Candy Mann - Lusty Lady Lovers

Magda fumbled with her fingers at the base of the dildo, adjusting the mechanism which would send a warm stream of lotion jetting from the hole at its crown. She waited until Eva seemed to be on the very brink of her climax, then released her passions.

Eva, as her body went absolutely rigid and she started to climax, felt a sudden gush of hot fluid course mightily up the channel of her cunt and into her vagina. She tore her mouth from Magda's and sank her teeth into the flesh of the girl's shoulder.

"Ahhhh!" she cried, the words babbling out of her mouth in a jumbled-up torrent. "Ah, Magda, Magda. Oh, your cock is shooting into me! I can feel all your lovely come-all of it! Can you feel me coming, darling? Can you? Oh, more! Give me morel Please… oh, darling, don't stop! Don't ever stop!"

Magda felt her powerful orgasm as Eva's nude body pressed more tightly than ever into hers. The girl tightened her forefinger and thumb around both their nipples, managing to squeeze the two buds at the same time, and let the tickling sensation which had been welling up in her pussy explode!

Wildly, the girls shook their bodies together, urging their naked flesh against one another until neither of them could be sure where their breasts and tummies ended and the other girl’s began. Magda’s ass was a seething hole of finger-fucked fire, Eva’s finger having slid the rest of the way in during their wild contortions.

Following several long minutes of recuperation Magda eased the massive shaft out of her mistress’s cunt. Eva yelped painfully as the hard sides slithered against the sore red walls. Without the excitement of an approaching orgasm, the dildo felt much too hurtful to be enjoyed.

They kissed again, this time a gentle, dreamy meeting of lips which was their way of saying “thanks” to each other for the pleasure they’d received.

Then Eva firmly disengaged her body from Magda’s. “Come along, my pet,” she said briskly. “We’ve got a lot of packing to do if we’re going to catch that plane in the morning,” She pressed Magda’s hand in an affectionate squeeze. “Don’t worry. We’ll have plenty of time to be alone together in France. Much more time than we’ve had here, in fact!”

She began to sort out her clothes from the wardrobe, and Magda folded them and neatly packed them in a large trunk. While she was packing, Eva’s thoughts were straying irresistibly to the prospect of enjoying the company of girls other than Magda! It wasn’t that she found her maid wanting in any respect. Far from it! But Eva was by nature a promiscuous girl. She wanted to broaden her experience as much as possible, and she was very confident that among the international crowd at the Riviera she would find members of her own sex who were only too eager to enjoy the pleasures she could offer to them.

The brilliant girl scientist hummed under her breath as she savored the prospect. It might also be possible the thought struck her, to form a threesome with Magda! That could lead to all sorts of interesting varieties of lovemaking!

It was such a wonderful feeling for Eva to know that she would soon be away from the confinements and restraints of both her work and Communist politics. They could dance, take long walks along the beach. There would be so much time for pure pleasure, with Magda, and with others. The spirit of conquest and adventure filled Eva completely.

She had no inkling of the conspiracies that existed around her, no idea really of what a tremendously valuable person she was to the Communist cause. Her work was at the stage where the chemists and engineers would need at least three weeks testing time before they would have to consult her about the final refinements.

Nothing in the world worried Eva… at this moment.

Maria Marshall alighted from her cab in front of one of the many unmarked government buildings in the area of the Federal Triangle near L'Enfant Plaza. Many of these new buildings contained spillover offices from some of the big departments and many of the smaller agencies. But the one Maria entered was unmarked for an entirely different reason, and the guard at the door was no routine building guard, but a highly paid agent of Western Intelligence.

She had left her luggage at Dulles, hoping that her trip would be a short one, and then it would be back to her paradise island on the Riviera… and Sandra. Today, it was warm in Washington, and Maria wore a thin, stretch-nylon dress without stockings.

Once inside the building, she had to show the guard three sets of credentials, sign her name, have a thumbprint taken and whisked through a computer for an “okay." After that, she boarded the elevator and pressed the button for the next to the top floor of the well-guarded building. In the corner of the elevator, at the ceiling, there was a small black object. It was actually the lens of a television camera. Somewhere in the depths of the huge building, her every move was being monitored on a TV screen.

Finally, she was ushered into the carpeted office of her boss, a man known to her only as "Beta." He was a balding man of fifty to fifty-five, she guessed, and from things he had mentioned, she assumed that he had been thoroughly broken in to intelligence work during World War II as an attachй at the U.S. Embassy in neutral Switzerland.

"Beta" stood up politely as Maria entered his office and waited until she had taken her seat opposite his desk before sitting back down.

"My apologies for interrupting your holiday, Miss Marshall," he said. And the girl thought she could detect genuine regret in his voice. "However, as things have turned out, I don't think you'll be kept too long from your vacation.

"'As a matter of fact,” he continued, "I've arranged for you to return this afternoon!" He passed an airline ticket across the desk and Maria took it, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Well, forgive me for saying so, but wasn't it rather a waste of time to bring me all the way back here for a briefing? Surely you could have sent me a coded cable if the job I've got to do is in France? At least," she said after a pause. "I assume that's what you have in mind. There's certainly not going to be much time to do any work here."

"Beta" got his cigar going and blew a thick cloud of vile-smelling smoke past her head before replying. "No," he told her. "First of all, we couldn't run even the smallest risk of a communication being intercepted. The job is far too important. Secondly, you will start the assignment on the plane in Paris.

"Let me put you in the picture: I assume you know that a certain Miss Eva Harnecz is one of the East's leading woman scientists?" Maria nodded.

"But what you probably don't know… that nobody knew until this morning, when I received our Budapest agent's report-is that she's almost perfected an RPM-a radar-proof guidance missile!"

Maria leaned forward in her chair, amazement on her face. «That's incredible!" she breathed. «I always thought such a thing was scientifically impossible! Are you sure it's not just a piece of propaganda the Communists have allowed to filter out?"

"Beta" shrugged, lifting his hands in a gesture of uncertainty. “We can't say. It s a possibility, he admitted. "But, naturally, we can't afford to take chances. If she is on the brink of devising such a devastating invention the Communist will, quite literally, be able to strike anywhere without warning.

"I don't have to remind you, he went on. That everything we say in this room is "A-crypto" and confidential. However, what I'm about to tell you now is the most private and not-to-be-revealed information you've ever heard. I thought I should make that absolutely clear.

"Now somehow or other, and in spite of the danger that she'll be exposed to, Miss Harnecz has persuaded her superiors to allow her to take a vacation in Western Europe!" He sniffed as if the vagaries of the Communist Integrated Intelligence filled him with disdain.