A russian sex spy – recruited

Back in the days of the cold war, spying was the most interesting of games. Mikhail Gorbenov played his part, as all good Russians must. Mikhail was involved with Soviet mind control experiments. His job; to train the female agents that were sent around the world, to entrap the men of power, bringing all the secrets home to mother Russia.

It is marvelous to work for the USSR; it makes some things very easy to get. For Mikhail it was the “getting” of females, women with the necessary talents, those worth training. He needed girls who looked good and acted bad. This turned out to be not as hard as you might think.

Summer at USTA Military Camp brought all the promising college age adults from Moscow. Mens compound on one side, womens on the other. Mikhail’s special agents were recruited from this camp. He had a small apartment at the end of the camp, in the works garage. No one knew it was there. There were no signs and it was mostly underground. He was considered by all concerned to be maintenance staff. The head matron was one of the few who knew his real occupation.

Mikhail had designed the camp. It had a very open concept. It was a tree-less, well-lit plain, well patrolled by staff. No places to hide from watchful eyes. But one area had been designed opposite to this theme. It had been set up as the perfect place to hide. Just the sort of place sex starved Cadets would seek out. It was the Garbage and Waste building, and it stunk. It stunk so much the staff refused to go anywhere near it. Each day a new group of future soldiers, were punished with garbage duty. Once in the shed it was apparent that it was a maze of bins and barrels, with all the privacy that the stench provided. It wasn’t long before these punished cadets figured out other uses for such a place.

At ten o’clock the camp staff was at officer’s mess, the camp considered bedded down for the night. The only lights visible were from the mess, and the stinking building. All was quiet. All except for the odd little commotion in the garbage shed. In the maintenance shop basement, Mikhail had his residential quarters. His living room was a bank of twenty 12″ x 12″ Sony color monitors. Here he spent his evenings watching his closed circuit TVs. It would start soon. He would open a beer, and sit and watch and be rewarded. Not many were chosen, but some were.

Tonight was bound to be excellent; the soldiers in training had been out on maneuvers, away from camp for days. The women touring hospitals, the men, woods survival training.

One of the monitors motion sensors flashed red, drawing Mikhail’s attention. A man was sneaking into the building, soon more red flashes as a woman entered from another entrance, they were moving towards each other. They met in the same place, the barrel storage room, Mikhail zoomed in, putting his headphones on, he was now a fly on “that” wall.

He had seen this girl before, and she was of high potential, aggressive, and always picking men she could easily control and dominate. Tonight was no different; it was Dimetry Diminovich, the shy tall, lanker from B squad. The girl Nadia, was tall, big, buxom, large breasts, and strong, but she was also very sexually driven. This was the reason she had been tagged as “of interest” to Mikhail, and tonight would be her deciding night.

“Have you missed me Dimetry?” she pouted to the lanky male pressed with his back to the wall. He was very shy and just shook his head. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come.” As she said this she moved towards him. His eyes went wide as she approached. He really didn’t know what to expect. He had heard rumors, but now he was about to find out. Her lips met his forcefully, and with the speed and dexterity of an athlete she pulled at his belt, unzipped his fly and reached into his trousers and dropped to her knees. She pulled the lads pants down in one smooth motion. Mikhail new now what had sealed Dimetry’s fate, this lad was hung likes a horse. “The boys were right about you. King of the shower room, you are, Dimetry!” She ran her tongue up and down his thick pink shaft, then tried to force the whole thing down her throat. The muscles in her neck were enlarged and taut. She wanted “this” cock, wanted to devour it, and devour she did. Faster and faster she bobbed on his dick. The loud glump, glump, glump of her gagging throat was all he could hear. One hand in her own skirt, stroking faster and faster. The boy stood stark, still, letting her take him.

His eyes were shut tight, part fear, part passion. She was in no waiting mood. She was ready to cum and wanted his cum, too. Mikhail could see her hips begin to buck as she started towards her climax. Her hand squeezed at the boys balls. He too started to move, her other hand disappeared behind the lad. She buried his shaft deep in her throat. He began to thrash. His eyes were open wide. He was cumming, the feel of her finger intruding into his butt was making him feel very scared. Nadia had dreamed of his warm spunk spurting into her mouth. Dimetry was trying to pull out with all his strength. He was in a panic, bucking to free himself. Nadia was determined to taste what she could. Huge spurts of semen propelled by fear and lust squirted into her waiting mouth. She caught all but the last spurt; it hit her top lip as he bounded out the door.

Nadia fell back grinning, dress up about her waist. Wet cunt open and exposed. Mikhail watched as she groaned and pushed her finger up and down her slick opening gasping, then suddenly stopping, frozen in orgasm, letting it seep through her.

Mikhail had made his decision. He pressed the switch that locked the doors, keeping Nadia in the garbage building and keeping everyone else out. He called the matron to meet him in the garbage building basement. “I have a new recruit Matron.” “I’m on my way Mikhail.” This was a prize better than expected.

He made his way to the basement tunnel, arriving to find Nadia composed and pleading that she had been locked in while bringing the trash. Yes she was indeed a smart girl. “Of course you did. Follow me please.” he said loudly.

When they arrived in the basement, the Matron was there waiting with a slight grin on her face. “Well, well, I should have guessed.” Mikhail sat Nadia down roughly in an armchair, holding her while Matron bound both forearms to the chair.”Shall we get started Mikhail?” Matron could not wait to begin. This was the agreement she and Mikhail worked under. He got what he wanted and Matron got first night rights. It worked out so well for all concerned.

Matron re-wound the tape of Nadia blowing the soldier in the garbage building. It began to play back on the screen in front of them; the Matron stood looking down at the now naked girl. Nadia’s eyes went wide as she watched herself devour the young man on the TV. Matron reached down and pinched the girl’s nipples. “Look, her tits are aroused. She gets horny watching herself suck cock.” Nadia began to blush scarlet red. “It’s a little too late for that, you little slut.” the Matron chuckled.

Mikhail approached the chair. The Matron unbuttoned his pants. His huge thick 8″ cock sprang forth. Neither the Matron nor Nadia could take their eyes off it. It was so thick and veined, neither had seen any that would be called better. Its head like a huge purple plum, his testicles tight, dark and wrinkled like rhino skin. Matron stroked it slowly back and forth; her hand not able to encircle it completely, a big drip forming on the slit of the purple headed monster. With her other hand she wiped the clear fluid off, catching a large thick drip with her index finger. She held it up to the light like a jewel for all to see, then brought her hand down, wiping it expertly across Nadia’s upper lip.

Matron was enjoying humiliating this fresh, new slut. Nadia didn’t know what to do. She had never been treated like this before. The salty scent of this strange mans pre-cum, damp on her lip, filled her nostrils. First frowning, repulsed, but now causing her to swoon, almost wetting her with the passion his musky odor awakened.

The matron tapped her finger on the TV screen. It was a side shot, showing Nadia impaling her self on the soldiers penis, her hand furiously pushing her finger up his ass, as he squirmed to get away. “Such passion my dear. KGB will be very happy to have you.” Matron began removing her own uniform. Soon she was naked, A big bear of a women, attractive, large round breasts, and huge hairy mound, the first Nadia would taste. Matron rubbed her nipples as she looked down at Nadia’s nakedness strapped to the wooden arms of the chair. She grabbed hold of her by each ear as she thrust. She let herself be drawn into the woman’s crotch. She felt her arms being unfastened. She was being pushed to the floor. Matron was kneeling over her face, pinning down her head. Mikhail was licking Nadia, forcing his tongue deep into her and flicking her clit forcefully, over and over. She began to feel the first waves of orgasm. Matron was rubbing her engorged clit on Nadia’s slick face. Where would it end? She didn’t want to think anymore and just let them use her.

On and on the lovemaking went; she found herself stretched out on Matron, grinding with her, pussy to pussy, mouth to mouth. Pumping, rubbing, Matron’s tongue searching deep in her mouth. She tried to scream as Mikhail’s huge sausage-like prick entered her ass, but she was cumming, each painful burning stroke in her ass was answered with a wonderful grinding contraction with Matron. She was completely engulfed with the pleasure. She felt the warm moist spurts signaling Mikhail’s cumming, heard his grunts, mixed with Matrons moans, and her own sobs of delight. “I’m cumming!!” she heard herself scream, every painful thrust up her ass forced more words from her mouth. She had never felt like this, abused, humiliated, but completely ecstatic, huge waves of mind shattering contractions went through her sensitive body. Her writhing matched the undulations, both below and above her. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” over and over she screamed it out. Soon she fell back weeping with exhaustion.

As she lay resting on the floor, she heard her voice playing back over the TV. ” I’m cumming…I’m cumming!” She slowly opened her eyes. They had taped her, she was screaming out her joy. Mikhail pounding his huge meat into her waiting willing ass, Matrons face, contorted in pleasure, below her. Nadia was ashamed watching herself on the TV, but excited and wanting it to continue. Matron was dressing, “Don’t worry Nadia. You will have more of this than any girl could imagine. You are about to become one of Mikhail’s “spy sluts.” Get some sleep my dear. Tomorrow you will begin your real training.

-The End-