He toyed with her cunt for several minutes, scratching softly at the tantalizing knob of her clitoris and finger-fucking her with a skillful circular motion of his thumb. Then, just as he was preparing himself to strip off his own clothes and somehow guide his prick into her, Erica lifted her head and shoulders up off the bed and threw her arms around his neck.
"Oh, darling!" she gasped. I can't stand it any longer! I can't! Please, give it to me. Give me your cock!"
Don looked down into the girl's hot-lidded eyes. Her cheeks were stained a glowing pink, her hair was violently disheveled. He got up quickly off the bed, gently disengaging her hands from his neck.
Hurriedly, he unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his trousers. In a moment, he stood at the bedside, naked except for his shorts. Erica leaned toward him, her. hot eyes riveted on the ominously thick bulge which strained upwards beneath the cloth.
Her anxious fingers reached toward the hard growth of his penis, watching it pulsing steadily in a vibrant straining against the shorts which encompassed it. The slender fingertips brushed meaningfully across the rigid length, making it leap more wildly than ever. The crested crown could be seen plainly, defined under the tight-fitting underpants as the knob rose and pulsed lustfully. Erica quickly pulled the pants over the massive dick. His cock burst into full view, a live, rock-hard prick that was red-veined and angrily stiff.
The girl fumbled the shorts down Don's legs, 1'eturning her hands caressingly over his thighs until they could close tightly over the naked prick. She stroked it soothingly, babbling endearments as her fingers petted and caressed the throbbing organ.
She pulled it nearer to her mouth, opened her lips and popped the pointed shaft between them, starting to suck greedily on the head. Her liquid tongue roamed ceaselessly over his Cock, licking and lapping at the satin-soft crown and running teasingly over the little hole at its top.
Don stooped slightly, reaching for her breasts again. His hands closed possessively around the orbs and the sensitive fingers began once more to milk the girl's globes, holding them firmly and pulling them into every possible shape his imagination could devise. The nipples were hotter than ever, so hard and pert that they felt like twin cherry-stones, unyielding and bumpy.
His prick, now buried a1most completely inside Erica's mouth, was jerking dangerously, warning him that the climax couldn't be long delayed.
His entire body felt stiff and aching with held-back semen. Erica was sucking so hard and so long now… Her angelic tongue flicked over and over his cock, never still, constantly moving across his imprisoned shaft, licking him into a state of unbelievable ecstasy.
And then, utterly unstoppable, came the first pulse of his climax. The premature cream started to shoot into Erica's mouth, his prick jerking violently between her full, ripe lips. For one brief moment he tried to hold it back, then, realizing that the itch in his cock was too strong to resist, he clenched his buttocks tightly and urged every last bit to escape.
Erica's fingers came up instantly to Don's dick and she manipulated it expertly, helping him to flood her with his cream until the very last drop. He sank down onto the bed beside her, his prick still firmly embedded in the girl's mouth. She drew on it gently, kissing the fully erect penis and keeping it at a rigid, stiff erection.
They both knew that this was only a preliminary to their love-making. For reasons of her own, Erica wanted to insure that Don never forgot her. Even if she was the last woman he fucked.
She knew too that unless something happened to bring him out of his self-despair, the most highly prized, most feared Western agent would never I make the flight to Copenhagen. Would never, in fact, see the dawning of the new day!
Erica Sondgaard, unknown to Don, was also employed by Western Intelligence, though in a somewhat minor capacity. She had been detailed to keep a watchful eye on the top secret agent, as it had not escaped the notice of the high brass that he was beginning to take the:first, faltering steps to oblivion.
That was the reason he'd been given this particular assignment. It was a job which could have been carried out by almost any of the Western Intelligence men, merely a feeling-out of a situation with only a faint possibility that he would be required to see the mission right through to the end.
"Alfa" too, had heard rumors that Eva Harnecz was exclusively lesbian. He had doubted all along whether Don would have succeeded in seducing her and then persuading her to defect.
Erica now realized that their mutual boss had been correct once again! The man lying on the bed with her looked tired and resigned to his fate, the fate of being intercepted by Communist agents and liquidated. Agents who had been tipped off about his approaches to their leading woman scientist by none other than Miss Harnecz herself!
At least, Erica assumed that this was the case. It would, at any rate, account for his deep depression and fear. The fear was obvious enough, if only because he had asked her to mail a copy of his report for him. That certainly showed that he didn't expect to be able to deliver it in person.
She looked down at the man in her arms. Don was relaxing now, waiting for the pounding of his heart and loins to quieten before making love to her more. But his eyebrows were drawn close together in a perpetual frown, as if he was unable to forget his failure and the price he felt he had to pay for it.
Erica Sondgaard mentally shook herself. There was no place in her job for sentimentality, for involvement with people, whether they were on her side or not. Her role was simple and straightforward. She had to do her best to give this man back his self-confidence and, failing that, do all she could to insure that what he had discovered about the mysterious Eva Harnecz got back to Western Intelligence.
Erica stroked his hair again, smoothing it away from his forehead. He was beginning to stir, slowly coming back to full consciousness.
His cock, which had started to droop as Don fell into a light doze, now regained its full potency with startling speed. A few gentle caresses from the girl's clever fingers, and his prick soon swelled up to its full.
They lay facing each other on the bed, staring deeply into each other's eyes. Erica's right hand was between their closely embracing bodies, holding his penis in a soft, loosely fondling clasp. She had removed the rest of her clothes and her utterly naked body now pressed itself against the man's, her undulating curves moving provocatively against the rippling muscles of his torso.
Don's hands were resting on her buttocks, feeling the generously fleshed hemispheres with his powerful fingers, rolling the flaccid cheeks around and enjoying the feel of Erica's tensed ass with leisurely, unhurried pleasure.
The dark intensity of his eyes seemed to speak volumes to the girl, but speech was totally unnecessary. His eyes told of past conquests, past sexual delights, and they also spoke of a fulfillment which had always eluded him. A life-long search for a true union with a woman, a union that wasn't based on the necessity of business, using his seductive power to further the interests of Western Intelligence.
Don began to kiss her. Not with the wild desperation of their first embrace, but with tenderness and love. His lips moved softly on hers, persuading her mouth to open and admit the arousing sexiness of his tongue.
Erica pretended to resist at first, puckering her lips and making him work her into a state of helpless compliance. He caressed the cheeks of her lovely ass, holding the globes in his spread fingers and pressing the warm, willing flesh fim1ly but gently. The tips of her fingernails stroked softly into his balls, fondling the sensitive testicles as gently as she possibly could, no more than a feather-touch, a barely perceptible tickling.
His prick surged once more with vibrant passion; the crown urgently demanding to be squeezed into the tight confines of Erica's cunt. But not yet, he told himself. Not yet. First, there's a great deal more to do with her body, to make her as responsive and as desperate for it as you are!