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Miss Riya Joseph? Asked Mr.Bakshi. I turned around to look at his smiling face. You are the first female agent that has done us so many successful missions, said Mr.Bakshi as he came over to shake my hand. Luck never seems to leave my side, i said as i shook hands with him. The Indian intelligence had started to train female agents to become spies and get their secretive and dirty jobs done. I was part of this programme. My first venture was to Spain. The Indian government wanted me to steal documents from a local journalist. Those pictures showed a meeting between our minister and a Spanish business man at a secret rendezvous. The mission was successful and so were the following 5 missions.
Well you do grow beautiful after every mission, i must say, said Bakshi. The old man never seemed to get away from flirting. At 5’6 i was a perfect slim. My breasts were sufficient; they displayed their tight and round nature. My figure did me proud and often helped me get jobs done. Men are always thirsty and i just sprinkled water into their hands. And you get older after every mission, i teased playfully. He patted my shoulder and we both laughed. Then he settled into the coziness of his big chair and i sat myself on the seat across the table. He passed me a file. Your last mission, he said with a grim look on his face. This mission was to Pakistan. I had to hack into a computer and get the list of all Pakistani terrorists operating in India. Some more danger for me was waiting in Pakistan. A man named rick Robinson, his fake name, was an underground operative of the terrorist group. As a cover up he ran a five star hotel. I had to use his computer. This was tough but i liked to face death. I’ll take him, i said with an aura of confidence. You do that, said Bakshi as he handed me my tickets and other credentials.
While i sat in the jet i pondered over some memories (with mixed emotions) from my past few missions. In England, i went to collect information about my target from a library and in the dark hours of the evening a junkie attempted to steal from me. In the parking lot, he came silently from behind with a gun pointed towards me. The parking lot was under surveillance. I could have tackled him but i decided to handle it differently. Pass me the keys and purse honey, he said with a smile and a gun pointed towards me. Why I don’t drive you somewhere, i said as i winked. OH yeah? Get in the car and pass me the keys, he said with a lustful look. I could tell that he pictured himself tearing my clothes off in the process. That sounds yummy, i said as i bit my lower lip. I tossed him the keys and i sat next to the driver’s seat. He sat into the driver’s seat. Turn your back towards me and show me your hands, he ordered. I did as he told me to do. He tied my hands with rope. So you come prepared? I asked with a smile. I sat down with my hands tied behind my back. The junkie smiled revealing his yellow teeth. He was young, maybe 20 years, he smelled of cigarettes and dirt. Oh you are a nasty bitch, he said. He slapped my breasts and unbuttoned my shirt. My white shirt was neatly tucked in the black skirt. The skirt ran from my navel and ended just below my knees. He lost patience. The buttons flew off my shirt as my pink bra revealed itself. I leaned in to kiss him. Everything i did that evening was compulsive. Maybe it was my inner bitch that wanted to get laid. He thrust his tongue in my mouth. It tasted bad but i kept kissing him. Then he slowed his pace. My head clashed with the car roof as i tried to take off my shirt. He kept kissing. I was then in my bra and skirt and the shirt hanging off my tied hands. There was less room so i put my knees on the seat and took my mouth away from his. Time to show me the boner honey; i said that with a desperate tone in my voice. The junkie couldn’t believe a word that came out of my mouth; he had hit the jackpot so he kept going. He revealed his dick and i leaned in to lick it. I wanted it. I craved for this. The frustration showed itself. I covered his penis with my mouth. It tasted of sweat and something with a bad taste, but i kept going. Can you take the rope off i just wanna get laid, i said with a fed up tone. He slapped my face and then kissed me. In the process he took the rope off. My shirt came off. Our tongues wrestled. He unhooked my bra. I took it off and began to remove his sweatshirt. He slapped my face again and pushed my face to his cock.
I embraced his cock with my hands and began to work on it. I licked the top, and then placed it between my breasts. His cock moved up and down my cleavage as i caressed it with my breasts. Slap me, i begged. He slapped my face. He gripped me by my hips and managed to push me to the back seat. After managing to join me on the backseat, he began to kiss me and lifted my skirt. He flipped me over as he brought down my panties. My skirt bundled up over my belly. He spanked my ass. Aahhhh,i moaned. My knees were on the seat and my palm on the window. I felt his cock enter my anus. With trouble it entered me and i moaned with pain. But then i began to enjoy the pain. With every blow my body trembled with a mixed emotion of pain and pleasure. He pulled me to him by pulling my hair. Pain was just another form of pleasure and i wanted it in every possible way. He kissed my neck. With his right hand on my belly and the other squeezing my tits, he kept rocking me. We kept at it for another 5 minutes. I turned around and made him lie on the seats. As i moved my hands over his chest i went over to kiss him. Our tongues mingled and i rubbed his dick on my pussy with one hand. His dick entered my pussy. I took my mouth away from him and started to ride him. He held my breasts as i bounced on him. In the next five minutes i asked him to slap me a couple of times. I moved my hips, making his penis dance as it entered me. I was in a trance. The junkie was clearly exhausted. I think he cummed a couple of times but kept going. I had hit multiple orgasms, but i wasn’t satisfied. Baby it’s time to use your mouth, said the drained junkie. I smiled and moved my finger over his lips. Yea baby, swallow cum, he said desperately. I went down on him and as soon as i touched his cock, he ejaculated. I took the sprinkles to my face and managed to take the rest in my mouth. I swallowed it as i looked into his eyes. He had a satisfied look on his face. He clutched softly at my breasts and had a smile on his face. My hand jabbed his throats vital region. I made another attempt at his throat and he was stone still. He didn’t breathe. I quickly dressed myself. My shirts button was missing; i searched for the junkie’s sweatshirt and wore it instead of my shirt. Now i had a corpse to worry about but that was no big issue. That was the only excited thing about that mission.
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