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The Special Agent walked into the imposing office through the huge double doors.
Waiting for him, perched on the edge of her desk was his boss, the imposing Ms Jones. Ms. Jones wore her hair in a tight bun. That, her glasses and dark red lipstick, her dark navy business suit and high heels gave her an air of authority.
She was not one to be messed with.
“Ahhh. Simon." she said. “I gather you’re here for your final test.”
“That is correct Ma’am.”
She walked back behind her desk placed both hands on the leather writing pad, leaning slightly forward. Simon often though the old fashioned desk slightly at odd with the minimalist surroundings.
“This, will be a test of will power. We believe it is the hardest test that a man can undertake. If you pass then… well let’s just say you can go far. If you fail, on the other hand, well the service may have no further need of you.”
“OK. Well. I think I’m ready.” Simon said.
Before he’d finished his sentence Ms Jones had picked up the receiver of her phone.
“Ms West. Could you come in please.We require your services.”
Less than 20 seconds later the double doors opened again. In walked Ms.West. She was tall, wearing a cream coloured business suit. Short bobbed hair. Dark. Simon could make out suspender buttons beneath her skirt. Again high heels but this time white stockings. She carried an air of aloofness about her.
“Over the desk please Ms West.” Ms Jones said with an alarming matter of factness. “And lets have that skirt up…”
'Whaaa…?’ Simon thought to himself. But he daren’t let any emotion show. Except for the gradual stiffening in his trousers. Made even worse by the fact is appears Ms West has no knickers on.
She is bent over in front of him. White seamed stockings pulled very high by a white girdle. her white high heels lifting a perfect arse up to the same level as his now obvious cock bulge.
“Ms West. Did you lubricate?”
“Of course Ma’am.” replied Ms West.
With that, Ms Jones began to unzip the zipper on his trousers.
“Now,” Ms Jones began. This is the test. You may push the head of your cock into Ms Wests anus. But only the head may penetrate her. You are not to move after that. Do you understand?”
Simon’s head was spinning. It took him a few seconds to agree to this request… But he agreed.
His seven inch cock stood out proud and stiff, the thick veins throbbing with intent.
The tip of his prick pushed against the greased up anus. Ms West gave out a little groan of pleasure. Ms Jones looked him straight in the eye with a steely frown.
“Only the head mind…” Ms Jones reminded him. “Ms West’s arse must only take the head of your cock. Nothing else must move.”
Simon stood to attention. The thick rim of his cock was inside Ms West.
Ms Jones looked down. What a fantastic sight, she thought to herself. Now to test him.
Ms Jones licked her fingers, then slipped them around Simon’s fat prick.
He loved it. But this was torture.
then Ms Jones slipped two fingers into the well lubed cunt of Ms West. Again Ms West groaned. After all it was not her being tested.
And soon these two fingers began to curl upwards and began to massage the head of Simon’s cock.
“Don’t even think about moving” Ms Jones whispered in his ear. “But i bet you’d like to wouldn’t you?”
“Slipping that big fat cock up Ms West. I’ve watched the way you look at her. And now the head of your cock is stuck up her arse… I bet you’re wondering what it feels like to be stuck right u to the hilt don’t you…?”
Simon was struggling. His cock was being gently massaged by two fingers in a woman’s cunt. Whilst Ms Jones whispered into his ear. Her hot breath making him tense up…
Soon Ms West was beginning to move. Simon felt she wanted the cock too. But Ms Jones had other ideas. Her other had began to tickle the Back of Simon’s balls and once or twice flitted across his arse hole. Soon Ms Jones had a finger up Simon’s arse. It became to much. the finger up his arse. the stroking of his cock head. the tongue in his ear.
He felt his prick tense and involuntarily begin pumping. Pumping his hot cum up Ms West’s arse. Ms West soon pushed back onto her bosses hand and Simon’s cock.
“Hmmm. Very good.” purred Ms Jones. “very good indeed. Right. Now for part two of the test," she said slipping her jacket off her shoulder. her blouse falling open to reveal and very expensive lacy bra...
Waiting for him, perched on the edge of her desk was his boss, the imposing Ms Jones. Ms. Jones wore her hair in a tight bun. That, her glasses and dark red lipstick, her dark navy business suit and high heels gave her an air of authority.
She was not one to be messed with.
“Ahhh. Simon." she said. “I gather you’re here for your final test.”
“That is correct Ma’am.”
She walked back behind her desk placed both hands on the leather writing pad, leaning slightly forward. Simon often though the old fashioned desk slightly at odd with the minimalist surroundings.
“This, will be a test of will power. We believe it is the hardest test that a man can undertake. If you pass then… well let’s just say you can go far. If you fail, on the other hand, well the service may have no further need of you.”
“OK. Well. I think I’m ready.” Simon said.
Before he’d finished his sentence Ms Jones had picked up the receiver of her phone.
“Ms West. Could you come in please.We require your services.”
Less than 20 seconds later the double doors opened again. In walked Ms.West. She was tall, wearing a cream coloured business suit. Short bobbed hair. Dark. Simon could make out suspender buttons beneath her skirt. Again high heels but this time white stockings. She carried an air of aloofness about her.
“Over the desk please Ms West.” Ms Jones said with an alarming matter of factness. “And lets have that skirt up…”
'Whaaa…?’ Simon thought to himself. But he daren’t let any emotion show. Except for the gradual stiffening in his trousers. Made even worse by the fact is appears Ms West has no knickers on.
She is bent over in front of him. White seamed stockings pulled very high by a white girdle. her white high heels lifting a perfect arse up to the same level as his now obvious cock bulge.
“Ms West. Did you lubricate?”
“Of course Ma’am.” replied Ms West.
With that, Ms Jones began to unzip the zipper on his trousers.
“Now,” Ms Jones began. This is the test. You may push the head of your cock into Ms Wests anus. But only the head may penetrate her. You are not to move after that. Do you understand?”
Simon’s head was spinning. It took him a few seconds to agree to this request… But he agreed.
His seven inch cock stood out proud and stiff, the thick veins throbbing with intent.
The tip of his prick pushed against the greased up anus. Ms West gave out a little groan of pleasure. Ms Jones looked him straight in the eye with a steely frown.
“Only the head mind…” Ms Jones reminded him. “Ms West’s arse must only take the head of your cock. Nothing else must move.”
Simon stood to attention. The thick rim of his cock was inside Ms West.
Ms Jones looked down. What a fantastic sight, she thought to herself. Now to test him.
Ms Jones licked her fingers, then slipped them around Simon’s fat prick.
He loved it. But this was torture.
then Ms Jones slipped two fingers into the well lubed cunt of Ms West. Again Ms West groaned. After all it was not her being tested.
And soon these two fingers began to curl upwards and began to massage the head of Simon’s cock.
“Don’t even think about moving” Ms Jones whispered in his ear. “But i bet you’d like to wouldn’t you?”
“Slipping that big fat cock up Ms West. I’ve watched the way you look at her. And now the head of your cock is stuck up her arse… I bet you’re wondering what it feels like to be stuck right u to the hilt don’t you…?”
Simon was struggling. His cock was being gently massaged by two fingers in a woman’s cunt. Whilst Ms Jones whispered into his ear. Her hot breath making him tense up…
Soon Ms West was beginning to move. Simon felt she wanted the cock too. But Ms Jones had other ideas. Her other had began to tickle the Back of Simon’s balls and once or twice flitted across his arse hole. Soon Ms Jones had a finger up Simon’s arse. It became to much. the finger up his arse. the stroking of his cock head. the tongue in his ear.
He felt his prick tense and involuntarily begin pumping. Pumping his hot cum up Ms West’s arse. Ms West soon pushed back onto her bosses hand and Simon’s cock.
“Hmmm. Very good.” purred Ms Jones. “very good indeed. Right. Now for part two of the test," she said slipping her jacket off her shoulder. her blouse falling open to reveal and very expensive lacy bra...
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