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Title: WOPI Chronicles
Author: Homer Vargas
Part 7 Teresa to the Rescue
Keywords: MC, Fdom, preg
Summary: Knight's ex-lover Teresa, goes to his rescue 
Does Knight wish to be rescued?.
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First Posted 5/23/00
Last Edited 12/11/02

WOPI Chronicles 7 (MC, Fdom, preg )
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com

"Because it has all the markings of a wild goose
chase, that's why!" Rutherford Brady was almost
shouting now.  He had never expected Teresa to accept
his "no" easily, but she was very persistent.  "How
can you be so sure you can find the place, anyway?"

"The tech boys place the latitude and longitude about
45 Km. northeast of Cadiz.  There is a little town
there, Alqueria, where I can look around.  A complex
the size David describes can't be hidden.

"And why you, instead of one of our Spanish agents?"

"For one, they may have been compromised.  For another
I'm as expert in hypnotic control as anyone in NASO. 
Finally, can any of them hope to get into the place
passing for a Latin American 'indocumentada' looking
for work as a maid?"

Rutherford gazed at Teresa.  She sure didn't look like
a maid right now in her black, shrink-wrap miniskirt
and demi-bra.  He tried to imagine the dark-skinned
fireball in scruffy clothes, but all he could come up
with was her in no clothes at all.  He shook his head.
 She had a point.  She could look the part of an
illiterate peasant, as he knew her grandparents had
been.  Teresa had used her raw intelligence (and her
stunningly sexy body), fueled by a passionate hatred
of the drug traffickers who had murdered an older
brother, to claw her way into and then up the NASO
hierarchy.

Moreover, Rutherford knew she wasn't going to give up
because it was David.  He was a friend but he had been
more than that.  They had become lovers almost as soon
as she arrived from the Central American branch. 
Everyone knew it could not last; each was too
dominant, but for a few months they had carried on an
incandescent affair.

"Oh, Rudie, you know I'll do a good job, for YOU.  I
want you to be proud of me," she to cooed.

Somehow the cleavage between those large,
mouthwatering breast seemed to grow.  Warning bells
started going off all over Rutherford's brain.  He
didn't want to give Teresa an excuse to try to seduce
him; he was pretty sure she'd succeed.  Knowing when
he was beaten, Rutherford sighed, "Very well, Teri,
start preparations."

"Actually, I have completed them.  I just have one
more thing to take care of in the office," she smiled.

Presumptuous of her to anticipate his agreement, but
typical, Rutherford mused as he watched Teri's wide,
sinuous hips wiggle out the door.  He wondered if he
had done the right thing.  Damn!  No panty lines.

Back in the office, Teri checked her air tickets and
computer security protocols to see that everything was
in order.  Clothes and disguise had been packed last
night.  Yes, just one more piece of business she
needed to take care of before leaving.  She wasn't
going to have much opportunity for sex for she didn't
know how long.  Better go off as well satisfied as
possible.  "Ralph, " she spoke into the intercom,
"come in please, I NEED you.

She had removed and folded her blouse and was
unhooking her bra when the young man came in with his
steno pad.  His eyes grew wide with concern when he
saw his sexy boss half-naked.  "Oh, no, Ms Carrillo! 
You're not going on mission, again, are you?"  A
strange look of fear and excitement came over him.

"Ralph, sweetie, you knew when I hired you, it wasn't
just for your shorthand.  You know what I need!"
Teresa almost growled with lust.

"Ms ... Ms ... Carrillo, do you want us ...  You want
me ... to make love to you?

"Oh, Ralph, honey" she cooed as she slinked closer. 
The jiggle of her dark breasts reached out and seized
the young man's eyes.  "How sweet of you to even THINK
about making love to a grown-up woman like me.  Of
course I wouldn't ask that of you."

A mixture of relief and disappointment flickered
across Ralph's face.  Now he was really confused as
Teresa continued approaching him with the same fire in
her eye.  Her hands were on the zipper of her skirt
and her magnificent tits were undulating marvelously.

"You can put any thought of making love to me right
out of your mind, honey," she husked.  "All I want is
for you to bend me over this armchair and fuck the
shit out of me!" Teresa said matter of factly as she
dropped her skirt.

"But warm me up, first, baby," she instructed and
pressed the astonished young man onto his knees. 
"Yesss!" she hissed and drew his face into her already
dripping bush.  Some time later with the assistance of
the staff of her staff assistant, Teresa was howling
in ecstasy through her umpteenth orgasm.

Down the hall Teresa's cries of delight were clearly
audible.  Rutherford sometimes wished agent Carrillo
could find some more conventional way to prepare for
fieldwork.  He knew, however, that his wife, Ethyl,
would be pleasantly surprised that night, although
secrecy as well as modesty would not allow him to
explain source of his ardor.  He seldom made love to
his wife as vigorously as on the days that Teri left
on a journey.  And he was pretty sure that the
conception of several babies born to women working on
this floor could be traced to the same phenomenon.

Even before the last of Teri's howls had died away
Rutherford heard drawers and file cabinets being
closed and locked as people began to rush home to take
care of suddenly urgent business.  Using a washroom in
the next several minutes could also be embarrassing.

A half-hour later, when Teresa's heels were clicking
smartly down the corridor heading for the exit and a
waiting car, few were around to hear them.

*****

Several thousand miles away Captain David Knight, if
somehow he could have known of the goings on back at
NASO Headquarters, would have been utterly incapable
of understanding what all the fuss was about.  He did
not feel any need for being rescued.  He was spending
another wonderful day with his new girlfriend.  Claire
didn't give him as much attention as the first days
after they met (that was getting pretty fuzzy now,
anyway) but she still made him feel special.

Every night after dinner, even if he had eaten alone
and was already dozing off, Claire came to him.  It
was heaven to feel her slip into his bed and let her
take him in her arms.  As if he weren't already sleepy
enough, she would place a hard, firm nipple of one of
her perfect breasts into his mouth and allow him to
nurse as she soothed him with whispered words.  It
never failed to send him off to dreamland.

Later -- he never knew how much later, time with
Claire was always fuzzy -- he often woke up enough to
realize that his marvelous, sexy woman in his bed was
ready for him to please her again.  What a joy and
privilege he felt that she had chosen him to bring her
pleasure with his mouth and tongue between her legs. 
Day after day she had gently instructed him in her
preferences and he felt a deep pride in knowing just
how to bring her to orgasm after orgasm.  His reward
was to be permitted to drink the rich spend of her
climaxes.  He adored the way she tasted as he did
everything about her.

Sometimes when she was especially pleased with his
service or particularly horny, she would fuck him.  To
lie on his back, looking up through half-closed eyes
at her golden hair flying and her rounded white
breasts bouncing up and down as she rode him to
orgasm, was recompense far beyond his deserts.  And
the sleep that overcame him when she at last let him
come in her was the sweetest slumber a man could
experience.

David sensed more than remembered how they slept when
she was finished making love to him and wanted to be
held, her large ass pressed into the crook of his
crotch, one of his arms under her neck and the other
over her waist, his face buried in her neck.  She held
his hands, sometimes clasping the upper one to her
breast if she wanted to be felt up one more time.  If
she rolled, he moved to compensate, maintaining as
close contact of their bodies as the male and female
anatomies permitted.

Mornings were almost as good as nights.  Claire was
very generous with her time, letting David spend many
long lazy minutes drinking her essence before she
arose.  It was almost incredible to think that this
perfect woman let HIM put his face between her soft
plump thighs and bring her to one screaming morning
climax after another.  Then, when she was at last well
satisfied, she drew his head to her bosom and put him
back to sleep with her luscious breasts and soft
words.

When he woke again after Claire had gone, he headed
for the gym.  Claire insisted he stay in shape; "It
improves your stamina, darling," she had explained. 
After lunch he was always sleepy and napped in his
bed, drifting off to soft music.  Later, he was free
to return to the gym or read or just sit and fantasize
about her and reflect on his good fortune to share the
bed and body of this most wonderful creature.

When the time came, he would not fail her.

Comments, Please, to:
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com


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