You have been the target of a human-trafficking investigation for years. No one in my department has been able to crack down on your syndicate. Being the only young female in my team, I am assigned to go undercover to track incriminating information to prosecute you. This is my first undercover assignment.
It is months before I manage to work up the ranks to be able to get close to you and for you to trust me to help run your deals. However, what I need are your books as solid proof for a prosecutor to even touch your case. One night, after a particularly successful deal, for the first time you decide to ask me to your penthouse apartment for a celebration. I took this as the opportunity to find what I need for proof of your crimes. I turn up at your apartment in a red dress with a plunging neckline and side slits that run all the way up my thighs. It is apparent that I am not wearing any undergarments. You greet me warmly and I can feel your eyes roaming up and down my body, absolutely pleased with me for not wearing any underwear. You lead me to your balcony that has a gorgeous sunset view out to the ocean. You hand me a glass of champagne and watch my every move like a hawk. I nervously sip the drink.
Despite wanting to find my evidence, I had stupidly arrived at your home without a plan of action as to how I would go about finding this evidence. I thought I would slip you a drug that would knock you out for a bit while buying myself some time to search your place. I ask you for a tour of your penthouse and you oblige. Right when you take us past the extremely spacious bathroom, equipped with a hot tub and rain shower, you hand me your glass of champagne and excuse yourself. I take the opportunity to slip my pill into your drink while waiting for you outside the bathroom for you to come out and continue the tour. You are quick to return. I hand your drink back to you as we proceed to the rest of the house, chatting jovially and sipping our champagne. Next thing I know, we are standing outside your bedroom and for some unknown reason, and my head start spinning. I feel weak in my limbs. You help me onto your bed and sit me down.
You put your hand on my thigh and caress me. I try to move away but my body refuse to obey. Your hand drifts to the slit of my dress. You slide it under the hem and roam purposefully towards my inner thigh and pussy. I attempt to protest but all that I can verbalise are incoherent moans as you continue your leisurely exploration of my slit. I try to clamp my legs to prevent you further access. Once again, my body refuse to obey. You lift the skirt of my dress to expose my clean-shaven pussy. You spread my legs wide apart while your fingers expertly trail along my labia and eventually flick over my clit. My body betrays me with a shudder. Even though I cannot move, I can feel myself getting wet under your ministrations. You push me onto my back and pull my ass closer to the edge of the bed while you kneel between my legs. I can feel your hot breath against my wet pussy right before I feel your slippery tongue lapping up my juices hungrily. You alternate between tongue fucking my pussy and flicking your tongue over my clit. I am powerless to resist you now, not that I could from the moment I entered your room. You eat my pussy until I cum with a shattering orgasm. My mouth opens in a silent scream from cumming so hard.
You stand up and hover over my face. "You like that, don't you?" You ask. I can only look at you helplessly. "I have known you are an undercover agent for awhile now. I invited you here fully aware of your intention. I only handed you my drink after I have drugged it and did a switcheroo with the champagne after you handed my drink back to me. I want you to know what I do to snitching hot undercover cops." You whisper in my ear while you nuzzle my neck, kissing my sensitive skin and making me shiver. Your hands work at slipping my dress off my immobilised body, exposing my ample bosom. My cover is blown. I am completely helpless. I am near tears in fear of what you will do to me. I've always wanted to save myself for someone special and therefore have stayed a virgin all this time. "What will you do to me?" I tried to ask. No sound comes out of me.
Your hand explores my body, toying with my nipples, as you continue to whisper in my ears. "You are mine now. I will have you however I want for as long as I want, bitch. And there is nothing you can do about it. When I am done with you, you will be begging for more. And you will be swearing your allegiance to me!" You chuckled. You stand up and take off your clothes while I lie naked and helpless on my back. Next thing I know, you drape me over your lap, your left hand between my legs fingering me. I feel a chilly draught right before I feel the sting of your palm against my round ass. Each time you spank my buttocks, you seem to push my down harder on your fingering left hand. Once again, I can feel myself dripping wet. Meanwhile, I can feel your cock getting hard and poking the soft flesh of my belly.
"This is what you deserve, you little snitching bitch!" You croon as you spank my ass. My ass is hot and stinging while my pussy is oozing juices by the time you are done spanking me. All I can do is whimper. You lay me on the bed face down with a pillow propping up my hip so that my ass and pussy was entirely at your mercy. You position yourself behind me and rub your monster cock up and down my wet slit. You line your monster cock head against my pussy. Without a word, you plunge yourself deep inside me. Pop, goes my cherry.
