A story of a russian sex spy

It is wonderful to work for the USSR; it makes some things very easy to get. For Mikhail, it was “getting” women, women with the necessary talents that were worth training. He needed girls who looked good and behaved well. It turned out this wasn’t as hard as you might think.

Summer at USTA Military Camp brought all the promising college-age adults from Moscow. The male complex on one side, the women on the other. Mikhail’s special agents were recruited from this camp. He had a small apartment at the end of the camp, in the factory garage. No one knew it was there. There were no signs and he was mostly underground. He was considered by everyone to be a maintenance man. The matron-in-chief was one of the few who knew his true profession.

Mikhail had designed the camp. It had a very open concept. It was a treeless, well-lit plain, well patrolled by personnel. There were no places to hide from watchful eyes. But one area had been designed contrary to this theme. It had been set up as the perfect place to hide. Just the kind of place sex-starved cadets would seek out. It was the trash and garbage building, and it stank. It stank so badly that the staff refused to enter it. Each day a new group of future soldiers was punished with garbage duty. Once inside, it was obvious that it was a maze of trash cans and barrels, with all the privacy that the stench provided. It was not long before the punished cadets found another use for such a place.

By ten o’clock the camp staff was in the officers’ mess, and the camp considered itself bedded down for the night. The only lights to be seen came from the mess hall and the smelly building. All was quiet. Except for the odd little commotion in the garbage shed. In the basement of the maintenance shop Mikhail had his living quarters. His living room was a bank of twenty 12″ x 12″ Sony color monitors. Here he spent his evenings watching his closed circuit TVs. Soon it would be time to go. He would open a beer and sit and watch and be rewarded. Not many were selected, but some were.

Tonight was sure to be good; the soldiers in training were on maneuvers, away from camp for days. The women toured the hospitals, the men survival training in the woods.

One of the motion sensors on the monitors flashed red, catching Mikhail’s attention. A man slipped into the building, soon flashing red again as a woman entered through another entrance, they moved toward each other. They met in the same place, the barrel storage room, Mikhail zoomed in, put on his headphones, he was now a fly on “that” wall.

He had seen this girl before, and she was of high potential, aggressive, and always picked men she could easily control and dominate. Tonight was no different; it was Dimetry Diminovich, the shy tall slender one from the B squad. The girl Nadia, was tall, fat, buxom, big breasts and strong, but she was also very sexually driven. That was the reason why she had been classified as “interesting” for Mikhail, and tonight she would decide.

“Did you miss me Dimetry?” she pouted to the lanky man who was pressed back against the wall. He was very shy and just shook his head. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come.” As she said this, she moved toward him. His eyes grew wide as she approached. He really didn’t know what to expect. He had heard rumors, but now he was about to find out. Her lips met his and with the speed and skill of an athlete, she pulled on his belt, unzipped his fly and reached into his pants and dropped to her knees. She pulled the boy’s pants down in one smooth motion. Mikhail now knew what had sealed Dimetry’s fate, this fellow was hung like a horse. “The boys were right about you. You are the king of the shower room, Dimetry!” She ran her tongue up and down his thick, pink shaft, then tried to force the whole thing down her throat. The muscles in her throat were enlarged and tense. She wanted “that” cock, wanted to devour it, and devour it she did. Faster and faster she bobbed on his cock. The loud glump, glump, glump of her gagging throat was all he could hear. A hand up her own skirt, stroked her faster and faster. The boy stood rigid and still, letting her take him.

His eyes were shut tight, partly out of fear, partly out of passion. She was in no mood to wait. She was ready to cum and wanted his cum too. Mikhail could see her hips begin to jerk as she neared her climax. Her hand was pressing on the boy’s balls. He began to move as well, her other hand disappearing behind the boy. She buried his shaft deep in her throat. He began to convulse. His eyes were wide open. He was about to cum, the feeling of her finger entering his ass made him very anxious. Nadia had dreamed of his warm cum squirting into her mouth. Dimetry tried with all his might to pull out. He was panicking and bucking to get free. Nadia was determined to taste what she could. Huge spurts of cum, fueled by fear and lust, splashed into her waiting mouth. She caught all but the last squirt, which hit her upper lip as he spurted out the door.

Nadia fell back grinning, her dress pushed up around her waist. Her wet cunt was open and exposed. Mikhail watched as she moaned and slid her finger up and down her slippery opening, gasping, then stopped suddenly, frozen in orgasm, letting it seep through her.

Wet cunt

Mikhail had made his decision. He pressed the switch that locked the doors and kept Nadia in the garbage building, leaving everyone else outside. He called Matron to meet him in the basement of the garbage building. “I have a new recruit, Matron.” “I’m on my way, Mikhail.” That was a better price than expected.

He made his way to the basement tunnel and arrived to find Nadia composed and pleading that she had been locked up while taking out the trash. Yes, she was indeed a smart girl. “Of course you did. Follow me, please.” he said aloud.

When they arrived in the basement, Matron was already waiting there with a slight grin on her face. “Well, well, I should have guessed.” Mikhail roughly sat Nadia down in an armchair and held her while Matron tied both forearms to the chair. “Shall we get started Mikhail?” Matron couldn’t wait to get started. That was the agreement she and Mikhail were working under. He got what he wanted and Matron got the right for the first night. It worked so well for everyone involved.

Matron rewound the tape of Nadia blowing the soldier in the garbage building. It began to play on the screen in front of them; Matron stood there looking down at the now naked girl. Nadia’s eyes grew wide as she watched herself devour the young man on the TV. Matron reached down and pinched the girl’s nipples. “Look, her tits are aroused. She’s getting horny watching herself suck cock.” Nadia began to blush scarlet. “It’s a little too late for that, you little slut,” the matron giggled.

Mikhail approached the chair. The matron unbuttoned his pants. His huge, thick 8″ cock popped out. Neither the matron nor Nadia could take their eyes off him. He was so thick and veiny, neither of them had ever seen one that could be called better. His head like a huge purple plum, his testicles firm, dark and wrinkled like rhino skin. Matron stroked him slowly back and forth; her hand couldn’t get it all the way around, a large drop forming on the slit of the purple head monster. With her other hand, she wiped off the clear liquid and caught a large, thick drop with her index finger. She held it up to the light like a jewel for all to see, then brought her hand down and wiped it expertly across Nadia’s upper lip.

Matron enjoyed humiliating this fresh new slut. Nadia didn’t know what to do. She had never been treated like this before. The salty smell of this strange man’s pre cum, wet on her lip, filled her nostrils. At first she frowned, disgusted, but now he made her swoon, made her almost wet with the passion his musky scent aroused.

Humiliate and …

Matron tapped her finger on the TV screen. It was a side shot showing Nadia impaling herself on the soldier’s penis, her hand furiously pushing her finger into his ass as he squirmed to get away. “Such passion my dear. The KGB will be very happy to have you.” Matron began to take off her own uniform. Soon she was naked, a big bear of a woman, attractive, big round breasts, and a huge hairy mound, the first that Nadia would taste. Matron rubbed her nipples as she looked down at Nadia’s nakedness strapped to the wooden arms of the chair. She grabbed her by both ears as she thrust. She let herself be pulled into the woman’s crotch. She felt her arms being untied. She was pushed to the floor. The matron knelt over her face and pushed her head down. Mikhail licked Nadia, pushed his tongue deep inside her and flicked her wet clit vigorously, over and over again. She began to feel the first waves of orgasm. Matron rubbed her swollen clit against Nadia’s smooth face. Where would it end? She didn’t want to think anymore and just let herself be used and somehow she enjoyed the strange and brutal foreplay.

On and on the lovemaking went; she found herself stretched out on Matron, rubbing with her, pussy to pussy, mouth to mouth. Pumping, rubbing, Matron’s tongue searched deep inside her mouth. She tried to scream as Mikhail’s huge, wormy cock invaded her ass, but she came, each painful, burning thrust in her ass answered by a wonderful, rubbing contraction with Matron. She was completely engulfed in pleasure. She felt the warm, wet spurts signaling Mikhail’s cumming, heard his grunts mixed with Matron’s moans and her own sobs of pleasure. “I’m cumming!!!” she heard herself scream, each painful thrust into her ass forcing more words out of her mouth. She had never felt like this before, abused, humiliated, but completely ecstatic, huge waves of mind-shattering contractions going through her sensitive body. Her squirming matched the undulations, both below and above her. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” over and over she screamed it out. Soon she fell back crying from exhaustion.

As she rested on the floor, she heard her voice playing back over the television.

“I’m cumming…I’m cumming!”

Slowly she opened her eyes. She had been filmed, screaming out her pleasure. Mikhail was pounding his huge meat into her waiting, willing ass, Matron’s face, contorted with lust, beneath her. Nadia was ashamed to see herself on the TV, but she was aroused and wanted it to continue. Matron dressed, “Don’t worry Nadia. You will have more of it than any girl can imagine. You are about to become one of Mikhail’s “spy sluts”. Get some sleep, my dear. Tomorrow you will start your real training.