The spy role play game gets taken to another level as the target ties the wife up to a chair and had his way with her.

RECAP OF PART 1: Melanie is an inexperienced mid-40s housewife who agreed to an erotic spy role play designed by her husband who has found a man for her. The man has a sealed envelope containing compromising photos and video. Melanie needs to seduce the man, then grab the envelope and take it back to her husband still sealed.

Identifying the man from a text description sent by her husband Steve, she shows the stranger naked photos of herself and then goes up to his room. He makes her suck his cock and then tells her to shave off her bush. As she comes out of the shower, she receives a text saying she has gone off with the wrong man.

START OF PART 2

Alone in the bathroom and suddenly feeling self-conscious Melanie looked for a bathrobe. There wasn’t one there. She’d have to go back into the bedroom naked in front of this strange man – whoever he was. The courage she’d shown in her spy role as Agent 69 had disappeared. She felt particularly vulnerable as she saw her newly smooth pussy in the mirror. What had she become?

As she re-entered the room. The man who she had referred to as “the target” was lying back on the bed. His shirt was still on but his pants were off. His large penis with its obscene red head was in his hands. He was stroking himself. When he saw her naked body his thrusts became more intentional.

“Mmm, you look amazing. Let me see that pussy.”

Melanie had it covered with her hand. “I’m really sorry,” She said. “I just got an important text message. I have to go.”

She was looking for her dress. She couldn’t find it.

The target seemed to read her mind. “Your dress is in the safe,” he said. “No need for that dress until we’re finished here.”

Melanie felt sick. How had this whole thing been fucked up so badly? Not only was she naked in a stranger’s room with no way out, but somewhere out there there was a flash drive of her most intimate photos and videos that now seemed impossible to retrieve.

Her brain was spinning. She thought of telling this man the truth or simply begging him to give her her clothes back. None of those seemed like good options for success. It was time to use her intelligence and re-enter her role as a “spy”.

“Excuse me for a second,” she said, slipping back into the bathroom. This was one place she could be alone for a few moments and think.

As she stared blankly at the bathroom vanity, she noticed something underneath the tissue dispenser. It was a familiar envelope with an even more familiar red wax seal. In it, was a bulge that was the size of a flash drive. These had to be her photos. Thankfully the envelope was still sealed. Pivoting, she looked back at the messages on her phone. That last message did NOT come from her husband’s number. It must have been texted by the stranger on the bed. She DID have the right man after all. He was toying with her to make her doubt herself.

She decided enough was enough and hatched a plan that would allow her to get out of the situation with her dignity still intact. She would hide the envelope between her cheeks, cover herself with a towel and slip out of the room and down to the pool area where she wouldn’t look conspicuous. She’d phone her husband and tell him to call off the whole thing and ask Steve to bring a coat for her.

Melanie bolted out of the bathroom and reached towards the locks, not even looking back at the man she knew was likely still stroking his cock.

There was only one thing he could say to get her to stop. He said it.

“Before you go, you might want to look inside that envelope.”

For a few moments she stood perfectly still – her hand on the door lock.

Then, in one of her least dignified moments, Melanie squatted slightly in her towel and took the envelope back from between her cheeks. As she did so, her hand brushed against her thigh and realized she was incredibly wet. Her heart was pounding like it had never pounded before. The adrenaline and energy in her body was incredible. She felt a dull ache in her stomach.

Looking down, she noticed her hands shaking as she opened the envelope. Inside was a flash drive-sized Lego block.

“Your husband suspected you might bolt out on me before your mission was fully done. After all, you made an agreement. He’s gone to all this effort, he doesn’t want it to go to waste.”

She looked back at the target. He still had his cock in one hand, but in the other, he held up a familiar sealed envelope.

He put it on the side table next to the bed and approached her.

“I promise you’ll get it, but the orgasm comes first. And I don’t cum easily. After all, a worthwhile challenge is never easy.”

Melanie stood frozen as he took off his dress shirt. He was now naked in front of her. He had a moderate build, not an athlete, but he also wasn’t fat. His body was smooth, his skin soft, but what she couldn’t take her eyes off was that penis – which was significantly bigger than Steve’s.

He took her by the shoulders and led her into the bathroom. “Face it, you’ve been bested my dear, no more games. Now it’s simply following orders.”

He propped her up on the vanity and opened her legs. She stared blankly into the corner as he undid the towel and revealed her full breasts and now perfectly smooth pussy.

“See how you’ve changed already my dear,” he said gently stroking between her legs. And think of all the things you’ve done since you shaved that pussy of yours.

He detailed her successes. “After all you were able to recognize my deceptive message, find the first envelope AND come up with a brilliant plan to steal it, despite not having access to your clothes. That’s Impressive don’t you think?”

Yes, it was impressive, Melanie thought. And yes she had changed. And that was the point. She could choose that powerful identity of hers and was free to use it as she wished. Her previous rules and limitations no longer applied.

Her life could be like watching a character in a movie, experiencing excitement without shame, judgment, or responsibility. Now she made a choice to be thoroughly Agent 69 – smooth pussy and all.

Then when her pubic hair grew back in, she’d revert back to Melanie, the responsible wife, and mom – all of her dignity intact, but with a secret identity that would make her feel incredibly sexy whenever she thought of this experience.

She didn’t need to think long about embracing her freedom. A tongue suddenly pressed against her now-drenched womanhood followed by a voice that said.

“Here’s a reward for Agent 69.”

She felt the full width of the Target’s talented tongue as its wide breadth glided from just above her ass all the way up to her clit. Meanwhile, his fingers were playing with the sides of her mound. He put his fingers on each side and squeezed them together as he glided lightly over her clit. He was purposeful and controlled, and it drove her crazy with desire.

She started rotating her hips back and forth on the vanity stroking the Target’s face and tongue. She had expected to serve him, but not this. It wasn’t something she’d normally agree to – a stranger down there. It was too personal for her. But now it was happening and she’d just have to give in. And oh my God it felt so good.

She glanced to the side and caught her face in the mirror. She looked drunk with her blank face and eyes rolling back. It wasn’t attractive, but it was raw, sexual, and showed her totally out of control galloping towards an inevitable massive orgasm that she knew would shock her with its ferocity.

The target sensed her inevitable explosion and leaned into his work. Pressing his face against her pubic mound and sliding his tongue furiously back and forth.

Without thinking, Agent 69 grabbed the target’s head. And in one of the most aggressive sexual acts of her life, she drove her pussy into his tongue riding it hard until the world around her exploded with stars and her legs shook, banging her heel against the vanity in a loud rumble even after the orgasm subsided.

She continued to shake as the target’s face came into view again. His mouth was covered with her juices. He kissed her and she felt those soft lips against hers with her own intimate fragrance turning her on all the more.

“Your mind was on your orgasm, but it wasn’t on me.” Said the man.

“I thought I was supposed to seduce you and not the other way around,” replied Agent 69.

“I was just loosening you up. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Smiling, he took her by the arm back into the room towards the desk area. There was a mirror on the wall behind the desk and an old-style hard-backed wooden chair in front of it. The target pulled out the chair, took Melanie’s arms, and draped her over it. He pulled on her arms so she had to get on her tip-toes to reach. The chair had two posts on either side which held up a modest chair back. It was open at the bottom. He deftly tied her first wrist to the post.

Her breasts pressed up against the back of the chair, but the target scooped his arm around her, grabbed them, and draped them over the front. As she stared at herself in the mirror she lamented that this was a humiliating position – hunched over the chair back breasts dangling down and on her toes so that she could reach the floor. It was also an effective way of making her entirely helpless. He had effectively softened her up. Her energy and strength were weak but her desire was in overdrive.

The target lightly smacked the inside of her legs and she opened them up still standing. She was aware that the area between her legs was sopping wet. She longed to feel his touch again.

SMACK

Instead, she felt a sharp but pleasant sting on her backside. It startled her but it also felt good. She rubbed her thighs together slightly to enjoy the feeling.

“You know this pose is a little uncomfortable,” she said. “Maybe we can move to the bed.”

SMACK. It felt harder this time. The sting was palpable. She twisted her head slightly and saw what looked like a riding crop in The Target’s hands.

“Shut up,” he said. “Do you think I care if a spy is comfortable?”

“Sorry.” She said, a bit sarcastically

SMACK.

The target came up from behind her and grabbed her hair so her head tilted back. He growled in her ear. “Much like Mr. Bond, you seem to forget who’s in control here.

He began to manhandle her breasts, bouncing them in his hands and then pulling on her nipples.

“Owww! She said,

SMACK

“None of that now. Stop exaggerating. You’ll suck it up like any good spy.”

SMACK

The ass spanks continued. She had no idea this would be part of the deal. Draped over a chair, naked being disciplined by a stranger. Suddenly she cursed Steve. If only he had been confident enough to negotiate proper ground rules. As it was, she had no idea what was to come and she also knew now that protesting wasn’t any good.

SMACK

That spank was louder and harder, reflexively she let out a scream which was immediately followed by murmurs outside the door and a strong knock.

Mortified, she watched as the target walked towards the hotel room door to open it. She was in direct line of sight. The last thing she wanted was for someone to see her in this humiliating and obviously sexual pose. She turned her head to look at the wall to avoid being recognized, but she could hear the conversation

“Yes,” said the target impatiently.

“Oh sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you,” said an unfamiliar but distinctly male voice. “I was walking by and heard a scream. I wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
“As you can see, we’re merely playing out a little scene. You’re enjoying this my Dear aren’t you?”

Melanie hesitated. She didn’t want to say anything to anyone. She just wanted this do-gooder to go away. She paused for what seemed like an eternity, knowing the man was staring at her naked body. She realized she needed to act. The last thing she wanted was to have to explain this to the police.

She turned her head around to the doorway, turning red in embarrassment as she looked at the new man. He was powerfully built, but benign. A tradesman of some kind, she thought. She could tell by his face that he was genuinely concerned for her, but also highly intrigued.

“It’s okay,” she said. Then spitting out, “I like it. Please leave us alone.”

The tradesman gave his apologies and the target praised him for his civic-mindedness as he closed the door.

“That was a close call,” he said. “Imagine explaining that to the police… and the media for that matter. We’re going to have to do something about that mouth of yours.

He popped into the bathroom and came out with a terry cloth belt from the bathrobe. He commanded her to open her mouth and wrapped it around her head like a gag. It was also something she could bite down on, but it left her muted.

She realized with horror she’d lost the only way she could establish any rules. Since Steve hadn’t done so, obviously everything was fair game. As the target began to slide his penis between her thighs to pick up her own lubrication, she began to realize he wouldn’t be using a condom. That was fine for him as she hadn’t been with anyone else but Steve, however what about…

Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of the target’s sizeable cock penetrating her in a hard thrust. Thankfully she was so wet that it didn’t hurt, but it knocked the breath out of her. She no longer cared about anything other than her next orgasm.

She was revolted and fascinated by the mirror image in front of her, a tied-up sexual animal, gagged and being ridden hard, the sounds of her ass smacking against the target’s thighs. Agent 69 was as far from the good wife Melanie had ever been. She closed her eyes but then realized she would cum easier watching herself. She could tell the target would be cumming soon and she wanted that second orgasm.

Opening her mind up to the homemade porn she was making in the mirror, she felt the next orgasm roll in like thunder. She finally became thankful for the gag as the cries that began to emanate from her mouth would have brought more knocks at the door. As she let loose the target began to pull her hair. That did it, even halfway in she knew this would be the biggest orgasm of all.

Embarrassed she felt a flush of liquid flow out of her in a torrent, She closed her eyes and for a moment she couldn’t tell a second from a minute. She was numb from pleasure but aware enough to know she was being quickly untied. She realized the Target still hadn’t cum.

He threw her on the bed and positioned her face up with her head on the corner of the bed. Straddling it, as she lay there, she felt his balls fall on her face. His one hand was furiously stroking his cock with the other grabbed her breast aggressively.

“Stick out your tongue. Lick those balls. Let them know you want them to let loose.”

She did as she was told. They were sweaty and salty and their obscene consistency as they bounced on her face made the whole thing feel dirty. Then she felt his thighs begin to vibrate around her face. He growled and a deep and guttural groan echoed from his throat followed by the sounds of the word Yes, yes, yes!

She was practically suffocating under the testicles when he pulled back, Agent 69 took a deep breath only to feel the sticky and voluminous load of Target’s sperm splash into her mouth and around her cheeks. It was pungent and she reflexively swallowed what was in her mouth without thinking, only to question the notion of swallowing a strangers’s sperm a moment later. She could feel the rest slowly rolling down her chin. She wiped the worst of it off with her fingers but could feel the rest of it sticking there.

The target had collapsed onto the bed saying ‘Oh my God, Oh My God, fuck that was good.” over and over again.

She enjoyed hearing and recognized how completely exhausted and numbed she was with pleasure.

She watched as he rose from the bed and began to run the water. Perhaps he was having a quick shower.

For the first few seconds, she waited for the target to come back – to say goodbye. To thank him in a way. But then she remembered her mission. Her eyes immediately went to the safe and she pulled on the handle. It was open now. If it had ever been locked. Her dress was there. She slipped it on in one deft motion, slid the envelope into her purse, and left the room.

There was no one in the hallway or the elevator as she stepped inside. She had not had a chance to use the washroom to clean up properly and rubbed at the dried cum that was remaining on her face. Her soul was sexual fire. Part of her wanted a crowd of young men to appear on the next floor and enter the elevator. She wanted them to know exactly what she had been up to. The courage she had shown, the desire she had built in this strange man. The full-throttle fucking she had enjoyed and his obvious release all over her lips and cheeks.

Then her mind came back to the mission. She had to return the envelope still sealed, but did it REALLY contain the flash drive? She held it up to the overhead light and examined it carefully, looking for the distinctive tapered top. It was a flash drive all right.

She got off the elevator and strode purposefully through the lobby, feeling more powerful than she ever had before. Her hair still bore that “just fucked look” but that didn’t matter. Agent 69 didn’t care what other people thought, and the feeling of her smooth pussy against her dress reinforced her new identity.

A car honked as she left the hotel. A familiar car drove up. It was Steve. The perfect getaway.

She entered the vehicle and heard the tires squeal as he pulled away from the curb with an aggressiveness she’d never seen in him before.

They rode in silence for several seconds. Agent 69’s mind began to wander back to her target. He certainly knew how to please a woman. And that cock had made her cum like no other time she had experienced.

“Did you get the goods?” Steve asked

“Right here, boss. I lifted it off the bedside table.” She showed him the envelope, still sealed. “And I hope this one isn’t just a piece of Lego.”

Steve blushed. For a moment he was no longer the boss. “That was his idea,” he said sheepishly, referring to the strange man who had just covered her with his seed. “I guess a villain wants to play with the mind of his adversary.”

It was then she realized who her real boss was. The man with no name. The man with the thick cock and obscene-looking red head. The man with the tongue. It was likely he who had created all the sensual and humiliating details. All the twists and turns. All that thoughtful creative energy that went into making this such an incredibly stimulating experience.

Still, she was incredibly grateful to Steve for finding this man for her, and playing the game with her – allowing her to fulfill an incredible fantasy. She realized now, he could, and would, give her everything she wanted, even if it was to fulfill her sexual desires.

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“So,” she continued matter of factly, still in her Agent 69 identity. “You said there’d be a bonus after this job if I did it successfully.”

“There is,” replied Steve. “There’s a reservation for two booked at the best restaurant in town for tomorrow night.”

“I thought you were going out of town tomorrow?” she asked.

“I am. I forgot to tell you. There was a third envelope in the room. It was taped to the top of the safe. It contains a duplicate flash drive with all your photos and videos. He thought a good spy would notice something like that, but reasoned you might be so focused on getting your dress back that you’d miss it. He was right. Your job isn’t over.

Agent 69 was disappointed but appreciated her competitor’s intelligence. She wouldn’t underestimate him again. She’d get that flash drive, even if she had to endure more hours of fucking to do it.