Sitting in the pull down seat in the back of the C-130 I had plenty of time to think. The flight back to the states would take eleven hours. I smiled, knowing I would get three weeks off when I had debriefed and knowing that I had completed my mission successfully.
My thoughts drifted for a few seconds to Mac Williams, the man who had the assignment first. His body had been found a month before we had been sent in to do what he didn't do. Sometimes training for the messy parts of the job wasn't enough. His approach had been too direct.
I knew when we landed at Andrews we would be taken to Langley for debriefing. I also knew that my boss, Melissa Chandler, would have some good food waiting for me as the debriefing began. Three months of crappy food is enough. I needed some good food.
Thinking about the debriefing I began reviewing the mission.
I had flown to Athens on the tenth of April, commercial, coach. My passport said my name was Nick Chaykin, 39, from Denver Colorado. It was close, but not exactly accurate. On the flight over I listened to the mission briefing on my iPod. I listened four times. I was intrigued. I was getting a partner for this assignment. I usually worked alone. I'd met her a few times in the past, but meeting isn't the same as working together. The plan we would be using was hers. I got to plan a significant part, but the mission was hers.
From the airport in Athens I boarded a smaller jet and flew into what used to be the soviet union. When I reached my destination city I took a taxi to my hotel. My instructions told me to ask for messages at the front desk. I would have already been checked in and the message envelope would contain my room key. I asked the clerk if I had any messages and she gave me a yellow envelope with my name printed neatly on the front.
Inside the men's room I opened the envelope and found a room key and a small piece of paper with the room number written on it: 321. I flushed the paper and went to room 321. My mind wondered if my partner would already be inside or if she would arrive later.
When the door opened I heard noises coming from the bathroom. The shower was on. I parked my suitcase, locked the door and crept to the bathroom door. From what I could hear there was someone inside and inside the shower as well. I moved to the large bed and sat down to wait.
The shower shut off and I listened to the sounds of someone taking care of their after-shower ritual. The blow dryer came on and less than two minutes later went off. Water ran in the sink. The door opened and my partner came out of the bathroom, her head wrapped in a towel and otherwise completely naked. One step into the room and she froze, seeing me sitting on the bed.
"Hi Honey!" She said, as if we were lovers in a long relationship. "Did you miss me?"
"More than I can explain." I said. "More than I ever have before."
She came to me, straddled my legs and planted a couple of enthusiastic kisses on me. She must have suspected or known the room was bugged, maybe with both audio and video. From where I was that act appeared real, and I was very close to the act.
After a couple kisses she slowly got off the bed and asked, "Shall I dress or would you rather we play for a little while first?"
If we were being watched they might expect that a man who had been away from his wife/woman for a month would want some action as soon as he got back to her. I said, "I'd like to play. However, I'll need to scrub some of the road dust off before I'll feel right about invading your body. Did you leave me a dry towel?"
She said, "There are four, just as you like. If you would allow me, I'd like to scrub you myself."
She helped me undress and led me into the bathroom. She started the water running and when it was the right temperature she let me get into the spray. She followed me in and did a very good job of getting all the road dust off of me. She got close to my ear a few times and whispered bits of information to me, covered by the sounds of the shower.
She had found three bugs in the room. One video and two audio. The video looked at the bedroom and one audio was in the bathroom, near the sink and the other was in the lamp beside the bed.
When I was clean she said, "Would you like me to suck you?" I remembered that she was supposed to be a submissive wife to my dominant husband.
"No. I would like you to dry me off and then take your position on the bed so that I may fuck your face."
"As you wish." She got out of the shower, grabbed a dry towel and when I got out she started drying me. She used four towels to get me dry. One for my hair and face. One for my arms and legs. One for my torso and the last for my ass and cock. When I was done she asked, "Shall I dry myself?"
"No. Stay wet. On your back on the bed, with your head off the foot."
"Yes, Nick." She said as her moved to quickly follow my instruction. She climbed on the bed so she was on her back, legs spread wide, arms extended and her head hanging off the end of the bed.
I remembered looking at her, presented to me that first time and marveling at how beautiful she was. She was, or appeared to be, in her early thirties, about five eight, slender with ribs that showed and breasts that were at least "C" cup but possibly "D" cupped. Both nipples were pierced with gold rings three quarters of an inch in diameter. Her clitoral hood was pierced as well with an identical ring. I saw no scars on her at all.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. I stepped to her and slid my cock into her mouth. She kept her eyes closed and didn't take any initiative. I said, "Suck me."
It was as if someone had thrown a switch and a vacuum had come on. Her mouth closed around my cock and her tongue went to work as she sucked me. It didn't take long before I had grown in her mouth to a full erection. I began pumping in and out of her mouth. She didn't move anything except her mouth and tongue.
My hands went to her breasts and pinched them. She moaned.
I pulled completely out of her mouth. She kept it open and kept her eyes closed.
"You like me to pinch your nipples, don't you?" I asked.
"I like pleasing you. If you are pleased by pinching my nipples then I love being pinched."
I pinched and twisted her nipples. As I did I lifted them, extending her breasts upwards. She moaned and thanked me. I pushed my cock back into her face and began fucking in and out of her face. Every fourth stroke in I pinched her nipples harder. I told her how pleased I was with her welcome back party.
"You kept yourself ready for me while I was away, didn't you?" "You haven't fucked anyone while I was gone, have you?" "You know my friends will fuck you this week. They will believe you love fucking them, and you will have orgasms with their cocks inside you."
I was stroking all the way into her throat with every stroke. She didn't gag once. Playing her role as my sub was her job and, I believed, her nature. The words I spoke were for whoever was listening. I had never been with her intimately before opening the door to the room we were in. I stroked into her and reached to her pussy, stroking across her clit and into her wet folds.
"You may cum. When I cum you will please swallow."
My fingers probed into her wet, slippery cunt, fucking her with my fingers as my cock fucked her face. My pubic bone pressed against her nose at the bottom of each stroke. I could feel myself pushing into her throat and her timing her breaths in for when my cock was barely in her mouth.
When I was close to cumming I tugged at the ring through her hood. Her back arched ever so slightly and she moaned. I pumped into her faster and harder until I pushed in deep and held still while my cock spewed my seed into her throat. She still did not gag.
Without drawing out of her mouth I bent forward and pushed my face into her cunt. Her legs didn't close at all, but remained open to me. Within seconds she moaned again and came. Her body trembled and shook. Her breath came in gasps and her hands grasped the bedspread.
After a few seconds I stood back up and pulled out of her mouth. Looking down at her face I saw that she still held her eyes closed. "Look at me." I whispered.
Her eyes opened and I saw a tear at the corner of her eye. I asked, "If you dress for dinner, what will you wear?"
"There is a deep purple dress hanging in the closet. You gave it to me before you left. I would wear it for you."
"Thigh high stockings and three inch sandals, please. Dress."
She dressed in the purple dress, stockings and sandals. No bra or panties. I suspected she possessed neither. From my briefcase I got a pendant.
I said, "Lift the dress for me, please." She lifted it, baring her self from the waist down. I attached the pendant to her clitoral ring. It hung from a three inch long silver chain. It contained a micro recorder good for eight hours of audio and it looked like a huge jewel.
"Thank you. You look wonderfully. Have you eaten meat while I was away?"
"No. You said not to." She looked at my chest, not at my eyes.
"Tonight you may order meat, of any kind. You will cut your dinner into bite sized pieces and I will feed them to you. You will thank me for each bite."
"Yes, Nick."
I took her hand in mine and we left the room. In the elevator I lifted her dress and caressed her ass. She thanked me. In the dining room we were shown to a table for four. The person who led us to the table did not remove the extra two place settings. She sat to my left, not across from me. Just before she sat she opened a napkin and spread it on the chair, pulled her dress' skirt up and sat. She had been well trained.
As I looked at the menu she didn't touch hers. Finally I said, "You may read and choose for yourself, if you like. Otherwise I shall choose for you."
She didn't move. She softly said, "Thank you, Nick."
Two people came to our table and stood. The man stood across the table from me. The woman with him stood across from Shannon, my woman. He stood close to the chair while she stood a full step back, with eyes on the floor and arms at her side.
"Mr. Chaykin?" He asked. I stood and extended my hand.
"I am. Would you like to join me?" He shook my hand and pulled his chair back. He noticed that I spoke as if each of us was alone.
"I am Ivan Petrovich." He looked from my face to his female companion. I nodded slightly. He made a nearly imperceptible motion with his hand and she sat across from Shannon.
Ivan said, "It appears we have something in common. My companion is known as Pet. She is well trained as my pet and behaves quite as a woman should, I believe. Oh, and she is quite deaf."
"That could be an advantage in some situations." I said.
"Yes. I do not worry that she may betray a confidence or hear something I do not wish to have repeated."
"My companion is Shannon and she hears exceptionally well. Anything one might wish to say to me can be said in front of Shannon. She only speaks to me."
"Even when you are apart? How does she get things done if she does not speak?"
