Jenny the Spy stories

1. For Queen and Country

2. Body Double

3. Jenny and Suki

4. Jenny learns her Lesson

5. The Fashion Victim

6. Dos Vedanya

7. Lust for Revenge

8. Champion of the World

9. Voodoo Jenny

10. Inheritance

11. Sutorippa Jenny

Fashion Victim

Chapter 1.

The office smelled faintly of the old leather that covered the comfortable

armchairs. A thick pile Wilton carpet in deepest crimson helped deaden any stray

sound giving the room a feel of a silent library. The walls not behind books

were clad in highly polished oak panels. One of the larger bookcases hid an

alcove containing a fridge and well-stocked drinks cabinet.

Facing the desk, another wall was taken up by a state of the art communications

and video set-up that would have made NASA envious. The ninety inch back

projection video screen could show live pictures from any one of a set of

orbiting geo-stationary satellites. It allowed the occupant to talk to, and

usually see, anyone even in the most isolated parts of the world in coded

secrecy. The antique desk held, on the right, two telephones. One white for

everyday uses the other bright red. A laptop computer docking station, occupied

at present, sat in the middle with a single photograph on the right.

Commander James Holt CBE. Royal Navy (retired) reclined in his black leather

office chair. He was a tall, gray haired and distinguished man of the sort

typically turned out by the English public schools system. Most people passing

him in the street would have placed him on the board of a large bank or Stock

broking firm in the city. Few would have thought he was head of 'Special

Operations' for MI5, the British Secret Service.

His gaze dropped as the head of his penis disappeared between the softly sucking

pink lips of Agent Jenny Richards. She smiled into his eyes as her tongue

swirled around the big purple head. He closed his eyes, listened to the wet

slurping noises, and concentrated on the pleasure emanating from his member.

Holt felt the pressure rising in his loins as Jenny's blonde head bobbed up and

down. Just as he thought he was going over the top she allowed him to pop out of

her mouth. He watched as she stood and unzipped the back of her pink summer

dress, dropping it to the floor, leaving her in the skimpiest of bras and

panties. Her high-heeled shoes only elongated her already long athletic legs

that were encased in shear black nylons. Stepping forward she straddled his lap.

Holt held his breath as she pulled aside her white lacy panties with one hand

and used the fingers of the other to spread her hairless pussy lips. Gradually

Jenny lowered her hips and impaled herself fully on his massive upturned rampant

organ.

Gripping her hips he helped raise her body upward before pulling her down hard,

engulfing him again. She continued to rapidly rise and fall exposing him then

repeatedly burying him deep inside her body, his penis rubbing against her clit

as it grew red and erect. His hands reached up and pulled down the cups of her

bra, freeing her enormous breasts. He watched their hypnotic motion as they

bounce up and down before capturing them in his hands and roughly massaging

them. Her soft tit flesh could be molded into any shape he desired and he took

full advantage, mauling her yielding tender flesh harder and harder until she

moaned with the erotic stimulation. A thumb and forefinger cruelly pulled and

twisted each nipple to erectness before pulling her to him so he could plunge

her red and swollen areolas and nipples into his mouth. Their breathing became

laboured as the urgency grew. The erotic friction increased and they both

climbed toward fulfillment.

'Buzzzzzz'. Holt jolted back to alertness. 'Buzzzzzz'. Savagely he prodding the

flashing intercom button and enquired tersely 'Yes, what is it'. 'Agents

Richards and Namura to see you Sir' said his secretary. He tried to control his

breathing before replying 'ask them to wait a minute then send them in'.

Composing himself, he sat behind his desk making sure his still bulging groin

was out of sight. The daydream would have to keep for later. Maybe next time

Suki would be there as well.

The two MI5 agents entered the office and Holt motioned them to sit in the

chairs facing his desk. Jenny Richards was even more stunning in person than the

image in his head. Her beautiful face was framed by long naturally blonde hair

and two enormous breasts further enhanced her tall, slim athletic figure. He

remembered her toned and tanned thighs were topped by a derriere of peach like

perfection and a naked and hairless pussy. Holt still carried the memory of her

almost naked body from a previous meeting when she had been persuaded to model a

tiny semi-transparent negligee and panties for Professor Q and himself. It

seemed her beauty was only matched by her naivety. Still, she seemed to get the

job done. Her record, so far, was unblemished although the debriefing reports

showed a certain penchant for unconventional methods. They also showed she had

an inability to keep her clothes on.

Agent Suki Namura was almost the antithesis of Jenny. She was also stunningly

pretty, in her own exotic oriental way, but conversely she had long black hair.

She was very slim and small breasted. She stood a couple of inches shorter then

Jenny. The difference also extended to their sexual orientation. Jenny was

married to John Richards who was also an Agent in the 'Firm'. Suki was almost

exclusively of the Sapphic persuasion. In the past Jenny had had some lesbian

experiences. Once she had been forced by circumstance into a passionate love

making session with an older, more experienced woman when protecting her husband

from discovery during a mission. John knew of this episode but he wasn't aware

of the times Jenny and Suki had shared a bed. Once Jenny had instigated a night

of passion as a reward for Suki saving John's life, the other was when they had

performed a Dominant/Submissive lesbian bondage scene, not wholly with Jenny's

agreement, to satisfy the depraved lusts of the pornographer Oliver 'Oily'

Harris. (And Suki's)

Jenny was always having to scold Suki who was constantly seeking opportunities

to caress or fondle Jenny's charms. The most recent occasion was in the Ladies

changing room. Jenny had been taking a shower when she'd got some soap in her

eyes. She was naked and dripping and blindly feeling around for a towel when she

had walked straight into Suki's arms. Jenny had been thoroughly aroused by

Suki's stroking and probing fingers before she managed to break free. By the

time she'd found a towel and cleared her vision Suki had left the changing room.

She was almost sure it had been Suki's hands that had fondled her breasts, her

lips that had sucked on her nipples and her fingers that had delved into her

pussy but she felt a tingle of excitement when it occurred to her that she

couldn't be certain. It just might have been someone else. She experienced the

same tingle when over lunch Suki had denied ever being in the changing room. As

well as playing with Jenny's body Suki also enjoyed playing with her head.

'Ladies, we have a new mission for you' started Holt. 'We have been asked to

investigate some industrial espionage at Victor's Secret'. 'That's the lingerie

and novelty underwear fashion house isn't it Sir' said Jenny. 'That is correct

Agent Richards. Some of the latest designs have been appearing in Hong Kong

stores even before they've been shown on the catwalk. You, Jenny, are going

undercover as one of models. Suki, Victor has suggested you can be a general

helper and what's called a checker. Your job, ladies, will be to try and

discover who the thief is'. Jenny's cheeks flushed and she frowned as she

thought of what she might be asked to wear. She'd seen some of the catwalk shows

for Victor's Secret and it looked to her like little more than an excuse to get

as many nearly naked girls as possible to parade in front of a crowd. Suki on

the other hand, smiled. She could see all sorts of possibilities for mischief

making. 'Scantily clad models equaled scantily clad Jenny' she thought.

Chapter 2.

Jenny and Suki report to the offices of the Victor's Secret Fashion House and

are taken to meet the owner and chief designer himself. Victor is a flamboyant

character who dresses in extravagantly bright colours, purples and pinks, and

often gets himself into the newspapers. A few seconds of lisping conversation is

all it takes for the girls to realise that the 'enfant terrible' of design is

also as bent as a corkscrew. He first introduces them to Philippe Lagrange, a

young but already, tall, dark and handsome French student. 'Philippe is here for

a week from the Paris College of Design'. Victor looked at him longingly. 'He's

doing a degree in Art and this is part of his course work'. 'Bon jour' said

Philippe as he shakes Jenny's hand. He stares into her eyes obviously attracted

to her. 'Ahem' coughed Suki after Philippe showed no sign of letting go. 'Oh.

Bon jour to you to Suki'. Victor is not going to have much luck with this one it

seems.

They discuss the thefts for a while but Victor can give them no further clues.

Philippe stayed for the conversation as Victor said this would give him a better

idea of the seamier side of the fashion business. Then he took them to meet the

rest of his team. Suki was handed over to Carol who was the Fashion Show co-

coordinator. She was responsible for the design and operation of the catwalk

shows. Jenny meanwhile is taken to the workroom to see Valerie, the seamstress.

The workroom is a hive of activity as the team tries to turn Victors designs

into garments that could be worn by the models.

'Strip off girl. Lets see what we've got to work with' said Valerie. Jenny

blushed as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She stopped undressing when she was

down to her bra, panties and heels. Valerie and Victor looked her over with

professional detachment unlike some of the other guys in the room. 'Lot bigger

in the chest and butt than we are used to but she'll pass' said Valerie. 'We'll

have to let some of the tops out but we'll be able to fit her OK'. The first

catwalk show was due in a couple of days so Jenny is given instruction in how to

walk like a model and how to best show off the outfits to the assembled press

and invited audience.

Come the day of the show the backstage area is a scene of controlled chaos.

Jenny had been there for a couple of hours. She had had her hair washed and cut

by a professional hair stylist and her face made up by a professional make-up

artist. Her blonde looks had been enhanced by the gold flecked eye shadow and

sparkly lipstick and she was looking more beautiful than ever as she went to

join her two dressers. Each model had their own changing area and two helpers.

Their job was to dress the model in the correct garments in the correct order

and ensure they were ready when it was their turn to go out on the catwalk.

Brenda was ready with the first outfit. Jenny's cheeks burned with embarrassment

when she saw the lacy wisp of material she held up. Jackie, the other dresser,

undid Jenny's toweling robe belt and drew it from her shoulders and off leaving

her completely naked. They helped her into the black teddy; stockings and high

heels then led her toward the catwalk entrance. Jenny saw that Suki was doing

her job as a checker. She would quickly look over each model as they prepared to

go on stage to ensure they were dressed properly, had the right outfit on and

weren't wearing odd shoes. She smiled as she saw Jenny approach. 'Wow' she

thought. The professional hair and make-up combined with the teddy made her

mouth water. 'Come on Jenny, just a quick check'. Suki had her turn around in

front of her so she could see the whole revealing effect. Just as Jenny was

about to go through the curtain into the lights her eyes shot open with surprise

as Suki squeezed her butt. 'Off you go Jen' she said and pushed her out onto the

catwalk.

Her entrance is met with a blinding explosion of flashbulbs from the rows of

cameramen who photographed each model and outfit as they emerged. A ripple of

interest sweeps through the crowd as they catch sight of Jenny. They had become

used to the usual stick thin flat chested models and they are amazed when the

buxom figure of Jenny bounced rhythmically along the runway. Jenny was blushing

furiously. She felt naked and exposed (because she was nearly naked and exposed)

as she strode along in front of the applauding crowd as she'd been taught.

Luckily the bright spotlights meant that the audience was in semi-darkness and

the loud booming music meant she almost felt in a world of her own.

The catwalk was about twenty yards long and featured a wider round area at the

end. From above it resembled a lollipop. Jenny turned at the end of the runway

so the crowd who had been ogling her front could now gaze at her retreating back

view and her undulating buttocks. The clapping only got louder until she

disappeared backstage. Victor, who had been in the wings, noted the reaction

Jenny got from the crowd. She seemed to excite them more than any of the other

girls. Jenny returned to her area backstage and Jackie immediately dragged the

teddy from her body. Jenny gasped and quickly clasped her arms around herself

trying to preserve some modesty. The models were used to the nudity but she

still felt very uncomfortable. Throughout the rest of the show Jenny and the

other models were stripped and dressed in a variety of different outfits. The

other girls modeled the more exotic and unusual outfits. Jenny was grateful that

she was only given the more normal outfits to wear. This still meant she was

sent out in tiny wisps of lace and silk sometimes no bigger than a handkerchief.

Both Brenda and Jackie had been pleased when they were told they would have

Jenny to dress. Jenny innocently thought their roaming hands were the norm as

they pushing her breasts into to small bra cups, smoothed the lace or silk

material over her bottom and pussy or drew shear nylon stockings up her long

silky legs.

She never managed to get past Suki without a stroke, tweak, pat, pinch or

squeeze in one area of her body or another. Jenny found some of the underwear

quite shocking. The see-through teddy she modeled nearly caused a riot. Very few

of the outfits seemed to provide any bottom coverage. 'Thongs must be in this

year' she thought.

Towards the end of the show Suki buttonholed Victor and after a whispered

conversation he left smirking broadly. He quickly went over to one of the models

and after a few words came over to Jenny. 'Jenny, I have decided to grant you

the honour of wearing the final piece in the collection' he announced grandly.

'Jackie go over and collect it please'. Suki had given him the idea and after

hearing the applause every time Jenny made an appearance he knew her phenomenal

body would guarantee maximum crowd excitement and press coverage.

Once more Jenny is stripped naked but this time before being given anything to

wear both dressers sprayed her body with golden glitter from aerosols cans. Her

thighs, breasts, shoulders and hair sparkled under the backstage lights. The

final outfit Victor has designed is all in snow white leather. After Jackie

makes sure the bum revealing thong panties are snuggly in place Jenny is helped

into thigh length high-heeled boots. The dressers then wrap her in a Basque that

is laced up tighter and tighter. Her waist is cinched down to sixteen inches and

Jenny is glad they stop as breathing was becoming difficult. The Basque has no

integral bra so leaves her magnificent breasts exposed. Two gloves that reach to

the middle of her upper arms are pulled on. The final item is a stiff white

choker with rings attached that is buckled around her throat.

While Jenny is being dressed Victor has been supervising two other models who

are dressed identically to Jenny except their outfits are in shiny jet-black.

Their much smaller breasts are just as exposed. Jenny is waiting expectantly for

a bra, when she is grabbed by the black clad models, Monique and Tasmyn, and

dragged protesting towards the stage. Suki is waiting and as they reach her

Jenny is spun round and quick as a flash Suki handcuffs her wrists behind her

back. Then she is turned to face Suki again who looks her over. 'Suki you bitch'

says Jenny 'You're bloody enjoying this'. 'Jenny you look fantastic' said Suki

her eyes shining. 'Just one final touch, hold her still girls'. With Jenny held

motionless Suki reaches up and seizes her nipples and twists and tweaks them

until Jenny gasps and they turn red, excited and more importantly become hugely

erect. Suki has a little something extra she hasn't told Victor about and she

takes a short chain from her pocket. With the black clad girls still holding her

arms, she grips Jenny's left nipple between her thumb and finger and stretches

it out. The sharp little teeth of the nipple clamp close on the extended nipple

and before she can object the other nipple is also captured. Then Monique and

Tasmyn snap leads onto the rings on her choker and quickly lead a reluctant

Jenny out onto the catwalk, the chain swinging gently between her throbbing

nipples.

The cameras flash again as they emerge but slowly the noisy crowd falls silent.

They are stunned by the sight of a handcuffed and bare breasted Jenny being lead

around by two models dressed as dominatrix. Jenny's submissive position is not

lost on the crowd as she is parade her up and down the catwalk. Gradually the

applause starts to build and before long the crowd are cheering. On reaching the

round area at the end of the runway Tasmyn spins Jenny so her back faces the

audience. Her left hand takes hold of the short chain between Jenny's handcuffs

and her right grabs a handful of her hair. Then she pulls up on the cuffs and

pushes down on Jenny's head forcing her to bend forward. Monique teases the

crowd by gripping and squeezing Jenny's buttocks in both her hands. Then Jenny's

exposed bottom ripples as Monique lightly spanks her. The crowd goes wild and

the cheering soon turns to screaming. The spotlights pick out Jenny and the

glitter on the exposed parts of her flesh sparkles, adding to the reflection

from the pure white leather she is wearing. Three times Jenny is paraded up and

down the runway and three times she is spanked. The girls make sure everyone in

the audience has been given a full view of Jenny's exposed charms until the

noise can't get any louder. Even though the spanking had been quite light it had

still turned her bottom a shade of pink. 'Just as well the panties don't have

ties at the sides' she thought 'or I don't think I'd still be wearing them by

now'. It is then that Victor emerges to take his bows. The girls move Jenny

alongside him and, as he bows to the audience, she is again forced to bend

forward so her tits hang down and swing around for the further entertainment of

the crowd.

(Right time for some more plot. Not that you lot gives a toss of coarse).

After the show is over Suki reluctantly releases Jenny from the cuffs and she

stalks off still miffed at being exposed before the cheering crowd. She goes to

her changing area and, groaning, gingerly releases her trapped nipples from the

teeth of the clamps. She stands awhile massaging her sore but excited nipples

before looking round. As she was one of the last on stage most of the other

girls have already started the end of show party in another room.

In the relative quiet of the changing area Jenny is the only one who spots Mi Li

Chang, one of the other models, seemingly sneaking into Victors office. The

party atmosphere is the perfect cover to search for any new designs that have

not yet reached the finished stage. Jenny still in her white leather follows.

She quietly peeks round the door and seeing Mi Li searching through Victor's

desk draws steps in and challenges her.

Quick as a flash Mi Li draws a small mean looking stiletto and charges at Jenny.

Mi Li may have been a model but she was brought up on the back streets of Hong

Honk. She had early on become involved with the Triads and she had helped them

to include clothing alongside car parts, CD's and DVD's in their repertoire of

counterfeit goods.

She had no intension of being taken without a fight. Jenny had been training

hard with Suki but she was ill prepared for the unexpected attack. She backed

away as Mi Li advanced. Suddenly Jenny tripped and fell back. Mi Li dived on her

and as the knife descended Jenny threw up a hand to grasp her wrist. The knife

stopped short but the Chinese girl had the superior position and was able to use

her body weight to force the blade lower. Jenny watched as the glinting point

descended. Her arm began to tremble with the effort as her strength was

gradually used up. The blade was nearly touching her chest when there was a loud

'BOING'. Mi Li shuddered and relaxed. Her eyes closed, her head fell forward and

she slowly rolled off Jenny to land on her back unconscious.

Jenny sobbed and her body trembled, now with released tension, as she realises

how close she had come to being stabbed. A pair of arms gathers her up and holds

her until the trembling stops. She looks up into the dark, smoldering, eyes of

young Philippe Lagrange before looking down at the incongruous sight of an

unconscious Mi Li and the large frying pan lying next to her that Philippe has

obviously used to knock her out. She looks up into the young handsome face and

kisses him on the cheek. 'Thank you for saving my life Philippe'. Just then Suki

bursts in and quickly takes charge of Mi Li using the same handcuffs on her

she'd just removed from Jenny. She listens as Jenny explains to her the bit of

the plot you've just read.

By now Monique and Tasmyn have reached the office door and heard what had

happened. Well if someone had just saved my life I think I'd give them a bigger

reward than that' she whispers to Tasmyn. 'I think it's about time we initiated

the new girl and I think we can kill two birds with one stone'. Philippe is

reluctantly persuaded to release the topless leather clad Jenny and sadly

returns to the party while Jenny goes to finish changing. Monique and Tasmyn

meanwhile quickly gather together some of the other girls. They are soon

jabbering excitedly and smiling as she explains what they can do. 'We'll have to

draw lots' says Tasmyn.

(Right enough of this plot crap. Back to the smut).

Chapter 3.

Monique came over to were Jenny was removing the white leather outfit prior to

putting on her own clothes. 'Jenny, what about the glitter, you're covered with

it. You can't go out like that' she says. 'Oh I didn't realise' says Jenny

quietly still very subdued by her ordeal. 'Look let me help' says Monique. Suki

has gone with Mi Li to the local police station so Jenny is grateful for someone

making the decisions for her and taking charge. She is emotionally drained and

somewhat dazed. Monique helps Jenny to remove the leather outfit before putting

an arm round her shoulders and firmly, brooking no argument, leading her into a

large communal shower. She then removes her own clothes and together the two

naked women stand under the warm shower. Jenny closes her eyes as the warm water

cascades over her head and body. Monique takes a bottle of shampoo and squirts a

big dollop into her hands then reaches up and begins to wash the glitter from

Jenny's hair. Jenny stands in the warm atmosphere as the French girl gently

massages her scalp and then down to the bunched, tense, muscles of her neck and

shoulders. The pleasant sensations soon have a soporific effect and she sinks

even deeper into a dazed reverie.

A second naked model enters the shower and greets the two girls. 'Can I help?'

says Natalia the tall aristocratic looking Russian girl. She takes the shampoo

and begins washing Jenny's left arm. Jenny murmurs but soon quiets. Another girl

enters. This time it's Deborah, a blonde American. She takes Jenny's right arm.

Jenny wonders what is going on but it feels so good she hasn't got the willpower

to object. Another two, Zoe and Nadia, join them, take a leg each, and are soon

slowly stroking up and down Jenny's long slender legs. Jenny now hardly reacts

to the new hands touching her. Their soap covered hands go from her feet all the

way up to within an inch of her pussy, gently massaging Jenny's calves and

thighs. By now she is totally lost to the stroking sensations as all the girls

gently caress her soapy body.

The final three girls enter. Katya, Lori and Suzy. Katya kneels behind Jenny and

begins washing her long slender back. Each stroke down reaches lower and lower

until she is massaging from Jenny's shoulders down to her buttocks. She strokes

round and round softly molding her derriere. Lori and Suzy meanwhile stand at

the front staring at Jenny's enormous breasts as they rise and fall with her

increasingly heavy breathing. Earlier the girls had written each of Jenny's body

parts on small pieces of paper. They'd then drawn lots to see who got to wash

and caress each area of her body. There were groans from those who drew an arm

but a whoop erupted from Lori when she drew out Jenny's right breast.

Two squirts of shampoo and Lori and Suzy gently began washing the two enormous

mammaries. One each. Round and round they stroke. Wax on. Wax off. Wax on. Wax

off. The pretense of washing doesn't last long as the pressure of both girls'

hands grows. Jenny's tits are soon being gripped in each of her hands and

pressed up and together. Jenny groaned as her breasts were massaged intensely.

Her flesh squeezed and molded. Lori's fingers gripped hard until flesh oozed

between her fingers. Then she uses the fingers on one hand to stroke the nipple

on Jenny's right breast making it harden and peak. Suzy follows suit pulling

even harder. Jenny started to react to the stimulation and began moving her arms

to grasp the hands massaging her tits but Natalia and Deborah stopped her by

holding on to her wrists. The four girls were no longer keeping up the pretense

that they were washing Jenny's limbs. Their job was to hold her still if she

tried to move or get away and allow the other girls to arouse and stimulate her.

After a couple of minutes of caressing Monique moves her hands round Jenny's

body and places them on her stomach. She ever so slowly caresses her wonderfully

flat abdomen gradually working lower and lower. Jenny gasps as Monique's hand

strokes down and over her bald pussy. The hands massaging her butt are pushing

her hips forward so her pussy is begging to be cupped. She slowly circles her

hand around stroking softly to start with but getting harder. Jenny jerks as a

finger plunges into her juicy depths. The finger delves as deeply as it can,

swirling around, inside the already wet and aroused pussy tunnel before pulling

back. The pumping quickens in tune with Jenny's breathing. In and out. A second

finger joins it and Jenny begins to climb toward an inevitable climax. The only

sound is Jenny's gasping as the digits pump in and out of her pussy. Her breasts

are still being massaged roughly. Pushed up, round and together before the

fingers return to squeezing and twisting her now rock hard and erect nipples.

By now Jenny has eight pairs of hands stroking or holding her body. Suddenly all

stimulation stops. Jenny gasps even louder as she is left on the verge of

orgasm. This was the signal for Zoe and Nadia to let go of Jenny's legs, put on

a robe each and quickly leave the shower.

Monique moved close to her ear and whispered 'do you want us to carry on?' 'Oh

God yes' gasped Jenny. 'Well you have to do something for us. Would you do

that?' 'Yes, yes' she said panting. 'Philippe saved your life didn't he?'

'Hmmm'. 'Well we think he deserves a reward, don't you?' 'Hmmm' repeated Jenny.

'You'd like to reward him, wouldn't you?' 'Hmmm'. 'OK. Kneel down'. Jenny was

slowly lowered down until she knelt on a towel placed at her feet. Her knees

were forced as far apart as she could manage. Meanwhile the two girls who had

left returned with Philippe in tow. He is blindfolded and wears only his Calvin

Klein boxers. He's been told that the girls have a birthday present for him. It

is four months until his birthday but as soon as they'd started to take off his

shirt his objection had very quickly died in his throat. He is ushered forward

until, unknowingly, he stands in front of a kneeling and naked Jenny. The girls

lower his shorts and Nadia's soft fingers encircled his penis and begin stroking

him to a very respectable erection. Some of the girls note his impressive

endowment and coupled with his dark Latin good looks determine to check him out

at a later date.

Monique knelt behind Jenny and waited. The other girls resumed caressing her

keeping her aroused and panting, gasping for release. When Philippe is ready

Monique places one finger under Jenny's nose and holds her chin between a finger

and thumb of the other. 'Keep your eyes closed and open wide' she orders as she

gently prizes Jenny's mouth open. Zoe pushes Philippe forward a step and Nadia,

her hand grasping his member, guides him unerringly between Jenny's soft pink

lips. 'Mmmm' objects Jenny but Monique's hand, now on the back of her head,

prevents her from rejecting him. Monique whispers again 'He comes, then we'll

finish you off, understand?' 'Hmmm' said Jenny nodding which gives Philippe a

jolt of pleasure as his dick receives the benefit of her bobbing movement.

Monique starts Jenny off by pushing on the back of her head, forcing her

forward, and making Philippe's penis slid over her tongue and plunge deeply into

her sucking mouth. The dick remains buried deep or a couple of seconds before

Monique slowly pulls back dragging Jenny's lips almost to the tip. Another slow

push and the cock disappears again only to reappear seconds later. Jenny soon

gets into the rhythm. She works her tongue and lips, stimulating Philippe as

well as she knows how. Monique keeps pushing and pulling until she is sure Jenny

will keep on servicing Philippe's organ she signals and Jenny's arms are

released. Immediately she grasps Philippe's dick with one hand, cradles his

testicules in the other, and really starts to work on him even more

energetically, giving him the benefit of every technique she has learned in her

short cock-sucking life. Monique meanwhile moves her right hand from Jenny's

head, reaches down, and begins stroking Jenny's, now wide spread, pussy lips

again. Her fingers plunge in and out before she grasps Jenny's clit and gently

twirls it between her soapy fingers.

Philippe is desperately trying to control himself. The blindfold means he has no

idea who is sucking him and frankly he doesn't care. The educated mouth is

driving him wild. He instinctively begins thrusting his hips forward driving

himself deeper and deeper into the warm wetness. At a signal from Monique, Zoe

whips his blindfold off. Any semblance of control he had instantly disappears

when, blinking, he looks down and discovered he is buried to the hilt in the

mouth of Jenny Richards. With a groan he peaks and thrusts even farther forward.

Through Jenny's erotic haze she feels him seize and the head of his member grow

within her mouth as he starts climaxing. Monique's left hand moves to Jenny's

butt and she rubs around her anus with a soapy finger before thrusting as far

into Jenny's butt as she can. Her right hand is now flying over Jenny's clit.

The soap joins with Jenny's own lubrication making the fingers even more

slippery. The combination of the stimulation of her pussy and tits, the finger

thrusting in and out of her butt and Philippe erupting in her mouth forces her

over the top and she surrenders her body to a mind shattering climax.

Jenny kneels exhausted in the shower. After a few seconds Monique whispers into

her ear 'Welcome to the Sisterhood of Underwear Models, dear'.

The End

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