back arched as the pleasure shot through me. She caressed my inner flesh as she reached into my depths. She grabbed my lipstick tube with her digits. She pulled it out. I shuddered as she pulled it out of me. It stimulated my juicy flesh.
My toes curled. My chair creaked. I whimpered as she pulled me out. She held it up, studied it for a moment, then she sat the cream-soaked tube on the table. She bent back down, peering into my pussy, her mouth coming closer and closer.
“Press that finger into my pussy and search me,” I moaned. “Make sure there's nothing else in there. You have to inspect me. You have to make me gasp and moan. You have to be thorough.”
“Yes,” she moaned.
Her fingers jammed back into me. I shuddered as her two fingers buried into my pussy. My cunt clenched on her digits. I gripped her as I shuddered. My clit throbbed. Her mouth was right before my pussy.
I let my futa-cock blossom.
She gasped as my clit thrust forward. She plunged her fingers deep into my cunt as my dick grew and grew. Her eyes shot up at me. Seeing it grow in real life must be different than on a monitor. Maybe she didn't truly believe it, but she was witnessing my futa-cock growing.
“Yes, yes, that's it,” I moaned, my hands shaking, the handcuffs jangling. It dangled from only my left hand, but I kept them behind me. “Search me. Make a thorough examination of me. I'm such a bad futa! You have to make sure there's nothing else I'm hiding.”
My interrogator sucked hard. Her cheeks hollowed and her lips sealed tight around me. This wonderful heat spilled through me. I groaned and my toes curled. This wicked pleasure shot through me. I groaned as she sucked. Her fingers plunged in and out of me.
Katyusha bobbed her head. She sucked hard. Her cheeks hollowed. This wild heat shot through me. I groaned, my heart thundering in my chest. This heat swelled through me. I squirmed in my chair. My cunt was on fire. It blazed hotter and hotter with her every suckle. My hands clenched and relaxed. My heart thundered.
Stars danced before my eyes. My chair creaked and groaned. I shuddered. Her fingers plunged into me. This heat burned through me. I licked my lips as she thrust into my depths. Her digits felt amazing, her stroking touch shooting bliss up to the tip of my girl-dick.
“Oh, yes, yes, that's it,” I groaned, my futa-cock throbbing. “Blyat, you're so thorough. Mmm, you are an amazing investigator. I'm going to tell you all my secrets.”
She moaned around my thick futa-shaft. Her blue eyes sparkled. Her pale cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Her pink lips gripped me. She bobbed her head. She made these naughty sounds. My futa-cock throbbed in her mouth. She plundered my pussy.
She loved my big dick.
I loved this. She was my captor, but she couldn't resist my futa-cock. It was incredible. It wouldn't get me out of here. I was still trapped, a prisoner, but right now I didn't care. This amazing pleasure shot through me.
“Ooh, yes, finger my twat! Explore me! Make sure there's nothing else naughty in my cunt or my girl-cock. Make me explode. Suck out all my futa-cum.”