And then, the moment arrived! Marie was making her advances toward his asshole with the hardened lip of her tongue. She had his buttocks spread widely and licked up from his balls, intending to stop as soon as she reached the half-depth of his anal crater. Then, like a coiled lion, and with perfect timing, Don pushed back the rest of his body so quickly, that her tongue sunk deeply into his anus before she had time to react.
He took over completely, moving his ass back and forth, feeling her tongue move in and out of his supersensitive anus until she picked up the rhythm herself, so awed by their sexual union that she didn't care who succumbed first to more direct and stimulating penetration.
And as Don tasted the sweeter and sweeter inner recesses of her pussy flesh, he too began to make a more direct and impassioned contact with the girl. The tip of his tongue pressed and rubbed against the inner lips of her pussy and made Marie cry out in ecstasy! He licked over the bulge of her clit and sucked the morsel between his greedy lips until the girl's cries were longer and louder and her tongue fucked his sensitive asshole with more and more speed.
Don was at the breaking point. He could come right then and Hood Marie's eager mouth with his strong abundant ejaculation. He knew she wanted that and would gulp down every last drop, then try to suck more from his very balls. His experience with females telegraphed this desire to him right away. Marie was an oralist, and that would make her excellent in relations with other females. The slightest suggestion that he was about to come, he knew, would result in her immediate placing of the cock that was now on her breasts, into her mouth. She too could interpret the particular phase of the love partner's passion.
Marie's fucking of his asshole had served the dual purpose of pleasure and 'testing.' Louisa Lanay would love it. Marie's technique was perfect. Don, however, decided to demonstrate his great control and capacity for fooling even the most expert female sex artist. He let his penis get to the point of almost final engorgement and throbbing. And, as he had surmised, Marie immediately pushed his buttocks up, grasped his cock from underneath, pulled it out, and put it in her mouth. But as she sucked and sucked, grunting and moaning in orgasm because she was so sure that her mouth would be instantly hooded with his sex cream, Don released his sex-tension, began to think vividly of the time he was thrown into a pit with three lions during one of his capers in India.
It worked. His mighty cock maintained its rigidity, but did not come. Frustratedly, Marie was thrashing the bed with one hand, her feet beating out a staccato of thumps at the other end, while her finger rammed into Don's asshole with a suddenness that was meant to bring on his orgasm. She continued to suck his cock violently, letting her tongue revolve around the shaft and head, saliva drooling all over her face as he pumped the tool down into her throat with each thrust.
At the same time, Don remained at her dripping pussy, pushing farther in with his tongue, then rubbing it over the throbbing clitoris and causing more grunts and thrashes from Marie. He licked deep into the crevice until his tongue passed the introitus and entered the vagina itself, at which point Marie demonstrated the skill she exercised in control of her vaginal muscles.
It was Don who screamed out in agony as the girl tightened her vaginal muscles to their limits and imprisoned his tongue for a moment. However, her pussy was far too lubricated to hold such a slippery thing as his tongue, which had not penetrated the depths of her vagina as his cock would have.
In a babble of almost unintelligible speech, Marie begged him to come in her mouth, 'Don… come! Come ih mth! Dong… come ih mth!'
'I'll come in your pussy, baby, but not until you're ready to come again too,' he told her after removing his mouth from her crotch.
Don turned around and faced the panting perspiring, naked girl, then crawled on top and felt her hand immediately grasp his hard cock and guide it to her spasming pussy.
'Oh, you feel good in me, Don,' she said softly. He looked down at her face, a beautiful face with a mouth that glistened with the liquids of passion.
As he began to move his cock slowly in and out of her clinging sex hole, Marie's warm eyes studied his face too. And then she spoke out softly, saying, “I’ve only seen you once before, Don. That was last year at an agents' meeting in Washington when “Delta' addressed us on internal espionage and counterespionage. You probably didn't notice me. But I noticed you, Don. I swore that moment that if it was the last thing I ever did… I was going to be fucked and sexed by Don Cabot. I've dreamed about it thought about it, fantasized your fucking me when I was alone and masturbating or using my vibrator…'
“So?' Don interrupted.
'You're better than I ever dreamed,' she said, her breath coming faster as her hips picked up speed and met his thrusts more forcefully. 'Fuck… me! Don! I'm getting there. I love your cock in me. I wanted to swallow it… but we can do that anytime. Oh, now! I'm coming…!'
Don cried out too as he felt the long imprisoned sex liquids come coursing through the small channel running along the underside of his cock, then spew its cream into Marie's vagina. Her whole pussy became super slick and more lubricated and Don's cock went through its final spasms of pleasure jerking around in the fleshy liquidness that felt so good.
“It… may be the only time I'll have you, Don,' Marie said as her muscles milked his last drop of semen. «But I'll always remember it…'
“Forget it,' Don said abruptly, spoiling the cozy, affectionate after moments of love that Marie (as well as most females) craved. «There's no room for the romantics in this game… unless you're faking it to seduce an adversary. If you get hung-up about a brother or sister agent, you11 never perform to your fullest potential. We've both enjoyed a very outstanding sexual experience. It has to be left at that, Marie. The opportunity may come again… and then it may not.'
“At least I proved to you that I am a real woman when it comes to sex,' Marie replied, wiping her flooded crotch with a bath towel and throwing off her romantic emotions. “Oh, I know, Don… I think you're afraid I might feel really romantic toward someone I'm supposed to seduce… that I'll defect to their side. Oh, no. I allowed myself to give in to my real feelings… and want to hold you there close to me lovingly… because I thought it would be safe for us. We're on the same side, Don. But… I guess you're right. It would be completely senseless for me to fall in love with you…”
'Let's get washed up and have a good lunch sent up to us,' Don suggested. 'There's a lot of planning and talking we have to do before tonight… '
It was a few minutes past two in the afternoon when Don and Marie were sipping their second cup of coffee after a very sumptuous lunch and looking out the large window of their suite in silent meditation. Marie lit two cigarettes and handed one to Don, which he accepted with a quick smile as the only acknowledgment.
'Why do you think this will be such a simple job?' Marie asked, breaking the several minutes of silence. 'You've been here over a week studying it, and two of our French agents have been helping you, haven't they?'
'Yes,' Don answered, turning his eyes from the street below to hers. 'That's why the execution of the job itself will be so easy… because of the vast amount of time and concentration we have spent on sizing up every facet of Louisa Lanay's personality, her habits, her bodyguards. She's a highly emotional creature. We may be able to seduce her in one night and have her on the plane to New York with us by tomorrow.
A typical, attractive, sexually appealing American couple-us-is her greatest weakness. She enjoys men, women and young girls too, but she goes to the Club Royale every night because it's full of young American couples. Her problem is that damned few American couples are interested in her. A few swingers perhaps, but they are few and far between. You and I combine the perfect attraction for her. She will seek us out. She will be the aggressor… and this, she thinks, will also insure that we are not agents. We don't approach her, she chooses us to approach.'
“What about her bodyguards?' Marie asked, wanting to hold Don's hand across the table, but resisting the strong urge.
'There's always one man assigned to cover her.' Don stood up and paced the floor as he talked. 'He's not so much of a bodyguard to keep aggressive Western agents away from her-she's pretty capable of protecting herself when it comes to that-as to see that she doesn't become too sexually attached to any of those she seduces for her own pleasure. That's why we have to get rid of him first… get him out of the way.'
'Does he go to the Club Royale with her every night?'
'Not with her,' Don explained, propping his foot upon the chair across from Marie and leaning, with his elbow on his knee as he ticked off the facts of Louisa Lanay's nightly schedule for search of pleasure. 'He follows
