Claire swallowed and cleaned him up with her agile tongue before popping a mint into her mouth as he explained what she had do that night.
“Thanks, Claire. Right, let’s get back into character. Even though you’re supposed to be my girlfriend, Mr. Big was really impressed with the way you sucked him off yesterday and he wants more. Now normally I wouldn’t just hand over my girlfriend to a business contact like she was a cheap slut but I thought it would be a great opportunity for you to use your amazing body to seduce him and find out his secret terrorist password.”
“His terrorist password?” Claire asked puzzled.
“Yes. All terrorists have secret passwords so that they can identify other members of their evil organisations. Your job tonight, Claire is to do whatever it takes to find out that password.”
“Um, OK,” Claire said unsurely, but trusting Con’s MI5 background. After all, he was a secret agent.
“Just do whatever he wants and I’m sure he’ll trust you enough to divulge anything. He’ll be here in ten minutes. And don’t forget your Romanian accent.”
Con left, wishing her luck, while Claire reapplied her makeup and made sure her hair was tidy.
When the knock came at the door, Claire jumped, as nervous as she’d ever been. Come on, Claire; you can do this, she thought bravely to herself.
Mr. Big was as she remembered. Stick thin, old and wrinkled. He was wearing a shiny looking suit over a white t-shirt.
“Ah, hello Clarina,” Mr Big said, greedily running his hands over her huge boobs and down her hips while he kissed her. “You look delicious.”
Claire did her best to put on a heavy Eastern European accent.
“Zank you, Mr. Big.” She came to a halt not knowing what to say next before deciding to get to the heart of the matter. “Um, vould you like me to suck your cock first or do you just vant to fuck?”
Mr. Big wanted to have his cock sucked first.
Over the next two hours, Claire did everything she feasibly could to take Mr. Big’s wrinkly pasty body to heaven, using her hands, mouth, breasts and pussy to stimulate his genitals as completely and satisfyingly as possible.
Not only did she lovingly suck his grey crusty cock, she adoringly licked his hairy balls, she tenderly nibbled his craggy shaft and she bravely tongued his repellent arsehole.
She didn’t just fuck him with her on top, her enormous tits bouncing in his face, or doggy-style, her delightful arse wobbling as she writhed her hips athletically back against him. In additions, she bent her lithe body into unusual and extraordinary positions, desperately sliding her tight hot cunt up and down his member in novel and exhilarating ways.
She dropped a few hints about wanting to join his organisation to see whether he would give her the password but this proved difficult as she realised she didn’t know what his organisation actually did.
It was after he had come twice, once in her mouth, once in her pussy, that she made some progress.
She had made a herculean effort to lick him hard for a third time, using every trick she knew to get him rigid once more. As she sucked him, she considered what she could now do to give him even more joy. She decided to play her trump card.
“Mr. Big,” she hissed seductively in her exaggerated accent. “Vould you like to try out my arsehole? It eez very tight and I vill clench for your pleazure.”
Within thirty seconds, Claire was squealing as Mr. Big slowly pushed his long thin dick into her tightest, naughtiest and most exotic hole.
“Ugh!” she grunted as he thrust in another inch. “Oh, yes, Mr. Big. Fuck my tight butt. Do it to me up my arse. Ugh!” she squeaked as his cock finally slid all the way into her tiny puckered browny-red bumhole.
It took Claire a few minutes to get used once more to feeling of a cock forcefully rogering her arse but, when she’d recovered her composure, she then tried her best to get him to divulge her password.
“Oh, yes, Mr. Big. I love how your huge rough cock is splitting apart my tiny sweet bottom. I never vant you to stop doing my arse.”
“Oh, yes, Claire, I mean, Clarina. You’re fucking fantastic. You’re just so fucking tight. I love you,” he screamed his orgasm as she pushed her hips back against him and clenched her butt to milk him dry.
Afterwards, Claire, swallowing her revulsion, licked his cock clean even though it was fresh from her own arse.
“Mr. Big, I enjoyed that so much. You are ze best lover I have ever had! Let’s do it again. I vill do anything you want. I can be even dirtier!”
“OK, love. I really can’t go again now though.” Mr. Big sighed in satisfaction as Claire slid her tongue under his soiled foreskin and swirled it around as he softened.
Claire tried her final gambit. “I know, Mr. Big! Let me join your group. Please, tell me the password. I will do any-zing you want. Any-zing!” she begged in her best Romanian accent,
Mr. Big smiled sinisterly. For a second Claire’s heart leapt into her throat. Had she been found out?
But then he continued. “Password. Of course, Clarina. I can see that you are a very trustworthy individual and you would be a real plus for the organisation. The password is ‘gullible’.”
Claire clapped her hands girlishly and gave Mr. Big a hug. He took the opportunity to feel her bum and finger her arsehole. “Oh, thank you, I mean, zank you.”
Eventually, Claire said goodbye to Mr. Big, having promised him she would meet up with him next week and bring along a leather minidress, a foot-long dildo and some chocolate spread.
She got home and sat down to call Con with the great news, wincing slightly at her sore butt.
“Con! I did it! The password is ‘gullible’!”
“Really, that’s brilliant,” Con answered on the phone, laughing out loud.
Claire was delighted that he was so happy at her work.
“How did it go?” Con asked. “Don’t leave out any details.”
Claire gave Con a blow by blow, and suck by suck, account of the evening’s events. He asked several specific questions about what she had done and even sounded slightly agitated and out-of-breath as she told him about some of the positions they had tried and how she had begged Mr. Big to bugger her.
He seemed to relax quite suddenly, even expressing his pleasure at Claire’s work with a muffled, “Oh, yeah, baby!” on the other end of the line.
“Are you OK, Con?” Claire asked in concern as he cried out.
“Um, what? Er, yes, I’m fine. Just really excited at how well you’ve done tonight. When can we next meet up, Claire? I think we might need to recreate every detail of your evening with Mr. Big. Just to make sure we haven’t missed anything important, of course.”
“Oh, OK,” Claire agreed. “How about tomorrow? Although I think I’ll bring some lubricant to stop my arse getting sore again.”
“Er, yes. Good idea. Tomorrow would be great,” Con replied.
“Oh, Con. Thank you so much for helping become an agent,” Claire sighed gratefully. “I just wish I could repay you somehow.”
The phone went silent for a few seconds before Con replied.
“Don’t worry, Claire. You don’t need to do anything. It’s a real pleasure working with you.”
Claire smiled happily. She loved her new job. She was Bell. Claire Bell. Secret Agent.