Witchykitten's Storybook

 

Sasha was a spy. That’s all that can be said about her. Like all spies, she was condemned to a life of secrecy, having a family, yet not having one. Sharing their joys and sorrows, yet not being able to relate hers to them. But she loved her job. The fact that she was serving Mother Russia kept her going and at times, she even loved her job. She wasn't in the KGB though. Intelligence-gathering at that level was not yet in her grasp of things; yet, she was a good at her work. "Never panic, don't leave a trace and don't take credit for saving the world, even though you have done so!” She used to remember all that from her days at the training camp. She knew how to use firearms, hack servers and persuade people into dispelling sensitive information. She had discovered it to be an art and she had managed to master it. And there she was, Sasha, leading two lives. Her family proud of her manners, her education and her job as a receptionist at "that office in town". Her husband was not very inquisitive of her and he enjoyed her and loved her. They didn't have kids yet, but nothing suggested it wouldn't happen soon. And then it came. Like an avalanche of good news. She was in the KGB. The best officers made it there. But, she felt a hint of disappointment. More travelling, more places, more operations and less family life. Somehow, she was determined to work around that, rather than turn down the chance of a lifetime. 

She was a Muscovite, so access to KGB in her initial induction days was easy. She would make her way down to the HQ and sit for long briefing periods, saying at home that it was a "passing phase" in her job. Her husband had just frowned and forgotten about it. A lady called Norma was looking very carefully at the new recruits. "Hmmm", she sighed each time she eyed the people sitting nervously in their seats. But Sasha was not nervous. She knew what the game was. It was just that it had become bigger - more people involved and more sensitive information, but the rules were the same.

"YOU, Sasha Asimov!“ shouted Norma, staring at her through her beady eyes. She closely inspected her. Hmm.. nice legs, silky black hair, tall, little tanned and a firm posture. She would be excellent. It reminded her of her younger days as a spy. Even at fifty five, Norma had retained a lot of her spyish charm and cunning. She had a body as sexy as Sasha's, but it was clearly withering with old age. But her brain was not withering; in fact, she was getting sharper by the day. And today, her sharpness indicated that Sasha would be a perfect candidate for an upcoming "smaller" mission. She could not risk giving her bigger projects. But seeing how confident she was she knew Sasha could easily fit into the world of international espionage. "How would you get information out of a man? Wait, let me rephrase that. To what lengths would you go to get information from a man?" Sasha was stunned at the sudden onslaught. Maintaining her cool though, she replied "Theft, blackmail, torture, personal insecurities; extreme cases, even murder threats for beloved ones." Norma smiled, "And what about the easy way - seduction?" Sasha had known that to be an answer, but she didn't consider herself to be a person who would use sex appeal as a weapon. She had a better weapon - her brain. "I wouldn't personally use seduction." Norma was surprised. How could this woman be such a novice.

 "My dear Sasha, in this world of politics, sex is the one very strong means of obtaining information. Advertisements use them; why cant spies? Men and women literally pump information out of the opposite sex. And then what’s stopping you? Any man would fall for that body?" Sasha didn’t know whether that was a compliment or not but she took it to be one. "Would you use your body as a tool, Sasha for Mother Russia?“ Norma asked, after having invited Sasha to her office for a private chat. Sasha couldn't help mutter "Yes". She loved her country and her job and this was an opportunity of a lifetime. Well, then the prince of Sardinia is celebrating his 21st soon, and we have got one of his
friends to invite a - how do I put it - an escort for the evening for the young man. We need you to serve him so well that the intimacy becomes a future source of information. Is that clear?" Again, Sasha was unsure. A 21 year old!! This was what she was reduced to. But she had taken a job, a project, and it needed to be done. And so it was. 

A month later, she was off to Sardinia after a long talk with her hubby about her getting away for a while and needing some time alone. She spent a few days scouring her new territory and finding out about the prince's likes and dislikes. And then, the day came. The telephone rang and Mikhail, the prince's friend ordered a nice gentle sexy woman to accompany his friend on his 21st. She was to jump out of a large cake and plant a kiss on his mouth as a surprise. After that, she would take it from there. The next day, a limousine pulled over, and the driver deftly shook her hands and without talking to her, drove her for a few hours. She couldn’t see where she was going. She wasn't supposed to know her destination, but she knew. She was after all a spy and knew that the party would not be at the main palace, where the formalities would be announced. The bachelor gathering would be in the prince's personal cottage in the woods. 

After an hour, the driver told her to slip on a dress in the little drawer on her left. She looked at it. It was not kinky, but it wasn't the most decent dress in the world. She held it up on the thin strips a sigh. Getting her clothes off and into the dress. It enfolded her curvy body like a second skin and showed much more cleavage then she was used to, but it was part of her job and she wouldn’t complain. The car stopped and the driver opened the door for her, holding out a hand to help her out. A warm breeze played with some strands of her long hair as she stood before the villa. A domestic servant came out of the house and showed her the way to a room where the cake already was ready. She climbed inside and got told to wait till she heard the “Happy Birthday” song. Sasha didn’t have to wait long, until she felt the cake move and then the music started. She pushed open the top of the cake and jumped up, the light blinded her for a few seconds, but then she could see about a hundred people sitting or standing around the cake. Applause resonated, as she climbed out of the cake and walked over to the prince. He was a good-looking young man, but there was something in his face she didn’t like. She said “Happy Birthday Prince Stefano!“ then she leaned over and gave him a lingering kiss on the lips. The crowd clapped there hands, laughed and called for more. Prince Stefano slightly blushed as she broke the kiss and stepped back. He took her hand and lead her to a long table where she took a place beside him. The evening was quite pleasant and Prince Stefano was a perfect Gentleman. It was already past midnight as he took her arm and led her out to where two limousines were waiting for them and a few of his friends. A full moon lit the road that led to the cottage in the woods. 

Prince Stefano and his friends drank more champagne and the limousine was filled with their jokes and laughter. The limousine halted before the cottage. They got out of the cars and entered the cottage. The prince’s servants had already prepared everything; there was food and drinks of all sorts. A fire was lit and candles were burning. Somebody turned on the music and some Italian pop song filled the room. Some of Stefano’s friends started to dance others helped themselves with drinks and food. Stefano offered Sasha a glass of champagne. She sipped the prickly liquid and thought about how she could seduce him best.

When a slow song started, she took Prince Stefano’s hand and led him to the middle of the room. She flung her arms around his neck and started slowly to move her body in the rhythm of the song, pressing it against Stefano’s athletic body. He put his hands on her hips and moved with her, smiling down on her. It was his smile that sent a shiver down her spine, but not of arousal, but in fear. It was a cold smile, the smile of a predator. She smiled back, not showing her fear. When the song ended he took her arm and led her upstairs. He’s friends where busy with themselves and didn’t notice them leaving. 

Stefano opened a door at the end of the corridor. It was dark and she waited for him to switch on the light, but instead he lit up some candles around a big bed. He came back to her and closed the door behind her. They were standing on the side of the bed, when he slowly started to kiss her cheek moving down to her neck. His hands moved over her naked arms. Sasha put her hands on his chest, slowly removing the necktie and unbuttoning his shirt. When he found the single button in her neck that held up her dress, she moaned softly. The button was open in seconds and the dress slid down her body, lying in a pool of silk around her feet. He made a step away from her, looking at the lush curves of her body. The candles waving a golden net of light on her skin. She took a deep breath as she saw his wolfish grin, but the fear was kind of arousing and he could watch her nipples go hard, like they would tell him to suck and lick them. He leaned forward and captured one of them between his teeth, before flicking his tongue over it. Sasha stood like frozen there and didn’t dare to move. Stefano took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, before moving to her other breast. Treating it the same way. Sasha moaned softly, her hands pushing his shirt over his shoulders. She wanted to touch his hot skin, she wanted to bite him, scratch him. 
Stefano’s mouth moved up to her throat, licking the soft skin. His hot mouth moved up, covering her soft lips, kissing her hard. Strong fingers squeezing the cheeks of her butt, as he lifted her up and moved over to the bed, where he dropped her down. Leaning over her, he kissed her belly and moved down on her. Stefano removed her g-string and was grinning, as he saw that she was completely shaven, not a single hair on her pussy. He licked his lips, looking again like a feral animal looking at his next prey. Slowly skidding away from him, Sasha wanted to get a way from him, but knew she had to fulfill her orders, so she stopped in the middle of the move. 

 

Stefano grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide open. He pussy lips opened a little but not enough for him. Moving his hands over her shins and knees, caressing her inner thighs. Sasha could only stare at him and waiting nervously what he would do next. Surprised she saw him stop short before her pussy. He backed away from the bed and moved to the side of it. She couldn’t see what he was doing. He reached for her hand and lifted it over her head. The next she felt was cold metal and a click as the cuffs closed around her wrist. “What are you doing?” she asked tensely. Stefano didn’t answer her, but moved around to the other side. When he wanted to take her other arm, she moved away, but through the position she was in now, she couldn’t move fast enough and he captured her arm in seconds, cuffing it to the bed too. Pulling at the cuffs, she looked angry at him. “Let me go!” she said in a cold voice. “No, you are my birthday gift and I can do what I want with you.” He moved to the end of the bed and held her ankle down, bending some leather strings around it and tying her ankles one by one to the bed too. There she laid now spread-eagled, completely helpless. “You can’t do that,“ she whispered.

 

 Stefano just laughed at that and moved again to one side of the bed and opened one of the drawers. She couldn’t see what it was, but a low buzz gave her an idea what it was. Stefano sat on the bed, holding a vibrator in his hand, slowly moving it over her belly and up to her breasts. Teasing her erect nipples with it. Sasha arched her back and moved a little under the tickling sensation. He slowly moved the vibrator up to her lips and made her open her mouth, so she would lubricate it. Her tongue flicked around the vibrator and she sucked it deep into her mouth. The vibrator moved once again out of her mouth and he moved it over her cheek. Then she could only hear the buzz and she could feel he moved down on the bed, her breath coming fast now. She could feel his hands on her thigh and then the vibrator. Sasha moved her hips, knowing it was useless to try to get away. The vibrator pressed against her clit and she moaned, getting more and more aroused, her pussy getting wetter. The prince grinned and moved the vibrator up and down her pussy, when it was all covered with Sasha’s juices he slowly pushed it inside her. For a moment, the earth seemed to stand still. Sasha held her breath, waiting for when he would move the vibrator. Her pussy muscles where flexing around the vibrator. 

“Gawd! it felt so good”, was the only thing she could think at the moment. She didn’t hear the door of the room open and close again, but she felt the bed move as someone was sitting down on the side. She could feel hands caressing her body and a mouth sucking at her hard nipples, and then a second pair of lips started to kiss her lips and to suck on her tongue. Sasha felt three pair of hands caressing and teasing her whole body. She shivered, moaned and squirmed, not able to think clear anymore as her first climax broke free. The chains on the cuffs, clinking, as she pulled hard on them. Her body arching in rapturous delight. They didn’t give her time to catch her breath, she felt how the vibrator got removed from her pussy and got replaced with something who stretched her pussy. Sasha didn’t knew if it was the prince or on of the other persons in the room, still blindfolded she could only feel and what she felt, was a big hard cock thrusting deep into her pussy. Filling her out completely and moving slowly in and out, driving her crazy. Breathing through her mouth, she wished she could touch and feel. She licked over her dry lips, as she felt the bed moving again, somebody was sitting on top of her, straddling her chest.

 Something was held against her lips and as she poked out her tongue she tasted something salty. She tasted the pre-cum of one of the guys. She poked her tongue again out and started to lick the tip of the head. A moan reached her ears and somebody was breathing hard. She tried to figure out where the third person was, but she couldn't hear more breathing, nor could she feel more hands on her body. The guy on top of her, grabbed her by the hair and pull her closer, making her take his cock deeper into her mouth, so she could suck him hard. She had no other choice then to suck and lick him, still getting fucked hard. It didn’t took that guy long to cum. He pulled back before his cum was to blow into her mouth and instead let the load splattered on her tits. Smearing it all over her tits, he moved down and started to suck and lick her tits, licking off his own cum. That was all Sasha needed and she came again. Her body shivering and arching under the weight of the man on top of her. Soon the man fucking her came too, shooting his cum deep inside her pussy. 

She could feel how the guy removed his cock from her pussy, feeling exhausted and tired. Sasha thought it was over, as she felt a tongue poking deep into her pussy. She moaned as the tongue slipped out and started to flick over her clit. She couldn’t say if it was a man or a woman, but the feeling to be eaten out was wonderful. Her body had gone soft now, she felt like she was like lying on a cloud, boneless. Little shivers ran through her body, coming deep from inside her pussy. The licker started to hum as he pressed his mouth to her wide-open pussy and she catch her breath at the new sensation. Then after a while of simple pleasure, the licker stopped and moved away. The guy who was on top of her had already left a while ago. Sasha didn’t noticed, that the cuffs and strings around her ankles had gone. She just felt light and relaxed. She fell in a deep dreamless sleep.

Sasha woke up, her shoulders where hurting as if her arms had been too long in one position. She didn't know what to say or do. She just knew that she wasn't sure what happened last night. The prince wasn’t there to ask, she was alone in the bedroom. And there was this strange burning desire in her that she never felt before. She felt unfaithful, but more than that she was horny. Slowly, she slipped into her clothes and made her way out of the cottage. The same limousine driver was waiting for her - the same expression on his face. Somehow, Sasha knew that the mission was accomplished and she would soon get recalled. 

TO BE CONTINUED...