Fucking Under the Influence

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by Cristiano Caffieri

Madame Li owned the Li Tan Chinese restaurant in Nice, France. It was well known for its superb cuisine and excellent service but few people who entered the rather opulent surroundings ever suspected that it formed a part of a weapons dealing network.

It was a simple set up. Those who were in the market for anything from handguns to missiles would make a reservation for a “Party of Mongolian Sheepherders.” Madame Li herself would join them at the table along with her prized hoodlum Ken Ho and negotiations would begin.

It was difficult for the authorities to make a move on the operation because nothing changed hands at this point. Any monies were deposited in offshore banks accounts and the weapons delivered from various parts of the world to the customers chosen point of entry. Usually concealed in containers of common household goods.

Madame Li had few vices but she did have a bit of a propensity for handsome young western men – that’s where agent Johnnie Faero came in. Max, his boss, decided that Johnnie’s good looks might come in useful.

“There must be some paperwork in that restaurant somewhere,” he said, “We’ve got to have something concrete before we can close the operation down. This is an opportunity for you to fuck your way into the seedy world of gun running, I should think it’s right up your street,” he smirked.

Johnnie had always tried to satisfy the needs of woman wherever duty called but when he looked at the photo of Madame Li, she was beautiful but intimidating. Fucking someone who might cut your throat after the deed is done didn’t exactly come under the heading of a romantic interlude.

When Johnnie arrived in Nice he quickly booked into a hotel, dressed himself to appeal to Madame Li, based on her past toy boys and then made his way over to the Li Tan. Ken Ho, who he recognized from a photo in the file, was acting as Maitre D and showed Johnnie to a table. He was a massive man, probably 6 foot six, with a chest and face like Gorilla.

Once he was seated he scanned the menu while glancing around to see if he could catch a glimpse of Madame Li. He wasn’t aware from his briefing that she only came down from her lair upstairs when something interested her. She simply observed what was going on via a dozen monitors that gave her a view of everything that was happening in the main restaurant, the kitchen, and even the parking lot. A woman in Madame Li’s profession couldn’t be too careful.

Johnnie’s first visit didn’t produce the desired results, he simply ate a very pleasant meal and made his exit. The following day, however, he slipped in for lunch and as he sipped at his Bird’s Nest Soup a rather shapely shadow fell across his table. Looking up he saw a woman dressed in a traditional Chinese dress in dripping with gold and pearls. She was far more beautiful in real life that in the photo he’s seen of her back at HQ.

“May I sit down?” she purred.

“Of course,” he replied, attempting to look honored at her presence.

She hesitated, “I don’t want to disturb your lunch.”

“No – that’s fine I’ve almost finished, he said.

“No dessert?”

“No, I think I’ll give that a miss today.”

“Nonsense you must have dessert – in fact, you must have the Li Tan Special – it’s in the house.” She clapped her hands for the waiter who came scurrying over as if he was fearful for his life and she placed the order.

“Do you live in Nice,” she asked, “I’ve not seen you around before.”

“No I live in Strasbourg,” he replied, and using his usual cover he added, “I work in accountancy.”

“You don’t look like a boring accountant,” she smiled, “Looking at him sensuously, you look a bit like a movie star – a James Bond type.”

He was shocked by her choice of words but before he could reply the dessert was set before him and he decided to sample it and compliment her on its taste, hopefully moving the conversation away from James Bond. Johnnie only took one spoonful before he felt strangely euphoric.

“Are you OK,” she asked, leaning forward with a look of concern.

“I just feel a little dizzy,” he replied, not quite knowing what to say as his mind seemed to be turning to jelly.

“Why don’t we go somewhere quiet where you can lie down and rest for a while,” she said, getting up from the table and gently helping him out of his chair.

She escorted Johnnie to a point behind a big screen that concealed an elevator and then Ken Ho appeared lifted him onto his shoulder and the three went up to Madame Tan’s private suite where he was dumped on a luxurious circular bed.

Johnnie was not really aware what was going on, he just lay there looking up at the ceiling as Madame Li began to remove his clothes. Ken helped with this and then left when Johnnie was completely naked. She stood and admired his athletic looking body for a while and then poured him a drink in an ornate chalice that sat on the bar in the living area.

“Drink this,” she said, easing him up into a sitting position.

Johnnie drank up and then began to lick his lips and look around,

“Where am I?” he asked, “What am I doing her?.”

“You were just going to fuck my brains out, she said, “But you seemed to have come over a little faint.”

“I feel great now,” he giggled, relishing the idea of screwing the ass of this gorgeous looking Asian beauty, “In fact, I feel more than great.”

“I thought you might,” she smiled and began to take off her dress. However, she didn’t the remove the gold bling that hung down over her gorgeous tits or the bangles that adorned her slender arms.

Slowly lowering herself onto the bed. Johnnie’s dick rose to meet her and found itself embedded between those soft lips that began to move up and down as her bling jingled like tiny wind chimes. The soft oriental music playing in the background and the smell of exotic perfume in the air made Johnnie’s head reel, but in spite of it, he felt as horny as hell. She paused from sucking his dick and licking his balls and moved up the bed dangling her tits over his face.

“Would you like to suck them?” she teased, moving them across his lips. He didn’t reply he just grabbed her shoulders took as much of one of her tits into his mouth as he could and massaged the other gently with his hand.

Madame Li loved it and groaned as he gently nibbled on her nipples and then gradually slipped under her body licking every inch until his mouth made contact with her flower. When his fingers parted her delicate petals and he probed her with his tongue she sat upright allowing him to explore even deeper and fondle her breasts at the same time.

She was getting repaid for her free dessert in spades as Johnnie moved his tongue up and down her warm moist groove and pulled the lips open wider with his fingers to allow him to bury his face in it. Madame Li’s slender body first began to twitch and then to shake violently. When she started to cum she tried to muffle her moans but it wasn’t easy.

After her trembling subsided a little, Johnnie slipped from under her, threw her back on the bed and drove his dick deep inside her artistically shaved snatch. She gasped out loud and gripped onto his forearms as he began to ram it in and out as if he was performing liposuction. Her breathing seemed to be labored as she arched her back and moved her ass as if in complete and total ecstasy.

When he could feel his cum stirring in his balls he began to bellow like a banshee, and this got louder and louder as he felt it moving up and ready to blow. Madame Li, sensing that she was about to be fertilized, dug her fingers into his arms tighter and tighter and when he did cream her pie, she yelled out something in Chinese and began to shake uncontrollably. At this point, the demure elegant gunrunner lost all sense of propriety and she went into a virtual nuclear orgasm.

It was a full fifteen minutes before she had the strength to get up and walk into the living area to pour another drink for Johnnie. He still wasn’t aware of what was going on exactly, but he drank it obediently and woke up sitting, fully dressed, on the beach totally oblivious of what had occurred.

He did realized that he’d been drugged and that meant that Madame Li was on to him. The mission was over. Johnnie’s only indication of him having sex with her was a pair of very dainty panties, with a faint smell of jasmine, that he found stuffed into his pocket. A subtle message from a woman, who had proven to be a match for one of Europe’s top covert operatives. THE END

Copyright 2014 Cristiano Caffieri

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