Jenny in 'For Queen and Country'
Jenny Richards was unemployed again. She'd decided to leave her last job after
being seen naked in just stockings and suspenders by the entire staff. (You'd
probably have decided the same, especially if you're a guy).
She had been looking through the small ads for a while when she came upon one
that wanted 'Adventurous People for an adventurous opportunity' with just a
phone number. She called and had a stimulating conversation with an answering
machine before leaving her details. She was eventually called for an interview
and low and behold Jenny had been accepted as a trainee for MI5, The British
John was so surprised that it was so easy to get in that he gave up his boring
job, applied as well and was also accepted. The fact that they were husband and
wife wasn't considered a barrier in fact the 'Firm', as it was known
colloquially, seemed to think that this might be an advantage on some occasions.
The training began and went well. John became particularly adept at picking
locks whilst Jenny's forte seemed to be in distracting the men and annoying the
women. The only problem was that as ex-army and Air Force chaps mostly staffed
the Service the atmosphere was quite macho. Women had their uses but the men
thought they did the real work. This led to some of the men treating the women
with less respect than they should have and they would often play tricks on
About five weeks into the training Jenny was just finishing her lunch when she
was approached by two youngish men who introduced themselves as James and Roger.
The ID cards, that they proffered, both said 'Armourer'. 'Mrs. Richards?' said
James. 'That's me' said Jenny 'How can I help'. 'We've had a report that you
haven't been fitted for a sidearm yet'. 'Is that correct?' 'Yes' said Jenny.
'Well regulations state that all staff members must be fitted with a holster and
gun'. 'Well no time like the present, will you follow us please' said Roger.
'May we call you Jenny'?
Jenny followed them to a small office where she sat down. James and Roger talked
for a few seconds in hushed tones before producing a standard shoulder holster.
Jenny had chosen a pretty white blouse to wear that day with large ruffs and
puffy Sleeves. They gave it to Jenny to try but not surprisingly her enormous
breasts just got in the way.
'Hmmm' said James. 'This could be a problem'. 'I'm awfully sorry Jenny, but if
we can't find a way to fit you for a holster you won't be allowed to graduate
from the Service'. Jenny was crushed. 'Surely there's a way' she said almost
pleading. 'Hmmm' said Roger. 'We could try a western style I suppose, but that
blouse will get in the way. You'll have to remove it I'm afraid'. Jenny was
taken aback but she was determined to serve her country. 'Well if it's the only
way' she said and rising removed her shirt.
She sat down again as both men stood staring at her upper body in just her
bra. She wore a very pretty white lace one today that only just managed to
contain her bountiful breasts. Roger produced another set of straps and tried to
fit this new holster only to be thwarted again. 'This really is a poser Jenny'
said James. Again they went into conference in low voices until Jenny finally
caught the statement 'She's not that patriotic'. 'What do they mean not
patriotic' she thought indignantly. I would do anything for my country.
'Gentlemen, what's the problem'? 'Well Mrs. Richards' said Roger 'we only have
one more option, the cross your heart holster, but it's one that we hesitate to
try. 'Don't be silly' said Jenny 'I insist we give it a go. I'm not going to be
drummed out of the service by a bloody holster'. 'Well all right but I'm very
sorry to say your going to have to remove your bra' Roger said his voice
trembling slightly. Jenny blanched taken aback. 'See I told you she wasn't' said
James. Even more indignant now Jenny said 'Well alright then, if it's the only
way'. She stood and as she removed her bra she thought to herself 'the things I
do for Queen and Country'.
Jenny stood with her arms across her chest waiting. James said 'I'm sorry Jenny
but we can't fit the holster with your arms there'. Jenny sighed and slowly
lowered her arms to her sides. Both men stood transfixed at the sight of the
best looking pair of breasts either of them had ever seen. Large, high, firm and
spherical with huge light brown areolas and sticky out nipples.
'Ahem' coughed Jenny. Both men jumped and James said 'Ah yes, sorry Jenny, sit
down please, roger if you're ready'. Roger produced a number of new straps. The
first was placed over Jenny's left shoulder, crossed between her breasts and
under her right armpit then buckled at the back. The second strap the opposite.
The third went across her chest just above her breasts and under her armpits
again. The last strap was quickly thrown over her head, placed across her back,
brought round the front, and buckled tightly beneath her boobs. It was only
after all this was completed the Jenny commented, 'are you sure that last one
should have gone round the outside of my arms? I can't move them now'.
Roger looked surprised. 'I'm dreadfully sorry Jenny I'll fix it now. James I
can't see what I'm doing would you be so good'. With a nod James stood behind
Jenny and said 'I'm awfully sorry about this Mrs. Richards, I'll just need to
help my partner'. So saying he reaches round Jenny and softly cups a breast in
each hand and pressing them together so she can't see past them, lifts them up a
couple of inches. Jenny gasps and says 'Is that really necessary'. 'I'm sorry
Jenny' says James 'but if we can't fit you you'll be dismissed, regulations you
know'. 'Well alright then I suppose, but be as quick as you can please' replies
Roger reaches under Jenny's breasts and began to tinker with the buckle. After
ten seconds he comments, 'Tricky little devil seems to be stuck'. James
meanwhile is still holding Jenny's breasts, which he imperceptibly begins to
squeeze. He makes idle chatter trying to distract Jenny as he gradually
increases the rhythmical squeezing. After twenty seconds he comments 'Jenny I'm
awfully sorry about this, can I say, though, that these are the finest breasts
I've ever held'. 'You must be very proud of them'. 'Er..Thank you' said Jenny
'can you hurry up down there'. 'Especially these' says James as he slowly drags
a thumb across each nipple. Jenny gasps again at the pleasurable sensations that
course through her breasts. James continues to gently squeeze her breasts and
circle his thumb around her areolas. Jenny's nipples show their patriotism by
very quickly standing to attention and saluting.
Roger seems exasperated that he can't fix the buckle and looks up. He
absentmindedly places his hands on top of Jenny's breasts. She now has four
hands gently squeezing her boobs. 'I'm sorry Jenny the buckle just won't shift'.
we may have to try some grease or even tastier, I mean better, some butter'.
Jenny's face is starting to become flushed when the office door bursts open and
a man wearing a chef's hat (presumably because he' a chef) enters. 'What the
bloody hell's going on here' he bellows. James and Roger drop Jenny's tits like
they're hot potatoes and they bolt for the door. 'Damn it' thought James.
'Another ten minutes and we could have been using the thigh holster trick on
her. We'd have had that bimbos skirt around her waist and her knickers round her
ankles, who knows how far we could have got'.
The chef, meanwhile, helped unbuckle Jenny and then physically threw her out of
the office. 'Don't let me catch you in here again' he says. 'Next time I'll tell
the Catering Manager what you've been doing in his office'.
Jenny stands clutching her blouse and bra in the corridor. It takes a couple of
seconds for her to realize that half a dozen people are staring at her topless
state and with a shriek she covers her bosom with the shirt and runs to the
Ladies toilet to re-dress herself.
Later that week John and Jenny were called in to see Commander Holt, the head of
the Special Projects department. 'We've got a job we think you two could be used
for' he said. 'A top-secret formula for a new fuel derivative has been stolen.
We have reason to believe that it's in the house of Miss Larue. Now Miss Larue
is a distant relation of the royals so we can't just burst in mob handed and
turn the place over, we need something more covert.' he said.
'We have discovered that Miss Larue is expecting two new members of her
household staff to arrive soon, a maid and a butler. There seems to be a high
turnover of staff, particularly maids. We intend to replace them with you two.
The job is a simple one really. You go in and as quietly as possible search the
house. There's no rush as it takes time to sell on this sort of merchandise.
You are not to take any undue risks so as long as you're not caught you should
'Apart from Miss Larue the house is occupied by a gardener called Kurt and his
twin brother, Gunter, a driver. We suspect they are also her bodyguards and they
handle any dirty work she requires. The only other servant is a cook. Miss
Larue's father also lives in the house but we don't believe either the cook or
he is involved in his daughter's schemes. Well, will you accept the mission?'
John and Jenny exchanged glances and simultaneously answered 'Yes Sir'.
Over the following week John was trained to butle and Jenny as a maid. It had
been decided that they would not go in as a married couple. It was explained
that in the unlikely eventuality that one of their covers was blown their
relationship to the other couldn't be used to make them talk.
John, under the pseudonym 'John Forbes' was interviewed on the Monday. He sailed
through and was hired immediately. It was therefore he who answered the door
when Jenny arrived the next day. In his best clipped English accent he asked who
was calling and said he'd inform the mistress she was here. Jenny earned a dark
look when she joined in the game and said grandly 'Thank you my man'.
John had a shock when he saw Jenny. The controller had picked out the clothes
she would wear at the interview and, knowing Miss Larue's leanings, he'd dressed
Jenny in a very low cut blouse and short skirt. Not the sort of thing Jenny was
comfortable wearing. The skirt was slashed up the side and gave an enticing
flash of slender toned thigh at every movement. The blouse had gone down
particularly well with the cab driver who'd brought Jenny. He had deliberately
held her change just out of reach so she had to bend to push her head though the
offside cab window giving him a view straight down her blouse at her huge soft
John showed Jenny into the morning room where Miss Larue was waiting. She rose
and greeted her. Miss Larue was a stunningly beautiful woman in her mid thirties
with a dark complexion and a chest that nearly rivaled Jenny's (In case you
hadn't guessed I likes 'em big). Miss Larue was very attentive and hands on. She
took any opportunity to touch Jenny's arm as they chatted. The interview didn't
go to well. It soon became apparent to Miss Larue that Jenny wasn't very
experienced at being a maid. Still she had other attributes. 'Well lets see what
you look like in uniform; if you're ready you can change in the next room.
Jenny went through to find a black and white maid's uniform on the table. She
stripped down and started to put it on. First the plain white cotton panties,
which were a snug fit, then the black stockings and suspender belt. The bra was
fairly low cut and it became obvious why when she put on the dress. Although the
fit was all right, she found the bodice was low cut leaving a large amount of
her bosom on display and the skirt was so short it only just dropped below the
level of her stocking tops. Standing, everything was fine, but if she had to
bend down then all sorts of things were going to be on display. She'd just have
to be very careful. This being Jenny's first mission she didn't want to blow it
so even if Miss Larue had asked her to work in the back half of a pantomime
horse she'd have had to agree. She looked at herself in the mirror and was
reminded of the bimbo's who were chased around on the Benny Hill Show generally
getting goosed or loosing their clothes. (Here's hoping).
Jenny returned to the Morning room and when Miss Larue saw her, her eyes lit up.
'My god Jenny you look good enough to eat'. She said. In that one moment the job
was sealed. Miss Larue seemed to eye Jenny almost hungrily. 'Give me a twirl'
she said and Jenny very carefully turned full circle. Miss Larue rose and
approached her. Standing a few inches taller than Jenny she had a perfect view
of her bust and she spent a couple of minutes fussing over the fit of the dress
running her hands over the sleeves, hips and then caused Jenny's eye's to open
wide when she seemingly innocently stoked a hand down her derriere and gave it a
'Just perfect dear, I hope you'll enjoy your stay with us' she said. 'Please
come to me if you have any problems I'll always do my best to make you feel
happy, I'm sure you'll fit right in here' she said. 'One thing I must tell you
though'. 'Through my bedroom is a Study. It's my sanctum and nobody is allowed
in under any circumstances. Do you understand?' 'Yes Miss' said Jenny. 'OK you
can start your duties now, off you go'.
Jenny performed her maid's duties all that day until the evening meal was to be
served. The first course was soup so Jenny took a small tureen to the table to
serve each person. There were only two this evening and this was the first time
Jenny had seen Miss Larue's father. He was a tall, painfully thin man with gray
hair and aged about 65. He sat at one end of the table with Miss Larue at the
Serving Mr. Larue first she stood by his side carefully ladling the soup from
the tureen into his bowl. Jenny was well aware that as she bent forward more of
her bosom was displayed and she could see Mr. Larue surreptitiously looking down
her dress every chance he got. As she ladled the second lot of soup into his
bowl she felt a hand placed on the back of her stocking clad leg. It quickly
started to stroke up and down. 'Oh god. What do I do now' she thought. 'I can't
slap him or kick up a fuss, I'll get chucked out'. With a flash of inspiration
Jenny slowly poured the third ladle of soup straight into Mr. Larue's lap. He
leapt up as he felt the hot liquid in his crutch. 'Yow, watch were your pouring
that you stupid girl' he screamed. 'Oh. I'm so sorry sir' here let me get you a
napkin' she said innocently.
'Never mind father' said Miss Larue. 'Sit down and eat your soup'. 'Jenny, serve
mine now please'. Jenny took the tureen to the other end of the table and
started to serve Miss Larue. This time she felt a hand stroking up and down her
other leg. 'Bloody hell' she thought, now what. I can't pour soup over them
both'. Jenny finished serving Miss Larue and stepped away. 'Will there be
anything else madam' she asked. Miss Larue smiled broadly at her and said 'No
thank you that's just fine.. for now'.
'Christ' thought Jenny what a family. I've only been here a day and I've been
goosed by the Father and his daughter already. 'The things I do for Queen and
From that point on a pattern was set. Whenever Miss Larue dinned alone or with
her father she would slowly stroke Jenny's nearest stocking clad leg whenever
she came to serve each course. Old Man Larue left her alone and treated her
warily especially when she had a soup ladle or any sharp implement in her hand,
but he still did his best to stare down her dress at her soft pink quivering
Over the next couple of days Jenny took any opportunity she could to search the
house. Looking behind paintings for hidden safes or in draws and cupboards. She
and John were ninety nine percent certain that the papers would be in the Study
behind Miss Larue's bedroom but it would be stupid if they were hidden in plain
site in some other part of the house and they hadn't checked. They bided there
time waiting for a chance to get into the Study.
Jenny's worst nightmare happened one afternoon. She was going through some
papers in the Library when a voice said 'And what do you think you are doing
Young Lady'. Miss Larue's father had caught her reading some of his daughter's
correspondence. I'm going to tell my daughter that you are poking your nose into
her business. He turned to go. Jenny could see the mission disappearing in front
of her eyes. 'Wait, please sir, don't do that I'll be sacked and I need this
job'. Mr. Larue turned and looked at Jenny steadily. 'Do you now' he said. 'Well
I'll think about it, we'll talk about this some other time'.
Jenny was feeling sick with worry. Would he tell on her? Was her first mission a
failure? Even worse if he informed on her would Miss Larue think she was looking
for the formula and not just snooping and set the twins on her. That could be
really dangerous to her health.
She was pre-occupied for most of the afternoon so much so that as she finished
polishing some spoons she turned round and bumped head on into Miss Larue. It
was like two pairs of zeppelins crashing into each other.
'Oh, sorry madam' she said and was just going to step away when Miss Larue
seized her arms and pressed her even closer. 'Don't worry yourself my dear' said
Miss Larue. 'You've been looking a little down, is there anything I can do to
make you feel better' she said. 'Er..no, no thank you madam'. I'm sure I'll be
OK soon'. Miss Larue gently stroked her face and said. 'Look Jenny I'll make
this plain for you. I noticed that you didn't pull away when I touched you at
dinner. I'm very sensitive to girls and I could make you forget all your
troubles if you let me'. Jenny might have the brains of a hat stand but even
Miss Larue's meaning was not lost on her. She pulled away stammering 'Oh.. er..
No.. Thank you madam. I'll be fine. 'All right Jenny but you know where my room
is if you change your mind' she said and walked away. 'Blimey' thought Jenny
they're all bloody sex mad in this house. (Oh goody).
Later that evening Jenny was in to her room. She had stripped naked and was
doing some bending and stretching exercises. (Can I just recommend to the reader
at this time that they take a couple of minutes and quietly sit and contemplate
the full ramifications of that last sentence).
OK on with the story.
There was a knock at the door so Jenny quickly wrapped herself in a robe and
opened it. Miss Larue's father stood there. 'Follow me girl' he said tersely and
started off down the corridor. 'Oh hell' thought Jenny. 'What does the old fart
want now'? She closed her door and went after him. Just as she caught up to him
he turned and entered one of the larger bathrooms. Jenny followed him in and
once she'd passed through the door he bolted it. 'What can I do for you Sir'
'Well, girl. You can remove that robe' said the old man. 'What?' exclaimed
Jenny? 'Listen girl either I tell my daughter you were snooping through her
letters or you loose the robe. Now which is it going to be?' Jenny's face
betrayed the conflicting emotions she felt as she turned over the alternatives
in her mind'. Eventually she arrived at the inevitable conclusion that the old
man held all the aces and she was in his power for now. She slowly untied her
belt and slowly opened the robe uncovering her bosom but keeping the lower half
closed hoping that would be enough to satisfy the old man.
He stared at her magnificent mammaries for a few seconds before saying. 'I said
take it off, don't make me say it again'. Jenny hesitated and then shucking the
robe from her shoulders allowed it to slip to the floor while keeping her hands
crossed in front of her pussy. Again he looked her over for a few seconds before
saying 'Hands'. Jenny slowly and reluctantly moved her hands to her sides. A
small frisson passed through her lower belly as she stood with her head bowed
feeling the old mans eyes burning into her hairless slit. 'Turn round' he says.
Jenny turned presenting him with a clear view of her perfect peach like
He examined her butt for a while and then said 'Right, into the shower'. 'What?'
said Jenny 'I said into the shower'. Jenny slowly entered the large shower
cubicle and turned to find he had dropped his robe and followed her in. The
cubical was easily big enough to take two people; in fact it could probably take
six if they were very close friends. Old man Larue was now dressed in only a
pair of shorts leaving the rest of his wrinkled body naked.
'Turn round' he instructed Jenny. She turned to face away from him then he said
'Now, left hand on the wall'. Jenny placed her left palm on the wall of the
shower. 'Higher' he ordered. She moved it up six inches. 'Now the right on the
opposite side' he said. She put her other hand on the glass on the outside of
the shower. The old man gathered Jenny's hair and gripped it in one hand. He
whispered 'Move the hands and I tell, understand' giving her hair a tug. 'Yes I
understand' she said quietly. With a nod he pushed Jenny's hair over her
shoulder leaving her back completely exposed.
Taking the showerhead he runs the water until it turns a comfortable lukewarm,
and then begins to play it across Jenny's shoulders and down her back. He's
careful not to miss a spot making sure her entire back, bottom and legs are
dripping wet. Then placing the showerhead back into its holster he takes up a
bottle of shower gel and squeezes it onto her skin. With gentle motions he
washes Jenny's long slender back, stroking and caressing her skin. She soon
becomes covered with soapy bubbles. The hands move lower and after another spurt
of gel begin washing her beautiful bottom cheeks.
After three lifetimes of massaging her butt he continues down her left leg
slowly washing and caressing her thigh, then lower to her calf. Eventually he
lifts her left foot and washes and massages that. Jenny's foot is released and
placed back down at the edge of the shower stall. The hands then start again at
the top of her right thigh smoothing and washing their way to her right foot.
That is replaced at the right edge of the shower leaving Jenny spread-eagled in
a star shape with the whole back of her body covered with soapy bubbles.
During the washing, Jenny's mood had gradually turned from exasperation at being
in the old mans power to a contented erotic haze. By the time the old man
finished the sensual massage of her back, bottom and legs her head hung down,
she was breathing slowly and deeply, and she was lost in the warm gentle
Old man Larue stands and presses close to Jenny's back. He pulls her hair over
her shoulder to hang down her back then cups his hand gently round her throat.
He pulls back until Jenny's head is resting on his shoulder and she is looking
up at the ceiling. By craning his head forward he can look down the front of her
body. Of course her huge breasts hide the majority of it but he can see enough.
He again takes up the showerhead and starts to cover her front with the warm
water. The water sprays her from the neck down squirting into all the nooks and
crannies until she is completely soaked. Jenny's soporific mood is suddenly
broken as the old man flicks a switch on the showerhead and the gentle spray
becomes a needle jet. Jenny gasps as he plays the needles of water around her
breast. Circling around gradually zeroing in on the apex. The force of the water
is great enough to move her flesh around on it's own. The gasp becomes a groan
as the sharp jets of water hit her areola and nipple. After teasing one breast
for a minute he switches and repeats the process on the other. Jenny begins to
writhe and wiggle as the water stimulates her mammaries.
The needle spray heads south and, after stopping off to tease her belly button,
moves on. The excitement grows in Jenny. She can feel the jet moving slowly down
and knows exactly were it is heading. An explosion of pleasure hits her naked
pussy as the water slams home. 'Mmmmmm' She moans into his ear. The spray
continues to torment her pussy lips until he switches the water off leaving her
on the edge of release.
After squeezing large globs of gel from the bottle on to her breasts he uses
both hands to massage her tits squishing and squashing them, molding and mashing
them, building up the soapy lather as he caresses her flesh. His favorite trick
is to squeeze the base of her breast between his fingers and thumb and pull out
from her body. The breast gradually slips between his fingers until they are
left holding only the nipple, which is pulled right out before finally slipping
out of his grasp allowing the tit to spring back into shape.
Half a dozen of these and Jenny's breath is soon coming in short gasps. His
hands move down and begins to wash her lovely flat stomach before his left
continues on to smoothly stroke over her pussy mound. The massaging of Jenny has
brought her to the edge and it only takes thirty seconds of his boney fingers
rubbing across her clitoris and dipping into her pussy now and then to push her
over the edge into a body wracking orgasm. 'Mmmmmmmm' she moans long and hard.
Old man Larue uses his right hand to fish his penis out of his shorts and with a
quick couple of pulls he joins Jenny in a climax spraying his seed over her back
Jenny is left standing spread-eagled in the shower gasping for breath as old man
Larue puts on his robe and leaves the bathroom. Realizing he's gone she sits
down on a small ledge in the shower to recover. After a few minutes she washes
off the soap and stickiness from her body, climbs out of the shower, and puts on
her robe. As she leaves the bathroom she thinks to herself 'God, the things I
do for Queen and Country'.
A couple of fruitless searching days later, just after lunchtime, Jenny was in
her room cleaning herself up and changing in to a clean uniform. She had been in
the larder when old man Larue had cornered her. Luckily they were disturbed
before he could do too much. They were ushered out of the kitchen with sheepish
expressions on their faces by a disgusted cook. Old man Larue's hands and mouth
were covered with jam. Jenny had both breasts hanging out of her top, one tit
covered with preserve and the other still shiny with saliva.
After she finished changing she walked along the corridor toward madams bedroom.
As she was passing a broom cupboard the door opened and a hand emerged from the
Darkness. It pulled her inside. A strong arm encircled her trapping her arms and
before she could scream a hand was clapped over her mouth. Jenny was breathing
hard through her nose ready to struggle when a familiar voice whispered in her
ear. 'It's all right dear it's just me'. John had not had the chance to be alone
with his wife for many days now. They had agreed it would be too risky for
either of them to be caught in the others bedrooms. He had spotted Madam
caressing his wife and this only served to emphasize his feelings of depravation
Twenty minutes later a very flushed Jenny emerged from the cupboard stuffing her
left tit back into her top and pulling her panties back across to cover her
pussy. She signaled the all clear to John and with a quick kiss trotted along to
the nearest bathroom to repair her lip stick which was smeared all over her face
(and nipples she found out later) and comb her hair, which looked like she'd
arrived for work on a motorbike.
At last an opportunity presented itself for John to search the Study behind
Madams bedroom. It was the Cooks day off, Miss Larue had been driven away by
Gunter to an appointment and Kurt had taken Old man Larue to have a wound
stitched. He'd made the mistake of goosing Jenny while she was bending over.
She'd shrieked, whirled round, and nearly castrated him with the carving knife
she was holding.
'You keep watch darling and I'll try and get in the Study to search it'. Said
John. He would need time to use his lock picking skills to open the Study door
and time to find the stolen formula. Jenny stood at the bedroom door alternately
watching John and the front door. After ten minutes he succeeded in cracking the
lock and disappeared inside. Jenny was so intent on watching the front she was
surprised when Miss Larue appeared on the landing coming from the direction of
the back door. Jenny only had time to warn John who had no alternative other
than to close the Study door and hide inside.
'Is there a problem Madam?' enquired Jenny. 'Yes, damn car broke down. I've left
Gunter to wait for the breakdown service. I managed to get a lift back'. She
then strode into her bedroom and took off her coat. Jenny was becoming anxious.
She had to distract her in some way to give John a chance to escape. But how.
'Thank you Jenny. That will be all for now. I think I'll get on with some paper
work while the car's out of commission'.
'Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you Madam?' Jenny says thinking fast.
'No' says Miss Larue as she turns toward the Study. 'You can go now'. Jenny is
frantic. What could she do?
'Erm..Er..Madam..Er..' she says eruditely. 'Well what is it girl? Speak up'
demands Miss Larue. 'Er..Well..Er..' Jenny stammers unable to think of anything
but John. Miss Larue waits impatiently, looks at her then, slowly smiles.
She thinks she knows why Jenny is so nervous and tongue-tied. She walks over to
her and says 'So you've decided to take me up on my offer, have you?'. 'Which
offer would that be Madam' says Jenny unsurely. 'Don't play coy with me girl,
you know what I mean. Your curiosity has got the better of you hasn't it?'
'Oh Christ' thought Jenny. 'She thinks I'm interested in her'. Seeing Jenny
hesitate Miss Larue pushes the point. 'Make up your mind Jenny. Either stay or
leave me to my work'. Jenny thinks like lightning but can't see any other way to
distract Miss Larue. The last thing she wants is to make out with another woman
but she's inadvertently fallen into Miss Larue's web. 'Well..Er..Perhaps we
could..Er..'. Miss Larue decides to take charge. She thinks Jenny obviously
wants to try it but needs to be helped to make up her mind'. She steps close to
her and gently takes her head into her hands. Then turning Jenny's face upward
plants a soft kiss on her lips.
'Madam' exclaims Jenny drawing back. 'Well what's it to be girl. Do we carry on
or not?' Jenny is stumped. She can't see any other choice. She has to distract
this woman and give John an opportunity to escape undetected.
It seemed to Miss Larue that Jenny suddenly came to a decision. 'Yes please
Madam' she says in a small, quiet, voice. Miss Larue relaxes. She had been
waiting, tensely herself, hoping the spectacularly beautiful and buxom maid
would fall under her spell, just like most of the other maids had, and now she
had her almost begging for her to demonstrate her skills on her.
Again Miss Larue holds Jenny's head and gives her another, slightly more ardent
kiss. She doesn't press to hard, she doesn't want to scare the timid girl off.
She would kick herself if she became too insistent to early on and scared this
prize away. She'd have to leave all the battery-operated contraptions in the
bedside table for now. There was no surer way to scare off an unsure and timid
new girl by coming at her while wearing a 12 inch black strap-on. She believes
she is coaxing Jenny to stay whereas, ironically, Jenny actually couldn't afford
to leave for John's sake.
The soft kiss becomes more passionate and Miss Larue gently pushes her tongue
forward pressing between Jenny's lips. Jenny tenses, but maintains the kiss
until eventually they are both sucking on each other's mouths. Miss Larue gently
begins to caress Jenny's back and then down to her butt. The kiss is becoming
more fervent with each passing second. It's almost enough to take Jenny's breath
Miss Larue breaks the lip lock and looking deeply into Jenny's eyes moves her
hands to the back of Jenny's neck and starts to pull down the zipper on her
black maids uniform. Slowly the zip descends as Jenny stands like a rabbit
caught in the car headlights. The dress drops to her ankles leaving her in the
uniform black bra, panties, stockings and suspenders. Planting soft little
kisses on Jenny's face Miss Larue releases the bra clasp and ever so slowly
pulls it from Jenny's shoulders. Jenny instinctively covers herself but Miss
Larue takes her wrists and gently moves her arms aside. Dropping the bra to the
floor she stands and admires Jenny's enormous globe like mammaries with the
large light brown areolas and nipples. Jenny stands trembling as Miss Larue's
hands softly caress her breasts.
She takes Jenny's hands and moves then upward. 'Cup your breasts for me my dear'
she says. Jenny cups her own mammaries. 'Now hold them up for me'. Jenny presses
her tits higher until the nipples are at shoulder level. She watches mesmerized
as Miss Larue opens her mouth and extends her tongue. With painful slowness she
inches forward until her tongue finds Jenny's nipple. Looking deeply into
Jenny's eyes she tenderly circles her tongue around and around, teasing Jenny's
areola and nipple. It swells and erects almost immediately. She switches to the
other breast and repeats the torment. Opening her mouth wide she engulfs the
apex of Jenny's tit using her lips and tongue to stimulate the breast. Switching
between tits she continues until Jenny starts to moan quietly.
Miss Larue kneels before Jenny and grips the sides of her panties and pulls them
over her hips and down her legs. She stops as she gets a first look at Jenny's
stunning hairless pussy lips. Placing her hands on Jenny's bottom she leans
forward and places a kiss on her mound before pulling Jenny down to the floor.
She lays her down and kneeling at her ankles, splits them apart, and moves
forward between them. Miss Larue kisses her way up Jenny's thigh until she comes
to the junction. Jenny looks down her body between her breasts as Miss Larue
zeros in on her defenseless shaven vagina.
She gasps as Miss Larue's fingers spread her naked pussy lips and her tongue
invades her depths. The room is silent save for the sounds of Jenny's rasping
breath and the wet slurping noises caused by Miss Larue working on her vagina.
She insinuates her hands beneath Jenny's butt and lifts until her hips are a
foot off the ground. Jenny's pussy is now displayed prominently and even more
exposed if that were possible. She dives in again and continues the oral
stimulation. The danger of the situation, the unusual experience and the skills
of Miss Larue combine to drive Jenny quickly up the hill towards climax. It only
takes a few minutes and as soon as the lips and tongue contact her clitoris she
shudders, groans and crashes over into orgasm.
John, meanwhile, is still in the Study. He had managed to find the briefcase
containing the stolen formula and he is looking through the keyhole trying to
discern what is happening and what the strange noises are.
Jenny lies, panting for breath, as Miss Larue removes her clothes revealing her
own fantastic body. She is tall and tanned with breasts only a little smaller
than Jenny's mammoth globes. She kneels by Jenny's head, bends down and kisses
her before cocking her leg over her and places her knees either side of Jenny's
shoulders so they are facing in opposite directions. 'Your turn to serve me now
my dear' she says and slowly lowers her hips. Jenny stares hypnotized at the
pussy approaching her face. Recognizing the inevitable she thinks to herself
'The things I do for Queen and Country'.
John decides to risk it and quietly slips the Study door open. He can see Miss
Larue kneeling with her back to him. Her head is thrown back in the grip of
indescribable pleasure. He silently creeps forward and suddenly realizes that
a naked Miss Larue has her hips jammed on top of the face of his wife. Jenny is
busily plunging her tongue in to the depths of Miss Larue and occasionally using
her lips to gently suck on her extended and erect clit. John stands stunned for
a minute before Jenny opens her eyes and sees him.
They both look at each other shocked, John with the briefcase in his hand and
Jenny with Miss Larue's clit between her lips. After a few seconds Miss Larue
asks 'Why have you stopped dear. You were doing so well'. She starts to turn and
Jenny, quick as a flash, does the only thing she can. She reaches forward and
pushes Miss Larue down until her head is buried in her crotch. Immediately Miss
Larue attacks Jenny's pussy with fingers, lips and tongue.
John stands for another few seconds watching Miss Larue perform on his wife's
vagina before holding up the briefcase and tapping his watch to indicate to
Jenny that he has found the formula and to give him as much time as she can to
allow him to escape. Jenny watches John leave before resuming her assault on
Miss Larue's pussy. They strive together in the sixty-nine position.
The next hour passed in a haze of erotic licking, stroking and probing. Jenny
gave as good as she got in an attempt to keep Miss Larue occupied. She was glad
of her body's suppleness especially the time when her ankles ended up behind her
ears. Miss Larue's skills and Jenny's enthusiasm brought them both to the
heights of pleasure time and again. On one occasion using a trick she says she
learnt in Bangkok called the Butterfly Kiss. Jenny thought her head would
explode the first time Miss Larue used that on her. Eventually Miss Larue was
worn down by Jenny's enthusiasm and she fell into a shallow doze on the large
double bed they had moved to. Jenny gathered her clothes and slipped out and
back to her room.
An hour later Jenny silently opened her bedroom door and sneaked a look out. She
couldn't see anyone so, quickly scooping up her suitcase, she moved out onto the
landing. Her footsteps sounded thunderous in her nervous state as she walked
quickly along the corridor and down the stairs heading toward the front door.
She turned the handle and opened it. She would have stepped through had the
Twins, Kurt and Gunter, not been blocking her way. Turning quickly she came face
to face with Miss Larue and the snub nosed revolver she was pointing at Jenny's
stomach. 'Going somewhere, dear' she said. Before Jenny could reply both of her
arms were seized from behind. 'I think we need to ask you a few questions, bring
her' said Miss Larue ominously.
John arrived at headquarters in London without incident. He passed through the
security procedures and went to report to his controller to be debriefed. He
hadn't heard from Jenny yet and was beginning to become concerned for her
safety. He carried the briefcase containing the stolen formula so he thought
they'd made a success of their first mission.
Back in the mansion Jenny had been dragged down to the basement by the twins.
(Blimey. That must have brought tears to her eyes). Miss Larue watched as they
stripped the clothes from her body, tied her hands together, and laid her on her
back on a large wooden table. Her tied hands were secured over her head and then
both ankles tied to the corner legs at the other end of the table. Jenny
struggled but the knots were tied with typical German efficiency.
Miss Larue then begins to rummage through Jenny's bag. She soon finds a picture
of Jenny hugging 'Forbes' the butler. (Looks like the security of the Realm is
safe with Jenny on the job). Miss Larue seems particularly interested in a
mobile phone she finds. One of the numbers she sees is for a 'John Richards'.
Slowly moving to the side of Jenny's table, Miss Larue sits on the edge and
studies her closely. 'I went to my study and found the door unlocked so I
checked and the briefcase is gone'. 'Where's my formula?' she demands. Jenny
stares back at he defiantly but remains silent. Miss Larue places her hand on
Jenny's naked stomach and gently strokes up until her hand rests on her right
breast. She seizes the nipple and twists it viciously. Jenny grimaces but still
remains silent resolutely staring back in her eyes. 'We could break you girl.
Kurt and Gunter enjoy that sort of thing and they've had a lot of practice'.
Jenny glances over at the grinning faces of the two Germans than back to the
woman. 'But that would take time which is one thing we don't have'. 'So we'll
have to use Plan B'. 'You can't give me my formula but I know a man who can'.
Rising she turns to the twins and says 'OK boys do your stuff'.
Kurt and Gunter stoop, take two implements from under the table, and grinning
show then to Jenny. Her eyes open wide as she gasps 'No, you can't. Not that,
please not that'.
Miss Larue, sits quietly smoking a cigarette and watches as they used the two
large feathers. The giggling starts straight away. The feathers are stroked over
just about every sensitive spot on Jenny's body. It isn't long before the
laughter turns to groaning, then pleading and then to screaming. Eventually Miss
Larue picks up the mobile phone she has taken from Jenny's bag and dials a
John is sitting in the office at MI5 when his phone rings. The little screen
shows it's Jenny calling so he answers with 'Hello darling. Everything worked
out OK then'. A different voice to the one he was expecting answered 'No it
didn't John, and I don't think your wife would think so either'. 'I want my
formula and you're going to bring it to me' said Miss Larue. 'Don't know what
you're taking about Miss Larue' answers John guardedly. 'Well let's see if I can
explain it more clearly shall I'. With that she moves toward the table and holds
up the phone. The twins are still tormenting Jenny. 'Oh God, Please stop, I'll
tell you anything, Please no more, I can't take any more' she screams. After a
few more seconds, Miss Larue signals the twins, and they stop. Jenny stops
yelling and rests back on the table gulping huge breaths of air.
'Well Mr. Richards do I get my formula?' Miss Larue demands. With a voice as
cold as the grave John answers 'Where do we swap?' 'I think somewhere nice and
public where lots of people can get hurt if any shooting starts' says Miss
Larue. 'Lets say the south corner of Trafalgar Square, one hour. Don't be late'
and disconnects the line.
Turning back toward the twins she says 'Well we've got ten minutes to spare,
continue what you were doing boys, make sure our little birdie appreciates the
error of her ways'. Both twins raise their feathers, smile slowly, and advance
on poor Jenny. There's one particular bit they haven't tried yet.
Fifty minutes later, John is standing at the South corner of Trafalgar Square
beneath a huge bored looking statue of a lion. He's more agitated than he has
ever been in his life but he fights to remain calm, Jenny is depending on him.
After five minutes a voice says 'Mr. Forbes, or do you prefer Richards? Asked
Miss Larue. John stares malevolently at her waiting. She reaches out and he
passes over the briefcase. She turns to go when John demands 'Where's my wife'.
Miss Larue turns and signals across the square. 'She's just over there Mr.
Richards' be seeing you.
Across the other side of the square, about a hundred yards away, Jenny is
sitting on a bench. A twin sits either side of her. She seems to have her arms
round their shoulders and she is covered with a blanket. At the signal the twins
rise and turn to walk away. As Kurt passes he grasps the corner of the blanket
and drags it behind him.
Jenny is left sitting totally naked on the bench. Her arms, which seemed to be
around the twins, were in fact tied along the top of the seat. Her ankles,
stretched three feet apart, are secured to the front legs at each end of the
bench. It took about two seconds for the first Japanese tourist to notice the
naked blonde with the huge hooters sitting in plain sight and another two
seconds for his camera to be raised.
At the signal John had started racing across the square. He moved faster than he
thought possible but there was at least half a dozen cameras flashing away when
he reached Jenny. He barged his way through them and started to quickly free his
wife. John finally released Jenny and wrapped her in his coat. Unfortunately it
was only a short jacket and Jenny had an uncomfortable five minutes walking back
to the car followed by hundreds of tourists all taking photos of her bare bum.
Jenny sat in the front passenger seat as John drove them home. She turned and
said 'Well I sure blew our first mission didn't I. The villains got away and
took the formula as well. It couldn't have ended any worse'. John sighed and
looked quickly at his wife. 'Actually darling' he said. 'The Boss has asked me
to congratulate you on a job well done'. 'What' exclaimed Jenny? 'How can that
be?' 'Well' said John. 'I replaced the formula with that recipe you tried last
Easter; you remember the one you served just before the entire family went down
with galloping diarrhea. 'Oh, yes that one' said Jenny guiltily. If they put
that in their engines the only place they'll be going fast is to the crapper.
'Also I slipped a homing device into the case and the 'Firm' are tracking them
as we speak. They're going to pick them up as soon as they meet their contact
and we'll get them, Miss Larue and her gang as well'. 'So you see the mission
was a huge success, and we're a success as well'.
'John, you're a marvel' said Jenny. You deserve a great big reward'.
Jenny thought to herself 'Yes a big reward, and I'll make sure you get it
tonight darling'. 'I wonder' she mused 'how he'll react when I serve him his
dinner wearing that maid's uniform I kept'. In her minds eye she pictured the
scene. She approaches wearing the tiny black dress with the plunging neckline
and the short skirt over stockings and suspenders. She bends deeply to serve him
and he catches sight of her hanging boobs and naked thighs above the stocking
tops. He leaps up, clears everything from the table top with one sweep of his
arm, throws her onto the table and rogers her senseless. 'Hmmmmm' yes, thought
Jenny, 'that should do it'. 'I'll have to teach him the butterfly kiss as soon
as I can though. He'll really like that one'.
'Of course he may not always be in the mood'. Jenny chuckled to herself. 'But
whenever that happens I'll just have to remind him of the time he watched while
I licked and sucked on Miss Larue's pussy. He'll have a hard-on like a milk
bottle in seconds'.
'The only thing remaining then is to find out where I can get one of those
feathers that the twins used on me in the basement'.