Part 1

PART 2

It had been about 32 hours since the tests were initiated. We knew the man who ran the business that we were looking for, at least we knew several of his aliases. We did not know his daughter, and we were hoping the DNA test would lead us to a hit in the database so we could get a real name, which would bring us closer to bringing down the enterprise.

I had kept up my same routine that I always had, and the agency had installed a state of the art security system in my home. The security system was virtually impossible to circumvent. The only way around it was to have a code, a code that would be randomly generated by the security company’s app whenever I was within 100 feet of the key pad, which was the sidewalk outside. If a door or window was opened, it would trigger the police. If there was any movement inside, it would trigger the police. The best part was I could lock down certain rooms from my phone in the event that I was in the shower or asleep, much like the situation that had occurred the other night. My house should be impenetrable now.

I got home and generated the code for me to unlock the door and the code to turn off the alarm. I locked the door behind me and did my sweep, locking down each room as I cleared it. When I was back in my bedroom I once again went straight into the bathroom to take a shower. Once again, I had a visitor when I came out.

She had my gun again, leveled at me.

“You called the authorities after my last visit,” she said, “I thought what we had meant something,” smiling at me, mocking me.

“How did you get in here?” I asked.

“That’s not important,” she responded, “I believe you know what to do next.” she motioned the gun towards the handcuffs on the nightstand.

I obliged and put them on. Was she actually going to harm me since I had called the agency? Would this be the same type of visit as last time?

She walked over towards me, the heels of her boots clicking with every step. Tonight she wore a white tank top and a white bra underneath. She wore black jeans and from what I assumed were the same ankle boots from the other night. I could tell that she had fit breasts, not huge, but not small. Probably B cups if I had to guess. It was evident she kept herself in good shape.

When she got to me, she reached behind me to check the handcuffs and make sure they were fastened tightly. When she was satisfied, she did something I wasn’t expecting. She leaned up and kissed me. When she pulled away we stared into each other’s eyes. I was surprised at what I saw though. I didn’t see someone that wanted to hurt me.

She bit her lip and sat the gun on the nightstand beside us. She grabbed me with both hands around the back of my head and pulled me in to kiss her again. Our tongues gently danced together. I felt myself stiffening under my damp towel.

She must have had a sense for my arousal because she immediately dropped my towel and took my member in her hand and gently stroked. When I was fully erect she pushed me down on the bed with my legs hanging off. She got on her knees and took me in her mouth. Looking up at me, she took my whole length. It was some of the best oral that I had ever received. She massaged my balls as she took my cock in and out of her throat.

She released my cock and stood up. She pulled her tank top off and dropped it in the floor in the same motion that she took her bra off. I was right, she did keep herself in fantastic shape. She slipped her pants and panties off at the same time and climbed on top of me and crawled her way up to my face.

This time she didn’t have to tell me to eat her pussy, I was ready and willing when it got to my mouth. As soon as she sat down, my tongue was as deep in her as I could get it. She immediately moaned loudly. I worked it in and out before pulling it out and moving to her clit. She was so wet, I felt her juices on my chin. I moved my tongue in circular and side to side motions over her now swollen clit. She was breathing heavily and moaning intensely.

All the sudden she jumped off of me. I was confused for a moment. I thought I was supposed to be bringing her to orgasm. She mounted me and shoved my cock into her soaking wet pussy and began to ride me. It was uncomfortable at first because of the handcuffs digging into my back, but I got used to it. She felt incredible. She was tighter than anyone that I had ever been in. She leaned forward, all the way down until we were chest to chest, face to face. She looked into my eyes and kissed me again. She was moaning and biting her lip.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum,” she managed between moans.

Then I felt a surge of liquid on my dick and my lap was wet. The warmth and the wetness sent me over the edge and I came. I was able to pull out and my first shot went up to the bottom of shoulder blades, then her lower back, then the rest came dribbling out between her ass cheeks.

She laid her head down on my shoulder beside my head to catch her breath, then picked it up and shared a laugh. She stood up and cleaned herself off with my towel and cleaned me up as well. I assumed she was going to be leaving but then she rolled me over and removed one side of the handcuffs and moved my hands to the front.

“You could have done that before. That hurt while you were on top of me.” I said.

“Yeah, I didn’t think that through all the way.”

She picked my legs up and helped me turn to where I was laying on the bed and covered me up. She caught me off guard when she walked to the other side and lay down beside me and got under the covers herself.

We made small talk about our sexual experiences and the use of handcuffs in them. This was far and away my wildest experience with them.

“Can I tell you something?” she asked.

“Fire away.”

“I hated working for my dad. It’s not that I hated my dad. I hated what he did. He is a good person, he just got tied up with the wrong people early in life and never course corrected,” she opened up, “but I hated working for him. I’m just his only child, he made it clear that if he had a son then the empire would have been his. Truthfully, I didn’t even want ‘the empire,’ I could care less about the money. That’s why I’m trying to get rid of the dark side of the business and then make a legitimate play at business that I want to run. Legal businesses.”

I didn’t even know what to say at that point.

“I guess the time for sharing is over. I need to be going, anyways. Thank you for all of this. Here is the key,” she said as she sat the key on the dresser.

She walked over and got dressed and kissed my lips again.

“I’ll see you soon,” she said with a wink.

This time I didn’t go after her. I unlocked myself, got dressed, and grabbed a snack from the kitchen.

30 minutes later, as I was just into an episode of my latest guilty pleasure on Netflix, my phone buzzed.

“Thanks for not calling the agency tonight.”

My mind drifted back to what had happened and her confession. Then I had a realization: she was speaking in the past tense when talking about her father.