Serendipitous Liaison

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I was on assignment in Luxembourg on a particularly dreary winter day. The Grand Duchy of Luxembourg is simply glorious in the summer, but in the drab of winter it’s dreadful. Wet, cold, foggy… the low hanging clouds and ever-present fog make London seem like a tropical paradise. It was the kind of weather that a person could disappear into and be lost forever. I was in a city that hid thousands of agents that could cause irreparable damage to my mission, so I was on high alert. And yet somehow, I let my target slip through my fingers. He disappeared into the chill December fog of Luxembourg city leaving me without a clue as to his whereabouts. My trail went cold here, all I could do is report back that I lost him and hopefully the fallout isn’t too severe.

Trying to move swiftly but not draw suspicion I gently elbowed my way through the crowded Chrëschtmäert, or Christmas markets where customers from all over Europe searched for the perfect gift or memento. Breaking free from the crowd I moved silently up an empty side street looking left and right for my contact, but he was nowhere to be found. Water dripped from the ancient gray stone buildings, mocking me in my failure. I flexed my fingers and my fine leather gloves creaked as I made fists of frustration.

The misty morning drizzle soon turned to a light snow, delighting the customers of the Chrëschtmäert, but it did nothing to lift my spirits. I turned a corner and saw a small outdoor café, and though the weather was damp and cold, the café was crowded, the servers were busy serving hot drinks and food to the Chrëschtdag (Christmas) revelers. I was about to turn away, but I recognized a familiar face in the crowd, could it be?

Long, glossy, ebony hair wrapped in a severe bun, dark brown almost black almond shaped eyes accented by wire framed glasses, white gold skin, tiny nose, red lips a man would kill his own brother to possess for just a short moment in time. Small of stature but a giant of intellect, it was her! Nguyen Hoang Lanh, the Vietnamese double agent and someone who has been on my “list” for years, and here she was in a little out of the way street café in a corner of the world that Asians and Americans know little about.

I crept up on her, my steps muffled by my soft soled shoes. But I could have been wearing horseshoes and she probably wouldn’t have heard me; her tiny ears were protected from the cold by luxurious mink earmuffs. In this game that could be dangerous. I quickly took a chair next to her and her mysterious eyes turned to me and she gasped. “So, Dragon Lady,” I said smugly, “we meet again! A serendipitous liaison, is it not?”

“You!” She gasped, “I thought I lost you in Aviano!”

“And so you did Dragon Lady,” I smirked in pain remembering how she slipped away in Italy. “Or may I call you by your given name, Lanh.”

“You may not!” she snarled, her beautiful eyes darting side to side looking for an exit. “That is reserved for friends!” Unfortunately for her she was seated in the middle of the crowd, there was no way she could egress this situation without alerting the local authorities.

“Fine, then Agent Nguyen it is, or do you prefer to be called Dragon Lady?” Just then a waitress in traditional costume came up to the table and I smiled. I held up two fingers and said “Gudde Mëtteg jonk Fra, kéinte mir zwou Taass Kaffi drénken?”

“Oh jo,” she smiled, “ech kommen direkt zréck mat Ärem Kaffi!” and she dashed off to get the two cups of coffee I just ordered.

“So!” Snarled Dragon Lady, “you speak Luxembourgish.”

“A simple western German dialect mixed with enough French to keep it interesting,” I said smugly, “my partner and I worked on it before I took this assignment.”

The waitress quickly returned with our drinks and placed them before us. “Bitteschön!” she chirped sweetly

“Ah, merci!” I gushed as she placed the cream and sugar on the table.

As the waitress flounced off, the dragon lady poured cream into her coffee and sipped. “I prefer fresh cream,” she growled.

“I’m afraid the American institution of homogenization and pasteurization has reached this tiny cradle of civilization,” I sighed with an air of superiority. We sipped our coffee and studied each other’s eyes over the rims of our cups.

“You’ll never find him,” she finally said.

“To whom are you referring?” I asked with mock incredulity.

“Your contact, Agent Trung,” she said as she put down her coffee and leaned back. “My cohort Angela made contact with him not long before you sat down with me.” Her smug attitude was starting to grate on my nerves. She continued, “Angela probably has him wrapped around her little finger and is doing to him what you men only dream about.”

Tall, slim, with flowing blond hair, large heavy breasts, and a pert round bottom, Angela was a marvel of midwestern America. There’s something about that agent that made me long to be in Agent Trung’s position. Not in Agent Trung’s Ankara escort shoes, he’s probably not wearing any right now. Something inside of me snapped. I leaned forward and said, “Where were you on May seventeenth?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” her false innocence was designed to make me angry, and she almost succeeded.

You know exactly what I mean,” I growled. “May seventeenth! Two years ago! Where were you?”

“I’ll never tell the likes of you,” she sneered in a tone of voice that let me know exactly why she’s called the Dragon Lady.

“That’s it, let’s go em yêu.” I tossed enough Euros on the table to cover the bill and add to the waitresses’ Chrëschtdag merriment. Agent Nguyen tried to get away, but I grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm up behind her back letting her know who was driving. “Let’s go up to my room and have a talk,” I whispered in her ear and led her through the crowded sidewalk café. Her only response was a pitiful whimper. Although she’s one of the most respected agents in the field, she’s tiny, standing well under five feet tall and I had full control… as long as my hands don’t slip. Then I’m in trouble.

I led her up a narrow street in the light snow, then into an unremarkable door that led to my safe room. Through the lobby that could be a lobby for any hostel or inn in western Europe I guided her. “I’ll scream for help,” she threatened.

“I dare you,” I hissed in her ear, and she remained silent. She was obviously planning something. Up a small flight of marble stairs and we were at my room, I opened the door to reveal a room that was a marvel of modern Ikea simplicity, only built stronger. I locked the door behind us and realized that I was locked in a room with the most desirable woman in Europe, maybe in all of NATO, but also the most dangerous. “Tell me again, where were you on May seventeenth?”

“I’ll never tell.”

“Fine!” I took her overcoat, but I left the earmuffs, they will drown out the sound of her own screams. Now she was standing in front of me in a red silk Chinese sheath dress that clung to every curve of her body. High collared it went from her neck to her knees and it was decorated with a golden dragon. It clung so tight her hard nipples jutted out like they were trying to burst out of the dress. I basked in the glory of that vision.

“My eyes are up here!” she said huffily.

“Yeah, but your tits are down here!” I said as I reached out and grasped each turgid nipple between thumb and forefinger. I pulled her toward me by her nipples and she gasped a little bit.

“I’ll never talk,” she said, but she didn’t sound so sure now. I pinched harder and twisted. She gave a little squeak and then repeated “Never!”

I grabbed her shoulders and spun her around then slowly eased the zipper down… down… revealing more and more delicious, flawless skin as the zipper traveled south “Careful! I wouldn’t want to ruin this beautiful dress” I hissed in her ear. I could see in the mirror that her eyes popped wide open, and she gasped when I said that.

She whimpered pitifully and held her hands crossed over her delightful breasts, but still standing behind her I grabbed her wrists and pulled them down, then pulled the wrist cuffs of her long sleeve dress down. Her dress slid off her shoulders and arms and pooled around her ankles. “No bra? No panties Dragon Lady? You were waiting for a hot date?”

“I’ll never tell you that either!” but her voice wasn’t as firm as it was a moment ago. We stood in front of the mirror; she was totally naked. She was beautiful, her breasts firm and proud, the finest example of “Killer B’s” that I’ve ever seen, her nipples dark pink and erect as missiles, her areola slightly bigger around than an American quarter. They too were dark pink like her nipples, and perfectly circular. Further down her waist narrowed, then flared out delightfully to her hips. At the juncture of her legs was her womanhood, protected by a soft thatch of silky-smooth long black hair, all lying flat and parallel as if she combed them for my inspection. Her little legs were perfect in every way ending at the tiniest adult feet I’ve ever seen. We made an interesting picture in the mirror, her in her naked splendor, and I was still fully dressed. Her nipples were now crinkled even harder if that was possible. I strummed my fingers over them, and they were as hard and as tight as a rubber eraser, and she whimpered with each touch. I toed off my shoes then said, “Now it’s your turn, undress me.”

Through the mirror her eyes met mine. Was that fear I saw creeping into her gaze? She shook her head and said “I will never debase myself…” Her declaration was interrupted by the loud crack my hand made when it slapped her delightful round ass.

“Let’s try that again Dragon Lady,” I paused for effect. “Be polite and undress your host please.” She didn’t move. CRACK! This one was much harder, and her body shuddered from the blow. Concern and Ankara escort bayan maybe pain crept into her gaze, and she bit her lower lip. “Today? I did ask politely.”

Slowly, with trembling hands the tiny Asian beauty bowed to my will and began to undress me. Evening jacket, tie, shirt, they all came off and were hung up neatly, she was probably delaying the inevitable, hoping I’d lose interest. Soon I was standing before her wearing only my boxer briefs. “All of it,” I chided her.

Her hands shook visibly as she grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled. My painfully erect cock sprung free hitting her cheek as it snapped to attention. “Wow,” she gasped. She looked up at me with a very strange look in her eyes. “I thought they were kidding when I heard them call you Agent Double Oh Seven and Five Eighths.”

As she inspected my cock with both hands I gave her a magnanimous offer. “I will let you go, Dragon Lady, if you can make me cum within the next five minutes.” Her sweet mouth broke into a huge grin as her hands began to slide over my length, but that smile of victory disappeared when I gave my only stipulation. “No hands!”

“What? What if I can’t… can’t… you know…” she suddenly looked innocent, unable to say the words. The Dragon Lady blushing? I can’t wait to add this to my report!

“If you can’t make me cum? Then I will proceed to take you any way that I want, and I will do it over and over until two things happen. One, you will tell me what you were doing on May seventeenth two years ago…”

“NEVER!” she interrupted.

“…and two, I impregnate you with my child.” Her jaw dropped and her eyes grew wide. “Time starts… NOW!”

Suddenly she was all mouth and friction on my cock and balls; sweet, wet, warm, friction. Her hair was still done up in a bun and it was tempting to grab that bun to control the motions of her mouth, but this was her challenge to win or lose on her own, so I kept my hands on my hips and enjoyed the show. And try she did. Her tongue traveled up and down my cock, slipping and sliding and slurping my pole and balls, concentrating on the sensitive underside. Then she took the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked on it, her tongue washing over and around my sensitive knob.

Delicious chills ran through my body as her lips and tongue slid up and down my length, but she was just warming up. Her eyes rolled up to see if I was watching, then she winked at me! And with that saucy wink she showed me who was in charge here by slowly taking half of my cock into her mouth, her tongue slathering over the sensitive underside of my cock. Indescribable thrills began to radiate from my cock as her tongue worked on my most sensitive spots, eliciting a manly groan from me. At the same time I began to hear little whimpers from her throat with every time she’d swallow my length. “Yesssss — suck meeee,” I encouraged her.

“Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!” the little sounds of pleasure she was making were music to my ears and helped push me closer to the edge. She was good, her lips and tongue drove me out of my mind, and when she started taking me into her throat, I almost lost it right there. My hips began to twitch, jabbing my cock into her mouth, forcing my pole deeper and deeper into her throat.

She came close, but not close enough. When her time was up, I let her continue for nearly another full minute. The feelings she created radiated from my cock and coursed throughout my body, I was ready to fuck. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she sucked hard, trying to the last moment to draw out my sperm. “My turn,” I said as I crouched down and scooped her up.

“Noooo! Don’t!” she cried as I scooped her up and held her in my arms like a small child, “I’m not on birth control… I can’t!” Her beautiful dark eyes were wide and pleading

“Sshhhh,” I said softly and kissed her sweat covered forehead. “You tried hard and did good, but now it’s my turn.” She gasped and squealed as I flipped her around and held her upside down, her thighs on my shoulders and her pussy at my mouth. The smell of her natural perfume filled my head as her tiny inner lips blew little pussy kisses at me, there was no way I could hold back.

I craned my head downward and my lips met her pussy, and I began to kiss and lick her sweet cunt. She was soaking wet! I reveled in her juices, they were pure ambrosia, and as I licked and sucked on her pussy lips she began to moan. Hanging upside down, she grasped me tightly around the waist, and I was holding her by her waist, there was no way I was going to drop the most delicious, most beautiful pussy I have ever soaked my tongue in.

But she suddenly saw the flaw in my plan, she (rightly) concluded that if she can get me to cum while I’m lapping at the portals of heaven, I won’t be able to rightly penetrate her and impregnate her before they come to her rescue. She just spent the last six minutes driving me to a sexual frenzy, and now it’s time Escort Ankara to finish the job. I soon felt one of my balls being gently sucked into her sweet mouth, her tongue laving over it driving me out of my mind with the delicious sensations.

To retaliate I lifted her up a bit bringing her clit up level with my chin, and I latched on to it with my mouth. I sucked and licked on her little erect nubbin causing her to go out of her mind. She squealed around my ball and went wild. She switched to my cock and took the head of my pole into her mouth, giving it the same treatment that she had given my balls, her tongue caressing and sliding over every square millimeter of sensitive skin, making my legs go weak with pleasure. As I ran my tongue over her clit she changed tactics and now her mouth began sucking and gulping on my cock over and over. With every plunge of her hungry mouth she made a delighted little moan as I was drawn into her mouth and throat deeper and deeper with each thrust. “Mmmmm! Mmmmm! Mmmmm!”

In response I groaned with the unadulterated pleasure of having my cock in the warm, wet mouth of such a darling woman. The taste and smell of her delightful pussy was driving me out of my mind, I knew I had to plunge my cock in this delicious morsal or my plan would be for naught and my sperm would end up in her mouth.

Realizing that I was holding her safely, her hands began to travel, caressing my ass sending shivers up my spine, but now I felt a finger begin to tunnel its way into my ass, deeper and deeper, searching for something… and then she found it, my prostate. Strange thrills shot straight to my cock and brain, short circuiting my ability to do anything but just feel. “Arrrgh! Woman! What are you doing to me? Uhhhhhh!” I cried… I almost came!

In response she just sucked on me faster and deeper, “Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!”

That’s it! I can’t take any more! I laid back on the bed and now we were in a classic 69 position with her on top, taking control. She could now bring her hands into play, and I felt her tiny hands twisting around my saliva slickened cock while her mouth concentrated on the swollen head of my cock. Her tongue tried to pierce into my ureter, attempting to sound me with her tongue. At the same time her hips now pressed down, forcing her clit into my mouth, demanding attention.

With a roar I lifted her off of me and dropped her onto the bed. I scrambled to my knees and looked down at her, her beautiful face was glowing with passion, her eyes were wild and practically spinning, her breath panted causing her beautiful breasts to rise and fall. “What were you doing on May seventeenth?” I demanded.

“I’ll never say!” she gasped, “Never!”

I rolled her over on to her stomach and knelt between her legs which were twisted akimbo. I hoisted her ass up until she was on her knees. My cock felt huge and heavy as I lined it up with her tiny pussy, I could almost feel sorry for her. “One last chance Dragon Lady, what were you doing on May seventeenth?”

She rolled her head and looked back at me and sneered. “Do what you will, I don’t care, I’ll never tell!”

“You had your chance…” and I shoved my cock into her tight, hot depths with one savage stroke. Our groins met with a loud wet slap, and in the mirror on the closet door I could see her head lean back, her eyes roll back in her head as a low, lusty grunt emerged from her overtaxed throat; “Uhhhh!”

I eased back, her pussy sucking at my cock as I pulled out, then I paused, ready to strike. She whimpered pitifully but I had no mercy left. “I warned you…” I shoved forward as I pulled her small hips back and there was another wet clap, another grunt but this time we sang a duet; “Uhhhggghhh!”

Oh God it was so good! My cock was enveloped in the warmest, wettest, tightest cunt ever! After three full length stokes I completely lost control. My hips were on auto-pilot slamming my cock into her over and over, faster and faster. And now she was out of control too, shrieking out her orgasm as she drove her sexy hips back at me, meeting my thrusts, our juices sprayed covering both of us, and now I was grunting as I yanked her back at me with every lust fired stroke; “Unngh! Unngh! Unngh!”

I looked at the skin of her flawless back, so smooth, so sexy. Her shape is like a perfect Stradivarius, an instrument I was born to play. I swear I felt something click in the back of my head when I came, one moment I was fucking, pounding my rampant cock into the gash of this tiny woman, the next I was paralyzed with pleasure, my cock deep, deep within the folds of this beautiful woman, the head of my cock tapping against her cervix as I twitched and jerked in the throes of the most incredible release of sexual tension in my life.

I wanted to yell, I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t, I was frozen solid as I came hard spurting my semen into her depths. I don’t know how long it lasted, shivers of ice-cold release coursed down my spine as time stopped in this one perfect moment.

When I came back to Earth, I was curled up with this perfect little morsal of womanhood and we kissed gently. “So, tell me, what were you doing on May seventeenth?”

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