Parody of the Dog
Jimmy Boom Semtex
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ISBN: 978-1-326-55562-7
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Bunker Boys
The Neo Soviet was gay. It was against protocol.
If his leader, Pug, found out, he was in for the high jump. He bucked in hot cop
drag for his male lover. The other wore Nazi uniform with all the trimmings. Come and get me big boy. I'm all yours!
Both young men were
happy. They played about and mouthed, I love you! to each another. Outside of
the bunker, the war continued. Cold War Part Two with NATO. But war was not on
the minds of the young conscript soldiers. Making love and being in love was.
Fuck the war and their evil tyrannical leader, Pug.
"Hey bro, what
do you think Pug would do to us if he saw us making out? Do you think he would
use his Judo on us or have us shot for dressing like this?" Ivan
commented, holding his lover's hand and kissing him.
The other teenager, Piotr,
looked into space then answered, "I think Pug would join us. To see what
it's like. Then he'd kill us. I don't think it matters if he liked it or not.
He doesn't like what we both stand for. It's not Russian. And that is what Pug hates. As for our sexy outfits..."
"Russian and Russia is a state of mind. If we say we are Russian then that is
what we are, Russian. So what if we're gay? At the end of the day, we're still
Russian. That matters to me. We were born here. As for him joining us, are you
mad? And he'd hate our outfits even more." Ivan shook his head in
disbelief.
"I'm not sure
I'd agree there. He would hate us and anything to do with being gay. Of course
he would. As for being Russian, that's crap. Russians respect strong alpha
males who like fighting, women and vodka. We're the opposite of that. Well,
except the vodka. I'm sure he would enjoy having his cock sucked, by either a
guy or a gal. That's enjoyment. Then, being in charge, he makes us disappear.
Simple as that."
"Do you think
that it matters because we're both Russian? Pug would treat us like some Yankee
enemy scum and kills us. Being gay is the exact reason for that. He wouldn't
ever join us. It's a stupid idea. As is another man touching him."
The other laughed and
rolled his eyes. He silenced Piotr with a luscious kiss and held him close,
rubbing his balls and grinning. They became a tangle of arms, legs, tongues and
more. Watching out for an American or NATO infantry attack could wait. The
steel blast door was locked from the inside and there was an hour till the next
radio check.
All those sexy enemy soldiers making friends with us Neo
Soviet Russians. They're alpha males I'd entertain. Big sexy butch NATO
soldiers. I bet they would love our uniforms. The smart Nazi and the sexy
motorcycle cop...
To Search
Both soldiers hid in plain sight, in the Red
Army. If they were caught, it was a death sentence but that didn't bother them.
They were smart kids and loved a challenge. A challenge like meeting NATO
soldier/s to drink vodka with. As simple as that. No spying, no fighting, no
killing, no war, just drinking and a laugh. If they were lucky, the NATO
soldier/s might be gay. If not, it was drinking time. All NATO troops drank.
It was time to do the radio check. Piotr
handled this. He gave their call sign and a status report. They reported every
fifteen minutes past the hour. This made it easier to confuse any listening
enemy who had cracked the unique hourly encryption codes. Then Ivan and Piotr
crept outside for an hour of freedom. They used the secret entrance underneath
the bunker to 'escape'. It was a short distance to the NATO front lines.
Ivan saw their prize. He nodded and pointed. In
front of them was a NATO soldier, clearly visible against the snow. The man was
huge; towering over six feet tall and weighing a hundred plus kilos. He would
do. Sadly, he was alone. The soldier was pissing against a Christmas tree. When
he had done, he shook the drips off his cock. Piotr saw his chance.
"Here, let me do that. You need to dry
your penis or urine can freeze on it and give you frostbite. You really don't
want that. Igor in our squad had that, he almost lost his bell end."
The NATO soldier zipped his flies up, grabbed
his rifle and dove into a snow ditch. Luckily it wasn't the one he'd just
pissed in. "Shit! Neo Soviets! Halt or I'll shoot!"
"We don't mean you any harm. We need a
drinking partner. We get so board and lonely in our bunker. You can shoot us
but not with that big rifle. Maybe with something else?" Ivan quietly
replied. It was so easy to set the front off, especially at night. There had
been enough recent killing.
"Yes man, relax. We mean you no harm. We
have vodka. Our own and some we stole from the officer's ration. Fresh in from
Moscow," Piotr added. "Come and join us for the night."
"Join you? You're my enemy! How do I
know that you won't kidnap me or shoot me? You're probably lying to me,"
the 'enemy' soldier challenged. His assault rifle covered the two Neo Soviet
men.
"We will show you. Follow us to our
bunker. We enter by a secret way. Our vodka is there. Keep your gun on us. If
we run or try anything funny, shoot us."
"Piotr. He could kill us! Are you
serious? Look, this is a silly idea and dangerous. I want to go back."
"Comrade Ivan, we've come this far. Do
you want us to return and drink alone?"
"I don't know. I..."
"Ok. I'll go. I'll cover you. If you
run, I shoot. I could do with some vodka. I'm sick of freezing my butt off
guarding my trench. The others will be asleep and won't miss me." The NATO
soldier nodded and indicated 'move' with his gun.
Piotr smiled and grabbed Ivan's arm. He led
the way back to the bunker. The NATO soldier followed at a safe distance.
Close Combat
"Mr NATO Soldier, you have such a lovely
butt!" Ivan lost his shyness and slapped the 'enemy's' backside.
"Thank you. I work out twice a day. Even
in the trench. This vodka is good!" the NATO soldier replied, taking a
long pull from the bottle.
"Only the best. Liberated from our
officers' ration," Ivan said, taking a drink from the bottle when it was
passed to him.
"Cheers comrade," Piotr commented,
taking his turn. "Men who drink vodka from bottles or jam jars are all
equal. Everyone is invited for we all bleed red."
"Very very true. Pass the bottle. So
what do you both do for fun here then? When you're not guarding Mother Russia
from the enemy NATO hordes?"
"What do we do?" Ivan looked at
Piotr, who met his eyes and then nodded. "We make love, dress up and kiss
one another."
The NATO soldier would have fallen off his
char, if he had been sat in one. He was leant against the cold concrete wall.
"Bloody hell! You do what?"
"It's as Ivan says," Piotr
confirmed.
"In that case, you better show me."
"We will do."
The two Neo Soviet soldiers, now slightly
drunk and very flirty, dressed up as Playboy Bunny girls. They weren't shy at
stripping naked in front of a stranger. If anything, it added to their
eroticism.
"Go down on all fours and I'll take you
both from behind," the NATO soldier said.
Piotr and Ivan looked at one another then
nodded. They did as asked, on all fours with their butts invitingly on show.
"Fantastic," the NATO man observed.
"Target in sight."
"Take me now," Ivan replied.
"Then me! Violate my airspace," Piotr
added, with an erotic grin. He opened a new bottle of officer's vodka and took
a swig and passed the bottle.
The NATO soldier had a long drink and mounted
Ivan then popped his medium size tool up Ivan's back passage. A bit of
lubricant made it easy. He began pumping away.
"You sure feel good. Are all Neo Soviet
troops this good?"
"You bet Mr NATO Soldier," Ivan
whispered. "Just wait till you penetrate Piotr's defences."
"Oh my, I can't wait!" The NATO man
spent a couple of minutes with Ivan and then took his comrade from behind. It
was a nice experience.
"You feel just the right size,"
Piotr laughed, enjoying the rear action. The NATO opponent was doing his job,
his energetic strokes gave the Russian what he wanted. To add to his joy, NATO
wanked off his lover. Nice and slow. Like a stealth night attack.
The military operation continued till it was
radio time. The NATO soldier came all over both Neo Soviet back sides. He had
them both and was the winner. His hand action made them both cum like it was a cluster
bomb attack. It was a messy scene. Neo Soviet spunk was everywhere. The bunker
looked like a war zone. Erotic style. The bunny girl outfits were strewn on the
floor.
It was a night of heady sex and drinking. When
it was over the Neo Soviet lovers escorted their NATO warrior safely to his
lines. If possible, they would meet up again. NATO and the Neo Soviet empire
were friendly that night. Would it always remain so? Time would always tell.
Sky Girl
Diane flew her
updated Northrop F-20 Tigershark. She had just shot down three of the vaunted
Sukhoi Su-35 Super Flankers. Easy as
taking sweets off a baby. This updated Tigershark is awesome. The Asian Babes
sure got it right. Best 'shark ever.
NATO had fielded the
best warplane ever built. Admittedly, it was an improvement over the earlier
F-20 models, of which ten thousand were built in four versions. Versions five
and six were perfect. Hundreds had already been made and thousands more ordered.
America/NATO would clear the enemy Neo Soviet jets from the sky.
Suddenly Diane's
threat warning gear beeped and an audio voice chimed in her headphones, Enemy jet spotted... It gave the
heading, speed and altitude. A few seconds later, the type: another Su-35. The
target indication appeared on her Helmet Mounted Sight when she turned her head
and also her wide angle radar's scope. Then, turning her jet, it appeared on
her Head Up Display. She increased power and felt her plane surge forward,
powered onwards to battle by an F414 EPE engine. The computer armed the
remaining missiles and Diane monitored it.
Perfect, saved me several seconds selecting BVR missiles just then. Good, good,
good...
"Here we go
mother fucker. Hammer time," Diane commented, moving her Helmet Sight in
perfect alignment with her enemy. "Fox Three!" A single fire and
forget radar guided Meteor missile was on the way. She violently turned away
from her enemy and dropped chaff and flares to decoy any enemy missiles; there
were none. Her digital jammer wasn't even needed. In seventeen seconds, the Neo
Soviet Super Flanker ceased to exist.
"Hope I killed
the pilot. His Mamushka will be sad but fuck her. Less pilots to face NATO."
Diane grinned and half rolled her F-20E upside down and headed to the ground.
She was the best, a double ace. Ten kill markings, soon eleven, attested to
that.
Killer Maiden's De-briefing
After her battle,
Diane debriefed then showered. Before sleeping, she popped over to see her
lover. He was a computer programmer, fighting the Neo Soviets in cyberspace. Right
now it time for a shag. Diane took a cock ring along. This would make her man
stay hard longer.
"Hi my dream
lover, how are you?" Diane greeted John, her casual lover. He let her into
his small air force issue room.
"I'm good. I've
missed you. Good mission?" They embraced and kissed.
"Yes, one of the
best yet. I splashed four Super Flankers. A piece of cake. Your new missile
software improved my kill probability. Not a single missile missed." She
grinned and clapped her hands in glee.
He whistled and
kissed her again. "Good to hear. Another victory for the good guys."
"Yes, another
victory. Look, I brought you this." Diane gave John her gift.
"Wow, a cock
ring. Cool!" John accepted it and held it up to the low power ceiling
light. The platinum ring glistened in the bad light. "It looks very pretty
and strong."
"You think so? Great.
We've never tried one."
"We soon will
baby. I'll make you a coffee, after that we can try it.
After the coffees
they fucked. The cock ring was a real winner. John came three times and remained
hard throughout. It was like he was the NATO Tigershark, always attacking and
up for a fight. Winning every time. Their sex lasted for four hours.
Diane was done in. I'm feeling all in after the mission and all
this fucking. It really works. He's stayed hard all the bloody time. I should
have brought the cock ring on my mission free day...
The Missileers
The American Asian Babes
had upgraded the Tigershark so she was wonderfully capable. This included an
F414 EPE engine. EPE stood for Enhanced Performance Engine. It gave 20% more
thrust than the normal engine. It was the best in its class, 26,400lb in full
afterburner.
There were three
Asian Babes: Kas, Olla and Lann. They made aeroplanes, missiles and other cool
stuff and also liked sex. Lots of it with other people.
Kas stood in front of
her lover and said, "Smell this love."
He felt her move his
head to her panties as she lifted up her dress. He sniffed her panties. They
smelled of lilac conditioner. His eyes traced the outline of her pubic stubble,
faintly visible. Her tanned skin was appealing, as was the raised skirt.
"My panties
smell good?"
"Yes, they do
dear. They smell of lilac," her lover replied.
"Make love to
me."
"Yes my Asian
beauty."
When they had sex, it
was way more than that.
Shop Time
Olla was in the
supermarket. She was walking along, doing her shopping. Her cowboy boots clip
clapped on the tiled floor. The black figure hugging jeans she wore were very
stylish. Suddenly, Olla shrieked and jumped into the air, dropping her shopping
basket. A green apple rolled out of it. She bent down to pick it up and looked
about, sheepishly, then continued shopping. A minute later, in the tinned
section while getting baked beans, it happened again; she leapt into the air
and screamed. Other shoppers looked about and stared at her, noticing her odd
behaviour. When she started laughing and grabbing her crotch, a young female store
assistant called security. They thought she was on drugs.
"Have you taken
any drugs, miss?" the security guard asked.
"No, I haven't.
I don't do drugs. I'm a good girl," Olla replied.
"Ok. Well, I
need you to..." He didn't finish his sentence. The crazy woman jumped into
the air again and shouted.
"That feels so
bloody good!" she screamed, rubbing her pussy.
"Right, get out
of this store now! If you don't leave, I'll call the police." The guard
grabbed Olla's arm and she went mental. She jumped up and down, ran about and
laughed so much. Then she fell to the floor and climaxed. Her sighs and groans
got everybody's attention. Including her boyfriend, who waited in the next
aisle. He triggered a remote control, much like a small TV one. It controlled
the battery powered love balls that were inside Olla's pussy. When turned on,
they vibrated and gave instant pleasure. Orgasm was only a few jolts away.
"Are you
coming," asked the female store assistant. "Oh my God, you are!"
"Yes, I am. Oh
my, this feels so good. I wish you could join me... ah, oh, dear God... oh, oh,
ah!"
"I'd lose my
job. I've never had an orgasm before." The girl looked all of her young
eighteen years but it was clear that she was open minded.
"I want... to
show... you how..." Olla looked up at the assistant and grinned.
"Meet me by the
clock tower tomorrow at midnight. I must go now."
The security guard had
long since disappeared and the distant sound of police sirens brought sudden
awareness. The boyfriend clicked OFF on his remote and killed the balls then
ran over to Olla, who was sprawled on the tiles. He lifted her up and carried
her, fireman style, out of the store's rear entrance. "Time to leave babe.
How was it?"
"It was fucking
amazing," Olla whispered, still half in ecstasy. "I came three times.
My panties are all wet. The sexy young girl assistant wants to learn how to
cum. "
"Fantastic, I
bet you'll show her. We'll hide here, in the alleyway round the corner. They'll
never think to look here." It was dark in the alley and smelled of urine
and decaying rubbish.
"Gonna meet her
by the clock tower tomorrow. Come along if you want. Fuck me now baby,"
the aroused girl commented.
"You bet I will,
on both."
Her boyfriend
triggered the love balls again and she instantly came. He stifled her shouts
and groans, not wanting to be caught by the cops. Quickly, he undid Olla's
jeans and his own. Carefully he removed the sodden love balls and put them into
his jacket pocket. Pussy juice and cum was everywhere. His cock was hard. It
fit right inside her pussy and they fucked away like they'd just broken the
law.
"We must do this
again. It was awesome. Oh that feels so damn good... Fuck me baby. Fuck
me."
"We'll do it
again tomorrow. Oh Olla, you're so tight..."
Clock Time
By the old clock
tower, the slim shop assistant waited. Olla and her boyfriend walked over and
greeted her. She joined them and they went to the market. It was quiet there. A
good place to have sex and teach a young lady how to cum.
Olla's boyfriend had friction
burns on his knees from fucking the young shop assistant, called Emma, from
behind. He gasped like an injured man and fucked her like a dog. She whispered
some unknown person's name over and over. It was obvious she was coming and
enjoying it. It hadn't taken long for her to learn.
She did a sixty nine
with Olla. It was quick and dirty. Then it was fingering time. One, two then
three fingers were shoved up the girl's cunt. She was tight but was soon opened
up. When both ladies kissed, it was superb. No lessons were needed there. The
night was young and other varied sex acts lessons were on the curriculum. The
student was very willing...
Sluttish
Lann was on her back
and being teased. A man she picked up in a heavy metal bar was being naughty.
He rubbed his cock on her pussy, over the lips and to her clit. His meaty cock
greased Lann's lush cunt.
"Oh you bad man.
I want you inside of me. Now!"
"You must
wait," the man replied, rubbing his huge erection up and down.
"Fucking hell,
I'm coming!" And she did. Lots of white discharge appeared. Her sighs were
all it took to make her lover act. He shoved his cock into her and they fucked
like animals.
"Ah! You fucking
bitch! You feel so good. Keep coming babe. Fucking hell."
Lann moaned and
closed her eyes. She was pounded by the monster cock and placed her legs either
side of his shoulders. He held on with one hand, slowly caressing her petite
legs with the other. Her body was a work of art. Living, erotic, fuckable art.
The noises she made were equal to any opera or divine comedy.
"I'm
there," Lann stammered. Her cum spurted out in a stream all over his belly
and pubes. Her one night stand rubbed his fingers in it and tasted it.
"You taste good.
I could do this all night, Lann."
"What about your
wife? Will she be suspicious?"
"Yes, she will.
I'll say I'm with her sister."
"You fuck her
sister?"
"Yes. I've
fucked her for three years. My wife lets me."
"You should
bring the sister up. We can have a threesome. What's your name by the way?"
"I will, next
week. I'm Les. Don't forget to give me your number..."
Lann nodded and they
continued to fuck. It would be something to look forward to and gossip for her Asian
Babe lady friends.
Showtime
Lerma was up for it.
She was on a role and getting plenty of it. It was easy to get and she was
always in demand. Right now, she was balanced on a massive shiny table, on all
fours. Pug was violating her from behind. His minions of Neo Soviet slaves did
his dirty work while he, the leader of the evil empire, did as he pleased. This
included fucking Lerma from behind. With a twang, he pulled her bikini bottoms
to one side and slid his small size cock home. Doggy style was Pug's favourite
position. He was in charge and always got his way. That is till he was whipped
and beaten unconscious by his humble cleaning lady. Lerma had a mean right
hook.
"That's right,
fuck me. Take me now!" Lerma screamed, looking back over her shoulder.
"Shut the fuck
up bitch and take the pounding!" Pug replied, slapping Lerma's firm round
arse. He left a vivid red mark.
Her green jealous
eyes glared at her leader. "Keep that up and I may like it..."
"That's the
idea. For now, I'll settle for your tight pussy. Then suck me."
"Yes Pug. You're
my master."
"Don't ever
forget it! Ok bitch, I want you to scream. Long and loud."
"Yes
master." Lerma took a deep breath and screamed long and hard. Pug slapped
her butt again and increased his speed. His balls slapped against her. Again
she screamed.
Evil Central
In Moscow it was
sunny but cold. Snow was underfoot. In Lerma's bath there were plenty of
bubbles. She was acting all shy for Pug. He grinned madly when he saw her big
wobbling tits, covered in bubblebath.
"I'm going to
send you to the Gulag for looking so fucking sexy!" Pug exclaimed,
climbing into the bath to join his wench. Water overflowed onto the rich mauve
carpet.
"I was hoping
you would. I've been naughty. The Gulag sounds just about right..." Lerma
lifted up a breast and pretended to kiss it. Bubbles dribbled off it. She
splashed more onto it and her chest.
"You naughty
bitch..."
"Yes
master."
Pug chased her around
the huge bath tub. He slipped on the soap and went underwater. Lerma grabbed
him and held him under for thirty seconds. When he surfaced he was red in the
face and cursing in Russian. She grabbed his cock and wanked it. It was soon
hard. He got his breath back and attempted to kiss the buxom woman. Jokingly,
she pushed him away and then yanked him forward by his dick. He screamed more
oafs.
They fucked in the
tub, at times hidden by the thick stream of bubbles. The water was always
running. Bubbles burst forth like chemical weapons gassing the enemy. Pug was a
strong and potentially violent man but of limited experience in sexual matters.
Yet he gave as good as he got. He slapped Lerma's curvy butt and rubbed her
thighs. She groaned with pleasure.
"Kiss me,"
she commented. Pug did so. She mounted him and held him above water so he
wouldn't go under.
"Oh babe,"
Pug sighed. He came in an understatement of action. Their sex action was over.
"Is that it? Make
me cum!" the bossy woman exclaimed. He rapidly nodded, knowing he had no
choice.
It took ten minutes
for the second most powerful man in the world to make his mistress climax. He
used his hand, fingers, tongue and cock. When she climaxed, she shouted and
half deafened the Neo Soviet war boss. He was about to slap her but then he saw
her glare; it was enough to melt Siberian ice...
Bomb Time
In war people often
did mad things. Like having sex in a bomb factory. This is what two young
people did in the middle of an air raid. Sirens and explosions added to their
delight. They were called Inky and Minky and both were typical citizens of
either warring side. Sex, drinking, watching TV and other pleasures were
amongst their hobbies. Being twin sister also had its advantages; they always
got their own way.
Sharing the same look
was cool. Blond hair, cut short, gave an urban look, as did brown eyes and pale
skin. Strangers thought their skin was artificially pale; it was all natural.
They were a little over five feet tall, slim, with big breasts and of muscular
build. Again, all natural. Plastic tits were for freaks. Their names were given
at birth, with no family name. The Mother, now dead, had been a tattooist who
slept about. The twins didn't share mum's inky passion but they liked men with
tattoos. In fact, they liked any man with a working cock and will to use it.
Being an identical
twin got each individual girl out of trouble. It was harder to find the
culprit, for example, if one had shagged a married man who had a jealous wife.
The twin named Inky had done just that. When the angry wife called at their
small flat, she didn't know whom to blame, so blamed both.
Minky picked up an
unfired Armour Piercing 20MM cannon shell, complete with alloy case. She passed
the heavy shell to Inky and said, "There you go dear sister. Put it up my
pussy. And fuck me."
"Ok dear sister.
My oh my, that's a big weapon. I wonder if it'll fit," Inky replied,
grinning terribly.
Minky opened her legs
and smiled. Her smooth hairless thighs led up to the magic golden glory hole.
The shell nudged her labia and slowly entered. Like a nuclear submarine
entering its lair. It fit perfectly. "Look at that. Now fuck me with it
babe."
"You bet I
will." The other twin did just that, fucked her sister with a live cannon
shell.
The twin being
penetrated by the shell played with her nipples and rubbed her breasts. Groans
filled the small production area. The enclosed concrete room gave good
protection and privacy and had a door that locked from the inside. It was
locked now. Not even the muted missile explosions and firing guns distracted
the twins.
Both girls kissed.
Sensually and slow down till you die type kissing. If an enemy smart bomb came
through the toughened roof, they would die happy.
"Rub my clit too
baby," the cannon shell taking twin whispered, amongst kisses.
"Mmm," was
her reply.
The other tickled her
twin's clit and rubbed the delicate area. Her pussy was bald and a work of art.
A living feeling fucking cannon shell engorging masterpiece. This feels so damn good. I wish we never had
to make a thousand of these shells. Who cares about using them on combat to
kill the enemy? Invite the enemy here for a damn good sex party. Oh what joy...
It took a few short
minutes for the receiver to climax. Her screams drowned out the distant
explosions and roar of low level jet engines. Even when a near miss shook the
room, making dust fall from the ceiling, the receiver didn't stop screaming.
Her breathing was raw and her face red. The red of a bomb blast or the blood of
life.
"Mother fucker!
That was awesome. You made me cum twice Inky dear."
"I bet you
enjoyed it. It's your turn to make me cum now." Minky swapped places with
Inky and now became the receiver. Outside, the air and missile attack
continued. The shell glistened with pussy juice, as did the floor and the
other's lovely thighs.
"Here we go
Inky. Standby to get fucked..."
"Bring it on
baby. It was good we've already completed our work quota."
"Yes it is. Who
wants war when we can make love? Fuck the war."
"Oh babe. Look
at my pussy..."
Gold Girl Guy
Her lover picked her up and put her legs over
his shoulders, so she was facing him. She held onto his head. He got to work,
licking her pussy. It was right up to his face. He sneezed twice when her long
untrimmed pubic hair tickled his nose and nearly dropped her. She muttered,
'Don't drop me,' and he made a noise in reply.
His tongue worked over her clit and she
squirmed then mewed. A long drawn out sound of utter delight. No other woman in
the world made that sound. It made her special. He moved his head in circles
and lapped away with his ample sized tongue. She came quickly and begged for
more. He walked over to the wall for his shoulders were cramping up. Gently, he
leant against the mauve wallpaper and kept on licking. She kept on mewing. This
went on for another ten minutes. Then they fucked.
The girl fucked like a rabbit who had just
eaten a fake carrot made of the holy green weed. She went at it at hyper
velocity. Oddly, she mewed like a cat on each out breath. The sex didn't last
long. After they'd done, the couple separated and cleaned their bits. The man
wiped cum off his cock with tissue. His lover's juices were already drying on
his tool. He'd need to wash his it. Even though they were alone in the
luxurious house, out of habit he put on his dark blue shorts. Some of his
lover's dry cum wiped onto the material; it left a smudge. He looked at it and
brushed it off. It was like 'blond powder dust' and caught the light. Examining
his dick, he saw it all over the shaft, his balls and thighs.
"My solid gold lover. Your cum is all on
my cock and balls," he laughed.
His lover looked up and put her own tissue
down. "Oh my fucking God. Look in the mirror," she blushed, her
cheeks went scarlet.
The man did so and smirked. Dry cum covered
his face. It was golden in colour. "Who needs gold and jewels when I have
my one and only golden girl with golden cum? Fuck a golden duck, I love
you..."
"I'm worth more than all the precious
things in the world," she commented, hiding behind her hands. "I
won't say what it's like, with your spunk inside me. Come on, let's
shower."
"I'm up for a shower my love. Wash that
cum out of you. We can make love in the shower..."
"Then I'll need another shower!"
she glowered and threw her used blob of tissue at him. He agilely batted it
away.
"Then I'll wash you down myself, from
your back to your pussy." Her lover slapped her sexy butt. She screamed
and ran to the bathroom; he followed. His cock was going hard again and bulged
in his shorts.
"I'm hard again, look..."
"Oh not again!" she giggled.
The sound of running water hid her laughter
and his randy comments. They needed to talk about the terror network they
funded but it could wait. The war was literally going nowhere. Their plans
would hopefully change that and cripple the enemies ability to transport his
men and materiel. Time was on their side. Another sex session was fine.
Nuclear Denis
Denis worked in a secret factory that made
nuclear warheads for NATO at a secret location. It was so secret he always got
lost on the way to work. This is why he had a secret live in robot called
Fiona. Fiona also worked in the factory, making secret nuclear weapons. She was
in charge of quality control and made sure Denis did a good job. Her other job
was to keep Denis safe, for he was a nuclear physicist and was a national
asset. As was Fiona and the factory. Unlike her human counterpart, the lady
robot was skilled in fifty six types of Martial Arts. She had been made in
Japan and also had another secret skill: she was a fuckbot. Fiona did anything
in bed, from sucking, fucking, being tied up, getting spanked with a broom,
doing kinky sex, having threesomes and anything else. The only thing she
wouldn't do was have sex with an animal. It was against her programming.
In the secret nuclear bomb factory, appropriately
named Secret Nuclear Bomb factory Number 7 (actually factory number one but
this was to confuse everybody, not just the enemy), Fiona was in action. Not
checking weapon quality, for it had already been checked after it was made, but
sucking Denis' dick. He was leant against a newly completed nuclear missile.
His trousers were round his ankles and he was red in the face. His eyes were
shut and he was murmuring rude words. The Japanese robot nibbled his bell end
and scratched his balls.
"Oh Holy Lady of Kazan! What would my
Russian Catholic mother think if she could see me now? A Japanese robot sucking
my dick... Oh Fiona, that feels so fucking good. Oh my... Don't stop..."
Denis whispered, to himself. "It's bad enough I defected and now make
bombs for our enemy. Bombs which will kill my fellow Russians. But Pug and his
Neo Soviet slaves started this war... I had to defect... Oh Fiona, that feels
so fucking good... Oh..."
"Glad to be of service," Fiona
robotically answered, even though her mouth was full.
"Oh suck me dry..."
"Yes. I will comply and suck you dry."
Five minutes flew by and then Denis shot his
load. Fiona sucked him dry, licked his cock and balls clean. When she had
finished, there wasn't a drop of spunk anywhere. She would reprocess his semen
and use it for fuel in her energy cell.
"Fiona, stand facing the nuclear bomb
and bend over. I'll fuck you from behind." Denis wanked his cock to keep
it hard. The robot took up position and lifted up her long black skirt. She
wore virgin white panties.
"I'm ready to be fucked from
behind," she said.
"Good girl. Remove your panties."
"Yes. I will remove my panties."
Fiona did so and put them neatly on top of the nuke.
Denis angled his cock and entered her from
the rear. He began thrusting away and said more rude things. These included
impossible sex acts with nuclear weapons and other unprintable words.
It was quite a scene, the robot being fucked
by a Russian defector against the most powerful weapon ever made. Make love not war. I'll back that saying
every bloody time, Denis thought, as he started to cum for a second time.
He was a robust and highly endowed man from a peasant family. His mother had
ten children with his farming father. Tilling the land was second to fucking.
Nuclear weapon manufacture was also second place to fucking. Would Denis still fuck
the robot if it was male? That was an interesting question.
"Do I satisfy you Denis?" Fiona
emotionlessly asked.
"Yes... Yes you do," Denis replied
through gritted teeth. He thought rude thoughts and came in all his glory. His
screams were like he was being burnt alive by napalm. Intense and memorable.
"Is there anything else that is required
of me?"
The human paused and struggled for breath.
Finally he answered. "Just get me some tissue and a bottle of vodka
please. Antonov. And a tumbler of ice..."
"Consider it done." The nuclear
fuckbot put her panties back on, smoothed her skirt down and nodded. She
returned in two minutes with tissue and the drink.
"Wonderful. Don't tell the bosses now about
our sex or drinking at work. We'll both lose our jobs if they catch us,"
Denis commented, drawing a line across his throat. With a crack he opened the
bottle and poured neat vodka onto the ice and took a gulp. He nodded and took
another.
"I won't tell anybody about our fucking
or drinking on the job, Denis. I'm glad you like the vodka. Thank you, I would
love a drink." Fiona took the offered bottle and had a small sip.
"The best Russian firewater in the
world." He drank from the tumbler and motioned for them to both side down.
They leant against the one hundred million dollar thermonuclear bomb and he got
drunk. Then Fiona would chaperone Denis home after their shift. Such was the work
in a nuclear weapons establishment. A world full of secrets, all deniable. Like
fucking a robot and drinking on the job.
Swapping Sides
There were four people, two men and two
women, who made up two couples. They were called Sean and Rita and Joe and
Alison. Their main job was spying on Neo Soviet air bases, missile sites, troop
locations and other sensitive war targets. All of them were from England but
each was fluent in Russian and easily passed as a Russian national. Their
missions took them all over the west of the country, individually, in couples
or all together. Sometimes they swapped partners to not arise suspicion of
being with the other for too long. This tactic was used to confuse KGB
surveillance. But one day, after a mission of spying on a tank factory, they
did it for real.
"I've just put the hand written notes
into the capsule and attached it to the carrier pigeon. The bird will be in
London in three days, all being well," Sean told Rita, who was his wife,
and the others.
"Good Sean, the info is not time
critical but will be of great interest to London," Rita replied. "We'll
go on the next mission, myself and Joe. We'll pretend we're together. Like you
two did." She indicated to her partner, Sean, and Alison, who had been his
make believe partner on the mission.
"It was a good mission that gave some
useful information. Using the old Lada car was a great idea. Talk about being
one of the natives," Sean grinned. "Yes, you and Joe are next.
Another good idea, pretending we're fake couples."
"Yes, our turn next," Joe added,
with a nod.
"It is a good idea. Hey, how about we do
it for real? Swap partners in bed and then for real. Who's up for it?"
Alison asked with a sly grin. Her three fellow spies and friends gawped at her.
"You serious? Like fuck the other person's
partner? And then swap over for good? We can swap back for future missions."
Rita broke the shocked silence first.
Alison nodded and winked. Sean looked at her
and said, "Well then. You were my pretend girlfriend when we scoped the
tank place out. Let's try it, making love. Right now. The others can do it too.
Can't you, Rita and Joe? And yes, we can swap back for mission work."
"I'm up for it," Alison confirmed.
She got undressed. They all watched her. She led Sean to a large sofa and they
got it on.
"Me too. Is that ok love?" Sean
replied, then asking his wife. Rita nodded and looked at Joe.
Joe was quiet for a few seconds, obviously
thinking. "I'm for it. Come here Rita. Kiss me."
Rita went over to him and joined him on the
other sofa. Nothing else had ever occurred in the small low quality Moscow
council flat that was their 'home' and base. It was a good job there was no
bugs; they swept the flat twice a day, even when they never went outdoors.
They were soon fucking one another's wives.
Rita with Joe and Sean with Alison. They were all having adult fun and getting
to know one another intimately. After this, they would return to their real
partners and fuck, then if all was fine, swap over to be with their new full
time partner. The odds were good.
It was a long and heated sex session, with no
secrets or inhibitions. Anything went. This was the way when you were on the
front line, serving your country in World War 3. At any second, the KGB could kick
the door in or blow up the tower block. Killing four enemy spooks was worth the
loss of other innocent lives if it meant protecting the Neo Soviet Motherland.
Life Ends?
Life was cheap. Pug
knew that. His conventional missile and air attacks against NATO had achieved
surprise but not full victory. NATO was fighting back and Neo Soviet losses
were mounting. This put Pug in a terrible mood. As did his recent beating by
his mistress, Lerma. His whole body ached. The bruises weren't visible. Does anyone suspect? Off to the Gulag if
they do.
"I want tactical
nuclear missile strikes at NATO bases and barracks. And the following cities
hit with big bombs," Pug told his war advisors.
They looked at one
another and then nodded. One designated as 'leader' nodded again and confirmed
the order. Would this lead to the end?
"Make sure my
orders are carried out to the letter. Anyone who fails to follow my orders will
be punished, severely." Pug looked at his war staff. Most didn't meet his
gaze. Those who did were submissive.
"Yes, Prime
Minister," his war slaves replied together.
It didn't really
matter what side anyone was on. All of the people were the same. They felt the
same emotions and shared similar thoughts. The war didn't care about that. All
it was bothered about was killing. And so it continued. Dead leaders were
replaced by new ones who vowed total victory and utter annihilation of the
enemy. The same old overused lies...
