1. Eighteen Hours of Rain


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: flytoomuch, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    his ass while she rode his cock cowgirl. And all the while young Yvonne was bedding Jean the vivacious slender blonde was methodically sucking information and new leads from her pliant subject. Oh yes she sucked his cock, but there was a purpose to her wildness. Who could they compromise? Who wanted to have an affair? Who liked young men? Wasn’t the assistant to the secretary of defence a single woman? Was she lonely? Jean was an incredible source of information both classified and valuable gossip. By the early fifties Elizabeth Bentley had thrown the anxious Americans, a nation on the cusp of a new empire, into a frenzy. “Commies” were skulking around and hiding everywhere it seemed. Was it the film mogul or someone else? No one on the Russian side ever found out who had ratted out Jean. Anyways it wasn’t hard. Langham had openly been a communist party member in university. He’d been the editor of the red-rag school paper. It wasn’t rocket science to have the guy declared personae non grata in the USA. When it all came down Jean and Yvonne were in a bungalow at the Hotel Bel-Air. They were on the bed sharing several body orifices with an up and coming eighteen-year old bisexual actress. It was the third bungalow down from the pool. The spacious bungalow was private and secluded, but not too far from room service. Jean never liked to be too far from room service. He hated waiting for anything. That’s where Langham was when the FBI came to throw him out of the country. The ...
    order was personally signed by Wood him self. The young blonde actress had Jean’s massive nine-inch weapon half way down her throat when the door burst open. Yvonne was impaling the pretty actress with a strap-on dildo. The young teenage beauty was close to her third orgasm. The stern-looking dark suited agents wearing sunglasses had not even smiled. “Down on the floor everyone.” The poor nubile and naïve young actress from Paris, Idaho, had shrieked a wild high-pitched shriek. She promptly fainted. Yvonne had pulled out her strap-on and glared at the robotic security agents like a feline tiger about to strike. Jean had chuckled. Imagine invading the serenely landscaped twelve acres of the Hotel Bel-Air just to nab him? What in the world could he have done? The aristocrat actually found the entire scene quite funny. He loved the Hotel Bel-Air, especially the swans. Jean would regret not being able to return to his favourite haunt on the edge of Hollywood. Writing film reviews was fun too. C’est la vie he thought. The US agents were on to Langham for his past, but what did they know about his present? Jean’s Soviet handlers were nervous. The whole file needed to be reviewed. Yvonne needed to be replaced. Calculations needed to be made. The interests of the nation were paramount. America was building more and more nuclear bombs. Every Russian was in danger. The revolution was in danger. Individuals were of no consequence. Communism was engaged in a violent death struggle with ...
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