Blows his mind

Finally giving in to her raging lust, Jamie locked her lips firmly onto his, kissing him deeply like there was no tomorrow. If twin bee was surprised, he was hiding it very well. With the practiced hand of an experienced lover, he wrapped his arms around her, slowly working his way down to her ass. After a few more seconds of kissing, he started roughly groping and kneading it, making Jamie quiver in excitement. She broke the kiss, only to start unbuttoning his shirt and leaving a trail of kisses from his neck, down through his chest, and stopping for a while to appreciate his magnificent abs. Finally, she arrived at her destination. On her knees, she was just inches away from the massive bulge in his jeans. In fact, she was fairly certain that she could actually smell it.

They stayed there like that, him with a throbbing erection and she on her knees, for a few seconds, although to her it felt like years. Snapping out of her reverie, Jamie quickly started to undo his pants. She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and got her first proper look at him. His dick slipped free and sprang into the air. She gazed at the hard package that had just appeared in front of her, licking her lips as she wrapped her hand around the shaft. It was a good cock, just over seven inches in length. She was practically drooling at this point and her pussy was ready to explode.

Her entire body was busy with one thought. She wanted it. No, needed it. She needed that dick in her mouth right now. Finally, her mouth reached the cock and she gave the tip a long, hard kiss. She shivered and slid her tongue out, licking the entire head in one movement. The taste of hot skin on her tongue made her moan softly in pleasure. Without further ado, she took his head in her mouth, sucking on it for a moment before taking as much of it into her mouth as she could.

"Oh, fuck," twin bee said above her. She felt his hand rest on her head, but she didn't care. He may as well have not existed at all. All Jamie was focused on, all she cared about, was his glorious penis. She bobbed her head up and down, relishing it's hardness against her lips and tongue. She loved this.

Taking a quick break to size up his dick, Jamie took a deep breath and impaled her face on it, all the way, until the head was pressing against the back of her throat, her lips touching his pubes. She pushed her head forward a couple of times, grinding his cock into her throat, feeling it spasm around the familiar pleasant invasion. Ever so slowly, she snuck her tongue out, licking his balls as he writhed in ecstasy. This continued for several minutes, until, suddenly, he pushed her off of him, gentle enough not to hurt her, but firm enough to know that her time of taking charge in this was over. Taking her hand, he led her inside, to the bedroom. He undressed her quickly, and finished undressing himself, before laying down on the bed and motioning for her to join him.

Jamie obeyed happily, climbing onto the bed, lowering her crotch onto his face, and starting to ease back into the blowjob. She got closer to gagging on each stroke, somehow seeming to take his cock deeper, feeling her throat tighten each time she tasted his balls with her tongue. At the same time, she couldn't help but respond to the excitement of nearly gagging on his dick, and so started grinding her pussy against his surprised face. It soon becomes a vicious cycle, the deeper she'd take his cock into her throat, the more excited he became and the deeper he pulled her hips into his face. This, in turn, served to excite her even further, and she couldn't help but grind against his talented tongue, which seemed to urge him forward even more, causing her to suck harder.... And so it continued.

Meanwhile...

12/21/2015

1930 hours

Moscow, Russia

Petr dashed into the Lufthansa lounge, sweat dripping from his brow. He was greeted by the impeccably arranged furniture, soft background music, and the smell of airport coffee. Behind him, the doors closed, shutting out the noise and banter of Moscow's Domodedovo international airport.

For a moment, he considered sitting down on one of the armchairs and resting his aching body. For a moment, that is. He was here as a simple messenger boy, and his boss (owner would be a more accurate term) had two and a half minutes ago shown him a picture and instructed him to "bring me Parker, немедленно (immediately)!!!". Petr was well acquainted with his boss's short patience and even shorter fuse, and he wasn't in the mood of going to sleep hungry for the third time this week.

He frantically scanned the empty lounge, silently cursing this Mr. Parker for not being immediately within sight.

Turning to his right, he quickly headed to the private booths, popping his head into every one and heading to the next one as quickly as he could. First one. A fat middle aged man snoring quietly. Second one. A young couple that stared at him as if to admonish him for ruining their little chat. Third. Empty. Fourth. An Indian man scribbling furiously in his ledger. He barely acknowledged Petr as he kept on writing. Fifth. Empty as well. Knowing that there was only one more place Mr. Parker could be, Petr directed his steps towards the bar, where he finally found one Mr. Parker, sitting in an armchair and staring into space.

Petr stood for a moment, trying to find the words to tell the man that his boss was requesting his presence. Unnecessary, it turned out, because Mr. Parker snapped out of his reverie and turned to face him "Yuliy's boy?"

Petr nodded. "Yes Mr. Parker"

"Just call me Ken"

"No problem, Ken. Come with me Sir"

Petr showed Ken to a side door, along a corridor, around conveyer belts moving suitcases to and fro, and through a door marked "Authorized Personnel Only!!" bringing them out onto the tarmac and the brutal Russian winter. Making their way across the field, they entered an apparently empty airplane hangar. His boss, Yuliy, was waiting for them, and as expected he was pissed. 'So you decided to show up I see' his expression seemed to say, but he plastered a smile on his face as he looked towards Mr. Parker. "Good to see you in Russia sir"

"Save it Yuliy, I'm just here to examine the package"

Petr was shocked at the way Ken was talking to the most feared man in Moscow. He had witnessed his boss personally strangle people for far less. Whoever this Mr. Parker was, he was either very dangerous, or had some very dangerous friends.

Yuliy swallowed hard. "Certainly sir, as soon as Antipov arrives"

"The little shitass is supposed to arrive? I can guess who's idea that was"

Yuliy looked at him sadly "hey, I want to get this over with as soon as possible too you know"

Just then the sound of screeching brakes could be heard from the entrance.

"That's him then"

Petr turned to see who was so important that Mr. Parker had to wait for him. To his surprise, it was a Russian teenager younger than even himself. He looked sixteen, maybe seventeen. His breath smelled like **** and there was a slight wobble in his step.

"Are we going to do this or what I've got places to be" he said strolling up to the truck as if they hadn't all been waiting for him. As scared as Yuliy seemed of Mr. Parker, it was tenfold that with this Antipov "shitass", Petr noted.

"Certainly Mr. Antipov, right away" he motioned to a few trim men standing off to the side and they quickly unlocked the truck, pulled out a massive wooden crate, unlocked that, and carefully uncovered a shiny steel box about ten feet long.

Petr wanted them to open it but they didn't. Instead, they all stood there with a silent apprehension seemingly aware of something massively powerful lying inside

Ken stood with awe not believing that he was actually witnessing this in person. "Say what you want about the Yakuza but they sure know how to deliver huh?"

Yuliy could only nod. 'every one was sure this thing's a myth, and I'm standing next to one' he thought.

The Antipov kid seemed unimpressed. Turning to Yuliy he said "tell me what happens when we leave this hangar"

Yuliy cleared his throat. "The hangar will be locked up and no one will enter it for ten days. On that you have my word-"

"No one gives a rats ass about your word. What's next?" Petr had to work hard to suppress a smirk

"On new years eve rock star Lukas Beck's plane will be landing here. All airport security that night will be my men. He will be in Moscow for two hours. In that time the hangar is unlocked, the package placed on his jet, and all evidence taken care of."

"Good" Antipov said, turning to his assistant. "Let's get out of here Igor, I've wasted enough time with these clowns already"

Ken looked at Yuliy apologetically. "You take care of what we just spoke about." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small bronze key.

"You'll get the second one when all is over"

"The way it looks now things should run without a hitch. Master will be pleased"

Ken nodded. Master will be pleased

Back in Nome...

As Twin Bee's cock started to spasm and jerk more frequently, Jamie gave more attention to his balls; squeezing and tugging them with one hand. She returned her other hand to his cock, and making sure that her mouth was pressed tightly to her wrapped thumb and index finger. By now, his cock was deliciously slick, with a mixture of her saliva and his pre-cum, and, using her hand as an extension of her mouth, she jerked him off hard and fast. At the end of each downward stroke, her hand flattened against his pelvis so that she could deepthroat him for the briefest moment, before pulling away, hand gripped as tight as possible. She sucked hard while pulling up and away, her tight hand pulling his skin up and over the head of his dick, eliciting groans and bucking hips. Within minutes of this, she could tell he was getting ready to cum, and so she managed to squeeze her hand even a little tighter, so tightly that it almost aches. As his tongue furiously stroked her clit, and dove deeper into her pussy, Jamie matched him stroke for stroke, deepthroating him in rhythm with his tonguing.

She brought her hand up and started fondling his balls as she lapped at his cock. The more she sucked on him, the tighter his balls became. She tickled them slightly and heard the gasps from between her legs. She giggled a little and tickled them more before she cupped and massaged his balls. Tighter and tighter they became. It was a matter of seconds before he came.