Corporate Espionage

[dnld0118]

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Hello and sorry for all of the reposts! It was part just having a place for some stories that got lost in the old board and part as way to provide context for the story I am writing now. I hope you all enjoy and have a good holiday season!

-dnld0118
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Part I

Queen sat comfortably in the swivel chair as she patiently waited for her boss to arrive. For the office environment, she was appropriately dressed, clad in a navy blue slacks and white, sleeveless, button-down blouse. The professional attire, while slightly loose on her toned, muscled frame, did nothing to hide her fantastic body. Her breasts compressed and bulged against her blouse, while pant-clad legs, one crossed easily over the other, only offered a hint of the amazing body that it covered. She hated wearing clothes like this because it meant she was in the office instead of the field. Out there was when she was at her best but, on occasion, even she had to report for duty to her HQ and this was one of those times. Normally, she would do everything she could to delay or cancel but one did not simply say no to the man for whom she was waiting.

A discreet knock at the door interrupted her reverie and she stood out of respect as the Director General of South Africa's State Security Agency entered. Joseph Abara was a living legend in the close-knit world of African espionage and Queen felt immense pride in getting to serve under his regime. In fact, he was the genesis of the unit in which Queen was assigned and, rare for a large organization, she reported directly to him which allowed her to learn as many tricks of the trade as possible from the master himself.

Joseph acknowledged Queen with a warm smile that one normally reserves for a favored child. Despite being several years senior to Queen, he still held a statesman-like attractiveness and carried himself with the swagger that comes from people who possess power and know how to use it. His eyes briefly raked over Queen's body in appreciation. Queen saw the glance but didn't think anything of it. She knew the effect she had on men, and women, and knew the look was nothing more than the reflex of any straight male.

They both sat down and exchanged pleasantries and small talk before getting to the matter at hand.

"I have a new assignment for you", Joseph said, "a most interesting one."

Queen perked up at that. The last time he said something like that, she not only obtained information that led to the downfall of a major criminal organization, led by the notorious Dube, but she also got to discover the joys of lesbian sex and the world of sexfighting. That was months ago and she masturbated frequently to the evenings she'd spent with Malkia, the beautiful Asian crime lord whom she defeated after a marathon sexfight, and the red-headed twins, Cindy and Mindy. After her victory, the four of them had an incredible orgy that lasted almost 24 hours and only had to stop because they had to vacate the hotel.

Her victory over Malkia resulted in a treasure trove of intel that led to a string of busts that completely dismantled the organization from the top down. Repercussions were still being felt but the reduced flow of illegal arms and narcotics into her country couldn't be denied.

Joseph continued, pretending not to notice the subtle change in Queen's body language. A layperson would've missed it. Queen was good at hiding her thoughts, but right now he was still better at reading them.

"For some reason, while the Dube Files provided us tons of information on the flow of arms and narcotics, there was surprisingly little on financing. However, thanks to a crack team of analysts, we have uncovered a hidden file within the hard drive you procured for us from your last operation. We believe this file contains the missing financial data."

He handed her a sheaf of papers while still speaking, "Unfortunately, that is as far as we've gotten. The file is protected by a passkey which we cannot access and whose identity is only known by one man, Dube, who has unfortunately gone missing. I wouldn't be surprised if he's dead in a ditch somewhere we have yet to discover. Therefore, your mission is to infiltrate the company that created the software for the file in the first place and will possess a master key to access the file. I think you'll find that you are particularly suited for this operation."

Queen wondered why he would say that. What Joseph spoke of was corporate espionage which seemed easy enough, what was so unique that only she could do the job?

She looked down at the cover sheet which had the name of the company written in bold letters, "Telco, Inc.". Queen groaned in slight frustration. Telco wasn't just any company, but the richest, most powerful company in the world, that took its security very, very seriously.

Reading her thoughts, Joseph continued to speak, "As you know, Telco has been an extremely tough nut to crack. In fact, no one has as far as I know. They take every precaution, especially against the honey trap. However, we feel that something has changed recently and we may have a unique advantage now."

Queen was confused. The honey trap was the oldest method of espionage ever and there were two other women that were part of her unit. Sure, she easily outclassed both of them in looks, but they were her equals in the field. Why would an assignment to spring a honey trap be only for her?

She asked as much to Joseph and, for the first time in memory, he actually seemed hesitant in his response.

"You see, this...um...company...recently promoted...an employees, a woman,...who...well, likely prefers the company of other women."

And there it was. She never told Joseph exactly what happened between her and Malkia. The amount of intel they got was so large and actionable that the need to act quickly took precedent over a proper debrief which they'd never done. In the back of her mind, she wondered if her boss suspected more than the little she let on and this assignment now confirmed that suspicion.

Two pairs of eyes met across the desk. Both saying what could not be verbalized. Now that he'd gotten past the sensitive part, Joseph's natural confidence took hold again. "The Telco headquarters is located in Los Angeles. You will need to find a way to get yourself in front of this woman and obtain the master key so we can ascertain how Dube funded his operations."

"You want me to proposition myself to a woman!?", Queen blurted out, almost laughing. "How the hell am I going to do that?"

With a soft sharpness in his tone, Joseph slightly rebuked Queen for her nonchalance, "How you accomplish your mission is entirely up to you." Queen bowed her head in respect and signaled her wish for him to continue.

From a drawer in his desk, he extracted several documents including a fresh set of papers for her new identity, work and education history, credit report, an information packet on Telco and its employees, and confirmation number for her flight to LAX that left in a little over four hours. "These documents contain everything you need, we've arranged an apartment for you, it's not much I'm afraid but will have to do. You can pick up the keys from the landlord after you clear immigration."

Not for the first time, Queen marveled in her head at the proficiency of the people who worked in her agency. Wordlessly, but with a small smile of thanks to her superior, she gathered the documents and prepared to walk out of the office. There was a slight spring in her step. There always was when she received a new assignment. This one would be a challenge. While she couldn't foresee any potential physical danger, this one would offer some unprecedented challenges. She couldn't wait to get started.

"Oh wait", he said before her hand touched the door knob. She turned and saw another folder held in his outstretched hand. "I almost forgot to give you the most important file, everything we have managed to find on your target."

Gratefully, Queen went back to his desk and took the folder from his hand. The front cover simply held the name of her target which she briefly glanced at. She opened the folder and the first thing she saw was a printed photograph, likely printed from social media, and Queen's eyes went wide when she saw the gorgeous brunette in the bikini who was in a provocative pose. The hefty tits, toned stomach, and endless expanses of flesh dotted with water that brilliantly reflected the light filled Queen's eyes and she felt her breath shorten.

Her reverie was quickly broken, and thank God, by a tactful cough from Joseph. She closed the folder, added it to the pile in her other hand, and thanked her boss and mentor profusely before finally leaving his office. She couldn't wait to meet her target.

Part II

Vicky Olson took a satisfied breath and sat back in her executive chair as she surveyed her office once more. It wasn't the biggest in the company and only had a view of the parking lot, but offices at Telco were hard to come by and this one was all hers. Finally. She had worked hard over the years in this very, very male dominated field and company, and she had finally earned a spot all to herself. Her gaze out of the window was interrupted by a knock at the door and she turned her head at the sound of the door opening.

"Arthur!", she gleefully exclaimed when she saw her muscle-bound husband enter the office and close the door behind him. She sprang out of her chair and practically leapt into his arms and they kissed hard while they briefly dry-humped through their work clothes. But they quickly came to their senses. After all, this was a professional environment. The sight of her man always made Vicky slightly wet and she was grateful that she chose to wear a pantsuit for today. If she had been wearing just a skirt, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to control herself with her pussy pressed against her husband's massive penis.

While they separated and headed to the chairs to chat, Vicky reflected on the good fortune she'd had in her life. The first year of the marriage had been tough and things came to a head on Arthur's birthday when she caught him in bed with another woman. Instead of running out the door, like other wives in similar situations may have done, she charged forward at the homewrecker. In her rage, she didn't realize she was naked having anticipated a night of passionate birthday sex with Arthur, so when she collided with the other woman, a gorgeous blonde, the two of them were spectacularly nude. What followed was a catfight that quickly transitioned into a hard fought sexfight that ended with Vicky victorious over the blonde.

Most marriages would have disintegrated after such a turn of events, but the union between Vicky and Arthur became, if anything, even stronger. And sexier. After the sexfight, she and Arthur agreed that the sex between them, already incredibly active, had never been better. They agreed that each year on Arthur's birthday, Vicky would compete sexually against another woman of Arthur's choosing, and if she lost, then Arthur would get to enjoy a threesome. However, in the years that followed, Vicky won each time.

Now bordering on desperation, Arthur discovered that his wife had been having secret sexfights/trysts with a pair of work colleagues, Sally and Darlene. Far from being upset, especially after he saw pictures of the blonde and redhead, a light bulb went off in his head. He secretly invited both of them to compete against Vicky at his next birthday. To this day, it was the best night of his life. Vicky, Darlene, and Sally fucked, sucked, licked, and kissed, until all three of them collapsed in sheer exhaustion. Vicky didn't win, but she didn't lose either, and Arthur was rewarded with not a threesome, but a mind-blowing foursome that was so intense, he and Vicky refrained from sexual activity for almost a week.

That was more than a year ago. As their anniversary, and Arthur's birthday approached, Vicky and Arthur disagreed on how to approach the upcoming festivities. He felt like he had exhausted the pool of women who were willing to challenge Vicky, especially after word spread of how she almost defeated two experienced sexfighters at the same time. But he also wanted a similar experience with other women that Vicky always seemed to avail herself, she still met Darlene and Sally every three months, and now she was steadily fucking Arthur's coworker, Maya, her wife, and the wife's girlfriend!

Arthur was not upset, far from it, in fact, he sometimes appreciated the downtime Vicky's liaisons afforded him because he simply could not keep with her boundless sexual appetite. However, that didn't mean Arthur didn't pine for just a little bit more but Vicky was adamant that he would not fuck another woman without her present. And he didn't want to again risk fucking up a good thing.

They were getting nowhere until it dawned on them that they both wanted the same thing, having sex with another woman. They agreed that for the days spanning from their anniversary to Arthur's birthday, as a gift to themselves, they would mutually invite another woman to spend that time with them engaging in the mother of all fuckfests. Vicky suggested Kerri, her gorgeous masseuse who was an expert with her hands and tongue. Happily, Kerri jumped at the invitation and, for seven days, the three of them engaged in a never-ending series of sexual adventures that left all of them, especially Arthur, sexually depleted.

Two weeks had now passed and their libidos were starting to return to normal. Despite the casual conversation they carried with each other, their eyes betrayed that as soon as they both came home, the night would be spent in each other's arms.

Another knock on the door interrupted their conversation. A head poked in, it was her immediate supervisor. He saw Arthur, they knew each other slightly, apologized for the interruption and reminded Vicky that the executive's meeting would start in five minutes. Gracefully, Arthur took that as his cue to leave, and delivered a rather chaste kiss goodbye to Vicky as he left. Arthur and Vicky took as few chances as they could with Telco. The company prided itself on its straight-laced reputation and they would not at all appreciate learning about Vicky's extracurricular activities.

Once she saw Arthur off, Vicky hurried to the executive conference room. For years, she had only been permitted to sit on one of the chairs that were placed along the perimeter, but today, she was finally able to sit at the table and she sighed contentedly as her body was embraced by the deep leather chair. She chatted amiably with her colleagues until the meeting was called to order by the most senior officer of the company present.

"First item, on behalf of Telcom, Inc, let's have a round of applause for Vicky Olson. Due to her outstanding performance, she will now help shepherd the company's future and we are very excited for what that future holds." After the applause subsided, the executive then rose and beckoned for Vicky to join her. When the brunette did, she noticed the stares, ever present for a woman of her beauty, as she made her way to the head of the table. Despite her relatively conservative work attire, there was really no way to hide her outstanding body.

The executive began to speak again. "We have a little ceremony we like to do for all new executives." He then reached into his suit jacket for a small, gold-plated, USB drive that tastefully displayed the company's name.

"Vicky, this drive contains the master key that we use, only in emergencies, if we ever need to access the most sensitive documents possessed within our records. You, and everyone here, has been thoroughly vetted and is worthy of the trust that this token symbolizes. Please take great caution to only use it when it is most necessary."

Somewhat ceremoniously, the executive gave her the master key, and they shook hands while they posed for pictures. The applause continued until it was time for Vicky to say some words. She was extremely grateful for the opportunity and wanted to express those thoughts but, in the end, she could only manage two, heartfelt, words.

"Thank you."

Part III

Surprisingly, the first class lounge for South African Airways at Tambo International Airport hardly contained any people. Queen reckoned that a combination of the late hour and midweek departure contributed to the lack of people and for that she was grateful. She wasn't dressed too sexily, just a somewhat clingy one-strap maxi dress that only showed a hint of her amazing cleavage. But not having to fend off a drunken businessman making a pass allowed her to get her mind ready for the mission. After settling in and addressing her administrative tasks, she needed to plot a series of moves and countermoves depending on potential scenarios that ranged from the probable, possible, and remotely possible. The biggest question in her mind was how to approach Vicky Olson. She knew the most likely prospect for success was to pose as a potential customer but that would require weeks, maybe months, of backstopping a cover. Luckily, she had a long flight to think it through.

Getting on the plane was simple enough, she was the only passenger in first class and was able to stow her bag and get seated quickly. Her eyes opened wide when she saw the head flight attendant approach with a tray and a glass of champagne. The vision was stunning. Despite wearing the navy blue jacket and skirt ubiquitous for airline crew, the woman whom it clothed was gorgeous. Tall, with dark red hair and slightly specked skin, she had a figure that almost matched Queen's, with massive breasts, a toned body, and shapely legs that fit into a pair of blue, kinky high heels. She offered Queen the champagne with a dazzling smile.

"Compliments of the house ma'am", she said with a sexy voice that almost purred at each word.

Queen's body almost exploded at the sight. She was so horny that her mind barely registered the North American accent of the flight attendant. Ever since her time with Malkia and the twins, there simply hadn't been any time for to meet any one for sex. She also didn't dare risk exploring her new avenues of sexuality due to the fairly conservative nature of her job and the city in which she lived. But seeing the flight attendant, resplendent in all her glory, standing in front of her brought those repressed feelings all the way back and she had no idea how she would make it through the flight without exploding.

Their fingers touched briefly when the champagne passed from one hand to the other, hot skin brushing against hot skin, and they both almost gasped at first contact. The flight attendant gave her a quick naughty smile before retreating to attend to her pre-flight duties.

Queen squirmed uncomfortably in her seat while an ache started to grow in her groin. She decided to wait until the first opportunity she had to go the bathroom and plunge her fingers into her pussy. While she'd relied on masturbation over the last few months, she had mostly used her favorite vibrator which she left behind. She knew her fingers wouldn't be enough but she hoped it would at least take the edge off until she landed.

When they were at cruising altitude, the seatbelt sign came off. Queen was about to leap out of the chair when the flight attendant came around again. Queen almost moaned in pleasure when she saw that the flight attendant had taken her jacket off leaving it to the silk, white blouse to contain her massive tits. Looking closer, Queen could almost swear that the flight attendant had undone a couple of buttons letting a good bit of cleavage show.

"Hello, I just wanted to let you know that due to the late hour, the Captain has decided to forgo dinner service."

"Oh", Queen stammered, not really caring, just wanting to get to the toilet.

The flight attendant continued, a sly smile growing on her face, "That means I will be retiring to my private cabin for the night. As the senior flight attendant, I get a room and bed of my own. I won't be needed for the next five hours." And with those words, she bent down to place a small scrap of paper onto Queen's armrest, which gave Queen a great view down her blouse. The flight attendant gave an unmistakable look of desire to Queen, and walked away. Queen couldn't help but notice the extra wiggle in the flight attendant's step and watched the fantastic ass bounce until it disappeared.

She looked down at the paper and saw it had four numbers, 9829. It seemed to indicate a code or PIN and she almost laughed out loud when she saw the hidden code. She unbuckled her seat belt, got up and walked straight past the bathroom in the same direction in which the flight attendant went. She arrived at a door that was covered by a small keypad. She keyed in the numbers, turned the knob and entered.

Inside was a small cabin that was barely the size of a small galley kitchen. There was a small sink, mirror, and hooks for clothes, but none of that interested Queen. What grabbed her interest was the flight attendant, now gloriously naked, lying on the tiny bed, her legs wide open giving Queen a view of an amazing pussy.

Queen was so intent on dividing her attention between the flight attendant's pussy and huge globes lolling on her chest that she almost missed the hand gestures being made by the naked woman. With one hand, the flight attendant pointed to an empty hook on the wall next to one that carried her own clothes. With her other hand, she put one finger to her lips indicating the need for silence. Queen deftly took her feet out of her sandals, slipped off her dress and thong, and hung them from the spare hook. She understood the need for silence, the walls were too thin for screaming. That probably meant she wouldn't learn the flight attendant's name. And that was fine. She didn't want the name, she didn't need the name. What she wanted and what she needed was hot, slick, quivering, and wide open waiting for her.

Naked, she eased herself onto the thin mattress, silently gasping as the warm skin of their bodies brushed against each other like smooth silk. When she braced her hands on both sides of the flight attendant's torso, the flight attendant reached up with one hand, grasped the back of her head, and brought it down to roughly mash their lips together. Queen's body melted in a sexual fervor and, unable to wait any longer, slammed her now dripping pussy directly into the flight attendant's waiting cunt. They screamed into each others' mouths with explosive pleasure as they tried to keep the pleasure from overwhelming them.

Queen wrapped her arms around the flight attendant's back, while the flight attendant's other hand snaked down to Queen's ass, locking the hard muscle in place while they furiously ground their pussies against each other. They squeezed tightly against each other as if trying to draw every ounce of pleasure they could from every inch of body to body contact.

They stayed in this position, Queen on top, the flight attendant on the bottom for almost an hour, just grinding away at each other.

"Yes, yes, yes!", Queen screamed inside of her head over and over while she felt her pussy slip, slide and lock with the flight attendant's. It had been so long and it felt so good. Every inch of her was squeezed tight against every inch of the redhead, they're lips only separating for a microsecond before finding each other again because even one second of separation was too long. The first gush came without warning and Queen pressed her lips against the flight attendant's even harder to make sure she only screamed into the redhead's mouth. Just a second later, she could feel the flight attendant jerk and spasm as she came in her own torrent of cum that shot directly into Queen's twat. Feeling the warm secretions bathe her pussy pushed Queen over the edge again and for the next few minutes they traded eruptions before finally calming down.

For several minutes they lay against each other, one on top of the other, just basking in the feeling of their hot bodies caressing each other. Their lips were millimeters apart, panting against each other as they worked to catch their breath.

Queen's body and mind was on fire. She'd hoped that intense round of fucking was enough to take the edge off from her self-imposed abstinence but, instead, her body wanted more. She lowered her head to reconnect their lips and immediately the redhead responded by slipping her tongue into Queen's mouth. Soon, they were french kissing again and straining their bodies against each other. Clearly, the flight attendant wanted more too.

Queen detached her mouth from the redhead's. The flight attendant gasped and shot Queen a look of pure sexual agony. Queen smiled and whispered, "subtract 98 from 29". The flight attendant smiled widely, ecstatic about what was to come and that Queen managed to decipher the little code in her four digit PIN.

With great care, so as not to make any noise, Queen rearranged her body. It didn't help that the flight attendant's hands would not stop stroking her body while Queen changed positions. She let out a small moan, luckily the engine noise was louder, when the redhead's index finger almost slipped into her asshole. Finally, she was in place, her face hovering directly over the redhead's shaved pussy, while her pussy hovered over the redhead's face.

Immediately, the redhead placed her hands around Queen's ass to lower her pussy to her mouth and began to eat with a frenzy that Queen had never experienced. She yelped, again keeping it relatively quiet, before plunging her own tongue into the hot slit and licking with an equal ferocity.

The screams that each of them emitted inside the others' pussy let off some nice vibrations that added an extra kick to the 69 session.

It wasn't too long before the explosions came and the two swapped orgasms at an increasingly rapid pace. Queen's eyes opened wide when she felt the flight attendant's slender fingers sliding in and out of her asshole while the redhead's lips remained firmly attached to her pussy. She moaned into the flight attendant's opening, letting her tongue swirl slowly inside the silky vaginal walls before her own fingers made their journey to the flight attendant's anus.

For the next several hours they swapped between the 69 and full-body fuck positions, each of them desperately wanting to explore other positions but knowing the need to keep their mouths occupied at all times. Suddenly, far too suddenly, a soft alarm beeped from the flight attendant's phone indicating it was time for her to get ready.

At the time they were engaged in another marathon full body fuck and the looks of disappointment on both women were undeniable. From her hooded eyes, Queen knew it was time to go, but she was so close to another eruption and she guessed the flight attendant was also near her own climax.

Making a decision, the flight attendant grabbed the back of Queen's head to reunite their lips and they pumped their pussies hard against each other to bring on another, final, massive series of explosions.

When they were done, they took several minutes to catch their breaths before the flight attendant firmly, but gently, placed her hands on Queen's shoulders to separate their bodies. Reluctantly, Queen followed the redhead's initiative and the both of them quickly dressed. They dared not stare at each other for fear of losing their discipline.

Queen got dressed first, gratefully accepted some wipes and a brush from the flight attendant, and cleaned herself up as much as possible. Luckily, she was on one of the airline's newest planes and shower facilities were available to first class passengers. She stepped into her sandals and, with a brief smile to the flight attendant, slipped quietly out of the cabin. She quickly made it back to her seat without being seen and immediately fell fast asleep with a peaceful smile on her face.

Several hours later she woke to a gentle tapping on her shoulders. She smiled serenely in the direction of the tapping expecting her new friend but was startled at seeing the face of one of her own countrymen. It was another flight attendant, who was quite attractive on her own, but paled in comparison to the goddess with whom Queen had shared so many hours of passion.

"Ma'am", the flight attendant said, "we will be landing in three hours and the first-class lavatories are available to you if you wish."

Queen nodded in appreciation and watched the new flight attendant walk off. What happened to the redhead?

She decided not to worry about it as she gathered her things to get herself clean. A part of her mind wondered whether the flight attendant would join her in the shower but those thoughts were dispelled when she saw the lavatories empty. Queen quickly showered, dressed and returned to her seat in time for the in-flight meal. The plane would land soon and it was time to prepare for her upcoming mission.

When she got back to her seat, her heart skipped a beat when she saw a familiar piece of paper laying on her seat. Written on it was a note:

"That was a lot of fun, let's do it again! Mwah! -Carrie"

Below the note was a phone number. Queen smiled to herself as she carefully placed the note in her bag. Her loins began to stir again as she reflected on all the pleasure she'd endured the previous night and couldn't wait for what adventures lay ahead.

Part IV

At the sound of the doorbell, Vicky reminded herself to not rush to answer the door, she didn't want to seem overeager. Several weeks ago, a new potential client had reached out and suggested she was interested in making a large order from Telco, this could be Vicky's biggest account yet! When she began her due diligence, the financials attracted Vicky's interest the most. But then, one night, she decided to do a little cyber stalking of Queen, her potential new client, and her eyes practically jumped out of her head when she pulled up the first picture.

The brilliant black hair, gorgeous face that sported an incredibly seductive look, and caramel skin leapt out at her. But then her eyes opened even wider when she saw evidence of what had to be an outstanding body that was, unfortunately, housed in a very professional pantsuit. Vicky scrolled through her account some more in the vain hope of finding something more risqué but all of the photos were just one professional post after another. Like Vicky, she probably kept a private account that really showed off her body.

For weeks, they had played phone and email tag, trying to schedule a meeting until they finally secured one for that day. But the day before, Vicky received an email that the office needed to be empty for at least a week for some emergency repair and everyone had to work from home. The brunette almost panicked at the thought of having to push her meeting with this beautiful woman, whom she had been almost obsessing over as each day passed, but fortune had smiled on her in two ways. First, after explaining the situation, Queen agreed to meet at Vicky's house. Second, Arthur was out of town for the next few days on a business trip which meant she had the house to herself!

As she approached the door, Vicky reminded herself, again, to deal with business first. She also had no idea if Queen was into women, but deep down, something in her said that her potential client was someone who liked to have fun.

She opened the door and almost gasped at the vision that stood in front of her house.

Gorgeous. Perfect.

These were two words that flooded her brain and, for a moment, her body almost shut down because of the almost overwhelming beauty that flowed out of the woman barely two feet in front of her. Her curly black hair framed her beautiful face that had almond shaped eyes that betrayed a sense of humor, playfulness, and, yes, a predator on the hunt. In a nod to the heat, she wore a white, button-down, sleeveless, top that showed off her beautifully toned arms, taut torso, and did nothing to hide the impressive size of her chest. The ensemble was completed by a pair of tasteful, yet alluring, white pants that emphasized the curvature of the caramel-skinned beauty's hips and length and shape of her legs.

Vicky blinked once, then twice, to clear her head before she smiled apologetically and stretched out her arm for a handshake.

Any doubts about Queen's sexuality dissolved immediately when their palms touched. The hands, so warm, so firm, and fit perfectly together caused an electric spark that elicited an audible gasp from each woman. Vicky's nostrils flared and her senses became alive as she inhaled the beautiful woman's perfume and, for the first time, saw that the South African was just as enamored of Vicky, as the brunette was of her. Reluctantly, they broke contact, and Vicky stepped aside to let Queen enter.

"This is going to be fun", she thought to herself as she afforded herself a quick look at Queen's equally impressive backside.

That exact same thought ran through Queen's head as she walked into Vicky's impressive suburban house. She too couldn't help be dazzled by the brunette's insanely perfect figure and had to use every bit of willpower to make sure she didn't jump onto Vicky from the first instant.

She had spent the last several months meticulously building a cover story that would enable her to pass any and all due diligence efforts done by Telco when researching new clients. She got an apartment. Made appointments with a number of firms, attended networking events, and gradually eased herself into the industry until her presence at any event was greeted without surprise.

With enough maneuvering, she secured a suggestion from one of the networking events to contact Vicky which provided a natural reason to finally make contact with her target. The weeks had been maddening because she didn't want to be too eager or too distant but she also wanted to secure the face to face meeting. Only after one of the most stressful calls in her life, she finally managed to convince Joseph to send a covert team to Telco's headquarters and sabotage their systems enough that the office would be shut down for the week of her meeting with Vicky.

Based on the number of times Vicky visited her social media profiles and kept viewing her photos, it was an educated guess that Vicky would suggest they meet at her home. Especially, after Joseph had called in a favor to a friend that worked for a company that was a client of Arthur's. What a coincidence!

Despite the anticipation and preparation, nothing prepared her for the captivating sight of Vicky's fetching blue eyes, her ruby-red lips that were perfectly made to be kissed, and the alluring smell of her perfume. All of these would've stopped her dead in her tracks if not for her past training and self-control.

Ever since she arrived, she met Carrie on a semi-regular basis, basically whenever she was in town for more than a few hours. The sex was raw, electric, and always not enough. One time, they had fucked for almost 24 hours straight and, at the end, despite the multitude of orgasms, Queen still thought her body wanted more. The last time she felt truly satisfied was after a multi-day, near nonstop, heated competition with Malkia. The sex was so, so, overwhelmingly good, and the stakes, the competition, added that extra element that made it even better.

She wondered if she would ever have that feeling again.

Once she entered the house, the chemistry between the two was undeniable. They flirted shamelessly while Vicky gave a quick tour which ended at the master bedroom.

"Is this where all the magic happens?", Queen asked with a playful tone that was almost a giggle. This bit of roleplaying was always one of Queen's favorite parts of the job.

Vicky laughed and smiled coyly before responding, "Well, not all the magic. Maybe, if things go well, I can show you later."

Queen's fingertips brushed against Vicky's exposed forearm, she was also wearing a button-down sleeveless top, and they both jumped slightly at the joining of their hot skin before Queen said in a husky voice, "Then let's hope things go well."

The two women stared at each other long enough, both reading each other's thoughts. Both ready to jump into bed but struggling to address business first, before pleasure. That would come soon enough they promised themselves as Vicky led the way to the formal dining room.

They sat at the dining table, close enough to pass documents back and forth comfortably, but not close enough to physically touch. This just happened through unspoken, mutual, consent. The conversations and negotiations that followed proceeded easily and after an hour they reached an agreement. After another fifteen minutes, documents were signed and the deal was done.

As soon as Vicky put the pen down, she could feel a well of desire immediately build within her. For the last few hours, she had succeeded in holding back the powerful, sexual urges that raged within her body, but that dam was about to break. Unusually for her, likely the first time ever, she had no idea what to say or do next.

Queen observed the passion building inside of Vicky and it was only through her elite training that she held on to her bearings, though just only by a little. She spoke the words that she wanted to say ever since the end of the tour in her most seductive tone.

"Well, I think everything went well. Now, how about you show me where the rest of the magic happens?"

That was all the signal that Vicky needed. She smiled feverishly as she stood up and was thrilled to see the look of pure animal lust on Queen's face as the African beauty also stood. They reached for each other, clutched their bodies tightly, and moaned at the raw contact before those sounds were cut off when their lips locked together.

There was no easing in to this kiss. They kissed hard, deep, and hungrily. Before long, they had a hold on the back of the other woman's head to keep her in place and make sure their lips never, ever, separated.

The moans of desire eventually transition to frustration as the grind of their bodies was repeatedly interrupted by their clothes. Finally fed up, they separated and stripped their clothes off in a frenzy. This was no time for the slow seduction, the only thing they wanted was to unite their naked bodies.

Once the last shred of clothing was removed, both women held the same thought as they closed the distance between them: her body is almost as good as mine.

"Oh FU...", Vicky's moan was interrupted at the sudden, and erotic, clash of their bodies when Queen's mouth snapped onto hers. A familiar hand went to the back of Queen's hand, while the other joyfully grabbed on to her fantastic ass and squeezed the muscle with every ounce of desire she had. When she felt Queen's smooth thigh split her legs, she happily obliged and returned the favor to her new lover.

Ceaseless moans echoed within sealed mouths when both women lowered their steaming, slick, naked cunts onto the smooth muscled thigh of their newest lover and began to fuck with a frenzy.

Silent moans became silent screams. The need to breath made the screams so loud they echoed throughout the house.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!", screamed Vicky at the top of her lungs.

"OH GOD!! OH, FUCKING GOD!!!", bellowed Queen who had her own tight grip on Vicky's head and ass.

The resulting orgasm was sudden and explosive. As the powerful currents of electricity flowed through their bodies, they both tilted their heads back and looked to the ceiling as if looking to a higher power for an answer for why something felt so, so good. Cum exploded out of their cunts and soaked the other woman's thigh which made the surface even slicker and let them continue to rub even harder into the muscle and lead to more explosions.

Their chins brushed as the orgasms ran their and when that happened, their lips reconnected to resume their kiss. This time, it was softer and gentler. They took their time to explore each other's lips, suck each other's tongue, and display all of the skills they had in the art of kissing.

The kiss broke and they stared deep into each other's eyes, brown and blue, with both sporting the same emotion. They wanted more. A lot more.

Queen leaned in to resume the kiss but Vicky slightly broke away. Before Queen could protest, she grabbed the beautiful woman's hand and led her to a set of sliding glass doors that accessed the backyard. This walk should have only taken a minute. But it took much longer because every few feet, one of them would stop the other, clutch the other woman, and kissed her as hard as she could.

They finally stumbled into the backyard. When Queen saw the circled, inviting blue expanse, she knew where they were headed. The two women happily hissed as they eased themselves into the hot tub from opposite sides. They walked towards each other, their eyes shifting between the other woman's gorgeous face and the erotic sight of her naked breasts splitting the water. When they met, they circled their arms around each other and groaned in pleasure when their tits made contact.

Eyes hooded and throat almost choked with desire, Vicky managed to say share her last coherent thought before she unleashed herself on this absolute specimen of a woman.

"This is where some of the magic happens. I'm going to fuck you in each and every room until we've fucked each other dry."

Queen smiled in delight and muttered, "Oh yes, oh fucking yes", before she grabbed the back of Vicky's head and sealed their lips once again.

In the hot tub, they two of them never broke contact as they had one stand up fuck after another. Once they tired of standing, Vicky led Queen back into the dining room, where they had their first horizontal fuck on the marbled dining table. What ensued was a real tour of the house as they went room to room and made frenetic love in each and every way.

Hours into their fuckfest, the tour ended in the guest bedroom where Vicky filmed all of her sexfights. The two of them got into bed, faced each other with their legs splayed apart, and their body weight supported by their arms, and crab crawled towards each other until their cunts collided with a delicious smack.

They gleefully powered their cunts into each other, heads back, tits thrusting proudly into the air, while they rotated their hips and let their clits circle each other as the wells of desire rose inside of them at an almost unsustainable rate.

Vicky howled with pure happiness. The last time she had fucked in this room was in her sexfight with Darlene and Sally. Being here, with Queen's cunt jammed tightly into hers, brought back those great memories, and rekindled her dormant desire to outlast, to win, to dominate. She felt a determination to rise within her that she wouldn't cum before Queen, that she would outlast this gorgeous bitch.

For Queen, she felt a slight change in Vicky's fucking, and sensed that she fucked with more determination. She didn't know how, but she instantly knew that Vicky wanted her to cum first. It brought back memories of her sexfight with Malkia and not just the desire to compete sexually with another woman, but to defeat her. She would make sure that this brunette whore came first.

Already frenzied, the fucking went to another level as their hands pressed into the bed harder and hips rotated with more purpose. At the same time, they lowered their backs onto the bed. One woman braced her hands on the headboard, the other on the footboard to allow themselves to drill into each other with greater power.

On and on they fucked. Ten minutes, then twenty, then thirty passed and neither one of them had yielded. Tears streamed down their faces, moans, screams and groans escaped at varying volumes. Again, at the same time, they lifted their bodies up with their last ounces of strength and pushed their torsi together.

Groans at the delicious crush of their tits became silenced when their lips closed onto each other one last time. But it was short-lived because they needed to save their strength to breath.

"Together", Vicky whispered in a fevered tone.

"Yes, together", Queen croaked out, her voice barely audible.

One last time, their lips met, and their tongues twisted together and, as one, they pulled.

Blue and brown eyes opened wide. Lips broke apart and mouths hung open to scream in silence. And then, a nuclear bomb went off inside each of them.

"I'M CUMMING!!!!"

"FUCK!!!!"

Screams finally escaped their mouths as they broke their grip on each other and fell back on the bed to power each other to a seemingly unending chain of orgasms. They humped each other into one explosion after another and soaked the bed with their cum. They grabbed their tits to help massage and mitigate the overpowering lust within them until their bodies, probably mercifully, shut down as the last of their orgasms finally petered out.

Some time later, Queen's eyes finally fluttered awake and she groaned as she separated from Vicky's cunt. She looked out the window and was shocked at what she saw. The sun's rays barely peeked out from behind the house across the street. When she had arrived that day it was bright and early. Now, it was dusk and soon it would be night time. Clearly, it was time for a break.

She almost screamed as she tore away from Vicky and felt the separation of their skin that had been joined by heat and dried body fluids. She could see that Vicky was stirring awake, so she decided to find a restroom and refresh herself while they recovered. She assumed Vicky would do the same.

That assumption proved correct when she made her way to the kitchen to find Vicky pouring some wine. They toasted happily and giggled like old friends while they sat naked on the barstools and drank in the sight of each other.

"God, you're a good fuck", Vicky said, "I haven't cum like that in ages."

Queen agreed, "It was incredible." She could sense their bodies tense and knew that another round of intense, incredible fucking was just around the corner. But, she had a job to do.

"There's just one thing I need before...", she said in that same seductive voice as she tilted her eyes toward the bedroom.

"Oh???", Vicky asked playfully.

"I need the master key."

Vicky was stunned. At first, she was confused. How did Queen know about that, she had certainly never mentioned it, and she didn't recall Queen every working for Telco before. Then, the realization dawned on her. This was a honey trap! During her executive training, she had been warned about this possibility, but neither her nor Telco, had considered Vicky a serious target. These types of things were usually targeted at men and women who were lonely, or desperate, for sex and companionship, and she lacked neither.

"I'm sorry", Vicky stammered trying to figure out how to get through this situation. She got off of the stool in shock, "That information is proprietary."

Queen got off of the stool and approached Vicky, their naked bodies began to heave as they got into close proximity. "Yes, it is, which is why I need you to give it to me." She then grabbed the back of Vicky's head and brought the brunette in for another kiss.

Vicky's body melted into Queen's embrace and she couldn't help but not only return the kiss, but embrace Queen and kiss her as hard and as long as she could. She felt Queen's smooth, muscled thigh split her legs, and she remembered the circumstances under which that first happened and why they were kissing now.

Suddenly angry, she broke the kiss, stepped back, and gave Queen a little shove in the process.

"You think that you can just come into my home, give me some lousy fucks, and I'll just hand over the master key?!?!"

Queen gave a cold smile. "Not just a few. And certainly not lousy. I recall you getting fucked out of your mind."

That made Vicky's blood boil but it also made her nipples rock hard. "I don't remember you keeping awake the whole time. You should see what I do to you when I'm really trying. I'd fuck every ounce of cum out of you so that you wouldn't be able to walk for a week."

Queen's body tensed at the challenge and her nipples sprang firmly in response. She took a menacing step forward.

"Okay, bitch. You think you're such a good fuck? I won't steal the master key from you. You'll give it to me after I fuck your cunt off."

Vicky thrilled at the challenge. She loved her job, but she loved to fuck, especially to win, even more. And it had been so, so long, since she had a challenge. She didn't even think for a second about the possibility of losing and with each passing second she got more and more excited. A sexfight. Finally!

"Agreed", she breathed, her voice dripping with desire. "And once you lose, you get the hell out of my house."

Equally thrilled, Queen quickly agreed. What had started off as a honey pot operation had evolved into something even better. A sexfight. Finally!

[YuriLesboLover]

Ah, your two best stories coming together! I can’t wait for more! And I can safely say that Queen and Vicky are my two favorite characters of yours hands down.

[dwcole8]

Another story with Queen - YES.
The first two chapters setting up the main plot - cool. How the two main characters MUST meet is fantastic.
The part with Queen gets it on with the flight attendant was a hot plus.
And at the end - wow. Both women agree that they both want a sexfight - finally

[dnld0118]

Part V

Discussions were swift because discussing meant talking and talking meant they weren't fucking. Though, that wasn't exactly true, they couldn't help but get hot and bothered while talking about exactly how they would fuck each other to determine the fate of keeping the master key secret. Within just a couple of sentences, they hugged their naked bodies tight, and interrupted each other multiple times to kiss, do some tongue play, or moan in pleasurable agony while one woman's lips assaulted the other woman's hot, bare skin.

Their "discussions" led to the logical conclusion. Tightly embraced, one woman on top of the other, cunt deep into each other, and grinding their way to orgasmic bliss while they refused to break eye contact. Only after their bodies had finally relaxed, after they rolled off of each other and lay on bed staring at the ceiling in their post-orgasmic state, could they finally agree.

Best of three contest, first to cum loses. The first round would be a tit 69. Queen insisted on a 69 contest. Vicky proposed a titfight, and it took them quite some time to come up with the compromise. The second would involve finger-banging contest, but not simultaneously. Instead, they would take turns, both lying on their backs, one on top of the other, and let the woman on bottom have full access to the one on top. When Queen asked how they could possibly know who came the fastest, Vicky answered that the room had an extensive camera setup and viewing room. They could use the video and timestamps to identify who lasted the longest.

Finally, the last round, which neither woman thought would be necessary because they were confident they would win the first two rounds, was a traditional tribbing contest.

"Enough talking, bitch", sneered Queen, as if Vicky was the only one who had spoken during their negotiations, "get on your back and let's eat."

The thought of imminently locking up with Queen's tits again was more than enough for Vicky to shake off the insult. With a predatory grin, she lay back and spread her legs invitingly, so Queen could get a nice, good look at her pink, glossy, quivering pussy. The black-haired woman couldn't help but stare at the potential meal for a long time and seriously contemplated giving in to temptation and diving in and give the cunt an eating of a lifetime. However, she asserted her willpower, got down on all fours, and crawled.

The sight of the beautiful caramel-skinned goddess, on all fours, crawling with the right amount of jiggle, and the tits hanging down like cannonballs was something that practically made Vicky drool. God, she wished this cunt would hurry up already!

But, why wait? As, Queen moved, closer to position, Vicky held her hand out and let her fingertips graze lightly on to Queen's taut skin. Queen yelped at the sudden contact but did nothing to brush it off. Why should she? She loved it. If anything, she subtly shifted her body closer to let Vicky's hand press even harder.

The brunette happily obliged. She let her hand graze downward until it became full of the most firm, and awe-inspiring, titmeat. It felt so good in her hands and when the hard nipple scraped against her palm, she almost creamed. Both women openly moaned in pleasure as Queen continued her interminable crawl.

Reluctantly, Vicky let go of Queen's tit and after that had to satisfy herself with light touches on Vicky's torso, thighs and ass. She wanted so badly to slip a finger in or around Queen's cunt but the angle just wasn't there.

The crawl finally ended with Queen and Vicky staring eye to eye, their heads pointed at each other's feet. Lustful smiles filled their faces as they got tired of wasting time. Queen lowered her head and shifted her position slightly to place a small kiss on Vicky's forehead.

She moved further and furtively placed her lips on Vicky's eyes and nose, each of which were returned, before lips met lips and within seconds they were deep into a hot and sensual upside down kiss. The two women moaned into each other's mouths as their noses rubbed against the other woman's chin.

Sensing that her hands were mere centimeters from Vicky's red-hot skin, an evil idea came to Queen's mind. She subtly shifted her hands until they started to slide up and down the sides of Vicky's toned torso. Every time her hands came back down, Queen moved them a bit higher and, without Vicky realizing it until it was too late, now had two handfuls of glorious titflesh to massage and mold as she saw fit.

Vicky groaned in pleasure and frustration and gamely tried to reciprocate by grabbing her own hold of Queen's tits, but from her vantage point, she couldn't keep a good hold. She squirmed while Queen had her way with her tits until she finally broke the kiss that resulted in a spray of spit.

"Hey!", she exclaimed angrily, "that's not fair!"

Queen didn't even bother to respond. She launched forward, lips open and tongue out. A heat-seeking missile with one target.

"FUUU...", Vicky's groan of lust at Queen's sudden and devastating attack was immediately swallowed up the mountain of awesome tit that filled her mouth. As soon as the nipple scraped past her lips, her tongue lashed out to bathe it in her wetness and her mouth clamped down as much titmeat as possible.

With the battle now on, both women gleefully licked, kissed, sucked, and bit every square inch of hard, taut flesh. They teased nipples by sucking on them as hard as possible causing the other woman to scream in agony when the lips backed off. Kisses at the base of the tit created apprehension as they moved closer and closer to the mountaintop, only for them to retreat down to the valley and climb up toward the opposite peak.

Prodigious amounts of precum leaked out of Queen and Vicky's pussy and nipples. Vicky happily lapped up whatever came out of Queen's nipples. She knew that Queen was close to cumming and redoubled her efforts.

Queen moaned at the sudden surge of oral activity. She couldn't remember the last time her tits felt so huge that it was like they would explode at any second. As much as her mind strained to deny her body the release it so badly wanted, she decided to focus on an attack strategy that had occurred to her when the first drops of precum touched her tongue. The strategy required patience and mental strength, but if successful, would guarantee her victory.

She extended the tip of her tongue to collect the precum and took care to not have any touch her lips for fear of swallowing it. That was not an easy task because Vicky's cum was delicious and her body seemed to crave its taste. With enough cum accumulated, she lovingly wrapped it around the base of Vicky's incredibly stiff peak. She coated each millimeter of the nipple with precum and began to deliberately lick, with a start from the base to the very tip.

Below her, she could feel Vicky's body tremble as the brunette understood what was being done to her. With the nipple fully coated, Queen parted her lips slightly and held them open to let her warm breath wash over and caress the damp nipple.

"Oh god.....", Vicky moaned as she broke contact for the first time in the tit 69. Her head lolled back momentarily before she rallied herself and raised her head up to get back in the fight.

But then she felt Queen's luscious lips wrap around her nipple and begin to suck.

Vicky slammed her head back against the bed and screamed "FUCK!!" repeatedly while her body writhed in agony. She tried to wriggle, roll, or any other method she could think of to escape but Queen's lips stayed attached and within seconds, the brunette was past the point of no return.

Her eyes opened wide in horror.

"NO! NO! NOOOOOO!!!!", she screamed in pleasure and agony as her body finally gave in and let loose bursts of cum that had spent a relative eternity waiting to escape.

Queen exulted in her victory and kept her lips glued to Vicky's nipple determined to drain the brunette bitch of every last drop of cum. She brought her fingers up to Vicky's other nipple and began to massage and twist the hard peak which set off another chain of orgasms from the defeated brunette.

One the first rush of orgasms cleared, so did Vicky's mind, and she immediately rose her head and hands up to feast anew on Queen's tits.

The African beauty raised her head and looked to the ceiling for relief, guidance, answers, anything, as she felt her tits explode and pump rivers of cum that she didn't think could possibly exist inside of her.

The two beauties licked, sucked, ate, and fondled each other's tits to the best of their abilities to drain their opponent as much as possible. After who knows how long, their bodies finally had enough and shut down the feeding frenzy at just about the same time. Queen did manage to roll off of Vicky before she slipped into a well-deserved sleep and thus avoid the risk of either of them being suffocated by a giant tit.

About 30 minutes later, Queen's eyes fluttered awake and, once again, she looked out of the window. Dusk was gone and had now been replaced by the deep darkness of night. A clock wasn't available, but Queen ventured it must've been 10 or 11 o'clock at night, which means she had been at Vicky's house for almost 12 hours with at least 9 or 10 of them mostly spent on fucking.

Behind her, she felt Vicky stir. She turned around and sat with her ass on her heels so not only would they stare at each other eye to eye, but with Queen towering over a prone Vicky to solidify who was the better woman between them.

Faces hardened with anger, determination and lust, the two of them stared at each other engaged in an nonverbal contest of will.

"First blood to me, cunt", Queen taunted, "why not just save us all a lot of trouble and give me the master key now? Then I'll be free to fuck your brains out for as long as you can stand."

A tempting offer, Vicky had to admit to herself, but one that was easy to reject. Queen had won the first round, sure, but there were still two more to go, and Vicky was certain of her victory.

"Don't get too cocky, bitch", the brunette retorted. "That was just the first round!"

Queen was elated at the response. There was simply nothing like fucking to win all while getting to serve her country!

"Then, it's time for the next round. And, since I won, I get to choose who goes first."

The gorgeous spy thought for a second on how she wanted to approach this next contest. Honestly, because they wouldn't know the winner until they saw the timestamps in the viewing room, there was no advantage of going first or second, she reasoned. So, she decided to listen to her body. When she did, she couldn't get the images of her hands, filled with Vicky's tits, their legs twined together, while the brunette cunt thrust her body into the air as she came over and over again while, beneath her, Queen's lips nibbled on her neck, shoulders, and cheek.

Decision made, Queen sneered at the prone brunette. "Get up, you're going first, and I'm going to make you scream like a whore."

Vicky decided not to offer a retort and instead just stared stonily at Queen until the gorgeous, caramel-skinned, goddess lay on the bed. The brunette's eyes did glaze a little as she say the fantastic breasts loll back and the spy's eyes pierce her with a "come fuck me look". She was almost in a hypnotic state when Queen's slender arm reached out and a single, long finger beckoned Vicky to join.

Well, who was Vicky, or anyone, to say no?

Vicky dipped her shoulder, did a slight turn, and within seconds felt the absolutely wonderful sensation of Queen's massive breasts crushed against her back, her rock hard nipples scrape against her taut flesh, and calves intertwined together. Vicky's world went black as she shut her eyes when Queen's hands closed like a vise on her tits and vigorously massaged them. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be held at the complete whim of another woman.

Already moaning, those sounds escalated to groans when one of Queen's hands slid down and, after a quick tease of Vicky's pussy lips, plunged two, then three, fingers and began to furiously pump.

"OH FUCK! OH FUCK!", Vicky screamed again and again, as she could feel Queen's lips enter the fray and softly kiss or nibble on the many sensitive spots that lined her neck, collarbone, and other parts of her face.

Vicky tried to control herself, but it was no use. Queen had coated her clit with her own cunt juices and now both hands were down there. One ceaselessly pumping in and out of her cunt and the other mercilessly rubbing and pulling on her clit.

The brunette began to see stars inside of her eyelids when she felt the African beauty's lips hover over her ears, the warm breath washing over her ear canal, and heard seductive whispers of all the things Queen wanted to do to her, and all the things she wanted Vicky to do to her. Finally, Queen gave a gentle blow into Vicky's ear.

And that did it.

Vicky's eyes went wide with horror and she screamed at the top of her lungs, "FUUUUUCK!!!! I'M CUMMMINNGG!!!! FUUUUCKKK!!!!"

She screamed over and over as loads of cum pumped out of her. She screamed so loudly that she could barely hear Queen's own screams of passion. Her brain was so fried, she had no idea that her muscled ass had lodged itself deep into Queen's cunt and rubbed against Queen's clit enough to make her tormentor come in her own series of explosions.

As the two of them let their orgasms run their course, Vicky turned her head as far as she could so she and Queen could kiss or twirl their tongues together. When spent, Vicky was finally able to turn completely as Queen released her hold and the two women kissed each other long and hard.

Vicky broke the kiss with a spray of spit before brusquely rolling Queen over and rotating the beautiful spy until their positions were now the reverse from where they had started.

"My turn now, bitch", Vicky taunted into the dark-haired woman's ear.

Queen almost squealed in delight as she felt the warm, soft lips basically glue themselves onto her neck and chew on the most sensitive parts of her upper body. Her mind and body struggled mightily against each other as Vicky's hands masterfully pawed her tits and explored her cunt with exquisite skill.

As an elite operative, Queen had undergone extensive training in how to deal with situations involving extreme duress. To keep a laser focus on a singular point to avoid the one cardinal sin of captivity, which was to become broken. She had been trained by the American CIA, the British SAS, but she could never remember a challenge that matched the mental anguish she experienced now.

But, the one lesson they had all taught her was that, no matter who you are, you will eventually break. Queen broke when Vicky pulled on her clit, pulled on her nipple, and gave a small love bite to her earlobe at the same time.

"HOLY SHIT!!!!! OH FUCKING GOOOODDDD!!!", bellowed Queen as her body pumped out continuous loads of cum. Her ass rode hard into Vicky's cunt and she was rewarded with the bitch's screams in her ear as the brunette was subject to another series of eruptions.

Once again, the two of them let the orgasms course through them until they were spent. Once again, the woman on top turned her head to engage in a lip lock or tongue twist of some kind until the woman on bottom released her grip and they were free to embrace and kiss with abandon.

If possible, the kiss turned them on even more, as they deepened their lips into each other and locked their tongues together. They broke the kiss for the need to breath. With her knee, Queen split a willing Vicky's legs open, adjusted her pelvis and raised up to strike their cunts together.

With her last shred of rational thought, Vicky wanted to ask about checking the timestamps to see who won but that thought disappeared as soon as their cunts reunited and they began to fuck like wild animals. For hours, they kept their cunts locked together, slipping, sliding and grinding against each other. Countless orgasms passed until their sexual fervor at last broke and they passed out together.

Vicky finally stirred awake, the body heat too much to ignore. She and Queen were wrapped in a tight embrace, arms together, legs intertwined, and cunts jammed together. She wondered if they had simply fallen asleep mid-fuck. Right now, she had no appetite to fuck, though she had no doubt that would happen soon. Especially when they checked the timestamps and saw Vicky won, they would immediately jump back into bed for the third round, which Vicky was sure she would win.

After all, they had just tribbed each other for hours and Vicky had woken up first. She would do it again, she was sure of it. In the meantime, there was no harm in sneaking out to the viewing room to review the video and see who held out the longest in round two. Somewhat painfully, Vicky finally separated herself from Queen's grasp. She was amazed that the dark-haired woman hadn't cried out in pain after their cunts basically ripped apart.

She tiptoed to the viewing room which was just down the hall and fired up the recording program. She was able to quickly cue up to the point where she was first at Queen's mercy. As she saw the looks of pure agony on her face and the way she was at the utter mercy of Queen, Vicky's libido started to trickle back. When the first orgasm hit, she noted the time that had lapsed and copied it on to a notepad.

The trickle became a rush when she saw the same look of lustful agony on Queen's face as Vicky mercilessly pleasured the beautiful spy. When Queen's first orgasm started, Vicky took down that time as well. She was just about to compare the two when she heard a voice.

"Nice setup you have here."

She was not expecting that at all and almost jumped in terror but immediately calmed down when she saw it was just Queen. She smiled and beckoned at Queen to join her at the workstation.

"Perfect timing, I just wrote down the times we lasted, but haven't had a chance to compare them yet." She showed Queen the two pieces of paper, one with her own name, one with Queen's. She looked down at the paper that said "Vicky".

"Okay, I lasted 12 minutes and 48 seconds before I first came."

Both women nodded in respect for the feat, it was quite impressive and Queen was not sure of her ability to hold out that long. Vicky then looked at the piece of paper titled "Queen".

"And you...lasted 13 minutes and 4 seconds."

Both women where shocked. Queen had won. She had lasted barely 20 more seconds than her rival but she was the indisputable winner!

Queen wanted to gloat but something about Vicky's despondent face changed her mind. After all, Vicky wasn't her enemy, she wasn't even working for the enemy, but just an unfortunate means to an invaluable end.

Vicky couldn't believe that she'd lost a sexfight. Sure, it was a first to cum situation, but in this round of three, she didn't even make it to the third round! Seeing some movement in the corner of her eye, Vicky realized Queen was still standing there, but now with an expectant air about her.

"Fuck", Vicky remembered the terms of their agreement. With a heavy sigh, she reached behind her workstation and retrieved the gold-plated USB sign which, just a short time ago, had been a source of happiness, but now represented defeat. She plugged the USB in to the computer, found the code for the master key, wrote it down on a piece of paper and wordlessly handed it to Queen.

Queen couldn't believe it. On the two occasions she needed to use her body in service of her country, she had been victorious each time. She needed to celebrate but that would come later. Not knowing what to say, she eased herself out of the room and proceeded throughout the house to find her clothes. She found her clutch first into which she inserted the note that was secured in a hidden pocket that could only be accessed by Queen.

She put the clutch down and was about to recommence her search for her clothes when she heard a voice call out in a challenging tone, "You didn't prove anything."

Surprised, Queen turned around to see Vicky, naked, tall, gorgeous, powerfully built, tits thrust out, and hands on her hips in the unmistakable pose of a challenger. Queen drank in the sight as if she was dying of thirst for sex despite the fact that she and Vicky had fucked each other for at least half a day. The brunette's hair was wild and splotches of cum lined her body everywhere which gave her a raw, primal look.

Despite her victory, Queen felt something stir in her and, all of a sudden, she wasn't too eager to leave anymore. She held up her clutch and smiled coolly at Vicky, "What's in here says otherwise."

Vicky sneered at the remark and retorted, "Sure, you got access to the master key. Congratulations." That last word was said with dripping sarcasm. She then began to walk towards Queen as she continued to speak, her body jiggling wonderfully with each step.

"But did you prove that you're the better woman? Can you defeat me in a real sexfight?"

She asked that last question when they were practically nose to nose. Being in close proximity to each other drove each woman wild and just increased their hunger for each other. Slowly, Queen placed the clutch on a side table, stepped forward until their bodies crushed together and there wasn't an inch of space between them.

Their lips closed together and they kissed hungrily with one hand on the back of each other's hair and another on their ass. They passionately kissed until the need for oxygen became undeniable. They broke their kiss but kept their foreheads pressed together and stared hard into each other's eyes.

"You and me", Vicky said.

"You and me", Queen repeated.

"We fuck until one of us can't go on."

"We fuck until one of us can't go on."

The two women resumed their kiss and staggered down the hall until they were back in the guest bedroom. They stumbled onto the bed and crawled up until they were in position to wrap themselves up with each other again. The sexfight for the master key had ended with a victory for Queen. But the sexfight to see who was the better lover, the better woman, had just begun.

Part VI

Without seeming to put up much of a fight, Vicky rolled them until she was on her back.

"Giving up so soon?", Queen cooed.

Vicky shook her head no before responding in her sweetest, mocking voice, "It's not about who starts on the bottom, it's about who finishes on top."

The brunette then grabbed the back of Queen's head and roughly brought it down so they continue their kiss. They kissed with such fervent passion that they melted in to each other. They made great use of their lips and tongue to titillate each other and their hands roamed freely to caress the smooth, taut skin. Their bodies rubbed and created a wonderful friction as the two of them devoted even greater effort into their kiss. In the back of their heads, they knew they had to eventually fuck, but right now, it just felt too good to make out and they were content to continue as they were.

Vicky's hands finally made their way down Queen's amazing back and grabbed a firm hold of each muscular cheek. Slowly, with the subtle movements from the African beauty and the deft hands from the brunette, the centers of their bodies finally met. Both of them groaned loudly into each other's mouths when their wet cunts had their first, gentle kiss and they found an instant rhythm of sliding, rotating, and grinding their joined pussies.

Once their legs intertwined, there was no separation. Cunts, navels, tits and lips crushed together and refused to let go. The unceasing rubbing made them wild with delirium as each women's sexual stamina seemed to find a new peak with each kiss and thrust. Beads of sweat provided a wonderfully natural lubricant that let them fuck to their heart's desire. Moans, once stifled, were now shouted without restraint as neither woman could keep their lips connected for too long because the need for breathe was too much to ignore.

As her head rested on Vicky's shoulder, with the occasional bite into the dense flesh, Queen wondered how much longer she could go on before she let go. Yes, this was a sexfight to the finish and it didn't matter who came first, but right now, she wanted to make sure that Vicky came first while she was on the bottom.

At the same time, Vicky wondered if she'd gone insane with lust. Her body was unfathomably hot trapped between the glowing heat of Queen's excruciatingly hot body and the bed. Yet, she kept her hands clamped onto Queen's ass determined to not let go and equally set on not cumming first. She was going to show this absolute bitch a thing or two about how to fuckfight.

The end finally came for Queen when she felt Vicky's lips gently start to nibble on the exposed flesh of her neck. Such gentleness was such a contract to their frenzied fucking that it drove Queen absolutely wild with another level of lust. But she barely managed to hold onto her sanity until she felt the smooth caress of warm air blow into her from Vicky's hot lips.

The caramel-skinned beauty's eyes opened wide. She drew a quick intake of breath and her body was momentarily paralyzed as it tried to stave off the explosion that was building inside.

It didn't work.

"OHHHH FUCK, I'M CUMMINGGGG!!!!", screamed Queen at the top of her lungs. Her body resumed function and ground itself against Vicky to pump one shot of cum after another out of her pussy straight into Vicky's waiting cunt.

The thrill of victory plus the feeling of hot cum washing into her was more than enough to put Vicky over the edge and she joined Queen in screaming at the top of her lungs while the two gorgeous women trade so many orgasms it almost seemed as if one eruption caused another.

The screams finally died down after several minutes and their exhausted bodies had given all they could handle from that first round. But once they finally caught their breathes, they found each other's lips without waiting for a second and settled into another long, luscious kiss.

While they kissed, Vicky subtly moved her body, and Queen provided no resistance, until they had swapped positions. Vicky stared hard into Queen's angry, humiliated, brown eyes.

"If you can't get me off first when you're on top, then what's the point of going on?", she taunted. "Just give up now and we'll fuck each other until we can't walk."

The beautiful spy almost growled in disdain but instead she grabbed the back of Vicky's head and brought it down roughly so they could resume their liplock.

Their bodies writhed together and they kissed hard with Vicky's head locked in place by the iron grip of both of Queen's hands on the back of her head. The dark-haired woman broke the kiss and practically spat her words into Vicky's face.

"We'll definitely fuck until we can't walk, slut. But not before I grind your pussy into mincemeat!"

Vicky smile hungrily and hurriedly reengage the kiss with Queen, eager to lock lips and eliminate any gaps between their bodies once more. She groaned in happy agony when she felt Queen's hands slither down her back and grab a firm hold of her luscious ass. She groaned even louder into Queen's mouth as the African beauty kneaded and massaged her glutes with a skill she had rarely felt before.

Like before, the two of them writhed their bodies against each other aiming to elicit more and more desire from her opponent. And like before, it drove them both insane that their bodies seemed to surrender so quickly to the other woman's abilities.

Determined to capitalize on her earlier win, Vicky drilled her cunt into Queen's with power and precision. But frustration and pleasure boiled inside of her as the beautiful spy met and repelled every one of her attacks. The pleasure curves in the two women rose unabated as they fucked with a ferocious frenzy.

And then she felt a long, smooth digit plunge smoothly up her asshole. Vicky's eyes opened wide as a singular spike of pleasure radiated from her very core of sexual power to the top of her head.

"NO!!!! OH, NO!!!!!", she shrieked as she was not at all prepared for the sudden probe which caused her entire body to convulse and pump copious amounts of cum. She raged in her defeat as the orgasms kept coming while Queen ruthlessly assaulted her asshole with one, and then two, fingers.

Queen exulted in her victory but once she felt the rush of sizzling hot cum wash her insides she couldn't hold back her own orgasms and came just as violently as Vicky did. For several minutes they traded eruptions, their mouths just centimeters apart but unable to do much more than just scream into each other.

Gradually, their orgasmic highs subsided. As Vicky's head lowered, her lips met Queen's, not to kiss, but just because both lips happened to be at the same moment in the same time. Aside from a brief flick of the lips, both women were too spent from that last round to do anything but rest their heads on each other's shoulders for a few moments before Vicky rolled off and lay on her back next to Queen. Their tits rose and fell rhythmically with their breathing. It wasn't long before each women's eyes moved from looking at the ceiling to staring at the other women's mountainous flesh. The dense meat that stood so proud and might despite bearing the abrasions and scars of battle. Dark peaks that stiffened with each passing second just begging for the perfect pair of lips to worship them in all their glory.

Their hands inched closer together until they were firmly grasped together. Feeling inspired, Queen rose and sat up, her ass on her heels to peer down at the beautiful sight that was Vicky. The two of them stared at each other, their lust for the other woman growing with every breath. With her free hand, Queen reached for Vicky's left breast and greedily kneaded the flesh and expertly rolled the nipple between her fingers.

Vicky gasped at the sudden violation and was about to return the favor when Queen broke the silence.

"Three out of four to me so far. Why not just give up?"

It was such a nothing comment. In all her years of fuckfighting she'd heard, and said, worse. But maybe it was the arrogance, or the audacity, or that she actually had lost three of the last four battles, but something lit a fire in Vicky and she did something she hadn't done in years.

She rose up and slapped Queen in the face.

Shocked by its suddenness and power, the beautiful African fell backwards onto the bed and braced herself as the gorgeous brunette launched her assault. The elite operative of South Africa's premier intelligence service had been trained in many form of martial arts. However, Queen realized as she tried to deflect the blows and attempted pulls on her hair, not one of her training sessions included catfighting.

Queen fought back as best as she could, more concerned about not using one of her many martial skills to seriously hurt Vicky. She finally managed to grab Vicky by the wrist with her opposite arm and pull with a quick and vicious force. Immediately, Vicky's back was to Queen and the spy then used her other hand to wrap it around the taut, muscled torso and bring the brunette's body into hers.

They both moaned in unexpected pleasure at the sudden feel of Queen's tits thrust onto Vicky's back. Despite the pleasure, Vicky tried to escape and dug her heels into the bed and pressed back as much as she could. However, Queen's grip didn't break but she fell back onto the bed and they both let out a groan as Vicky's body landed onto Queen's.

Realization of the opportunity before her came immediately. With frightening speed, Queen grabbed both of Vicky's tits and twined their legs together. She furiously massaged Vicky's needy tits and the brunette's eyes opened in horror as she realized the vulnerability of her position.

"Remember this baby?", Queen cooed. She continued to taunt her prey, "There's no escape now. Just be good baby, cum for me, and everything will be alright."

Vicky defiantly shook her head no. Yet, bolts of electricity shot into her chest and she had no idea how long she could last while someone had complete control of her body. Despite her desire to resist, her body's betrayal began with easily turning its head when directed by a slight pull on her hair and extending her tongue to play with Queen's. The two of them swapped spit and slid their tongues together but couldn't sustain the kiss so Queen released her hold on Vicky's hair.

Her now free hand slid down and gave a quick caress of her neck. Some bold massages of her tits and nipples. Grazed and teased the brunette's torso and began to circle her clit.

"Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck", Vicky repeated as she felt Queen's fingers dance around her clit and play with her slit. What was taking the bitch so long to get on with it?

That question pierced her mind and cleared the sexual fog. Suddenly, she realized that the beautiful woman's breathing, which had ceaselessly washed over her ears, had become ragged. It was only a moment later when she realized that her muscled ass was jammed deep into Queen's cunt, splitting the bitch in two and rubbing vigorously into her stiff clit which slid effortlessly over her perfect glute.

Suddenly not so hopeless, Vicky braced her feet against the bed and ground her ass as hard as she could into Queen's open, inviting cunt.

This new resolve was not lost on Queen who knew that she faced the real possibility of losing again while in the dominant position. She gave up all efforts at teasing Vicky's cunt and plunged three fingers into her silky vaginal walls and began to pump them like a piston. She also alternated between playing with Vicky's nipple and sliding her fingers up, down, and around the brunette's incredibly stiff clit.

The two of them howled in pleasure as they violated each other. Queen ruthlessly tongued and kissed every part of Vicky's ear, neck, shoulder, and cheek to get the American bitch to break and Vicky thrust her ass with every bit of force she possessed. Their bodies writhed in this position for another 40 minutes before they finally gave out.

"FUCK!!! OH SHIT!!!!"

"FUCK ME!!!! I'M CUMMINGGGG!!!!"

Various oaths and curses flew out of their brains as mind-bending orgasms tore through their bodies. Queen's cum erupted onto Vicky's ass and ran down the brunette's crack before dripping onto the bed. Vicky's ejaculate gushed out onto Queen's hand, dribbled down the junction between her thigh and pussy, before meeting Queen's stream and dropping onto the ever-growing puddle. Once spent, the two of them collapse onto the bed where Queen's grip on Vicky finally broke.

The exhausted brunette slid out of her captor's embrace and rolled onto her stomach, her left tit firmly planted onto her rival's right, and her head resting on Queen's shoulder. After a day and night of fucking and sexfighting, and even though they had both fucked each other to exhaustion, they both had one last coherent thought before drifting into subconsciousness.

This isn't over.

[dwcole8]

Such a hot addition to an already smoking hot story = love it.
I loved the tit suck off; I love 69 anything, in any tit/sex fuck fights.
And the absolutely best last thing to this addition is - THIS ISN'T OVER.

[YuriLesboLover]

If only Arthur could see this. His Queen(Pun intended) is being dethroned.

[dnld0118]

Part VII

Hot skin twitched as daylight crept into the room. The rays slowly advanced from the window onto the bed before exposing the vast array of delectable flesh that was sprawled on the bed and intertwined together. Deep in sleep, two beautiful women, one black, the other with subtly tanned flesh, lay on their sides, arms wrapped around shoulders and backs, faces a few inches apart, while hot breath washed over each other.

The rising sun approached their closed eyelids and, at first contact, nothing really happened. But even women of such rare beauty and strength cannot ignore the power of the sun which persisted in its mission to invade the room with its light. Two conscious minds sensed the external form and began to activate the physical body in which it resided.

Awareness rose within both women. First, there was the pleasant sensation of something wonderful rubbing against their bellies, their legs, and their tits. Then, the smell of sweet breath which washed over their faces and tickled their noses. Their bodies began to slowly writhe with the pleasing stimuli and involuntary smiles filled their faces while the eyes, completely unaware of the activity that occurred below, remained closed.

Shortly, finally, the eyes cracked open and treated each woman to the wonderful sight of an absurdly gorgeous woman's face just inches from hers with a look of satisfaction and a smile full of desire as their bodies subtly mingled together on the bed. They awoke completely and immediately understood what was happening.

Two pairs of lips, magnetically drawn to each other, moved imperceptibly forward until the gap between them disappeared and the two women engaged in a deep, luscious kiss that represented such a powerful hunger for each other despite the relatively short amount of time since they had last engaged in sexual activity with each other. The kiss grew deeper, their hands tightened the grips on the other's bodies, and the first set of moans escaped their lips, only to be swallowed within the ravenous mouth of the other woman.

Vicky smoothly pressed her outside shoulder into Queen's. The gorgeous spy offered no resistance and happily rolled onto her back while the brunette's leg slid over and allow her body to straddle the dark-skinned woman's leg. Whether by happenstance or choice, Vicky's dripping sex landed not on Queen's equally slick cunt, but her muscled thigh against which the brunette began to vigorously rub her slowly emerging nub.

Moans grew louder in their mouths as Queen's nether lips also found purchase of Vicky's own thigh and rub hard against the muscle. Queen's hands snaked down Vicky's toned back until they reached the familiar destination of the brunette's marvelous ass. Fingers spread wide on the glutes, Queen's fingertips pressed hard into the hard flesh, partly to anchor herself while she drove her sex again and again into Vicky's leg but also to move that bitch's cunt where it rightfully belonged: locked into her own cunt.

Fortunately, there was little desire to offer any resistance. Somehow, Vicky embraced Queen even tighter and allowed the dark-haired woman to move her into position until the centers of their sexual being locked into place.

The sensations were strong enough to cause them to break their kiss and moan in blissful agony. Despite the desire to keep their eyes closed and concentrate their strength in pleasuring the other woman before experiencing her own, the need to stare into each other's souls, to identify when the other woman was finally broken, was even greater. They stared hard into each other's eyes and whispered curses as they fought the other woman and their own building needs for release.

Their pussies squelched and began to leak as sweat and precum began to drip from their sealed cunts. The movements were subtle but powerful. Their pelvises slid, thrust, and rotated in a monumental effort to make the other woman cum first. Before long, their lips reconnected and pushed hard against each other while tongues delightfully twisted and played together.

Vicky finally closed her eyes because the sensations started to become too much to ignore. She needed to win this one, damnit! She could feel the juices in her cunt start to well and flow over the dam that held them back. The brunette clenched her eyes tight to use the utmost concentration she had to thrust her cunt and clit into Queen while trying to mitigate the devastating effects of the spy's efforts on her.

Queen's heart soared at making Vicky, almost literally, blink first and was determined to make the brunette bitch cum first again while on top. But there was also a sense of relief so she could now close her eyes and concentrate on winning the trib battle once again.

It was a good plan until a drop of sweat from Vicky's brow fell onto the hazel iris of the gorgeous spy's.

The beautiful dark-skinned woman closed her eyes to flush away the salty, burning sensation but it caused her mental defenses to shift focus and suddenly the sexual dam inside of her began to rise and overflow with nothing to hold it back at the moment.

"OH FUCK!!!!!!", shrieked Queen who finally broke the unending kiss. Sexual tremors wracked her body as load after load of cum shot out of her cunt and gushed into Vicky's waiting twat. The spy roared in gleeful agony while her body became consumed by a white-hot fire of sexual desire that it couldn't extinguish.

Vicky tried to power her way to securing her victory but the feeling of the molten hot lava of cum fill her exposed cunt washed away any mental defenses she held.

"YES!! CUM FOR ME, BITCH!!!", she exulted as she tried to force even more orgasms from Queen's body.

The two sexfighters held each other tight as they traded orgasms and screamed into each other's shoulders. The cascade of orgasms finally took their toll and shut their minds and bodies down once more.

Queen's last passing thought before slipping into unconsciousness again was to see the sunlight, now filling the room to its fullest, and think, "I've been here for almost a whole day."

The sight was as thrilling as it was erotic. Two prime examples of naked womanly perfection, one on top of the other, bodies shining with sweat and cum and seemingly spent from the nonstop competitive sex.

Two brilliant, successful, professional women. So alike, yet so different. One a caramel-hued spy from South Africa, and the other a tanned Caucasian IT professional from America. Outside of the bedroom, they dominated despite being women in male-dominated fields. But in the bedroom, with no masks, no clothes, no anything really, to hide their true selves from each other, they were a couple of sexually insatiable women who had just fucked each other's brains out. Again.

Part VIII

Over the previous 24 hours, Vicky and Queen had fucked themselves into and out of consciousness so many times and each time involved some degree of sensuality. The accidental brush of lips and the sudden introduction of a tongue diving into a mouth, the silky friction of nude skin, or the graze of sensitive pussy lips against a bare leg. However, this time, what roused the two of them wasn't sexy at all. It was just a headache.

To the surprise of absolutely no one, almost an entire day spent contorted with another woman, with minimal amounts of sustenance, save for spit and cum, was bad for the human body.

Life returned to both women's bodies and when they were alert enough to make noise, they groaned. But the groans weren't ones of desire or lust, but rather of pain and fatigue. Queen felt like her head was being split in two while Vicky could not stop the relentless pounding inside of hers.

Groans turned into brief moments of searing pain as Vicky, with a heroic effort, managed to roll off of Queen only after separating their vaginas which were practically glued together by dried sweat and ejaculate.

Both women lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling and were dead set to not look at each other. The fear of losing control was enough to make them resist the urge to see the other woman's naked form, though even just thinking about her elicited a flood of memories on how each of them had spent the previous day.

Vicky made the first move and staggered/rolled off the bed. For a moment, she teetered and she was unsure of whether she would be standing or sprawled on the ground completely helpless. Luckily, one of her feet made purchase with the ground and that was enough for her to stand and make her way out of the room towards the kitchen.

Queen kept her eyes tightly shut as she heard Vicky leave the room and exhaled mightily when she heard the sounds of tinkering in the kitchen. She lay there for minutes as she contented herself with watching the ceiling and listening to the sounds of running water, drawers opening and shutting, plates clanking, and other things to let her know that Vicky was arranging refreshments of some sort. It was only when she heard the noise stop for several minutes did Queen start to think that the coast was clear.

Gathering her strength, Queen also made a great effort to make a tenuous roll off the bed and just barely avoid an ungraceful fall to the floor. When she left the room, she heard the unmistakable sound of a running shower that came from the master bedroom. A great idea, Queen thought to herself, and looked forward to streams of hot water crashing on her body. But first, food and drink.

She made her way to the kitchen and was grateful to find bowls and plates of various fruit, and other foods, and several bottles of water had been laid out. She gulped the water in a frenzy and replenished her body with fresh fruit and even managed to eat a slice of toast.

Once she ate and drank, unsurprisingly, her headache immediately cleared and she could think clearly again. With her now intimate knowledge of the house, she made her way to a room that she knew had a shower and was grateful to see all the necessary amenities: towels, soap, shampoo, conditioner, and a powerful hair dryer.

For the next 45 minutes, she scrubbed every inch of herself clean at least twice. She washed, conditioned, brushed, and dried her hair until it resembled some approximation of order. As her body slowly lost the layers of accumulated filth, evidence began to show of her and Vicky's battle. Abrasions, teeth marks, and dimples in sets of five that covered her body, especially around her tits, ass, and pussy that showed the intensity of their sexfight.

Only when she was out of the shower and in front of the mirror was Queen able to take a proper survey of every mark of her erotic war. Occasionally, a fingertip brushed over one and brought back a specific memory, but sometimes how it got there was a mystery. While she continued to dry her hair, the continuing catalogue of sexual warfare accumulated in her mind, and her body began to go into heat. Her breath shortened, her nipples firmed, and a little bit of wetness formed on her pussy lips.

Queen had no idea that on the opposite side of the wall which held the bathroom mirror was Vicky, ensconced in her master bathroom, attending to her hair, taking the same survey, and feeling her body yearn for more hot, intimate, contact with the beautiful spy.

There was no way for either woman to know that despite staring into the mirror, they were also staring at each other on either side of a wall that held mirrors for separate bathrooms. Yet, they both held the same thought in their head. Neither woman had established her superiority over the other and the fight wasn't over.

As if in a trance, they both walked out of their respective bathrooms, through the connected bedrooms, and into the hallway. Both stepped back slightly at seeing each other but quickly overcame their surprise to let their eyes rove in hunger at the now familiar, but still fantastic, body in front of them. Eyes feasted on ripe tits, stiff nipples, toned stomachs, and a pair of pussy lips that betrayed the first hints of arousal.

For the briefest moments, Vicky contemplated jumping onto Queen right in the hallway and finishing the fight then and there. But, this was a sexfight. A sexfight in her home meant there was only one place to have that. So instead, she held out her hand and gasped slightly when she felt Queen's warm palm slide into hers.

Silently, they walked, one behind the other, one pair of eyes straight ahead, the other one glued to the delicious sights of Vicky's naked ass bounce with each step. They dropped hands when they entered the room but did not let their steps break rhythm. Vicky reached the bed first, crawled, and turned onto her back as soon as she reached its head. Not far behind, Queen crawled the short distance too and did not stop until her body perfectly aligned with the sexy brunette's.

As soon as she stopped, Queen plunged down and glued her lips to Vicky's sensuous mouth. The two embraced tightly and sinfully rubbed their bare bodies while their endless kiss deepened.

Their legs intertwined, their cunts met, and they fucked. The room filled with sounds of frenzied sexual activity but the only ones that escaped the rivals' mouths were moans and cries that grew louder with each minute. When the moment came, their bodies stiffened, their backs arched, and they shrieked into each other as a purge of orgasms roared through their bodies.

As they came down from their orgasmic highs, their bodies relaxed into each other and they broke their kiss to rest their heads on the space between the other woman's head and shoulder. When the high began to wane, they finally had the strength to lift their heads and look deep into each other's eyes.

What each pair of eyes saw was an awesome sight indeed. Intensity, desire, determination, and above all, a want, no, a need to fuck until one woman mastered the other. Their bodies began to rub together again. Their breath shortened.

"We don't stop, cunt", Vicky rasped, her mind had already begun to fight her body's need for satisfaction.

"We don't stop", Queen agreed, barely able to get the words out before she lowered her mouth again for another intense lip-lock session. But she was surprised when Vicky closed her mouth and used both hands to form a tight grip on her head which kept her from moving. Queen looked to Vicky to find out what the hell the brunette was thinking.

Vicky was so horny that she almost didn't get the words out, "let's...eat..."

Queen smiled feverishly at the thought. She loved to eat pussy and have her pussy eaten. With not a little bit of reluctance she released her grip on Vicky, got on her hands and knees, and made a slow pivot of her position until she faced the brunette's pussy and her own cunt hovered over Vicky's face.

Strong, feminine hands tightly gripped the spy's fantastic ass and pulled it down towards the bed. At the same time, Queen slid her hands in between the bed and Vicky's own impressive derriere to give the glutes a quick squeeze before starting this session of cunnilingus with an almost chaste kiss on each of Vicky's labial lips.

Queen threw out her plan to start slow when she felt Vicky's snake-like tongue penetrate to her very core with the seeming mission of sucking out her soul. She yelped in shock and pleasure before she tightened her grip on the brunette's ass and began to heartily feast at the bounty that was Vicky's insatiable cunt.

Screams of lust and moans filled the room as the two amazons voraciously ate each other out to the best of their abilities. Orgasms came and went but, like possessed demons, they women licked, kissed, and sucked every bit of delicious pussy that was in front of them. They continuously changed positions, one on top, one on the bottom, side to side.

It was around the two hour mark that their tongues began to tire and they brought their fingers into the fray. First, the fingers slide sensuously around the labia and used the copious cum to coat the ever-present and continuously stiff clit. Then, they plunged mercilessly in and out of the waiting vaginas. G-spots were teased and pressed. The number of fingers invading their core ceaselessly grew until both women were ruthlessly fisted.

Tongues were reintroduced into the war and began to slide further and further up until they draped the exposed assholes with an erotic combination of spit, sweat, and cum.

"SHIT! FUCK!"

"OH, FUCK!!!!"

These screams erupted when Vicky and Queen felt the digits penetrate their backside and send a rush of dopamine so overwhelming throughout their body that they instantly creamed.

It was now a fight being fought on all fronts. Each woman had lost complete control of their faculties and their bodies operated on the most basest of instincts. Tongues, fingers, fists, and lips alternated their attacks on pussies, clits, and assholes that seemed to have an infinite capacity for pleasure.

But as superhuman as these women's appetite for sex was, it was, after all, human. Fatigue came for their tongues, hands, and minds, and a particularly massive eruption of cum knocked them both out simultaneously. On the bottom, Queen's head lolled back onto the pillow, her eyes closed before they made impact with the bed. In one final moment of conscious thought, Vicky managed to rest her head on Queen's muscular thigh and avoid having to sleep in the cum pooled onto the bed.

Who knows how many minutes or hours passed when the two woke up again. But when they did, their eyes locked onto the still juicy pussy in their face and their tongues went back to work as if there had been no break involved.

After the first orgasm, Vicky wondered, perhaps for the first time ever, how much more she could take. Queen showed no signs of slowing down, so Vicky needed to do something to turn the tables decisively in her favor. The second orgasm that ripped through her, brought on by Queen's entire fist rotating inside of her tight cunt, finally gave her an idea.

Quickly, the hint became a fully formed plan in the brunette's mind but she needed to act fast before the next orgasm sapped her strength even further. She tightened her grip on Queen's amazing glutes and even dug her nails in a bit. The action caused Queen to slide her tongue out of Vicky's snatch and hiss in pain. Vicky emitted her own gasp at the sudden emptiness inside of her.

Then, with every ounce of mental fortitude she had left, Vicky slid her body and began to inch her pussy away from Queen's serpentine tongue. With her pussy still dripping from Queen's talented tongue, Vicky pressed her cunt down against Queen's chin, and slid forward even further and left a trail of cum behind.

At first confused but then amused, Queen threw her head back and almost laughed at this new level of debauchery. As she saw Vicky's body continue to move down, she decided to exploit an opening. An anal opening. Queen plugged one, then two fingers straight into Vicky's completely exposed asshole. She didn't pump the fingers in and out like a piston to produce an immediate orgasm. But she teased and squirmed her fingers inside as a way to bring continued pleasure to her rival.

Vicky threw her head back at the penetration and could do little but laugh at the pure hedonism exchanged. When her pussy got to Queen's breasts, Vicky made sure to spend a little extra time there. First, she left a trail of slime in the valley between Queen's massive tits before she slowly slid her pussy up each tit and not going down until she gave each nipple a couple of flicks with her clit.

Once past Queen's breasts, Vicky picked up the pace until she stopped just below Queen's belly button where she finally got on her hands and knees and rotate until brunette and black-haired beauties could look each other eye to eye. They looked at each other hard before Vicky extended her tongue and lowered it until it reached the trailhead of cum.

"OOOHHH", Queen exclaimed upon the first lick of Vicky's delicious tongue on her body. Vicky hoovered up each drop and scraped Queen's delicious flesh with the flat of her tongue which caused the dark-skinned spy to moan as she was teased beyond words. As the tongue moved further up, Queen could not wait to feel it on her needy, achy tits.

Vicky patiently moved her body up, her hands on either side of Queen's body moving in concert, giving light, sensuous caresses to Queen. She stopped briefly before reach Queen's breasts and took a second to blow on each nipple. The warm breath on the nipples covered by the still warm cum made each bud just a little stiffer. It was Vicky's way of increasing Queen's anticipation just a little more.

"OH! OHH! OHHH! OHHHH!", Queen screamed with each lick of Vicky's tongue on whatever part of her taut skin was covered with Vicky's cum. Her tongue swirled around each nipple, licking up each drop before giving each nipple some quick sucks. Queen squirmed under the pleasure and couldn't believe how horny this made her.

Queen yelled in surprise when she felt Vicky's slick pussy press down onto hers. Their slick slits locked and slid up and down against each other, their breasts crushed together, rolling, massaging and having their own private battle, and the two stared into each others' eyes, willing the other to back down first. Queen clamped her hands down on Vicky's hard, fantastic ass to try and control as much of the pounding delivered by Vicky as possible.

Surprised turned into horror when Queen realized just how far up the pleasure curve Vicky's stunt had brought her. As her tits mated with Vicky's incredibly stiff pair, she could feel her squish from a backlog of cum that was desperate to evacuate. The more she strived to concentrate on keeping her tits from exploding in cum, the less she was able to withstand the ferocious attack from Vicky's ever-slick cunt.

The brunette's nostrils flared as they detected the hints of despair and Vicky redoubled her efforts knowing that she was on the verge of victory.

Queen fought valiantly. Her clit withstood each attack and countered it by stabbing and slicing within Vicky's own sensitive folds. Her fingers pumped in and out of Vicky's ass viciously. Her lips and tongue effectively exploited each sensitive spot on Vicky's face, neck, and shoulders.

But her breasts couldn't hold out forever. Primed and teased to an unsustainable extreme, it was a testament to Queen's prowess that they even held out at all.

"NOOOO!!!!!", Queen wailed in despair as her precious tits finally betrayed her and began to erupt in cum. The ejaculate collided head on with Vicky's tremendous rack, that tightly embrace Queen's, before it rushed down the spy's body. The unending explosions formed rivers of cum from Queen's tits as they raced down her stomach and back before pooling onto the bed.

In her head, she knew she had lost, but her body refused to back down. If anything, her hips bucked harder, her gripped tightened, and her fingers plunged deeper. However, her mouth could do little but maintain a perfect "O" and release an endless scream that echoed throughout the room.

"YESSSS!!!!!", exulted a victorious Vicky who's dam finally broke and cum exploded from her tits and cunt. The two women traded one giant orgasm after the other until their eruptions finally synchronized. With one last thrust from each of them, their bodies released its final tide of desire and both of them collapsed into the bed.

Before her eyes closed, Vicky's one last rational thought was that she had finally won.

Part IX

Hours later, Vicky's eyes finally fluttered open. It was hard. Her body slotted perfectly into Queen's and with the two wrapped around each other, she couldn't have been more comfortable. She took satisfaction that Queen was still fast asleep, a smile of absolute satisfaction etched onto her face.

Now that she was awake though, her mind refused to go to sleep. The first thing that she screamed internally was the word, "shower!". She was filthy again and had an urgent need to feel fresh again. With great care, she extricated herself from Queen's prone body and made her way to the shower in her bedroom. As she walked past her bed, she caught sight of the clock on her nightstand that showed the time as 6 pm.

"Unbelievable", she thought to herself. She and Queen had fucked almost non-stop for practically 36 hours. Once the water was hot enough, she stepped into the giant shower that she and Arthur used together and began to scrub her body with great effort.

The concentration spent on removing the accumulated grime meant that she did not hear nor detect the shower door swing open or gently shut. But she did detect, and she did feel, a pair of soft, feminine, hands place themselves on both sides of her torso and begin to work the soap into her body.

Vicky turned her head which ran directly into a luscious pair of lips that devoured her own. She moaned helplessly while she felt Queen's left hand grab a firm hold of her left tit and her right hand snake down her body before plunging three fingers into her wide open pussy.

The brunette broke the kiss long enough to spit out the words, "What are you doing bitch? I won."

Queen replied with a ravenous smile before thrusting her tongue back into Vicky's mouth to engage in another extended kiss and resumed plundering her soaked pussy until Vicky came in a small, but still explosive, orgasm.

Queen broke the kiss to let Vicky catch her breath before speaking. "Yes, you won, but that doesn't mean we can't have any fun." She then gently directed Vicky's back to the wall opposite the running showerhead and knelt until her knees hit the ground, her ass sat on her heels, and her face directly faced Vicky's pussy.

Vicky loved the sight of Queen submissively on her knees, ready to please and certify Vicky's victory. The brown-skinned beauty looked so sexy with the droplets of water cascading down her body that the brunette feared she would cum any second.

With her fingers, Queen gently created an opening in Vicky's pussy and ruthlessly tongued the brunette into not, not two, but three increasingly violent orgasms. Vicky's hands pawed at her tits and clutched her own hair, until they finally rested on the back of Queen's head to hold the tongue in place until her body was finally through with this spate of pleasure.

Her moment of respite was just that though, a moment. Because as soon as Queen was on her feet, their lips reconnected, their bodies tightly embraced, and their thighs slid in between each other's legs. The two fucked hard and brought each other to an untold number of orgasms as they continued to keep their cunt glued to the other woman's muscled leg. The only change in their position was a constant taking of turns as to whose back was against the wall.

After a particularly explosive chain of orgasms had run their course, Vicky and Queen finally took a break, with Vicky resting her head against Queen's shoulder, and the gorgeous spy settling her back against the wet tile of the shower. It was at that moment they both detected movement from the corner of their eyes.

They turned their head and were astonished to see a hulking, naked man, who sported a comically large erection.

Vicky looked on in shock to see her husband, Arthur, standing outside of the shower, with a look of pure hunger and anticipation on his face. How did he get back so soon? Surely, she didn't lose track of time that badly?

The brunette then turned her eyes toward her rival/lover whose eyes and mouth were wide open in shock. And desire.

Queen's eyes were filled with the masculine hunk in front of her, from Vicky's file, she knew it was Arthur, but the images in the folio were nothing compared to his vivid presence, and manhood, on display. It had been so, so long, since she had felt the touch and penetration of a man and he was truly a sight for sore eyes. But, in her heart, she knew there was no way a woman like Vicky, despite her sexually adventurous nature, would share Arthur with Queen.

Vicky smirked at look sported on the spy's face and, after the briefest of internal debates, made a decision.

"Honey", she cooed, "this is Queen. Now why don't you come in here and give our guest a proper greeting?"

Arthur couldn't believe his good fortune. When he got the call from Vicky's supervisor at Telco that his wife hadn't reported to work for several days, he had the strongest suspicion about why she would not show up to work. He apologized profusely to the supervisor and explained that he and Vicky had been extremely ill, and while he was now well enough to move about, she was not, which accounted for her inability to call in sick. After hanging up the phone, Arthur quickly canceled the rest of his work trip and caught the first flight he could back home with the hopes of joining in on his wife's extracurricular activity.

His suspicions were confirmed when he first stepped into the house. The whole place reeked, in a good way, with the smell of sex. And he saw a set of feminine clothes and undergarments strewn about on the floor that he knew did not belong to Vicky. The sound of running water from the direction of his bedroom suggested there was someone, or some ones, in the shower.

And here he was, a witness to his incredibly gorgeous wife, wet and naked, with her arms wrapped around an equally gorgeous woman. And now, she just gave him permission to join in on the fun. Good fortune indeed.

Husband and wife shared a look that communicated both request and approval. When he was sure of his wife's intentions, Arthur stepped into the shower and approached Queen, now seemingly pinned to the wall by some unseen force, while his wife backed away and made some room.

Queen groaned in mercy as she felt herself penetrated. Fully penetrated for the first time in a long time. She managed to scoot up the wall a bit so she could wrap her legs around Arthur and lock her calves behind his ass while he ruthlessly rammed into her.

Vicky watched the scene with no small bit of amusement. She had come a long way since that night so many years ago when she raged at finding her husband balls deep into another woman. Now that she knew the power she held over him and every other woman, there was nothing for which to feel insecure.

Finally tired of being on the sidelines, the brunette decided to get in on the action. Arthur and Queen, for whatever reason, had yet to kiss, so Vicky reached over to Arthur and kissed him hard while he continued to pump his dick into Queen's cunt. Unfortunately, the poor boy did not have the stamina to both kiss and fuck hard and he had to break the kiss off.

No problem! Vicky immediately locked lips with Queen who had no issues fucking and sucking at the same time. The sight of his wife and the beautiful stranger with their tongues passionately twisted was just the motivation Arthur needed to make his penis even harder. He and Queen fucked and fucked until they both finally came in a giant gusher of orgasms that ripped through both of their bodies.

By now, the water from the shower had lost its heat and grew cold. Somewhat awkwardly, the three of them separated, stepped out of the shower, and fetched towels to dry themselves off. All three specimens of physical perfection continuously raked their eyes over the other bodies and became more and more aroused at the sight. Especially noticeable was Arthur's growing erection which was almost back to full mast.

Now with Arthur home, Queen had no idea what to expect. What happened in the shower had to be a spur of the moment thing but she could tell that her body wanted more of Arthur. After a moment of reflection, she realized that she somehow wanted even more of Vicky. From his facial expressions and body language, Queen could tell that Arthur had similar thoughts.

When Vicky dropped her towel, she simply grabbed Queen's hand to lead them out of the bathroom and onto the bed. Arthur could see their two naked bodies walk away and his shoulders sagged a bit at the thought of being left out. As he saw his wife begin to crawl on top of this beautiful new woman and ready to fuck her into oblivion again, he resigned himself to finding a chair to watch. But then her head turned to his direction and she said the single greatest thing he ever heard.

"Care to join us?", she asked with a teasing smirk.

Happiness and adoration swooped into the once dejected man who practically ran to the bed. As he settled in to fuck his wife from behind while she was locked cunt to cunt and body to body with her gorgeous new lover, one simple thought entered his mind.

What a time to be alive.

Epilogue

Queen settled into the first class seat before she took a chance to appreciate the surroundings of this clearly brand new plane of South Africa's flagship airline. The lighting, decor, and amenities symbolized the height of luxury and she couldn't help but feel a bit responsible. Her last two major operations had dismantled an extensive arms and drug smuggling network and unlocked that operation's finances which now flowed into the coffers of her country's treasury.

Seeing the South African Airways logo reminded Queen of the last time she was on one of these jets and the luscious hours she had spent with the senior flight attendant, and her sometimes lover, the fantastically gorgeous Carrie. On this flight, like the last, she had the first class cabin to herself, and she hoped that Carrie was also the first-class attendant.

It had been over a month since Queen acquired the master key from Vicky which did not take too much time. However, the next several days were spent in the most delirious sexual escapades with first the brunette and then her husband. The three of them fucked, sucked, licked, and kissed until their bodies finally gave up.

Vicky and Queen, despite their absolute exhaustion, seemed determined to fuck again. However, Arthur, who was drained beyond words and able to think with a clear head, finally put his foot down and demanded an end to their orgy citing the need for them to finally go back to work or risk losing their jobs. That finally broke the spell that cast over the two women who meekly acquiesced and separated. Queen left without saying a word to Vicky or Arthur.

The ravishing spy squirmed in her seat as the memories from her encounters with Carrie, Vicky, and Arthur flooded her mind. Once she returned to her apartment, she sent off the master key to Joseph and then spent the next several weeks winding down her affairs in America to prepare for her departure home. At first, Queen wanted to leave immediately, but her wise mentor cautioned her to not leave abruptly in order to preserve her cover for future use. As always, he was probably right.

Doing all of that work gave her little time for any social activities and she had now gone over a month without knowing the sexual touch of another human. Now trapped on a plane with nothing to distract her except her own thoughts, she closed her eyes and wondered how she would survive the 17 hour flight back to Johannesburg.

The sound of some fluttering penetrated her thoughts and slightly irritated her as she realized that not only would she not have the first class cabin to herself but that this new passenger would be seated next to her! She opened her eyes slightly and thought about asking the intruder if they wouldn't mind sitting elsewhere.

Her body stopped cold when she first saw the shiny dark-colored hair. Then the wonderfully tanned skin of the bare arms that poked out of the tasteful sleeveless blouse that housed the most perfect chest. Her eyes traveled upwards until they looked into the bright, beautiful eyes of Vicky who sported a huge smile.

"Your IT department did a good job in covering your tracks", she said in a playful tone before continuing, "luckily, I'm better than them."

Queen gave a ravenous grin and brought her hands and lips forward to grab onto the back of Vicky's head and hold the two of them in place while they hungrily exchanged a deep and twisting kiss.

They broke the kiss temporarily to kiss each other on the neck and suck the lobes of each other's ears.

"I'm going to fuck you dry, you cunt", Queen whispered.

"I'd like to see you try", Vicky taunted back in a soft coo.

The two of them were ready to resume their lip lock when they heard a tactful, but firm, cough.

Startled and slightly irritated, the two of them turned their heads towards the source of interruption and gasped at the sight.

Before them, tall, spectacular, and utterly beautiful, stood the gorgeous, red-headed senior flight attendant for first-class services. Carrie looked at the two women, arms wrapped around each other's necks, small strings of spit that connected their lips, and the heaving tits of each woman.

In a professional tone that did nothing to hide its huskiness, Carrie addressed the women for the first time. "Given the late hour, I wanted to inform you that the captain has suspended dinner service and for the next 12 hours I will have no duties."

Vicky and Queen smiled lasciviously at this new piece of information. Before they could reach out to the redhead to bring her in to their little maelstrom of fucking, the flight attendant spoke again.

"Given my lack of duties at the present moment, the limited number of passengers on board, and that this is a brand new plane, I would like to give you a tour. Please follow me."

Now confused, the still horny women, reluctantly got up and followed the flight attendant whose uniform did a fantastic job of accentuating her outstanding figure. In her light, professional voice, she told them about the plane's features, it's size, flying capabilities until she reached a door hidden by the galley.

She turned towards her still confused passengers before continuing in that same voice, "This new plane also comes with updated facilities for the flight crew. As the senior flight attendant on board, I rate a cabin of my own."

With a bit of dramatic flair, she opened the door and led them into a small cabin that was dominated by a queen-sized bed. The two women gawked as they entered into the cabin but their mouths quickly transformed into smiles when the redhead began to strip. Vicky and Queen immediately followed suit. Once naked, the two of them prepared to pounce on the nude redhead, but before they could, she had to pass one more piece of information.

"These new planes also come equipped with the latest in sound muffling technology." A small smirk. "So, you can scream as loud as you want."

24 hours later...

After many months, Queen finally walked up to the door of her apartment, luggage, and companions in tow. She opened the door and was grateful to see that the property management service attended to her place during her absence. She entered and allowed room for Vicky and Carrie to follow with their own luggage. She ran to the bathroom to freshen up. Protocol required that she report immediately to headquarters for a full after-action review.

She apologized to Vicky and Carrie and promised to return as quickly as possible. Vicky didn't mind. After all, the prospects of being alone for however many hours in a cozy apartment with a stunningly beautiful redhead seemed like a great way to pass the time. Images surged through her head about the different ways she, Queen, and Carrie had fucked throughout the flight and she was ready to show this redheaded bitch a thing or two on the ground.

Just as she was ready to pounce onto the beautiful woman and tear off her clothes, Carrie's phone pinged from a text. She read the message and then looked at Vicky with a broad smile.

"That's my friend, who is waiting for me at a cafe not too far away. You should come, you would definitely like her."

There was something about how Carrie said the word, "her" that piqued Vicky's interest. After Queen had left her home, Vicky and Arthur had agreed that maybe they should take some time apart to sow some wild oats. They knew it wasn't a divorce, they loved each other too much for that, but maybe just give each other a chance to be adventurous on their own.

"Don't worry, honey", Vicky assured her husband, "I promise I won't fuck any guys."

Arthur smiled and laughed before he responded, "I promise I won't fuck any guys either."

Vicky laughed too and had no doubt that a string of women were probably knocking on their door. Though, that was a metaphor as another one of their agreements was that he wouldn't bring any strange women home.

For her, she didn't know where to start. She thought about calling her old sexfighting partners, Sally or Darlene, but something in her mind pulled her towards Queen. She knew that the spy's social media information had to be fake but there was no where else for her to begin. After several painstaking weeks of work, she finally got lucky and was able to discover Queen's real name and access her flight details which explained how she managed to find herself on the same flight as the South African beauty.

But fortune smiled on her even more than she thought. After anticipating a long flight with just Queen to fuck, she found herself in an absolutely delicious threesome with Carrie while on a flat bed. Now, the two of them were headed to meet one of Carrie's "friends" and Vicky suspected that the redhead had good taste in companions.

After taking some time to freshen up after the long flight, they both left the apartment and got into a taxi. By unspoken consent, they did not sit close to each other. Whatever sexual chemistry they possessed, they were women in a strange country with different customs, and did not want to draw unwanted attention.

Instead, Vicky's eyes swept over and breathed in the brand new sights of Cape Town. Changing planes in Johannesburg was an easier task than anticipated and now she was on a seaside city that breathed with life. New sights and sounds dotted the landscape as the taxi whizzed through the streets before stopping at a seaside cafe.

The two of them exited the vehicle while Carrie paid and thanked the driver while flawlessly speaking one of the local languages. That astonished Vicky who assumed through the flight attendant's American accent that she only spoke English.

Finally in the relative safety of the crowd, who seemed to be a little more liberal in their mores, the two beauties held hands, gasping when their hot skin reconnected after so many hours apart, and walked towards the fancy cafe by the sea that had colorful umbrellas cover the tables.

As they got closer, Vicky could make out a lone female figure sitting at a table. She was hard to miss. She wore a sunhat that framed covered her jet-black hair and framed a gorgeous face. Despite the dark sunglasses covering the eyes, the nose was perfectly shaped and the lips were ruby red. Her skin was a flawless caramel, almost a carbon copy of Queen's. She wore a simple, white sleeveless blouse that did nothing to hide the monstrous tits that threatened to spill out from the blouse and strained the fabric to such a point that the nipples had little choice but poke through. She wore a long black skirt but her crossed legs let through the long slit and put the long, bare limbs on full display.

Vicky felt her breath getting shorter with each step. This was a woman who was in a rare class that was occupied, as far as Vicky knew, only by herself and Queen.

When they were just a few feet apart, the woman first acknowledged Carrie with a chaste kiss on each cheek. She then took off her glasses to reveal two mesmerizing eyes that studied the newcomer intently.

"Sexfight!", was the word that immediately popped into Vicky's head. The two of them stared hard into each other's eyes which were becoming dilated with lust and desire. Flared nostrils picked up the scent of a woman who threatened their physical and sexual superiority. Both women exchanged a lusty grin as they pictured the fun ways to dominate each other.

After an extended moment, Vicky put out her hand in greeting and said, "Nice to meet you. I'm Vicky."

The woman smiled and extended her hand in return. An electric shock fluttered through their bodies when their palms connected and their bare flesh mingled, and they both almost audibly gasped.

"Hi Vicky, it's nice to meet you too", replied the stranger, "I'm Rita."

[YuriLesboLover]

Amazing ending. I can only imagine being in Arthur’s shoes. Queen and Vicky’s borderline addiction to each other was so intoxicating. Love it as always