1. The Covert Operative


    Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Interracial Sex, Shemales, Author: faggyboi, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    alley. He saw the green motorcycle but knew a straight line would mean certain death. He zigzagged shedding clothing. He made it safely, said the code word, and was whisked away. Janan ibn-Khalid was now the most wanted man in all of Turkey. The state police found no traces of DNA or fingerprints in his apartment. And his ID was gone. That time in Turkey had now been more than six years ago. Tyrone had killed a total of three more people since then – one in a military operation he was assigned to assist on, another was an unfortunate bystander during an undercover sting in central Africa, and the final was a Chinese spy liaising with the Sudanese who were helping an Islamic radical terrorist group obtain weapons. The last one had been the one he most savored. The Asian had put up an admirable fight before Tyrone choked him and then made it look like a robbery. Now, he had been in Naziria for a total of two years pretending to be a humanitarian. Three months in, he met Col. Urikob, when the commander’s mother fell ill in the rural country. Stephane just happened to be there and knew that his boss had connections with the French embassy for a vaccine to make the illness subside. The colonel begged, but the sassy charity worker said he wanted to suck the colonel’s giant dick he had heard of. The officer was not known generally to be an admirer of attractive girly men. But, the C.I.A.; MI-6; Mossad; & the Directorate Generale all knew better. And, it was all a part of the plan. ...
    Stephane was the one who had poisoned the old woman. The colonel snuck away with the Frenchman and they had oral sex. Colonel Urikob ordered his drivers to rush the foreigner back into the capital in his armored Audi SUV. After a couple of hours, a vaccine and a doctor were procured. The old woman was saved. Stephane exchanged numbers with the army officer. Stephane moved into the apartment next door to keep Secret Police in the dark as to his true identity. Within weeks, they were the best of lovers. The charity for which Stephane worked was a favorite at all palace events. Stephane knew his place was now bugged and only used his phone to communicate while at the French or American embassy. He rode to them often in the trunk of a car after taking an ice bath and wrapping in cold blankets to fool any infrared devices the Nazirian spooks may have been using. Deep in the concrete basements, he would be warmed up and primed to brief his superiors before undergoing the entire ordeal all over again to return to his supposed job. The best thing about L’eau Saine is that all of its seven employees were employed by one of the various American, French, or British spy agencies. And they had similar facilities underground to help him recuperate prior to heading home. That evening, Stephane exited his place of employment and walked briskly to back to his flat so he could prepare for the ball. He showered and dressed in a dapper Oscar de la Renta tuxedo. He stopped in the kitchen to have ...
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