Agent  008
Part 1 - first real info

“So what was so damned important I had to cancel on my wife’s at her birthday party, damn it?” The director was pissed.

Agent Kid didn’t even bat an eye at his director’s temper tantrum. “We have a new lead on that agent I told you about.”

The Director was suddenly all ears. “Well?”

“We believe, now, after seven hundred and forty seven therapy sessions with seven hundred and forty seven separate agents that the agent in question is Mossad, a Metsada operative, and female. We believe this agent, which I have dubbed Agent 008, has killed or compromised over one thousand agents worldwide, has better skills than any agent we have come up against so far, bar NONE, and is now in the US with orders to kill or compromise the Russian Ambassador. That enough to salve your guilty conscience Director?” Agent Kid leaned back in his chair, his eyes glued to the far corner of the ceiling.

The Director knew that meant only one thing: that Agent Kid had more info to tell. “AND? Stop the damn dramatics Kid and spill your info or let me go.”

Agent Kid got that damned sardonic look on his face and leaned forward again. “She is apparently beautiful, blonde, full figured, and is pissing good at hypnosis. She is skilled in at LEAST fifteen different martial art forms, including Tuite, which seems to be her favorite. She has, in the past, as near as we can nail down, hypnotized her targets, told them to forget what they had done with her in the last how ever long she had been around them, erased their memories so to speak, and then implanted some sort of monitoring device on them.”

“Anything else?”

Agent Kid chuckled. “We got lucky. That agent that was found wandering around nude in the desert? He was sent to an in-house therapist for eval, and the therapist, on a whim, put him under. Imagine the surprised look on the therapist’s face when he heard how the Mossad agent had worked this poor guy over!”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“According to the compromised agent’s memory under hypnosis, she fucked him silly, stuck her fingers clear up his ass, hypnotized him to forget everything, and then set him free!”

There was a knock on the door. The Director yelled “Come in!”

A worried looking man sidled into the room, whispered something into Agent Kid’s ear, then left as quickly as possible without waiting for an answer.

“SHIT!” Agent Kid was clearly upset.

“What now?!” The Director did not like the way this was going. Suddenly both his and Agent Kid’s beepers went off. The director got up and went to his desk, punched in two numbers and said “Yes?”

His face went ashen.

Stealthy Encounter

“Hi honey.” Her tone was cool. After all, her husband HAD departed in the middle of her birthday party!

There were only a few dozen of her party guests left at their large sumptuous residence. The Director of the CIA made his obligatory rounds expressing his apologies for having to leave the festivities earlier. As expected, Director Kevin Kaylor knew all of the high profile guests, until he turned the corner and came face to face with the most beautiful face he had ever seen. His observant eyes automatically scanned her toned perfect body even as he smiled in greeting.

The woman chuckled as her dancing light grey eyes watched his eyes sizing her body up. “So you like what you see, do you?” She chuckled again, a deep throaty, sensuous promise. Her eyes were aloof, but the depths of the sorrow in her eyes arrested his normal, candid appraisal. He stood there dumbfounded, staring into her eyes. Suddenly he remembered his manners and introduced himself

“I am Tona. I am pleased to meet you.” Her hand shake was firm. Always gathering data on people he met, the Director thought he detected a slight Russian accent behind her seemingly fluent English.

“Are you from Russia then Tona?” he asked, unafraid to press his obvious advantage due to his position. The fact that her nipples had hardened slightly under his gaze did not escape his notice.

“I come from Georgia, Mr. Kaylor. You are most observant. Is my accent so noticeable then?” Her face seemed to take on a portion of the sadness that had riveted his attention to her eyes.

“No, goodness no! Your English is excellent, Tona! Please call me Kevin, by the way.” The Director put on his most engaging smile. “How did you come to know my wife, Tona?”

“Your lovely wife invited me when she saw me at the gym today. We worked out together. Your wife is in excellent shape.”

The Director wanted to say the same about Tona. His eyes again caressed her body as he tried hard not to focus in her protruding nipples.

“You seem to have caused those naughty nubbins to express their excitement, Kevin!”

“What? Oh . . . . ah . . . yes, . . . . oh goodness, . . . . I apologize for being rude. Please forgive me!” The Director’s face was crimson.

Tona giggled alluringly, her self-assured smile taking on a slight insinuation of the coquette. She then nodded to him, as if to dismiss him, to announce that she would continue on from whence she came. As she passed him, her soft hand cupped his package under his Brooks Brothers suit, patting it affectionately, and then releasing him. Her intimate hint of perfume took the Director’s breath away.

Taking a Bath

The Director’s wife’s 55th birthday had finally wound down. The Director hoped it went well enough for her that he would finally get lucky tonight.

All the guests were gone now. The large mansion on the outskirts of Washington DC was finally empty, save for the Director, his charming wife, and their lovely guest Tona. Oddly enough, Tona did not seem to be getting ready to leave. The Director, suspicious by nature, began to speculate, sensing that something was not quite right here.

As he was formulating his several hypotheses as to what might be nefarious activity was occurring, the Director was surprised to see Tona tenderly take his wife’s, Madi’s, hand and guide her toward the hallway which lead to their sumptuous master bedroom suite.

Tona lovingly placed her hand on Madi’s lower back as she turned her head to address the Director. “Are you coming to play with my naughty nubbins, dear Kevin?” Her radiant coquettish smile caused the Director’s manhood to surge in anticipation of the narcissistic possibilities. But with his wife there? Something was definitely a kilter!

The two women continued down the hallway out of the Director’s line of sight. Was it just his imagination, of did he actually hear a sound evocative of two people kissing drift back around the corner to his prickling ears? Then he heard his wife’s distinct moan of soft pleasure.

By the time the Director reached the hallway, the women were in the bedroom suite. And by the time he breached the bedroom doorway in his fetid rush, the women were already in the bathroom, just closing the door. As it shut, he skidded to a halt in front of it, not certain whether he should demand admittance to their now private sanctuary, or simply wait until they opened the door on their own.

The sounds of the bath faucet, or shower water, hissed at him from behind the paneled door. He could soon smell the soft sensuous fragrances of a woman in her bath wafting under the door.

As he paced back and forth on the thick light gray carpet of their bedroom, wondering what that woman was doing to, or with, his wife, his penis swelled to torturing imprisoned firmness. The Director grew more and more antsy. He was not by nature a patient man.

Finally, unable to tolerate the fretful misery of the imposed wait, he knocked viciously on the rich polished wood of the arch-topped door. The heavy door swung slowly open as he knocked on it, revealing the two women locked in a passionate embrace next to the large antique claw-foot bathtub, their tongues tenderly stimulating each other’s trembling lips, their hands caressing each other softly, tenderly, lovingly.

The Director stood there, his mouth hanging open, his cock a tented cramped bulge in his Brooks Brothers slacks.

His wife looked at him, smiling angelically. “Close the door darling, you are making it drafty in here!” she said softly, reprovingly. She giggled, then added, “Tona is going to pluck your wife’s little birthday pussy baby! Do you want to watch her touching me, plucking my pubic hairs to make me pretty down there?” She turned sideways just long enough to show her husband her untouched, full thicket of tangled curls.

The Director’s wife then returned to passionately kissing their delectable shapely guest, her hips pressed against their guests, grinding slightly to gain additional prurient contact.

Tona’s hands slipped erotically, delicately up the Director’s wife’s sides and began fondling her round firm, though somewhat aged, breasts.

The Director could not believe his eyes! His wife had NEVER before, in their thirty some years of marriage, given ANY indication that this sort of . . . . . . .activity . . . . . . . was even on her mind! And for god’s SAKE, here she was, right in front of her own husband, who just HAPPENED to be the director of the CIA, acting like a damn horny slut! What the hell was going on here?

The CIA Director’s frustrated cock was harder than a ten-million dollar diamond! His blood pressure was off the chart! He could barely breathe as his eyes watched the women seducing each other. His WIFE seducing, or being seduced, by an absolute vision of stunning sexuality!

For some reason the Director could not make his mouth speak in protest of his wife’s inexplicable and seemingly irrational actions. He simply stood there, open mouthed, and watched the two women finish undressing each other, lovingly kissing each other’s bodies as they slowly, erotically exposed each other right in front of his fascinated eyes.

Tona lowered her hand from Madi’s breast, disengaging her fingers from her inflamed nipple, and shut off the spicket for the bath water. She then gently and lovingly assisted the director’s wife into the bubbly hot bath water.

“Just relax and soak for a few moments while your skin loosens around your follicles, sweetheart.” Tona turned her head toward the Director and suggested that he fetch them some wine, and that . . . . on the way back, . . . . he divest himself of his imprisoning suit and underwear.

Madi looked up at her husband and giggled. “Yea honey, bring back your naked little butt and penis all wiggly while you walk!” They both giggled at him as they looked back at each other with adoring eyes.

When the Director got back to the bathroom, carrying three flutes and a bottle of expensive and rare bubbly, he was rooted to the doorway when he saw Tona with her hand in the soapy water, obviously toying with his wife’s pussy. His wife’s head was back, her mouth open, in rising delight.

Unable to move, he stood here and watched as Tona’s hand pulsed forward and back, obviously fingering Madi’s vaginal area, maybe even entering her. As he watched, his wife raised her hips above the water, offering her body to Tona’s expert touchings. The Director’s wife moaned a low guttural encouragement to her temptress.

The director watching as this woman he barely knew finger fucked in and out of his wife’s randy widely-opened cunt lips.

“Look what she is doing to your wife, honey! Bring that little hard cock of yours over here and watch, come over here and look closely at what she is doing to me, baby!” The Director’s wife was obviously enjoying this, her bawdy fornication

Plucky Little Miss

The Director walked slowly, hesitantly over to stand beside the bath tub where his wife’s mature body was being pleasured by a stranger, a beautiful woman at that. The Director, the head of intelligence and information gathering in the civilized world, had no clue that his wife was even into this sort of thing. He was both aghast and intrigued. His cock was rock hard. His heart was fearful. The fear was new to him. As the leader of the most powerful intelligence entity in the world, he was used to being in control. Suddenly, here at home, with his own wife, he was NOT in control!

Tona glanced up at his mesmerized face. “I need you to hold this over your wife’s shy little clit for me. Put your two fingers inside her like this . . . . and hold this coin under your thumb so I can pluck her pussy. She wants to have a racy bald pussy, not this tangled thicket.”

She appeared to be concentrating fiercely on only what she was doing with her hands.

The Director stood there for a few seconds, not certain what he should do. If he DID as the woman said, he was admitting he wasn’t in control in his own house. If he DIDN”T do what she said, he ran the risk of not experiencing what his wife obviously wanted to happen.

His wife’s voice clenched it. “Damn it Kevin, get down here and hold my pussy like she told you to!”

Taken aback, the Director knelt and inserted his first two fingers into his wife’s pussy opening. The beautiful Tona placed a silver dollar on his wife’s pussy, centered on her clittie. The Director lowered his thumb down onto the coin.

His wife whimpered softly. He could hear her muttering “Ooooooooooooo god yes. Oh god, oooooooooooooo yesssssssssssssssss sssssssss!”

Tona caressed Madi’s punani as she looked deep into the Directors eyes. “Ready honey?”

The Director’s wife’s head nodded vigorously.

The Director nodded as well.

Tona began to pluck Madi’s pussy hairs one at a time.

The Director looked at his wife’s radiant eager face, expecting to see her grimacing in pain. Instead he saw she was getting more and more turned on. Her face was aglow with lust, her pretty mouth formed into an ‘O’ of ecstasy. “Doesn’t that hurt?” the director asked.

His wife didn’t answer right away. Finally she said “No baby, it’s the most erotic sensation I have ever felt! I am going to cum if I’m not careful!”

The Director could not believe his ears! His wife had not had an orgasm in years, . . . . . that he knew of . . . and here she was letting another woman, a stranger, pluck her cunt and telling him she was about to cum?

The Director almost said something snide, then caught himself just in time. He looked again at what his fingers and thumb were doing, holding his wife’s cunt so a strange woman could pluck it bare. Well, bare except where his thumb was holding a silver dollar. Looking more closely he saw that it was 1878 Morgan silver dollar in excellent shape. The coin must be worth a fortune he realized.

Still working steadily, the beautiful blonde stranger spoke softly. “Madi, until I snap my fingers, you will hear only sentences I start with your name, Madi, understand?”

Madi, her voice seemingly muted, answered “Yes Tona”.

Tona looked at the Director briefly, then back down at her handiwork. “As for you, mister Director of the CIA, you will not allow any of your country’s agents, including police nor customs’ agents, to be within two miles of the Qatar aircraft repair terminal on April 17th between the hours of 9 PM Eastern time and 2 AM eastern time. DO you understand your orders?”

The Director looked at the insolent woman plucking his wife and sarcastically asked, “And why might I be cooperating with you? Who do you work for and what is being brought into my country that I am specifically allowing to enter?”

The woman chuckled. “We are going to STOP it from entering. In fact, we taking it back out of your precious country and transporting it back to Israel to serve both of our countries interests!”

The words clicked in the Director’s mind. “Aha! I understand now. I shall make it so!”

Tona chuckled over the Director’s choice of phrases. The Star Trek reference was most amusing, but she let it go. Instead she confided “You will be most pleased by our chosen target!”

“Yes, I believe we will!”

The Director’s wife began to cum in long waves of keening convulsing ecstasy. Tona was only half done wit her chore.

The i

A satisfied Tona left the house early that morning, after a few hours of enjoying the favors of both the Director and his wife.. The stars were twinkling brightly as she pressed the ‘open’ button for her sunroof. After a few brief seconds for her automatic comsat link to orient itself, she then pressed a button on her very normal looking cell phone and a one millionth of a second laser micro burst shot into the heavens. Without emotion she closed the sun roof and started her sexy little red sports car.

She drove for precisely twenty minutes, then again stopped along the curb. Again she opened her sun roof and waited for her cell phone to beep. When it did, she re-closed her sun roof of her Porsche Boxster and drove to the local freight airport.



The Director and his wife stretched luxuriously as they awakened to a sun drenched room the next morning. They both felt rather sexy, and particularly horny. As he kissed his wife, her stealthy caressing hand slid slowly to his eager groin.

Suddenly she yanked back the covers and sat up, her surprised face turned toward his crotch. “What in the world?” She started laughing. “Look at your crotch! When did you do this bit of tom-foolery, Kevin? What in the world were you thinking? What are you going to do at the gym when all the guys see you naked?”

The Director looked down to see a half inch wide circle of hair around his penis, but the rest of his pubic hair had been removed from his belly and his balls. “What the fuck!” he yelped.

Madi got up, still chuckling. She padded into their master bathroom and squatted. When she had completed her morning chore, she stood, glancing in the mirror at her body, pleased with her toned and fit appearance . . . . . until she saw the little “i” that was her pubic hair! It looked just like her husband’s except his had his damn dick sprouting out the middle of the dot of the ‘i’.

Madi screamed. “Damn it Kevin, YOU did this didn’t you? You SHIT!”

The Director sprinted into the bathroom to see what his wife was referring to. His heart sank when he saw her pruned and perfectly spruced pubis.

SOMEthing was definitely wrong here. He began to worry about just exactly what that ‘SOMEthing’ was.



Twenty three days later, CIA satellites picked up a nuclear plume over the site they had begun to suspect held the nuclear materials generation facility for the Theocracy of Iran.

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