by Reed James
She rubbed my pussy lips. She caressed me. Her thumb stroked up and down my pussy lips while she sucked. Her tongue danced around my clit-dick. My ovaries quivered. Everything she did to me was bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.
My chair creaked and squeaked, scraping on the concrete floor. My breasts jiggled in my blouse. I shuddered, my fingers clenching. She stirred her fingers in and out of my pussy. She sucked my dick, her blue eyes staring up at me with this dazed look.
“I know, my futa-cock is amazing,” I groaned. “You love it, Katyusha. Just suck on it. Suck out all the cum from my ovaries.”
She whimpered about my cock. Her tongue caressed my tip.
“You're just a naughty interrogator,” I said. “Suck out all my futa-cum. I'm going to erupt into your mouth. Swallow it all down. Collect it!”
It was so hot. I whimpered, my ovaries boiling. She was bringing me to the edge. I couldn't hold out much longer. Her fingers jammed deep into my pussy. That stimulation shot up to the tip of my cock. Her tongue caressed it. She sucked hard. My ovaries quivered.
My cum exploded into her mouth.
Hot jizz erupted out of me. My pussy convulsed around her fingers. My juices gushed out of me, bathing her hand. I anointed her hand while my jizz fired into her mouth. My back arched. The chair creaked and groaned beneath me. I filled her mouth with load after load of spunk.
Katyusha swallowed it down. She gulped it with hungry moans. My eyes fluttered. Stars burst across my vision. Darkness fuzzed around the vision. As my orgasm peaked, I caught a brief glimpse of my past life.
“I think being a futa is hot,” the sultry voice purred. “I'd love to enjoy your cock somewhere more... private.”
I gasped as the pleasure shuddered through my mind. It drowned my memory. I groaned. My breasts jiggled in my blouse. My nipples ached and throbbed, rubbing against the silk. She sucked out my cum. She gulped it down, swallowing it all.
“Ooh, Katyusha, you naughty interrogator,” I moaned. “Mmm, do you blow every suspect? How wicked of you.”
She popped her mouth off my cock. She panted, her breasts rising and falling in her blouse. She licked her lips as she stared up at me. She looked dazed. She shook her head, confused. My cum spilled down her chin. She pulled her fingers out of my pussy, staring at them.
“I just...” She trembled. “What have you done to me?”
“Me?” I asked. “I'm your prisoner. I'm handcuffed. You're the one who fell to her knees, fingered me, and blew me.” I licked my lips. “And you were wonderful. You sure you weren't a sparrow?”
I pulled the handcuff off my left hand, preparing to strike.
“I just... sucked you,” moaned Katyusha. She groaned and rose. I loved how dazed she was. “I'm... I'm...”
“Horny?” I asked. “Do you want to feel my girl-cock fucking into your cunt?”
She whimpered, swallowed. She brought her fingers up to her mouth. She popped them in, sucking off my pussy juices. A wild tremble raced through her body. Then she nodded her head. She popped her fingers out of her mouth and, to my delight, hiked her skirt.
I shuddered, my fingers playing with the handcuff, as her black pencil skirt rose up and up her thighs. She exposed more of the milky flesh. I groaned as her beige, satin panties came into view, the crotch soaked with her juices.
“I need to... to investigate your... your cock.” She licked her lips. “Yes, yes, I have to understand it.”
“Of course you do,” I purred, shuddering as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties.
With a groan, she thrust her panties down. The fabric rolled down her thighs. It caressed her skin. Her blonde bush came into view, trimmed and delicious. Her pubic hair glistened with gossamer dewdrops. Her hips wiggled as she worked it down, her breasts jiggling in her blouse.
She groaned as she stepped out of her underwear. She dropped her panties on the table, shuddering. I leaned forward and breathed in. Her tart aroma filled her nose. This hot delight caressed my nose. She quivered, her hands playing the front of her blouse.
Then she grabbed my dark hair and yanked me between her pale thighs.
Her golden bush pressed into my face. It was this wicked delight. My tongue darted through her folds. I licked through her labia, caressing her juicy delights. I lapped at her, making her shudder. Her back arched, her small breasts jiggling beneath her tight, white blouse. Her nipples thrust against her nubs.
I dove my tongue into her, my futa-dick throbbing. It was so hard to keep my hands behind my back. I had to wait for the right time to strike. Her hips wiggled. Her pussy rubbed against my mouth. Her hot, tart juices spilled past my lips.
That wonderful delight filled my mouth. I thrust my tongue into her pussy to gather more juices. I fluttered through her folds. I caressed her, teased her. The handcuffs rattled as my hands gripped them. I wanted to grab her ass. I wanted to feast on her with such abandon.
“Oh, yes,” Katyusha moaned, her flushed face twisting. “That's it. Lick through me. Just flutter your tongue through my folds. Ooh, yes, yes, you're such a bad woman. You snuck in here. Now you're paying.”
“Mmm, yes,” I moaned, her juices spilling down my chin.
My tongue thrust into her snatch again. I fluttered through her folds. I caressed her. I teased her. My tongue brushed her clit. I sucked on her. She gasped. The table groaned. Her hands clutched my hair. She threw back her head. Her breasts pressed against her blouse.
I wanted to rip open her top and see her tits. I wanted to stroke my dick. My fingers clutched the handcuff chains. I wanted to do so many wicked things with my hands. I sucked hard on her clit, aching to all these things. She moaned and gasped, her tart juices flooding out of her.
“Oh, yes, yes, such a naughty spy!” she moaned. “I don't know who you are, futa! I will find all your secrets!”
“Yes!” I gasped. I flicked my tongue against her clit. “I'm going to show you all my naughty secrets. When my futa-cock is fucking you, you're going to explode.”
“Blyat!” she gasped. Her fingers squeezed in my hair. She pulled me tight against her furry muff. I thrust my tongue into the depths of her cunt. I swirled around inside of her snatch. Her juices spilled over my chin.
My fingers gripped the handcuff. My futa-dick twitched and throbbed. I wanted to stroke myself. To cum again. My ovaries had more cum. I didn't understand my abilities, where they came from, but I loved them. I savored all the naughty things I could do with them. My heart pounded in my chest as my tongue fluttered through her folds.
I sucked and nibbled on her labia. Her silky bush caressed my face. I breathed in her tart musk. I teased her lips. I feasted on her. She tasted amazing. It was a wild delight to enjoy. A wicked passion to experience. She pulled me tight as she came closer and closer to exploding.
“Yes, yes, I'm going to learn all your naughty secrets, spy!” she hissed. “Oh, yes! Blyat!”
Her juices flooded out. The Russian intelligence officer came on my mouth. I shuddered as I lapped up her juices. My tongue fluttered through her folds. I licked up that delicious cream. It spilled over my lips and chin. It poured down my throat.
Her fingers twisted in my hair as her head threw back. Her breasts quivered in her blouse. Her moans echoed through the small room. Her thighs tightened about my head. I fluttered my tongue through her folds, prolonging her pleasure, giving her as much rapture as I could.
“Blyat!” she moaned. “You are such a whore! Maybe you are a sparrow! Oh, yes, yes! Lick me! Make me cum! You pussy-licking slut!”
I jammed my tongue into her depths, savored her pussy spasming around it. I shuddered. I couldn't wait to enjoy that cunt wrapped around my cock. I would fuck her so hard. I would make her explode on my cock.
“Mmm, you're going to give me all your secrets,” she moaned, her hands relaxing her grip on my hair and her thighs parting. She gasped and panted, her orgasm dying down in her.
She squeezed her eyes shut, dazed and d
istracted by the pleasure I gave her.
I acted.
I bolted upright, my hands flying from around my back. She gasped as I slapped the cuffs over her right wrist. I spun her around and bent her over the table before she could react. I grabbed her left arm, yanking it behind her and smacked the other end of the handcuff around her other wrist, restraining her.
She squirmed on the table, her rump flexing, my futa-cock nudging against it. I planted my hand on the small of her back, pinning her in place. I shuddered as she wiggled, her tight tush rubbing against my sensitive crown.
“What?” she gasped, blinking. “How did you...?”
“Mmm, I am well trained,” I purred, savoring the feel of her silky ass on my dick's tip. My precum smeared across her pale flesh. She was lighter than my brown skin. So sexy. An ivory beauty. “K Directorate molded me perfectly, didn't they?”
“No,” she moaned. “You are an American whore. I know it. There's something in your accent! In your behavior. You're too wanton.”
“Mmm, are you sure?” I asked, licking my tart-stained lips. “You were the one cumming on my face and who sucked my cock while I was restrained.”
“You weren't restrained,” she hissed. “When did you pick your locks?”
“Maybe your guard never properly cuffed me,” I purred. “He put them on too loose. Maybe he's one of my agents.”
“Lies!” she hissed. “You palmed something. Picked the locks.”
“Maybe,” I purred. “You should have searched me better, but you got distracted, didn't you. Such a bad, bad interrogator.” I stared down at that pale, toned ass. “You should be punished.”
“What?” she gasped as my right hand drew back, my left still pinning her in place.
CRACK!
She gasped, her butt-cheek rippling from the force of my blow. A bright, red handprint burst to life on her rump. Her ass clenched tight for a moment as she whimpered. She squirmed, her hands rattling the cuff's chain.
“Mmm, you were such a naughty interrogator, weren't you?” I purred. “Sucking my cock.”
CRACK!
“Making me lick your pussy.”
CRACK!
“Such a wicked, naughty woman. You deserve this, don't you?”
“No,” she moaned, her ass glowing bright on both cheeks. She wiggled her hips. “You tricked me. You used some sort of American trick on me. Blyat, you're just their fucking whore.”
“Their futa-whore,” I purred and grabbed the tip of my cock. I slid it to her pussy and pressed just the tip into her cunt.
She gasped. Her back arched against my left hand pinning her down. Her handcuffs rattled. Her juicy pussy squeezed around me. She was so warm and wet. She wanted me in her. I shuddered as I slid another inch into her. Her labia, surrounded by her soaked bush, clung to my shaft. The blonde hairs tickled my cock's crown as she wiggled.
“Mmm, look at how hot your cunt is,” I purred. “You want me to fuck you, don't you?”
“I never want to fuck you, American whore!” she hissed. “Uncuff me. The guards are right outside.”
“Then call for them,” I purred.
CRACK!
Her pussy clenched around my dick again. She moaned and humped back, sliding her twat another inch down my cock. She groaned and I shuddered. My dick's tip marinated in her juicy cunt as she panted on the table.
CRACK!
“If you want me to stop, then call for the guards,” I purred.
“The room is soundproof,” she moaned. “They can't hear me.”
CRACK!
“And does that make you happy?” I asked her, my hand lingering on her butt-cheek, feeling the heat of her spanked flesh. I slid another inch into her pussy.
She groaned, her back arching. Her hands pulled on the cuffs. They rattled as she squirmed on the table. Katyusha let out a wanton moan of pure lust. Her hips rotated, stirring around my dick. She tried to slide her cunt farther down my cock.
CRACK!
“You didn't answer my question,” I moaned. “Doe sit make you happy that they can't burst in and rescue you.”
“Of course not!” she hissed. “I want them to stop you!”
CRACK!
She gasped and her back arched. Her pussy squeezed down on me. Her butt-cheek jiggled, glowing red. Her hips undulated, stirring around my cock again. She whimpered and moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Then why are you humping against my futa-cock?” I purred. “You want me to fuck you hard, don't you?”
CRACK!
“I don't want your disgusting, American cock in me,” She moaned.
CRACK!
“Liar,” I purred, squeezing her welted rump.
She sucked in a breath and squeezed her pussy around my girl-dick. My dark fingers kneaded her rump as she wiggled. She humped back, taking another inch of my cock into her juicy pussy. Her warmth soaked me. I loved it. My pussy juices ran down my thighs.
“You want me to fuck you,” I purred. “Admit it.”
CRACK!
“No,” she moaned. “You tricked me. You've done something to me!”
“What?” I asked. I slammed my cock into the depths of her cunt. Her pussy clamped down on me. This wonderful surge of delight shot down my shaft to my snatch. My clit-dick throbbed in her depths. “What have I done to you?”
She whimpered as I drew my cock out of her depths. I slid it back slowly. I took my time, letting her savor my cock. Her red ass clenched while her pussy gripped me. The feeling was incredible. I kept pulling back, more and more of my glistening shaft emerging from her pussy. Her blonde pubic hairs tickled my dripping shaft.
Then my cock popped out.
“No!” she gasped, her hips wiggling.
“No?” I asked.
CRACK!
I loved spanking her bubbly rump.
“What do you mean, no?” I pressed the tip of my girl-dick against her pussy lips. “Do you want my cock in you?”
“That's not...” She shuddered. “I meant... I...”
I nuzzled the spongy crown of my futa-dick into her vulva, stroking up and down her slit. Katyusha shuddered. Her labia engulfed just the crown, caressing with her silk. I rubbed her clit, bringing a gasp, her fiery butt-cheeks clenching. She squirmed on the table, her hands pulling at the cuffs, fingers flexing.
“What did you mean?” I asked, my left hand keeping her pinned to the table. I felt her muscles shifting beneath her blouse as she squirmed. She raised her ass, her cunt swallowing a wonderful inch of my cock.
She moaned out in delight.
“What did you mean, slut?” I asked.
Katyusha sucked in a breath.
“Mmm, yes, yes, you're my slut now,” I purred. “Just admit it.”
CRACK!
“Just admit that your cunt is dying for my futa-cock to fuck you. You want to cum on my dick.”
“I... I...” She looked over my shoulder at me. Her blue eye, I could only see the one, was wild. Her cheeks burned. My brown fingers caressed her fiery ass, stroking her. My dick throbbed in her juicy depths. “I want...”
CRACK!
“If you don't say it, you don't get it,” I purred and pulled my futa-cock out of her pussy. My dick emerged from her pussy lips coated in her juices.
“I want your cock to fuck me!” howled Katyusha. She shuddered on the interrogation table. It creaked beneath her. “Blyat, I want your big girl-dick in me right now!”
CRACK!
“You didn't call yourself my slut,” I said, watching her butt-cheek ripple from my latest spanking.
“I'm your slut!” she moaned. “Your fucking whore! Blyat, just fuck me, futa! Just ram that big dick into my cunt. I need it. I can't think. My pussy is on fire. You felt it. How wet I am. Just ram that dick in me, American! Fuck me! I'm your slut!”
“Yes!” I moaned and plunged my futa-cock to the hilt in her.
It was incredible to bury back into my interrogator's pussy. My crotch smacked into her rump.
She whimpered, her reddened butt-cheeks jiggling. That smack of flesh-on-flesh echoed through the room. It was almost as naughty to hear as the spanking.
I leaned over her, planting both my hands on the cool surface of the table. She wiggled her hips, her handcuffs rattling as her pussy clenched around me. She groaned and gasped, her heat soaking up my futa-dick to my cunt.
My juices ran down my pussy.
“Please, please, fuck me!” she moaned. “Make me your slut! I need it!”
“What wonderful words to hear,” I purred and drew back my cock.”
I shuddered as I slid through her pussy. Her cunt clenched about my cock. She gripped me. This wicked heat billowed through me. She clung to me. I groaned at her silky tightness. Her pussy massaged me with that heaven. My heart pounded in my chest as her snatch caressed my futa-dick.
I rammed back into her.
SMACK!
Her butt-cheeks jiggled from the impact of my crotch on her rump. She whimpered and squirmed on the desk, her moans and mine echoing through the room. Her fingers clenched, her cuffs rattling. She was at my mercy.
And I just wanted to love her. Fuck her. It felt so right. So wonderful. “Oh, Aphrodite,” I moaned not sure why. It just felt right to say that name. “Oh, Aphrodite, thank you!”
“What?” she gasped. “Aphrodite?”
“Just enjoy my futa-cock, slut,” I hissed, my hips thrusting hard, driving my girl-cock into her cunt. “Savor it. You're my naughty whore, aren't you?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. Her pussy clenched around my futa-dick as I buried into her. “I am! Blyat, I'm your whore! Use me! Fuck my pussy! I want to cum on your big cock!”
I fucked the Russian agent. I plowed into her hard. She was the enemy of my country. It was so wonderful to enjoy her pussy. My breasts heaved in my blouse as I pounded her with hard strokes. My nipples drank in the silky feel of my blouse caressing me. My nipples throbbed, shooting bliss down to my cunt.
To the tip of my girl-dick.
Every plunge into her pussy brought me closer and closer to cumming in her. To firing my jizz into her juicy depths. My ovaries quivered. They were full of cum that had to explode out of me. I thrust into her depths, smacking her rump.