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Introduction:

This story is loaded with espionage.
DEMI

WARNING: English is NOT my first language – I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature.
So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else.

I also need to mention that the story is true, only depicting my personal experience(s).
All the names and/or places may have nothing to do with the reality...
Now, if you only came here to find a story to turn you on, or help you masturbate, then, in spite of the fact that it contains some very explicit scenes, I'm afraid that it isn't going to help you reach your goal.

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This story is loaded with espionage.



I'm reading, at home, since, honestly, I don't feel like going out...
The phone bell rings, I answer.
It's my mother.
She asks me to get dressed, in a decent manner, and come at her office a.s.a.p.

I comply.
I have to mention that I am a student, eighteen, on my summer holiday, and my mother's request is, to say the least, peculiar...
When I reach at her office, she blocks all the calls and asks me to take a seat...

To make a long story short, the idea is that Mr. Robert, who speaks English, French and his native language, has presented himself at their office, accompanied by a bimbo, as... assistant...
Therefore, since the following morning he's supposed to have an appointment at a very important export enterprise, there is no way to let the bimbo accompany him...

So, if I feel like making some money, I need to get acquainted with this gentleman, have a chat, let him introduce me into his interests, and, the following morning, playing the translator role for him...

For the moment, I need to go at a very exquisite restaurant and let this gentleman recognize me, since my mother has shown him a picture of mine, and discuss...

Fortunately, when my mother has told me to get dressed in a decent manner, I've realized that I need, in spite of the high temperature outside, to wear a jacket and a tie.

After getting a brief description of the guy, I go at the restaurant, where, with really no difficulties, spot the gentleman, and start going towards his table, while he excuses himself towards the beautiful bimbo beside him, and comes towards me...

We introduce ourselves, then he introduces Demi to me...
I cannot tell if she's seventeen, or twenty five...
Mr. Robert realizes that he is being in his late forties, while I'm just aiming towards the age of twenty...
He smiles, and even makes a small comment, but he's only whispering towards Demi's ear...

Anyway, he knows very well how to maneuver a conversation, how to make himself liked by the others, helping us all feel real good.
At a certain moment, he hands the key of his room to Demi, asking her, very politely, to wait for him there, since he needs to have some business talk with me.

After about an hour of conversation regarding his business, at the end, he tells me that he needs to explain to me, as a man to another, why he has decided to “employ” Demi...

He tells me:
“Now, Ovid, I am in my late forties, and my wife, still beautiful, doesn't make me feel like a man more than... once a week...
Now, here, with Demi, I'm able to have sex even three times per night!”...
He smiles:
“I shall make sure to let you have her telephone number after I'll be gone back in my country.”

I instinctively feel the need to refuse, still smiling:
“Now, Mr. Robert, honestly, I am not into the situation to need to be helped by other people to find me girls!”

He simply puts his hand on my shoulder, and squeezes, gently:
“Now, my young friend, I'm sure that with your looks and intelligence you have no problems having women.
Still, I'm not talking about a woman here, but about a very high class, and expensive, professional!”...

What the heck can I do with this man?!?
In fact, after he's gone, I can always forget to call the wench and... this is it!

So, I just keep my mouth shut, concentrating on the business part...

The following day, things go well.
No! Things are going very well!
Finally, at seven o'clock in the evening, I have to go back at the same exquisite restaurant, and participate at a “friendly” meeting, at a table of... twenty four people...

Since, at the table are only four women, one of them being my mother, the ladies of the dancing ensemble come at our table, and, more or less forcibly, take each and every man at the table, inviting them to dance...
It seems that the Romanian government has well organized the whole shit...

The nice and young lady I'm dancing with, gently approaches me, and whispers in my ear:
“Now, sir, after this dance is over, you thank me and go to the toilet.
The general wants to speak with you”

I'm amazed, since, according to my knowledge, all the people at the table are civilians...
So, I simply ask:
“Sorry, but... who is the general you are speaking about?!?”

She smiles, approaches me again, and whispers:
“It's the president of the export company!”

I do as I'm told, and right in front of the entrance to the toilet, I feel someone approaching me, and, very discreetly, asking me to follow him.
He's a big guy, unknown to me, who guides me towards a room that I haven't even known that existed into the lobby of the hotel...

There, Mr. president, shakes my hand gain, recommending himself as being, in fact, a general...
He explains to me that we cannot afford to be missing from the table for more than ten minutes, than, very blunt and abrupt, asks me where did he go wrong.
I'm amazed, bewildered...
“Gone wrong with... what?!?”
“Robert seems to be really satisfied with the deal! Too happy!”...

I suddenly remember that Mr. Robert, while coming back at the hotel, after having the contract and everything signed and sealed, has told me that he would of accepted to pay even sixteen dollars per unit, so that having to pay only fourteen will bring him a really huge profit.

I explain this to the general, who's only comment is:
“Shit!”

Afterwards, he tells me to go back at the table, of course reminding me that I'm not supposed to tell anybody about this little conversation...

The following day, I am called by Mr. Robert, who invites me to take a trip at the mountains, with him and his “assistant”...
Honestly, I'm not in the mood to get going, so that I refuse...

He sounds very disappointed, insisting that, if I change my mind, the rented limo will be at the entrance of the hotel after one hour from the moment we are speaking...

We say our good byes.

Not even ten minutes later, the phone rings again.
It's the general, or, if you want, the president of the company...

“Now, young man, I hear that you are going at the mountains”...
“No, sir! Sorry, but I have turned down the invitation.”

He's laughing:
“No, son, you'll just get dressed and go in front of the hotel.
You're not doing it for me, or for you, but for the country!”...

I hear a click and the phone is dead...

I call my mother, to tell her that I shall go at the mountains, together with Mr. Robert and his... bimbo.
I cannot tell why, but I can feel that my mother already knows...

To make a long story short, the trip is perfect, we have some fun, if you may call it so, then, in the evening, we are back at the hotel's restaurant.
Late in the evening, Mr. Robert asks me to accompany them into his room, since he needs to pay me for my services.

He hands me the double amount of the negotiated money.
He's really satisfied.
He also whispers to me that I don't need the phone number of Demi, since she will be the one calling me...
He winks at me, than embraces me, thanking me for all, and... gone I am...

In the lobby of the hotel, I am approached by another huge guy, who tells me that I have to get into the car expecting me at the entrance...
I am transported to the export enterprise, and there, of course, I'm being waited by the general and two other directors...

They keep on fucking my brains for more than an hour, until the general concludes that, since the contract has been signed for only a year, they will know better next time...

Fuck and shit!
I'm simply longing to continue reading my book, trying to forget, if possible, all this shit...

The same car that has brought me there, takes me home.
Before I exit, the driver turns towards me:
“Now, kid, we all want to thank you very much for all and everything!
Please don't forget that you are NOT supposed to discuss anything, with anyone!
Good night!”

What can I say? I know where I live, the times being the ones that they are...

Life goes on, for two weeks, until I receive a call.
It's... Demi.
She simply excuses herself for having been busy, then asks me to jump into a taxi and pay her a visit.
It's more than ten o'clock in the evening, but... I accept.
Why, I cannot tell....
Probably the curiosity that has killed the cat is pushing me.

So, I copy the address of Demi and leave it with my parents, for safety reasons...

When I exit the block of flats, I am “welcomed” by a guy who leads me to a taxi.
He explains to me that they are really interested to know what Demi's opinion is about Mr. Robert...

Demi is not alone. She's together with another three beautiful girls, who, as soon as I enter, finish their drinks and leave, wishing Demi a good fucking nite...

Now, a few words about Demi...
She's brunette, one meter and eighty centimeters tall, good boobs, nice ass, long, very long beautiful legs...
Her eyes are deep green, with some very strange yellow inflexions, reminding me of a feline...

Anyway, since she's only wearing a lace bra and panties made of the same material, she is leaving very little to my imagination...

She doesn't waste time.
Within seconds my belt is unbuckled, my trousers and shorts down below my knees, while my erect dick is already “inspecting” Demi's mouth...
As you know, from some other stories of mine, I'm not small, but Demi seems to have no problem engulfing my dick, until my pubes tickle her nose...

She keeps on humming, until, in less than two minutes, I can feel it coming.
I grab her head and... push.
No problem!
She gets it all, swallows, than keeps on cleaning me with her tongue and lips...

She then jumps up and rushes to the bathroom.
It doesn't take her more than two minutes to finish and come out from the bathroom...

When I've entered her apartment, Demi seemed tipsy.
Now, she just looks as sober as she can be...

I cannot help but mention it, so that she simply explains that she needed to make sure that her friends will consider going at their places, without delay...
She's telling me that she likes to play roles...
In fact, she is a student at the Art School...

One way or another, in spite of the fact that I am not an exhibitionist, I just walk naked in the living of Demi's apartment, with a glass of whiskey in my hand, sipping from time to time...
She's got a huge collection of books, and, as I can see, they've been read, not only bought from the library and exposed in the shelves...

Asking about them, Demi confirms that she's the one who has bought them...
Gosh! This bimbo is... not a bimbo at all!
I cannot help, and ask her:

“Now, if you don't mind my asking, how come that a woman with your intelligence has chosen to serve some guys who's only quality is that they have money?”
Demi bursts into laughter:
“Ovid, this is exactly why I have chosen to do it!”

I'm surely losing my balance...
She continues:
“Ever since I was really, but... really young, I was very sexually oriented.
Since I knew what a beautiful body I've got, and how men are so keen to pay for it, why not take advantage?
I reach two goals. Sexual satisfaction and material satisfaction!
And... please be sure that I am really picky in what concerns my clients.
Huge amounts of money, to make sure that they are supposed to be clean, and... not older than fifty”...

“And what if they ask you mto do some kinky stuff?”
She, again, bursts into laughter:
“They simply cannot be more kinky than I am! Anyway, they know from the beginning that I am not into any painful... sports”...

She puts her glass on the table, than takes mine, puts it on the table too, then she grabs my dick, gently stroking it...
“Now, my beautiful stallion, why don't we go in my bedroom and let me feel your youthful stamina?”...

She's smiling, while dragging me by my dick to follow her towards her bedroom...

There, in less than five seconds, she's out of her bra and panties...
She pushes me, making me lay on my back on her bed, then, in a flash, she's riding me, with my dick deeply impaled into her fucking cunt...
Honestly, I'm a bit worried, since, with this kind of a woman, I would have considered to wear a condom, but, now, it's too late...

She may be a mind reader, or not...
Anyway, she stops for a moment, with her hands on my chest, in a reassuring manner:
“Ovid, don't worry! I always ask my clients to wear condoms. Also, I am being checked each and every month”...

I can feel how deep I have reached inside her fucking cunt, while she insists to draw the figure eight with her hips – hard, but not hard enough to provoke any pain.
She knows exactly how far she can push, drag, rotate...

Suddenly, she stops, grabbing a pillow and helping me put it under my ass.
She then continues, making my day...

From time to time, she stops rotating, milking me with the muscles of her cunt.
I'm in heaven...

After an hour of “hard work” she stops, full of perspiration, breathing hard...
“Gosh! You really are something!”
She jumps away from my dick, letting herself lay on her back.
“Now, baby, give it to me! Flood me!”

In a flash, I'm already between her legs, with my dick deeply impaled.
In less than five minutes, we're both enjoying the grand finale – I can feel my jets flooding her vagina, while she's milking me with it...

The sounds she makes are really making me stay hard.
Gosh! How good she can be!

After a minute, she lets me lay on my back, and, expertly, starts cleaning my dick with her tongue and lips, tickling me a little, but not hard at all...
Gosh! She really knows what she's doing!

Then, she simply straddles me, looking directly into my eyes:
“Ovid! You don't need to have second thoughts, or have any worries.
Honestly, I'm not doing it because Robert has paid for it...
I'm just enjoying myself!”...

I don't make any comment...
She continues:
“Next time, when Robert comes here, just take care to help our people obtain the best prices”...

We make love another two times, then, when the sun is already up on the sky, I take a shower, get dressed and leave.
The “taxi” is expecting me...

This time, the taxi driver doesn't make any comments...

After less than three months, Mr. Robert is back in Romania.
He needs to increase the quantity of products.

This time, the general obtains a price of seventeen dollars per unit!

Still, Mr. Robert is happy...

I've worked with the guy for more than five years, meeting Demi from time to time...
Finally, the price has reached to twenty five dollars per unit, and, still, Mr. Robert was happy...

The quantity is huuuuuge by now!

THE END
1 comments

Anonymous readerReport

2014-12-17 09:17:12
Now I have read all Your round about 50 stories, Thank You very much for writing them!

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