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The Company Man

By Storyguy62 & Khan-e
Copyright 2003, All rights reserved.  Please do not archive other
than on ASSTR without permission.

(Special thanks to Khan-e who co-wrote this with me on the Literotica 
Sexual Role Playing forum and without whom it would still be just a 
premise and an opening scene.)

A company man. That's what I've always been. Not a Fortune 500 type 
company, but THE Company, with a capital C, otherwise known as the 
Central Intelligence Agency. They recruited me right out of Georgetown 
Law, and I've spent the last 20 or so years putting out fires for them 
around the world. Not exactly the James Bondesque kind of hijinks I 
associated with being a spy when I was a kid, but more than enough 
adventure to keep me busy. Besides, I wasn't about to introduce myself 
in real life as "Logan. Jeffrey Logan." Even Sean Connery couldn't make 
that sound anything other than silly.

In some ways, it's almost surprising that I ever had time to have a 
family, but Elizabeth was my high school sweetheart and, although she 
didn't exactly see the appeal of working for the CIA, she loved me and 
supported me in what I did. The nature of the work meant a lot of time 
away from Elizabeth and our only child, Miranda, but neither of them 
seemed to resent me for it. In fact, after Miranda graduated from 
college, she joined the Company as well. We didn't see a lot of each 
other after that until a couple years ago, when we were both called 
back from the field after my wife's car flipped on the interstate. The 
one consolation is that they tell me she didn't suffer or even have a 
chance to be afraid.

Duty calls even for the grieving, though, so before long she was off to 
her assignment hunting arms traffickers in Syria, and I was back in the 
Colombian jungle sharing drinks with one of the region's more notorious 
drug lords named Pablo Ortega-Garcia, who preferred to be called "El 
Gato". Who says that Hollywood doesn't affect people around the world?

Pablo thought I was an intermediary for his American customers named 
Timothy Dykes. An intermediary with a large bankroll and access to 
more. Consequently, I was given the complete VIP treatment, or as much 
of one as is possible in the middle of the jungle, including the meal I 
had just been served that must have cost more than what he paid one of 
his coca farmers in a year.

"So, you return to America tomorrow?" he asked me as he laid down his 
utensils and pushed himself back from the table.

"I think so," I said. "Our business is pretty much finished here, don't 
you think?"

"All but the celebration," he agreed with a smile, adding, "And for 
that, I have a special treat for you, my friend."

"Nothing that will give me trouble with customs, I assume?" I asked.

"Ah, no, not at all, and it's much better than what you might be 
thinking," he answered as he led me across the courtyard to his private 
quarters. "My security needs are growing as your government becomes 
more of an obstacle to my business interests. Consequently, I have had 
to cultivate relationships with others in similar circumstances. My 
friend, Omar, has seen to it that I can match the technology of the 
government troops for at least as long as it might take for me to 
escape, if it were to come to that. He just arrived this afternoon, but 
today he did not come alone."

At this point, we entered his quarters, and I saw a tall Arab standing 
there, waiting for us.

"Omar," said Pablo, "this is the friend I was telling you about."

"Mr. Dykes," Omar said, "I have heard much about you. It is a privilege 
to meet you. If you would permit me, I would like to introduce my ... 
companion, Miss Larkhurst."

When you spend most of your days dealing with international criminals, 
you don't exactly expect them to have high moral standards. 
Consequently, it came as no great surprise that he would travel with a 
"companion", also known as a mistress. The surprise came when Miss 
Larkhurst turned around to greet me, and it took every ounce of self-
control I had not to react when I saw her face and realized that "Miss 
Larkhurst" was none other than my Miranda. My daughter.

After a moment, I said, "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Larkhurst."

She glanced at Omar with slightly raised eyebrows, and he gave her a 
quick nod. Then, with a jerk of his head, he gestured toward me. She 
smiled and walked toward me, placed her arms around my neck, and gave 
me one of the deepest and wettest kisses I had ever received in my 
life. I decided I'd better play along until I knew what was happening, 
so I put my arms around her waist and returned the kiss. After a 
minute, we heard Pablo chuckle, and parting our lips, we looked toward 
him.

"Omar, I think our American friend is enjoying his 'gift'," Pablo said.

This brought a brief grudging smile from the tall Arab, who said to me, 
"Enjoy her while Pablo and I take care of some business of our own. She 
has adapted well to the appropriate role of a woman in a man's world. 
She is quite skillful, and she will bring you much pleasure."

As Pablo opened the door for himself and Omar, he turned to say, "Feel 
free to indulge yourselves without fear. I have a man at the door to 
insure that you are not disturbed." Then, chuckling again, he and Omar 
left me alone with my daughter.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered. "I thought the Company agreed 
they'd never put us on missions in the same area."

"They didn't", she whispered back. "I went to Damascus to work my way 
into Omar's entourage. I didn't figure on this trip or that you'd be 
here."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door open a crack and hissed, 
"We're being watched. How do you want to play this out?"

She pulled me tighter against her body and said, "Only one thing to do 
if we aren't going to blow our covers. You're going to have to fuck 
Omar's mistress," and then, before I had a chance to reply, she kissed 
me again.

I realized that my daughter had undoubtedly played this scene out 
before with numerous men, but I could tell from the look on her face 
that it felt odd doing it with me.

I saw her summoning up her training, trying to remain detached, calm, 
and professional, just like the Company had taught her. But she was 
blushing, and her hands were shaking.

Nonetheless, we had no choice but to play this scene out, and to play 
it convincingly, because we were being watched.

She reached out and began running her finger tips across my face. As 
she reached my temples, she murmured, "Mmm, a little grey, very 
distinguished looking."

Then her hands moved down to my arms, chest, and abdomen, lightly 
touching and exploring me, keeping up a whispered commentary. "Mmm, 
nice muscles, you're very fit, aren't you?" She pressed her body 
against mine, whispered in my ear, "You real are quite the hunk, 
Daddy."

She took my hand and brought it to her breast, and then she planted a 
very un-daughterlike kiss on my lips, and said loudly for the benefit 
of the guard at the door, "MMMmmm, Mr. Dykes, what would you like me to 
do for you?"

My mind might have known that I wasn't supposed to respond like this to 
my daughter, but the feeling of her breast in my hand sent a message to 
my cock that said daughter or not, this is a hot and enticing woman. 
Like it or not, a soft moan slipped from between my lips and I squeezed 
firmly but gently. With my other arm, I pulled against her ass, causing 
my shaft to press against her mound.

I knew I couldn't kid myself. The stiffening nipple against the palm of 
my hand had nothing to do with our training to be responsive in such 
situations. It was the forbidden nature of this encounter that was 
turning her on, and the bulge in my slacks that she couldn't help but 
feel said that I was having the same reaction.

I slipped out of her arms, glancing toward the door out of the corner 
of my eye, and said, "Dance for me."

"But I don't have any music, " She protested for just a moment before 
noticing a radio on the table. She turned it on and found a music 
station, playing some Latin Dance Music. With that, my daughter smiled 
at me and began to move her body in time to the beat..

She continued to shake her hips as she unbuttoned her blouse, doing a 
sexy strip tease for her Daddy. Her eyes dipped to the bulge in my 
pants, and she smiled, knowing that I was enjoying it very much.

She slipped the blouse off, baring her breasts to my sight, her dark 
nipples erect and anxious for my touch.

"Do you like the way I dance, Mr. Dykes?"

Whatever reservations or hesitations I might have had left disappeared 
when I saw her firm breasts, crowned by her stiff nipples. It reminded 
all of a sudden of a scene long forgotten.

I was home between assignments when Miranda had a number of her friends 
over for a pool party to celebrate her high school graduation. I hadn't 
seen her in a bikini before, and I realized for the first time that she 
had grown into such an attractive woman. For a moment, the ordinary 
male inside me wondered what she looked like beneath the bikini, but I 
had quickly shaken the thought out of my head, reminding myself that 
fathers aren't supposed to wonder about the womanly charms of their 
daughters.

But now those charms had begun to be revealed to me, and they left me 
breathless. After a moment, she brought me back to the present and 
repeated her question.

"Do you like the way I dance, Mr. Dykes?"

I stepped back and sat on the couch, my eyes never leaving the 
mesmerizing and forbidden sight in front of me. Almost unconsciously, 
my hand moved to my crotch and I began softly squeezing my fully 
hardened cock.

"Very much so," I replied. "Please continue."

She shivered with arousal as she reached up and began to massage her 
nipples, rubbing them lightly with the tips of her middle fingers, as 
she continued to dance to the exotic Latin rhythm.

She stared into my eyes, and I hoped she saw the twinkle that would 
tell her that I was really enjoying seeing my daughter dance so 
brazenly in front of me.

She reached down with her right hand and unzipped her skirt. It fell to 
the floor and she stepped out of it, never missing a beat of the music. 
My daughter was now clad in only black, silk panties, a matching garter 
belt, patterned stockings, and high heels. She may have looked like a 
sexy professional dancer, and the door was certainly open enough for us 
to be seen.

But neither of us cared right now. This was a private dance, a 
forbidden gift for her daddy.

"Would you like to see more?" she asked teasingly?

Watching my nearly-naked daughter move so sensuously was possibly the 
most erotic thing I had ever experienced, and I say this as one who's 
been in some very ... exotic ... locations. Her nipples were fully 
erect as she continued to tease them. Her silk panties may have been 
black, but in the center, they were noticeably darker than the rest, 
telling me that this was exciting her as much as it was me.

"I'd like nothing better than to see more," I said, "but first, let's 
get things evened up."

With that, I stood up and ran my hand across my now-fully erect cock. I 
then reached out with that same hand and watched her tremble slightly 
as I brushed my fingers softly across her nipples. Then I took her 
hand, drew her closer to me, and kissed her deeply and wetly before 
whispering, "Before you take off the panties, undress me."

She began to unbutton my shirt, whispering, "Mmm, Dad, you look great." 

I chuckled and said, "You mean for a man my age?"

At this she paused, looked me in the eye, and almost growled, "For a 
man of ANY age." With that, she pushed the shirt open as far as she 
could and began to lick and suck my nipples, sending a shiver of lust 
through each one of us.

I moaned softly as she unbuttoned the shirt the rest of the way, and I 
quickly pulled it off and tossed it on a chair. She wasted no time then 
in unbuckling my belt, and I felt the way the back of her hand rubbed 
against my hardened cock through the khaki trousers.

Miranda unzipped my pants, and as they fell to the floor, my cock 
popped free in front of her. She sighed, "Ohhhh, Daddy!" and 
immediately fell to her knees, taking it into her mouth and sucking it 
wetly. She teased the head with the tip of her tongue before releasing 
it and pushing me back down onto the couch.

She quickly removed my boots, socks, and pants, leaving me naked before 
her.

Then my daughter stood in front of me, spread her legs, and demanded, 
"Now, remove my panties with your teeth."

I took a deep breath, inhaling the forbidden scent of my daughter's 
arousal, before I leaned forward, pressing my lips against the clearly 
wet center of her panties. I reached around her to caress her smooth 
thighs, running my hands up to her rounded ass, all the while sucking 
and nibbling at her pussy through her panties until I heard the soft 
moan I was waiting for.

I moved my lips up until they reached the top edge of her panties, and 
then I parted my lips enough to grip the soft silk with my teeth. I 
slowly pulled them down, using my hands to pull them down behind as 
well. Nuzzling her with my nose as the panties moved slowly down over 
her hips, I was surprised again when I found a complete absence of any 
hair.

The discovery that she was shaved completely smooth sent an adrenaline 
rush through my already charged body. Without any more teasing or 
hesitation, I quickly pulled the panties all the rest of the way off 
and buried my tongue in the taboo depths of my daughter's sweet and 
dripping wet pussy.

I felt her shaking as my tongue explored her, and I thought she was 
about to cum.

Instead, though, she pulled herself away and dropped again to her knees 
in front of me. My cock was bobbing and throbbing in front of her face, 
and she extended her tongue to lick the crown again, tasting my pre-
cum.

A moan escaped my lips, and I grabbed the back of her head. I 
desperately wanted my daughter to suck my cock.

"MMMmmm," she hummed, taking my long, thick prick into her mouth, 
lathering her tongue all over. She sucked in inch after inch, until it 
reached her throat. Then she pulled her head back, licking again as she 
let her daddy's big dick slide out of her mouth.

She licked the crown again, gathering up more dripping pre-cum. Then 
once again, she lowered her head, back down the shaft, taking it in. 
This time, she relaxed her throat muscles and took my dick even deeper, 
showing me that my daughter really knew how to suck a cock.

Then she began to bob her head up and down, keeping her tongue flying 
with non-stop activity.

I used to say that the best blowjob I'd ever had was from a Moscow 
hooker one night at midnight 2 blocks from Red Square. But I'd never 
had a blowjob from my daughter before, and what she was doing to me was 
putting the Russian to shame.

My hands ran through the hair that I had once tied in pigtails as my 
cock was repeatedly swallowed up then released by the lips that I used 
to kiss goodnight.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the guard openly staring, but I 
didn't care. The only thing I cared about was the way my daughter was 
sucking the life out of my cock.

As I felt the beginning of the telltale tingling in my balls, I leaned 
forward and whispered to her, "Get ready, baby, Daddy's gonna cum." 
That only caused her to suck harder, and I surrendered to the lightning 
that was roaring down my spine.

My cock began to spasm and then fire, shooting deep down my daughter's 
throat. I almost started to laugh as the wild thought crossed my mind 
that she had been an honor student who excelled in everything.

The only sound that made it out of my lips, though, was a steady groan 
as she worked every muscle of her mouth, lips and throat to swallow 
every drop and suck harder for more until my cock began to soften and 
withdraw from her lips.

She licked her lips as she smiled at me, and she was about to say 
something when I placed finger to my lips. She raised her eyebrows 
questioningly, and I answered her unspoken question by swiftly grabbing 
her waist and flipping her on her back on the couch next to me. In an 
instant, my lips were on her pussy again, intent on returning to my 
daughter the pleasure she had given me.

I barely gave her time to catch her breath, then as soon as she caught 
it, she expelled it in a lustful moan as my tongue found her hot, hard 
clit.

"MMMmmm, YESSSSSSSSS!!!" my daughter hissed as I ate her. This was one 
skill the Company hadn't taught me, and I was loving every minute of 
demonstrating that skill on her horny pussy.

The guard was watching us openly now, his hand rubbing his crotch, and 
I'm sure he wanted to get some of my daughter's pussy. I pulled my head 
back far enough to give him a good look at me licking this pussy he was 
never going to get a chance to experience.

Then I turned my full attention back to licking Miranda as sensuously 
and ravenously as I could, drinking the juices that flowed from her 
cunt as if I were a drowning man.

She grabbed the back of my head, arched her back, and gave in to the 
need, the lust that drover her to the peak of orgasm.

"OOOooohhh, I'MM CUUMMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!"

My tongue flew across my daughter's pussy as I tried to lick up every 
sweet droplet she produced. She came so wetly, though, that there was 
no way I could keep pace. My face was covered with her slick juices as 
I kissed and licked my way along the length of her pussy, up and down 
and up again, being sure to brush her clit on each pass.

As I felt her breathing begin to come back to normal, I looked up at 
her from between her legs and smiled at the site of her gloriously sexy 
body. It was as I began to stand that I realized that my cock had 
regained most of its stiffness.

It had been a few years since I recovered so quickly with a woman, but 
then, none of the women had been my daughter. I sat next to her on the 
couch, my hand gently rubbing my cock, and leaning over to her, I 
whispered, "Well, we've gone this far. Only one taboo left to break. 
Would you like to ride your daddy's cock?" I then winked and added, 
"All in the interest of national security, of course."

She whispered back, "I'm interested in much more than national 
security."

Then she straddled my lap, facing me, and lowered her hot, wet pussy 
onto my throbbing prick.

"OOOooohhh, Mr. Dykes!!!" she squealed for the benefit of the watching 
guard, but then she silently mouthed the words, "OOOooohhh, DADDY!"

I don't know if she had ever dreamt of this as she was growing up and 
discovering her own sexuality, but I'm sure that she never imagined 
that those dreams would ever come true. I know I never did.

Yet now we found ourselves in the steamy Colombian jungle stronghold of 
a drug lord, and she was riding up and down on her daddy's long hard 
cock, 'in the interest of national security'.

"Suck my tits, Mr. Dykes!" she screamed as she rammed her body up and 
down on my dick.

That was all the invitation I needed to open my mouth and capture my 
daughter's left nipple between my lips. It wasn't easy to keep sucking 
on the stiff peak as she excitedly rose and fell on my cock. I almost 
had to chuckle to myself that this wasn't exactly what they were 
talking about at the academy when they said we needed to be prepared to 
overcome unexpected difficulties.

I began alternating between her left and right nipples, sucking them 
into my mouth, circling and brushing them with the tip of my tongue, 
and then switching when her motions caused the nipple to slip away.

I could feel, though, that it was not going to take much longer for my 
daughter's tight pussy to make me cum again, and like any loving father 
who wants to make his daughter happy, I wanted to make sure she came 
with me.

So I slipped one hand between us, reaching down to where cock and pussy 
met, and began to lightly strum her clit with my fingertip, waiting for 
the indication that she was about to go over the edge before allowing 
myself to.

"AAAaaahhh, That's it!!" she screamed, "Rub my clit! Fuck me! Fuck Me!! 
FUCK ME!!!"

She began to ride my dick even harder, trying desperately to make me 
shoot a hot load in her horny pussy.

Then she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Fuck your baby girl 
good, Daddy dear. You are so wicked. Make your little girl cum all over 
your big hard cock. And shoot a big load in your daughter's horny 
pussy."

She leaned back, ramming her cunt down on my cock, and her entire body 
stiffened.

She screamed, " OOOooohhh FUCK YESSSSSSS!!! I'MM 
CUUMMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!" as her pussy spasmed around her daddy's 
dick.

Her words had pushed me to the brink, and feeling her pussy tremble 
around my cock sent me over the edge. My balls began to tingle to tell 
me that I was about to fill my daughter's pussy with my cum, and taboos 
be damned, there wasn't anything I wanted more right now.

I pulled her mouth to mine, and our cries were lost in the relentless 
devouring of each other's lips and tongue. I thrust my cock up into her 
one final time and began firing, shooting my cum deep into her. My cum 
mixed with hers, filling her and then seeping out around my cock.

I fired my final shots before collapsing back against the couch, still 
inside her for a few moments more and kissing her, sweetly and gently 
now as the tide of passion ebbed.

I chuckled and whispered to her, "Do you suppose the Agency will give 
you worker's comp if your daddy made you pregnant?"

She leaned forward, licking my earlobe. I trembled, and my cock 
throbbed one last time inside her pussy.

She whispered, "You are a dirty old man. You know I can't become 
pregnant, but that is such a wicked thought. Enough to get me ready for 
another round. But I suppose you may need to rest to catch your 
breath."

With that, she nestled up against me on my lap as my softening cock 
began to slide out of her saturated cunt. We were almost able to forget 
the dangerous nature of our respective missions. Almost.

"Isn't this lovely?" came Pablo's voice from the doorway, interrupting 
our afterglow. He was standing there with a couple of his men, but my 
attention was drawn first and foremost to the automatic pistol he was 
pointing at my daughter and I.

"Is there a problem?" I asked.

"I have no problem," said Pablo, before adding with a slight gloat, 
"But the two of you, Mr. Dykes and Miss Larkhurst, you may have a 
problem. Or should I call you Mr. Jeffrey Logan and his daughter, 
Miranda Logan, operatives of the United States government. Tell me, is 
this how they train the agents today in the CIA?"

"Shit!" I thought to myself before trying to make one last stab at 
salvaging the situation. I was still holding my daughter, although now 
in the more traditional mode of a protective father, and my mind raced 
to think of something to say.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about, Pablo," I lied, knowing even 
as I said it that he wasn't going to buy it.

At this point, Omar entered the room as well and said, "The world is a 
smaller place than it used to be, Mr. Logan. All it takes is one mole, 
one operative who can be bribed or blackmailed into turning. Give them 
a laptop, and anyone with the internet and the right connections can 
find out who they can trust and who they cannot. As well as who is 
related to whom."

Pablo's gloat now became a full-fledged sneer as he said, "Just think, 
Omar. These Americans who see themselves as better than anybody else, 
so pure and noble, masters of the world in their own eyes. And yet a 
father will bed his own daughter to protect their precious secrets, all 
the while not knowing the secrets have already been exposed."

He turned to one of his guards and said, "Lock them up until we decide 
what to do with them." I started to reach for our clothes when Pablo 
kicked them away and said, "You won't need those. It's warm here, and 
in any case, I seriously doubt that you'll be around long enough to get 
cold. Besides, it's not like you and your daughter have anything to 
hide from each other anymore, do you?" With that, he turned and walked 
out.

Omar gave my daughter a long hard look, shook his head, and simply 
said, "Pity." Then he too left the room, and the two guards, armed with 
automatic rifles, gestured us toward the door.

We were marched naked across the compound to the stares of all those in 
the courtyard, my cum still dripping from my daughter's pussy, until we 
reached a smaller building, a shack really. We were pushed roughly 
inside, where there was only a dirt floor, a single cot, and an open 
window with iron bars to keep people in. Miranda sat on the cot, and I 
stood at the window, looking outside, and saying aloud what I had 
thought before.

"Shit!"

We did a quick survey of the cell, looking for anything that might 
serve as a weapon, or a means of escape. There was nothing. Our 
survival was going to be entirely dependant upon our wits and 
creativity.

"Well Dad, it looks like we really got screwed," she said, attempting a 
joke that fell flat. There wasn't any humor in our predicament.

"I think we need a plan," I said, and we sat on the cot and began to 
brainstorm ideas very quietly. Most of the ideas were outrageous and 
impossible, but a few had merit. These we discussed further in hushed, 
conspiratorial tones. A plan began to take shape. It would require a 
lot of luck. But sometimes it was better to be lucky than to be good.

We would just have to use what was available, and that meant my 
daughter's beautiful body. We had noticed the way the guards looked at 
her, especially that one who had watched wide-eyes while she and I had 
sex.

If we worked together, if we got lucky, we just might get out of the 
jungle alive

I waited until the guard outside was distracted by something else, then 
Miranda and I moved the cot to a position directly beneath the window. 
If all went as planned, the guard wouldn't have any trouble hearing us, 
but he'd have to work to get a look. Now it was just a matter of 
waiting for the guard who had watched us in the house to take his shift 
outside our cell.

A few hours passed, in addition to an edible (but barely) meal, and the 
moon had risen over the compound when I heard what I had been listening 
for. The original guard had gone back to his quarters and had been 
replaced by his voyeuristic counterpart.

With an exchange of nods between myself and my daughter, I said (loud 
enough to be heard through the barred window), "Well, I don't know 
about you, but we might as well pass the time while we wait for them to 
decide what they're going to do."

I glanced through the window out of the corner of my eye. After seeing 
that, yes, I had gotten his attention, I gave a short stroke to my 
semi-hard cock, which thankfully didn't seem to know we were in danger 
but only that I was naked with a sexy and equally naked woman.

I mouthed the words "It's showtime" and then said out loud, "So have 
you had your fill of your dad's cock, or would you like another taste?"

"MMMmmm!!! I'm definitely ready for another taste," she replied. That 
may have been according to plan, but the way she knelt and began to 
suck my cock made it clear that she wasn't playacting about being ready 
for more.

It took very little attention before my cocking was standing firm and 
erect again, and she said loudly, "Lie back, Daddy, I want to ride your 
big cock."

I was sure the guard could hear us, and she motioned that she could see 
him looking through the barred window.

She slowly lowered her wet pussy down over my dick. Inch by inch, my 
daughter lowered herself, taking her time and making me moan in 
pleasure. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I heard the 
guard moaning too.

"Your prick is soooooooo goooooooood!" she exclaimed as she settled 
herself, her bald pussy rubbing against my pubic hairs, every inch of 
my cock buried in my daughter's horny cunt.

She began to slowly ride, up and down, on my dick. I had to really work 
to keep my mind on the plan. Her pussy felt so good, and I could tell 
from the look on her face, that my cock felt good to her, too. 

Thank God for Agency training. That's the only way I was able to 
maintain the presence of mind to keep an eye out for the voyeuristic 
guard at the window at the same time my daughter's pussy was sliding 
divinely up and down my cock.

I managed to get her attention enough to motion for her to reach up and 
hold onto the bars of the window as she rode me, which would place her 
in perfect position to spring our trip.

That being done, though, I was able to enjoy the sensation of her 
warmth and wetness as I timed my thrusts to be in sync with her 
motions. I reached up to play with her stiffened nipples, and my 
daughter rewarded me with a sigh that turned into a soft moan.

It didn't take long before the physical sensations, combined with the 
forbidden nature of our incestuous fucking, brought me to the brink of 
climax, and I was beginning to wonder if we were going to cum before 
our guard came close enough to put our plan into effect.

The tingling in my balls almost distracted me, but out of the corner of 
my eye, I saw his face, painted with undisguised lust, appear at the 
window, practically pressed up against the bars themselves. Even as I 
began to feel my cock get ready to tense up and fire, I somehow managed 
to nod to Miranda in the guard's direction.

She caught my signal and grabbed the iron bars on the window to use for 
leverage as she rode my dick. It felt so good as my cock went deeper 
into her hot pussy that we almost forgot the bigger picture, the 
greater purpose, the plan. Almost, but not quite.

I nodded to her to tell her that the time had come. Unfortunately, 
neither or us had. I really did want to shoot another hot load into my 
daughter and make her cum again on my dick, but that would have to 
wait. It was time for a different sort of action.

She quickly slid her hand between the iron bars and grabbed the guard's 
collar. She jerked roughly, pulling his face and head against the bars. 
Then she raised her body off of mine to allow me to get into the action 
as well.

Groaning softly at the interruption, I rose up and drove my fist into 
the guard's face before he could call for help, hitting him hard enough 
to knock him out but not hard enough to jeopardize Miranda's grip on 
his collar.

Mindful to keep my hard cock from rubbing against the cold brick of our 
cell, I grabbed hold of his limp body and lifted it higher until his 
belt was at window level.

"Grab his keys," I said, "so we can get out of here and finish what we 
started."

She got the keys, and I let him drop, following her to the door. As she 
bent forward to unlock it, it took every ounce of willpower I had not 
to grab her hips and slide my cock back into her from behind.

Fortunately, the door opened quickly, and we slipped into the darkness 
of the compound, moving in the darkness toward the communications room.

I thought I saw one of the girls that worked in the main house, but she 
didn't seem to realize we were there. All we had to do now was radio 
for help and get out before the bombs started dropping.

She told me later that it seemed odd, almost surreal, to be running 
across the compound nude, pussy juice running down her thigh. But our 
training with the Company helped us keep our minds focused on the task 
at hand.

Miranda and I arrived at the Communication Shed. It appeared to be 
empty, but appearances can be deceiving. She did a quick check around 
the building, and whispered, "All clear, Daddy 'Dykes'. Go call in the 
reinforcements."

I quickly sat at the radio and tried to ignore the heady scent of my 
daughter's wetness while I called up the Agency's emergency post in 
Bogota. Without going into all the intimate details, I gave the agent 
on the other end a quick summary of the situation and the coordinates 
he would need to send in the cavalry.

"Alright," he said, "you and your daughter have about 20 minutes to get 
out of that compound before all hell breaks loose. Once you're out, let 
us know where to come pick you up."

"Roger that, over and out," I said before breaking the connection. As 
an afterthought, I reached down and pulled out some cables to make sure 
Pablo and Omar didn't have a chance to call for help in case the raid 
wasn't a complete success. Then I turned toward the door to see my 
daughter's naked body silhouetted against the dim lights of the 
compound.

After taking a deep breath and reminding myself that the clock was 
ticking, I whispered, "Alright, Miranda, we've got about 20 minutes. 
Have you figured out how we're going to get out of here?"

She glanced for a moment at my cock, which told me that I wasn't the 
only one trying not to lose focus, and then answered, "We can try the 
fence beyond the --"

"That fence is guarded," said a soft female voice with a strong Latin 
accent.

We both whirled to see that apparently we had not gone unnoticed by the 
servant girl when we had seen on the way to the communications room. 
Thankfully, however, she was alone and appeared to be unarmed. The only 
question was whether she was going to turn us in now.

"I can get you out," she said quietly. "You only have to promise me one 
thing: Take me with you. Take me to America."

Under the circumstances, all we could do was go with our instincts. I 
looked at Miranda, who nodded, and I turned back to the woman and said, 
"Done. How do we get out?"

Without a word, she led us quickly through the shadows to what passed 
for a motor pool.

"In here, and stay close," she said, pointing to an old pickup truck. 
Miranda and I climbed into the bed of the truck and I pulled Miranda 
against me as our unnamed helper grabbed a tarp.

She began to cover us with the tarp, but not until her eyes had 
flickered back and forth across both my daughter's naked body and my 
own. In the dim light, it was hard to say for certain, but I thought I 
saw the outline of her nipples pressing stiffly against her thin blouse 
before she covered us completely.

I held Miranda closely as the truck began to move across the bumpy 
ground, each jolt causing my cock to rub against her pussy and 
eliciting a soft sigh from her lips.

The truck paused, and I heard the woman making vague promises of sexual 
favors to the guard at the gate if he let her go into town for some 
unnamed "forgotten supplies" without giving her a lot of grief. I 
wouldn't have needed to know Spanish to hear the leer in his voice as 
he sent her on her way. After a couple more minutes on a dirt road, the 
truck turned onto a paved highway of some sort and Miranda and I were 
able to relax, sort of.

"I think she likes you," she teased, grinding her pussy against my 
once-again stiffened cock.

Pushing back in sync, I replied, "Maybe, but my body wasn't the only 
one she was looking at," and with that, I pushed my cock back into my 
daughter's increasingly familiar pussy.

I've heard all the jokes about what the initials CIA could stand for, 
but I was beginning to think that they might mean "Coitus Interruptus, 
Again". When the truck's sudden turn threw us around in the bed of the 
truck, we were uncoupled just as we were about to finish what we 
started in our jail cell. It was too late to hold back, though, and 
while I tried to slip my cock back into her pussy, I wound up cumming 
on her belly instead.

Our mutual groan of disappointment was tempered, though, as we felt the 
truck come to a complete stop and the door of the truck open. Without 
waiting to uncover us, our unknown host began talking.

"This is my brother's farm. He was killed a few months ago in a car 
accident. Pablo doesn't know about this place, though so we should be -
- OH!"

At this point, she pulled back the tarp, revealing our naked and cum-
slickened bodies. After staring at us for a few moments, she said 
huskily, "I heard them talking, but I didn't know if it was true."

In the moonlight, there was no longer any question about whether or not 
her nipples had been pressing against her blouse. She murmured (I'm not 
sure if it was to us or to herself), "It makes the blood run hot."

Without saying anything else, she led us into the small but neat 
farmhouse. She showed me to the bathroom, and I tried, to no avail, to 
persuade her that Miranda should get first shot at the shower. She 
insisted, however, and after exchanging glances, I shrugged and stepped 
into the shower.

I showered quickly, and as I turned the water off, I thought I heard 
pained voices coming from the living room. My first thought was that 
Pablo's men had found us, and I placed my eye to the door of the 
bathroom. It turns out it wasn't pain I was hearing, but rather 
pleasure.

I found out later that, as soon as I was in the shower, our hostess, 
Maria, had pressed her body against my daughter's cum-covered one.

"It is true, you and your father...?" she had asked, leaving the 
unfinished question to hand in the air as she raised her lips to my 
daughter's.

As Miranda told me, " How could I possibly deny the advances of a sexy 
young woman who had risked her life to save ours? Why would I want to 
resist? I was still horny. Very horny."

In no time, Maria was naked, their hands and tongues exploring each 
other. Maria's dark skin was smooth and soft. Her nipples, even darker, 
were erect, begging to be sucked. So my daughter sucked them, eliciting 
moans of pleasure and mumbled words of Spanish from the girl.

They say that Spanish is a Loving Tongue. And Maria certainly 
demonstrated that she had a loving tongue as she lapped up all of my 
cum from my daughter's body. Then her head lowered and she began to 
lick the lips of Miranda's swollen, horny pussy.

Now it was my daughter's turn to moan. She grabbed Maria's head and 
pulled her face tight against her pussy as she began to hump against 
the pleasing pressure of the sexy Latina's tongue.

Maria turned around and lowered her wet, musky cunt to Miranda

s tongue and they were both nearing orgasm when they heard me re-enter 
the room.

Judging from the moans coming out of my daughter's mouth, Maria's 
talents extended well beyond housework. I drew closer and watched 
Maria's tongue brushing back and forth across Miranda's clit, her 
efforts interrupted only by the periodic moaning elicited by my 
daughter's mouth on the sexy Latina's pussy.

I stroked my cock as I watched these two women cumming together, and 
then Maria looked up at me, her cheeks glistening with my daughter's 
juices, and she crooked her finger to motion for me to come closer.

Without moving from on top of Miranda's body, she deftly swallowed my 
cock in one fluid motion and began sliding her full lips up and down 
it's amazingly stiff-again length. I let a slight moan out of my own, 
at which point Maria released my cock from her mouth.

"Fuck her," she growled, "Show me how a father fucks his daughter," and 
with that, she grasped my cock and guided it into my sweet daughter's 
pussy once again. My eyes closed as I felt her silky walls welcome me 
inside again.

Then, as I began to move my hips in a steady thrusting, I felt 
something on my cock. I looked down to see Maria fervently licking both 
Miranda's pussy and my cock as we moved passionately in unison.

My daughter spread her legs wide to accept my hard dick, begging me to 
fuck her to a much-needed cum.

As soon as I began thrusting inside her hot pussy, we both felt Maria's 
tongue licking us, and Miranda's entire body began to shake, spasming 
with orgasmic release.

"OOOooohhh, FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" she cried out, " FUCK ME, DADDY!! 
FUCK YOUR LITTLE GIRL'S CUNT! EAT ME, MARIA! LICK UP MY CREAM!! IIII 
CCCAAAANNNNN'TTTT SSSSSTTTTOOOOOPPPP 
CCCUUUUMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!"

At first it felt like the earth really was moving as my daughter 
climaxed, shaking underneath us.

Then we realized that the bombs were falling, just a few miles away at 
Pablo's compound. The earth WAS moving, shaking, but we were safe, 
secure, and lost again in the sex we so desperately needed.

A man has limits, though, even a highly trained agent such as myself. 
The sight of my daughter and Maria in a furious 69, the sensation of my 
daughter's pussy spasming and rippling as she came on my cock, and then 
the added dimension of Maria's lips and tongue working on both her 
pussy and my cock, well, it was more than I could stand, and for the 
fourth time in 24 hours, my cock began to fire its creamy load.

Whether or not any of my cum leaked out of my daughter's pussy I'll 
never know, because as soon as my cock began to soften, Maria's mouth 
worked double-time to clean Miranda's pussy, both inside and out.

It wasn't until I had collapsed back onto the floor that I heard the 
planes overhead and the bombs dropping. Reluctantly, I asked, "Maria, 
is there a telephone I can use to arrange for our pick-up?" She 
gestured toward the next room, and I dragged over to the small table by 
the phone and dialed the number I had memorized of our agency front, a 
supposed florist's shop in Bogota. After giving the code words that 
identified me as an operative, I said, "I've got some ivy to return to 
the Addison-Wrigley greenhouse. Can you arrange to pick them up and 
make the shipment?"

"Certainly, sir," said the voice on the other end, giving no indication 
of the double meaning of our words. "I understand that there are two 
plants to return rather than just one?"

"Actually," I answered, "There are three. There is a native strand that 
has proven itself quite hardy, and I believe it would flourish even 
more in new soil."

I spent a few more minutes arranging time and place, and then returned 
to the living room, where my daughter and Maria were holding each other 
in the midst of afterglow as they gently caressed one another. I told 
them that the three of us would be extracted the following day around 
noon there at the farmhouse.

"We probably could use some sleep," I said, "unless you two have 
another plan for passing the time."

Maria offered to show us to our rooms, and Miranda asked if there was a 
large bed that we all might share. Maria smiled, her beautiful white 
teeth gleaming. She led us both to the large master suite.

The bed was huge, certainly large enough for us to get some much needed 
sleep. And large enough for more sexual play following that sleep.

Before going to sleep, though, my daughter said that she needed a bath, 
and Maria showed her the large master bath. When Miranda re-entered the 
bedroom, I was already asleep and gently snoring as I held Maria in a 
tender "spoon" position.

My daughter slipped in behind me, her tits to my back, and sandwiched 
me between the two sexy and sexual young women.

I've woken up in a few strange places over the years, so I've trained 
myself to get a sense of where I am and who I'm supposed to be before I 
say or do anything else. In none of those places, however, did I wake 
up to the sensation of two tongues sliding up and down the length of my 
cock.

I opened my eyes to see my daughter Miranda licking my shaft on the 
right side and Maria licking on the left. I tried to pretend to stay 
asleep, but I couldn't hold back a moan when, through my barely open 
eyelids, I saw their tongues come together at the head of my cock.

Miranda looked up and kept sucking me as Maria moved up next to me on 
the bed.

"Your daughter is very generous," she said with a smile. "She told me 
that it wasn't fair for her to have had your staff inside her four 
times yesterday when I hadn't felt it in MY pussy even once."

I grinned and said, "Well, truth and justice is the American way and if 
we're going to take you to America, we might as well starting being 
fair right now," and with that, I kissed her, softly but wetly.

"Mmmm, I like that," she said, "but I think I'll like you fucking me 
even more."

With that, she straddled my hips and waited for Miranda to give my cock 
one last lick before guiding into our host's pussy. As she slowly slid 
down, I felt her squeeze my cock, and I couldn't help but groan. I 
didn't want to leave my daughter out, though, so I said, "Miranda, 
honey, mmm, come up here and let your daddy eat you while she rides my 
cock."

That seemed to be an offer to good to refuse, and as Maria slid herself 
down on my dick, my daughter straddle my face. She lowered her wet 
pussy to my lips and I began to gently flick it back and forth with my 
tongue.

She moved back so I could tongue her stiff clit at the same time she 
leaned forward to play with Maria's tits as she bounced up and down on 
my cock. Maria was moaning and babbling in Spanish about how good, how 
big, how thick, and how hot my cock was, and Miranda chimed in with 
her, saying that her daddy was a "fucking stud!".

She began to really ride my face. She was leaking pussy cream, and I 
was licking it up like a man dying of thirst. I could tell she was 
getting more and more excited by the second, and if this kept up, I 
might become a drowning man, but I didn't care.

As Maria's dark-pubed pussy swallowed every inch of my cock, over and 
over, my daughter leaned over and kissed her, their tongues dueling. 
Maria's hands reached Miranda's tits and began to pinch her nipples.

In response, Miranda bent her head down and sucked Maria's nipples into 
her mouth.

The tremors of Maria's pussy on my cock told me that she was on the 
verge of cumming, and the extraordinary sound of my daughter sucking 
Maria's nipples didn't leave me far behind. I wanted to make sure 
Miranda joined us, though, so I begin licking at her pussy faster and 
slipping my tongue in as far as it would go.

Her moans told me I was on the right track. My balls began their 
telltale tingling as Maria cried out that she was cumming. I quickly 
reached around my daughter's hips. Just as my cock began to flex and 
fire inside the sexy Latina, I started to strum Miranda's clit with my 
fingertips while my tongue flew back and forth the length of her sweet 
pussy.

I was rewarded with a sweet rush of my daughter's juices onto my face, 
and she joined Maria and I as we came together and collapsed together. 
Just when I was wondering where we were going to find the energy to get 
out of bed and be ready for our noontime pick-up, Maria slipped off of 
my softening cock and moved up to press her cum-filled pussy to my 
daughter's lips.

The mixture of my cum and the hot Latin cream of Maria's pussy seemed 
intoxicating to my daughter, and she lapped up as much as she could of 
the gooey mixture as it dripped from our hostess's well-fucked cunt.

At the same time, she reached her hands up to play with Maria's hot 
tits, but Maria's own hands were already there.

Since Maria's tits were occupied, Miranda played instead with her ass. 
She slid a finger into the Latina's rose asshole, and Maria's body 
began to quake again. Maria grabbed the back of my daughter's head and 
pulled her tongue even deeper into her pussy as she came yet again.

I was amazed when my cock began to stiffen again, but the sight of my 
daughter lapping feverishly at Maria's pussy through one orgasm after 
another was enough to arouse a statue. I watched them for a few 
minutes, reveling in the lustful desire on Miranda's face before moving 
between her legs.

I gently caressed her thighs, slowly moving my hands higher until I 
held her soft ass cheeks in my hand. Miranda spread her legs wider as 
soon as I touched her, and after a few moments, I brought one of my 
hands away from her ass in order to run my thumb back and forth along 
the length of her pussy. She only paused a moment in her pussy licking 
to say, "Mmmm, Daddy, fuck me again," and who was I to turn her down?

I rubbed the head of my cock along the dripping lips of her pussy 
before pressing my hips forward and sliding deep inside her velvety 
wetness. After beginning getting a little bit of a rhythm going, I 
reached out and around Maria to play with her nipples while my daughter 
ate her pussy. Maria sighed and leaned back to make her beautiful 
breasts more accessible, and then she turned her head around far enough 
for us to share a deep and passionate kiss.

It all seemed to fantastic to be true, but here I was, in the middle of 
a South American jungle with my tongue in a beautiful Latina's mouth 
while Miranda's tongue was in her pussy. I was fucking my daughter's 
pussy while Maria was fucking my daughter's face. In my wildest 
fantasies, I never imagined such an experience.

Maria began to cry out as she started to cum yet again, and from there, 
it was like a row of dominos.

Hearing Maria cry out, and tasting her tangy cream as she came set off 
my daughter's pussy again, and Miranda began to spasm around my prick 
as it plowed into her.

She moaned loudly, humming on Maria's clit as she did so, and Maria 
responded by grabbing her head and pulling her lips tightly to her 
cunt. Miranda arched her back, trying to shove my dick deeper into her 
pussy.

I took the hint and drove my cock as deep as it would go. My balls 
banged against her as I buried my cock inside my daughter's pussy.

My balls began to draw up against her pussy lips, and then my hot sperm 
exploded deep inside her.

I collapsed forward onto Maria's back as I finished cumming once again 
in my daughter's pussy. The three of us lay there together for a few 
minutes, then I said, "I hate to say this, but unless we want to miss 
our extraction, we probably better get up and ready to go."

We showered, dressed, and packed up the few things of Maria's that she 
wanted to take with her, and then we sat in the living room sharing 
stories while we waited for our pick-up team.

Miranda and I told Maria how we wound up working for the CIA. Maria, in 
return, told us how her brother had wound up owing money to Pablo and 
she was trying to help pay it off by working at the drug lord's 
compound. When her brother was killed, instead of being free to go, 
Maria was told that the debt was now up to her to pay in full.

She had been biding her time, watching for a chance to escape, when she 
heard some of the guards talking about the father and daughter they had 
caught who were spies. When she saw them having escaped from their 
cell, she figured that throwing in with them was her best chance.

"So, how long have you two been -- " began Maria, but she was 
interrupted by the arrival of a van driven by my agency contact. We 
were quickly bustled out the door to the van and were on our way.

"So were Pablo and Omar....?" I asked.

My contact said simply, "El Gato would've needed a lot more than 9 
lives to get out of there."

Once we arrived at the airport, we were whisked through customs and 
onto the plane. I was seated in the middle, with Miranda on the aisle 
and Maria next to the window. Our flight took off and after the 
attendant brought us some blankets, I put my seat back. Underneath the 
blanket, my daughter's fingers were wrapped around mine.

Her eyes were almost closed when Maria leaned over and said, "Oh, 
Jeffrey, because of the hour, Miranda and I didn't have time to pack 
EVERYthing."

As I raised my eyebrows, my seemingly sleeping daughter's hand began to 
pull my hand on to her leg, then up under her skirt.

While Miranda pulled my hand under her skirt, Maria was pulling my 
other hand up under hers. They both spread their legs slightly to allow 
me to explore their naked pussies. They were so different, my 
daughter's so neatly trimmed and Maria's covered in a bush of wiry 
black hair. But inside, they both were hot and wet.

Miranda stopped pretending to sleep and leaned over to lick my earlobe 
as she wiggled down in her seat, trying to pull my fingers more deeply 
into her pussy.

It seemed like she had been hot and horny ever since we saw each other 
in Pablo's camp, and even with all the fucking we had done, my daughter 
was still hot and horny for me.

My fingers began that age old motion, in and out of her cunt. She could 
barely restrain a moan as I finger-fucked her pussy. Maria had even 
less control. We could both hear a slight whimper from her as I 
fingered HER hot twat.

I was teasing them both, my fingers moving slowly. Miranda just leaned 
her head back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the pleasure.

I looked around to see if anybody was watching us, but nobody seemed to 
be paying attention. I shifted slightly in my seat to see if I could 
reach Miranda's and Maria's pussies a little more easily, and I began 
to use my fingertips to brush back and forth across their clits.

As I felt them respond, I closed my eyes for a moment while I finger 
fucked these two sexy women, reveling in the memories of a similar 
situation when Miranda's mother and I were on our honeymoon flight to 
Jamaica. Of course, there had only been the two of us instead of three, 
but I still remembered the excitement of knowing she was cumming under 
the blanket in front of all the other unsuspecting passengers.

I only closed my eyes for a moment, or at least it seemed like only a 
moment. But the next thing I knew, my daughter was whispering to me, 
"Daddy, wake up, we're getting ready to land."

I looked at her, noticed that the blanket was gone and, with an 
embarrassed grin, asked, "Did I really do what I think I did?"

"Yes, Daddy dearest, you fell asleep. Falling asleep during sex - isn't 
that a sign of old age?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes. "It's 
okay, Dad. Maria and I wore you out. You aren't Superman."

As expected, four men in black suits met us as soon as we cleared 
customs. It was time for a little car ride to our debriefing.

Langley, Virginia is a beautiful place, especially in the autumn. I 
always enjoyed coming back. But I knew that Miranda had never wanted to 
stay too long. She was used to the constant travel demanded by the job. 
I wondered how our recent developments might affect that job.

After reaching CIA headquarters, Maria, Miranda and I were each to a 
separate office for debriefing. I met with my old boss, which was a 
good thing. I knew I could tell him everything that had happened and 
not worry about the events with myself and my daughter coming back to 
bite me later. After we finished going through the details of the 
mission, as well as some very pointed questions about Maria and whether 
I felt she could be trusted, he leaned back in his chair and thought 
for a moment.

"Can't say I'm particularly thrilled to know that somebody is sending 
pictures of our agents out on the internet," he said finally. "Heaven 
only knows how many other agents have been compromised. As for you and 
Miranda, we may need to find some, um, creative uses for your talents 
until we root this mole out."

"Well," I replied, "For right now, I wouldn't mind using some of the 
vacation I've got on the books."

"Not a problem," he said. "I'll talk to the powers that be today and 
make that a recommendation. Go ahead and wait in the conference room, 
and I'll have them send Miranda and Maria there when their interviews 
are done."

I hadn't been alone in the conference room more than about five minutes 
when Miranda walked in.

"How'd your debriefing go?" I asked.

"About usual," she said, then seeing the look on my face, she asked, 
"And what are YOU grinning about, Daddy?"

"I was just thinking," I said with a chuckle, "that if I remember the 
flight correctly, you and Maria did a pretty good job of 'de-briefing' 
yourselves before we took off."

She smiled at my feeble attempt at humor. Then she leaned over and 
whispered, "And we're still debriefed. Around here, I wonder if anyone 
would even notice. It could serve to make Maria's de-briefing quite 
interesting."

She then say in one of the conference chairs, faced me, and began to 
slowly spread her legs. Her skirt rose higher, and I could see my 
daughter's pantyless pussy. She looked at my face to ensure I was 
watching, but my eyes were staring between her legs.

"See something you like, Daddy dear?" she asked in her most innocent 
voice.

As I looked up to her face, she smiled and winked.

"As I recall, you fell asleep before taking care of the itch between my 
legs. Maybe you ought to do something about it now." she challenged. I 
couldn't help but moan.

We both knew the room was fully equipped with cameras and audio bugs, 
Miranda didn't seem to care. The only question was how to play to the 
camera's and my daughter's apparent exhibitionist tendencies without 
being indiscreet.

My daughter's pussy had my full attention, and it took every ounce of 
willpower I had to keep from burying my face between her legs, 
surveillance devices be damned.

"Hold that thought," I growled before getting up and disengaging the 
cameras and microphones that I had helped install as a new recruit.

Then, opening a cabinet while I watched her, I pulled out a small mini-
cam. I placed it on the conference table, pointed at her, and pressed a 
button on the side. The red light came on, and then I walked back over 
to Miranda.

I whispered, "You like to be watched, don't you, honey?" The tremor 
that shook her body and the moan that escaped her lips told me the 
answer was yes. I had suspected as much. Even while we were in the 
jungle, the guard watching us fuck seemed to have made it that much 
hotter for her.

I then knelt in between my daughter's spread legs and whispered, "Now 
then, let me see what I can do about that itch."

And with that, I pressed my parted lips against her wet pussy, sucking 
the droplets into my mouth that I could, before extending my tongue and 
probing for her erect clit with the tip. At that, she moaned, 
"MMMmmm!!! OOoohh, Daddy!! Do me!"

I replaced my tongue with my finger for a moment, brushing it across 
her clit while I leaned forward and sucked her earlobe into my mouth.

I slid my finger farther inside her dripping wet pussy and then I 
pulled it out and pressed the finger against her lips.

"Play with yourself," I whispered. "Play with your pussy while you 
think about how your daddy's cock will feel inside it", and with that, 
I stepped away from her chair. 

I sat in front of her and unzipped my pants.

Miranda had no way of knowing who was watching, but after a few seconds 
of playing with her hot, wet pussy, she didn't seem to care. I knew 
that the only other person who could see what the camera was recording 
was Jacob Llewellyn, and letting him watch our incestuous coupling 
right there in CIA headquarters was the least I could do for my old 
boss and friend.

My daughter spread her legs wide and used the fingers of one hand to 
spread her labia so that I (and Jacob) could see just how wet and juicy 
her cunt really was.

I stroked my cock slowly while she fingered her wet pussy. Her clit was 
hard and erect. She took her cream covered finger and began to lightly 
rub it across her clit.

"OOOooohhh!!! Daddy, that feels so good!! Does it look good, Daddy? 
Good enough to eat?! Good enough to fuck?!?!"

I reached to take my daughter's hand, and I slowly and teasingly licked 
her cream off of her finger.

"Mmm, my daughter does taste good enough to eat," I growled, "but 
there'll be time enough for that later."

I began to squeeze Miranda's breasts, feeling her erect nipples even 
through her clothes, and I whispered, "With the camera going, let's 
make a movie called 'The Spy Who Fucked Me'."

With that, I placed my hands on her hips and easily lifted her out of 
her chair, lowering her onto my cock. Her dripping pussy again squeezed 
my cock divinely, and I began thrusting steadily into her.

I whispered, "That's right, Miranda, take your Daddy's cock deep and 
fuck it."

Then I looked over her shoulder at the camera and winked.

"MMMmmm!!!" she moaned as she slid her hot, wet pussy down the length 
of my hard, throbbing cock.

Then she began to ride me, rising slowly until just the head of my 
prick remained inside her creamy cunt. Then rapidly pushing back down 
to take every inch of my prick into her horny twat. Again and again she 
repeated the movement until we were both throbbing for release.

"Oh, Daddy dear, fuck me!" she cried, looking into the camera.

She began to ride me harder and faster. We were both nearing orgasms 
that were going to be massive.

"I'm going to cum all over your big, thick prick, Daddy! Cum with me!! 
Shoot your load in me!!!"

I kissed my daughter wetly and hungrily as the tremors of her pussy 
pushed me over edge and I joined her in cumming, my cock firing deep 
into the pussy I helped bring into the world.

Collapsing back in the chair, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled 
her to me until she was leaning forward on my chest, her head nestled 
on my shoulder as my cock began to soften within her.

"I take it this means you don't regret what Pablo and Omar forced us 
into," I said with a grin. "If they lived through the attack, maybe we 
should send them a thank-you note."

"I don't regret it at all, Daddy. But if they lived through the bombs I 
want to hunt them down and eliminate them. With extreme prejudice. Just 
because they are scum."

With that, my daughter kissed me deeply and passionately, showing me 
all of her love and her lust for her daddy. She settled into my arms, 
and turning her head, she winked at the camera.

We were feeling very relaxed, very safe, and very well-fucked, but it 
wasn't long before I was beginning to think about whether we had time 
to put another show for Jacob. Before anything happened, though, we 
both heard voices coming down the hall and Maria's unmistakable sultry 
laughter. I lifted Miranda off my lap and quickly zipped up my pants 
while she smoothed out her skirt. By all appearances, we were sitting 
next to each other, waiting innocently as the door opened.

"Ah, Logan, there you are," said Stanley Colfax, our resident stuffed 
shirt intelligence analyst as he led Maria into the conference room. 
"I'll be recommending that your friend here receive expedited resident 
alien status. All we need is a secure place for her to stay while the 
paperwork goes through channels and so forth."

"Daddy," Miranda said, "There's no reason she can't stay with us, is 
there? I mean, after all she's gone through, and still she has such a 
positive attitude. It would be fun to have her around if that were 
possible."

"No reason that I can think of," I answered, and turning to Stanley, I 
asked, "Do you have any objection to that?"

He thought for a moment then said, "Well, seems a bit out of the norm 
but, no, I don't object. You're a senior agent, so I'll turn her over 
to you."

At this point, he tilted his head and sniffed a little. Anybody else 
would've probably recognized the smell of sex. The look on Maria's face 
said that she certainly recognized it, but this was Stanley.

"Odd smell," he said, pulling out his pocket planner. As he began to 
write in it, he muttered, "Got to remember to speak to maintenance 
about the ventilation systems." Then snapping the planner shut, he 
said, "Talk to you later, Logan," and with a brief nod to Miranda and 
Maria, he left.

"Ventilation systems? Is he for real?" Maria asked as she walked over 
to us. Without missing a beat, she slid her hand under Miranda's skirt, 
and my daughter's gasp told me exactly where her hand had gone. She 
pulled her hand back, one finger extended and wet. She slipped the 
finger into her mouth and said, "Mmmm, I'd say you've been 'ventilated' 
very well."

Reaching down to my damp crotch, Maria felt the hardness beginning to 
build again and whispered, "So how about you take me home and 
'ventilate' me?"

Miranda reached around Maria from behind, and slipped one of her 
fingers into the sexy Latina's wet pussy. Then she whispered, "Only if 
I don't get to 'ventilate' you first."

With that, we left the conference room and headed for home. Wherever 
the road ahead was going to lead, I suspected it wasn't going to 
boring.

***NOT THE END, MERELY THE END OF THE BEGINNING......***

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