They snogged for a few more minutes while Con’s hands wandered over her firm curvy body, sliding under her bum to squeeze it forcefully. Every time Claire came up for air, Con pulled her face back down to his, whispering, “Don’t stop. Make it more believable.”
Eventually, Con leant back. “Claire, you’re doing brilliantly. Give me your hand though. I think we need to go a step further to allay any suspicion. Here,” he said taking her hand and placing on the bulge at his crotch.
Claire was horrified but was careful not to pull her hand away in disgust. “Oh, my god! You’ve got an erection.”
Con nodded. “Of course. Remember I need to be in character. What man wouldn’t get an erection after feeling your large bouncy breasts and tight sexy butt?”
“Oh,” Claire replied, “I hadn’t thought of that. But do I really have to touch your cock?”
“Of course. Remember as far as the terrorists are concerned you’re really attracted to me, even if it’s because I’m rich. You have to keep pretending. Go on, give it a squeeze.”
Claire complied by reaching down with her left hand and stroking his bulge while he continued to kiss her long smooth neck, wincing at Con’s roughness as he tweaked her nipples mercilessly.
After a while, Claire whispered in Con’s ear. “Are they still watching?” she said, beginning to turn her head to look around.
Con hissed, “Stop! Don’t look,” before sliding his hand up her t-shirt and over her bra to grope her massive tits.
Matters continued in this vein for a while, Claire rubbing Con’s bulge while he fondled her breasts until, at some unseen signal and to Claire’s relief, he said, “Right. They’ve gone. Let’s get out of here.”
Claire grabbed her bag and, at Con’s guidance, held it casually in front of his rampant crotch while they left.
Outside the cool summer air stiffened her nipples. Her original taxi was long gone. She turned to say goodbye to him but he grabbed her suddenly and pulled her into the alley at the side of the club, taking her down to the end which was quiet and dark.
“What’s wrong?” Claire whispered, scared at Con’s sudden intensity.
Con looked around before answering. “I think I saw them watching. I didn’t want them to follow you home so I thought we should stagger our departures. I’ll leave first and draw them off.”
“Oh, thanks,” Claire said gratefully, dazed by his courage.
“But first, we need to think of some reason the two of us have come down this alley together,” Con pondered. “I just don’t know. Can you think of anything?”
Claire thought for a while before answering brightly. “Oh, I know! We could pretend we’ve come down here for sex. After all you’ve still got your erection and maybe you just couldn’t wait for me to satisfy it for you!” she said, pleased with her creativity.
“Brilliant, Claire! You know, you could make a great MI5 officer. Why don’t you get fantastic tits out? And remember anything I say or do is all part of the act.”
Claire lifted up her t-shirt and unclasped her bra before pulling it up and releasing her colossal creamy freckled boobs.
Con whispered, “Oh fuck!” before bending down to lick and suck her high stiff red nipples.
Claire held his head to her boobs, moaning in simulated pleasure as he slurped on her perfect breasts until he lifted his head.
“Claire, we might need to be even more convincing. It’s possible that they could be watching us right now with an infrared telescope.”
Claire looked up the alley but couldn’t see anyone. She thought a little more. “Oh. Well why don’t I suck your cock? They’ll be able to see it really clearly and then they won’t doubt that I’m your girl!”
Con cleared his throat. “Um, yes, that’s a really good idea.” He unzipped his flies.
Before she knew it, Claire was kneeling in the litter at his feet, her mouth full of his disagreeable penis which was small and tasted obnoxious, another part of his disguise, he assured her. Claire did her best to act as if she were enjoying the experience though, moaning around his erection and slurping enthusiastically as she alternately bobbed and slid her agile tongue around his foreskin.
Fairly soon she began to taste salty pre-cum and so she redoubled her efforts allowing Con to grab her rich auburn hair and fuck her mouth savagely.
“Oh fuck yes,” Con cried in ecstasy as he spurted generously over her tongue, impressing Claire with his attention to detail. Anyone would have thought he was making love to her mouth for the pleasure of it rather than to do his duty.
Unfortunately though, Claire was left with a mouthful of the most repugnant jism she had ever tasted, and over the last few months she had tasted some pretty rank cum. She thought about what Con’s pretend girlfriend would do next. She knew what the answer was.
Claire, thinking of Queen and country, took a deep breath and swallowed.
After he had recovered, Con gave Claire a hug, squeezing her pert buttocks while nuzzling his face between her fabulous knockers. “Thanks, Claire. You’ve done brilliantly. You’ve made your country proud.”
Claire blushed as she wiped a few drops of stray spunk off her chin. “Oh, thank you so much, Con. By the way, is that your real name?”
“I’m afraid I can’t answer that – it’s classified. You are aware of course that you are now bound by the term of the 1923 Official Secrets Act. You can tell no-one about this encounter.”
“Of course. I won’t tell a soul,” Claire replied earnestly.
“So, Claire, how have you enjoyed your first taste of being a secret agent?” Con asked.
“Well the taste wasn’t so good but it was really exciting, you know, doing something so dangerous,” she said, eyes bright with exhilaration.
“Claire, I’ve been really impressed with you. I wouldn’t normally ask this but would you be willing to help me out again on some low-risk activity? I think you might have what it takes to be a great officer.”
Claire couldn’t believe it. She was being asked to become a spy! Her chest swelled with pride. She paused to savour the moment, took a deep breath and replied.
“Of course! Do you want my number?”
The next day Claire kept an eye out in case she was being followed. Very quickly she began to feel that every man she met was watching her. At first she worried that she might be being stalked by terrorists but then she realised that none of them were looking at her face, just her substantial bosom and her tight peachy butt.
She also kept her mobile close in case Con called. She even browsed the MI5 website, to see if there were any tips she might pick up in her new undercover role.
She’d made her peace with Danny but of course she couldn’t tell him what had happened for two reasons: first, she had to keep her identity and activities secret. And second, Danny wouldn’t have been too happy that Claire had sucked off another man, even if it were for reasons of national security. Luckily, she’d got home before him the previous evening and so, after brushing her teeth, no evidence remained of her indiscretion.