Spy Land Women Play Me. Perry Ritthaler
I know where we are going. It is dark outside and hard for me to read the house numbers on the street and finally Nakita points to a dark house on the corner. Nakita looks at me and tells me she wants to tie me up and sexually please me more than I have ever been pleased in my entire life. I am so hard my pants feel like they are one size too small. I want to leave the car but I cannot because Nakita is trying to unbutton my shirt. My mind is racing and the last thing I need is a sexual exposure charge in a fancy neighborhood like this one. With my spy agency background I know this place definitely has a private security service that patrols the streets at night.
Finally I pry Nakita off my hard white body and we walk slowly arm in arm up to the front door of the beautiful house. Nakita tells me she is so horney as she looks at me; as she looks through her purse for the house key. Nakita looks drunk as she drops her purse to the ground; and then she tells me she lost her keys or she left them inside the house when she left this morning. Then she says lets go around to the back of the house because she leaves the patio door unlocked just in case this happens. The backyard is exotic and has sculpted iron patio furniture beside a beautiful hot tub and pool in the backyard. The dim lights in the pool make the evening even more romantic.
As soon as we close the gate to the backyard Nakita starts touching me everywhere. We are kissing as we stagger into the backyard. I watch Nakita take off her blazer and pull up her shirt and then she pushes me into a lawn chair and straddles my lap. She is burying her tongue down my throat trying to check my tonsils when she stops kissing me and tells me not to move. Nakita reaches over to her purse and takes out a small bottle of vodka. Nakita takes a huge swig and holds the bottle in my mouth and makes me drink. Over and over we both take turns drinking until we finished the small bottle of vodka.
I feel really sexy and crazy and drink when Nakita tells me. Then she tells me in a sexy quiet voice I love you Charlie and with an ever firmer voice she wants me naked and tied to the chair. Then she starts taking off my cloth, I go to help her and she shakes her head and places a finger on her lips, and tells me no. She is in control and I know this kind of girls wants her way. So I relax and let her strip the clothing off my firm body. Then Nakita takes her skirt and panties off in front of me slowly and goes through her purse. Nakita has a condom in her hand and slides it down Charlie’s erect penis. Nakita straddled my legs again and I am thrust deep inside of her and she is working me into sexual ecstasy. In no time I feel her climax on me and she whispers this is just the beginning of our night.
Then Nakita told me she wanted to feast on me sexually. She grabbed me by the hand and walked me over to the huge metal table patio table and told me to lie down on the table. I am totally naked and under this woman’s spell living in the land of ecstasy heaven. Then Nakita tells me to lay spread eagle on the table. I do whatever she asks at this point in time.
Then Nakita goes over to her purse and takes out hand cuffs and long cloth scarfs. I think this is so kinky and just what I need. Nakita gently handcuffs my hands to a table leg and then ties each leg separately to the other table legs. When Nakita finished I was totally submissive and unable to get free. Then Nakita went over to her purse and grabbed a red small rubber ball and placed the ball in my mouth. She told me to relax as she wrapped a scarf around my face enclosing the ball in my mouth.
When Nakita finished tying me down she told me now it is my turn to get fucked. Nakita slid the condom off Charlie’s cock. She took a cloth and spray bottle out of her purse and wiped off any finger prints on anything she touched. She then told me in a sexy voice she wanted pictures of me rock hard so she could remember this night forever. Then Nakita pulled out her cell phone and the flash of the picture blinded me. Then she called her associate and within two minutes a huge man walked into the patio area.
I am waiting for Nakita to start devouring my cock and then I see Nakita putting her cloth back on. The large man that came into the patio is wearing a mask and started to take his clothing off; and when he was completely naked he started sucking on Charlie’s cock. Nakita kept snapping pictures of the ordeal. Then the man straddled Charlie and slid his had cock deep inside his ass. Nakita is taking one picture after the other and when she told him she had enough pictures; the large man wearing a mask pulled Charlie’s cock out of his ass and moved off the metal patio table.
Then Nakita walked over to me and kissed me on my cheek and told me she was going to miss me. I watched from the corner of my eye as she gathered up my cloth and walked away. From a distance I hear the gate close and then I hear my BMW start. I am just blown away without being blown away. I am so drunk and yet I know if this comes out in the newspapers or on the television news or on You Tube my promotion is done at the agency and so is my chance to marry Monique. I will never climb higher in the spy agency. My gun is in my glove box in the car and my badge is in the wallet taken with my cloth and the bitch even has my cell phone.
All Charlie can think of is the name of the woman that just crippled his career. Hind sight is 20 20 and obviously the little bitch is not Nakita and she took someone’s business card and passed herself off as the infamous Nakita. How dumb can I be; by the time I am discovered who knows what chop shop in Miami my car will be in. Not to mention what will happen to my career when I am found. I am just fucked because she can take the sin card out of the cell phone and my fucken 5 year old BMW does not have a GPS tracking system. God only knows what she will do with my badge and gun. Is this a target program created by the Russians to make a point about their security being better than ours? The more I think the more this head ache is exploding in my brain. I cannot believe these hand cuffs are so tight and I cannot get away.
The sun is starting to come up and the vodka in my stomach is starting to roll again. I cannot believe this; the cramps are mind bending when I finally try to gently squeeze out a fart and shit on the table. The smell is just awful.
I can see the area I am tied up in and thank god the yard is a private yard. I am baking into a red tomato in the sunlight and my private parts are feeling sun burned; and my ass is glued to the table with my shit. I am so thirsty; thank god the small ball is rubber and was not a cloth drying up the saliva in my mouth or I would be dry boarded at the same time.
The sun is setting and I hear dogs barking outside the gate. Then I hear the gate open and before I know it I have a big wet slippery tongue licking my balls. I look up to see a family walking around the corner. They are yelling at the black lab; telling him to stop that and then I hear the woman say I am going to puke; look at the patio table. I am not well and these people wonder what is going on in their backyard. The father unties the scarf around my face and I spit the red rubber ball out of my mouth and hit the man’s fifteen year old daughter in the face and she screams
I tell the people I am a police officer that has been kidnaped and left tied in their backyard. The man tells his children to go into the house; then he helped me by untying my legs. He tells me I need to swing my legs up over my head and do a summersault or he cannot free my hands handcuffed to the table leg. I feel as embarrassed as ever imagined possible as I try to do a summersault with my legs. I cannot seem to stretch my legs far enough so the man tries to help me by pushing on my ass. My dick is in my face by the time I do the summersault and the sight of shit and the stench hits me and I start puking on the ground. This is sick and I just want to get free and wash this horrible smell off of my body.
The man asks me how this happened and I tell him it is a classified operation and I need a shower and to borrow a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt.
After I shower I get dressed and use the nice man’s telephone; I call my partner in the spy agency and tell him to come to the house and pick me up.
Chapter Two…Sleeper Cell
Russia Sleeper Cell Headquarters Located In Miami
You are the best one in the business Natasha or should I say “Nakita”.
The satellite pictures tell us you were back in Miami long before he was even found and untied. I can remember ten years ago when you were in school in Russia scoring the highest one in your class on the Mensa IQ tests. Are you sure this Skype line is secure.
Yes boss the