1. The Covert Operative


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

    sip of water. He left his staged apartment and entered the one he had originally leased. The undercover operative emptied his safe of copious amounts of international currencies. He grabbed all of his passports. Stephane hailed a taxi to his office. Once there, he locked his messenger bag in the large bottom drawer of his desk. Bashir, a Nazirian national who was the custodian, said hello. Stephane greeted him in Arabic. “Going somewhere fancy, sir,” the dark-haired middle-aged man inquired. “There is ball at the palace tonight,” Stephane answered. “Enjoy. See you tomorrow.” “Thanks. Good night!” Stephane left the office and found another cab to take him to the Presidential Palace. He got out at the front gate and handed his I.D. to a uniformed officer who inspected closely. The security detail found his name on the list and ushered him inside. He hated not carrying a weapon on him, but with the amount of precautions being taken attempting to get through the multiple metal detectors with a gun was not wise. The night progressed. The wealthiest Nazirians were all present. There were also diplomats from every embassy, influential scholars from the national university, and a smattering of beautiful model-esque women. Stephane spotted the colonel. “Uncle Rodolfo,” he called out. “Nephew,” lied the mature spy. “How are you tonight?” “I am well. Did you want to take that tour of the President’s Office now?” “I do. But unfortunately, my boss can’t make it tonight and she needs me ...
    to discuss a small matter she has with General Ahmed-Thahir. I’ll be right back.” “Do not take too long. My wife is lurking about and I need your ass before she latches on to me again.” “Yes, darling. Ten minutes max. Ah, what the hell. Can we sneak away for a quickie now?” “Absolutely.” The colonel led his tender bottom out of the busy ballroom. They went down a long corridor and stopped off in a dark room. “Suck on this, Stephane,” Urikob commanded pulling down his uniform. “Mmhmm,” Stephane groaned. Stephane delivered pleasure until the colonel demanded he bend over. “Such a sweet boipussy,” the head of the secret police confessed. He pounded away. Stephane squealed in muffled silence so as to not attract others. “Nut, daddy,” Stephane whimpered repeatedly. “Ohhhhhh yes,” howled the colonel. Stephane pulled up his trousers quickly and suggested he exit the room first and perhaps the colonel could wait about five minutes before coming out. Urikob knew it was a good idea and agreed quickly. Stephane circulated and spotted the Nazirian president. There was a protective detail milling about. He tapped one of them on the shoulder and whispered that he had news of Miss Kavendji. The tall, muscular gentleman delivered the message to the president-dictator. Gen. Ahmed-Thahir shook his head and motioned for Stephane to approach him. “What do you know of Miss Kavendji,” the general asked harshly in only a whisper. Stephane bowed his head, “I have been hired by her f****y to secure ...
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