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The Unidentified #1:
Gangbanged by Futanari Aliens with Tentacles



J.S. Lee

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He couldn’t remember the last time that he had stared so hard or for so long at a woman. Maybe it had been back in high school. That was what Sanders did to him, and it hardly seemed fair that she wouldn't give him the time of day, just like high school. Michael was sure at this point that he would have done anything for her. Well, at least he would have done anything to get in her pants.

He had cherished the basement office for the first month of the assignment. His boss almost sounded apologetic when he'd shown Michael the space, and at first, he was seething on the inside. He'd never swallowed down the urge to punch someone so badly, but after the first few days alone, Michael found it soothing. He told himself that the silence and the meds, it was all going to work out sooner or later. Even after the long leave of absence and the treatment and the regime of anti-depressants that he was on, it didn't take much to make him edgy, Michael could use some zen.

Then they had given him Katherine Sanders and all of his peace of mind went to shit. His boss had told Michael that she was sharp and a go-getter, but something didn't add up. A go-getter wouldn't wind up with this bullshit assignment and a dusty desk with a squeaky chair in the basement with decade old computers and someone's castoff fax machine. If Michael had to guess, he would assume that Katherine was being punished for some transgression with a stint in the basement with Michael, the agent that they couldn't really fire due to extenuating circumstances.

His left hand had a tremor that the medication exacerbated and he held it in his right hand so that she wouldn't notice. Not that she would notice anything at the moment, as Katherine was talking in hushed tones to her lover. She didn't confide in Michael, but there was a picture of girl with cropped, blonde hair and heart-shaped face on her desk that Katherine would occasionally touch with a finger as she smiled.

That his drop-dead, gorgeous partner had the build of a stripper instead of an agent wasn't what kept Michael on the edge of his seat. Katherine was even a natural red-head, which he had a preference for ever since he was a kid. In fact, watching her long waves dance and toss along her back made him itch to reach out and touch her hair. No, that wasn't what was haunting him, it was the dreams about her. They were so goddamn vivid, and it always started with just Katherine and her big, blue eyes smiling at him as she opened her arms and beckoned to him to come to her.

At some point, the blonde with the choppy hair materialized and it was the three of them. The dreams were long and slow, and he had convinced himself that they lasted all night even if the fucking doctor told him that wasn't possible. Michael woke up in a puddle of sweat and precum, and he was always thirsty and he could have sworn that he heard Sanders giggling as the last shadows of the threesome faded away.

The doctor had frowned at him when Michael mentioned it at their last appointment. He had even asked, “Does this remind you of anything, Michael?”

And it did, but Michael wasn't going to talk about that with the fucking shrink. Even though it was supposed to be confidential, he was sure that the doctor reported everything back to the agency and his boss was already sure that he was crazy. If he knew all of the particulars about that night, the last night on the last assignment, Michael was sure that this cushy gig in the basement would dry up and disappear.

The agency had put other operatives in the mental hospital in the past and with Michael, everyone would expect it, actually they would welcome it. Everyone knew that Michael Turner was a little nuts.


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Tepito, Mexico City, Almost 2 Years Ago

Michael had been feeling a little crazy for the last two weeks, and he tried to tell himself that was all it was. Just a feeling and nothing more. Tonight was going to go just fine, and he'd finally be out of this hellhole and back to civilization. The cocaine wasn't doing anything to calm him down, and he'd known that it was becoming a bit of a problem. But for the moment, being on the edge was a necessity of life.

The two women on the bed were almost naked, and he combed his fingers through his dark hair as he watched the younger, more slender of the two begin to slide the other woman's panties down. Their names were Maria and Vanessa, although Michael didn't know for certain which was which, he was calling the younger one Maria. They could have been sisters, each with long, black hair, eyes to match, and curves in all of the right places. He had told them what he wanted in Spanish, at least he thought that he'd told them, and the bills and the eight-ball seemed to convince them. The hookers here were very open-minded and these two would go for thousands of dollars a night at home. Here in the third world, he had given them fifty to split and they had both smiled. Maria looked over her shoulder at him for a moment before turning back to gaze at Vanessa. Her panties were finally down, and her wet snatch was visible. Vanessa had a nicely trimmed landing strip that stopped half-way up her mound and Michael actually preferred that, but he was not going to pass up the chance to bury his face between Maria's slender thighs just because she was shaved bare.

The girl laid on her belly, and her tiny, pink pussy lips were open, as was the rest of her. Maria's butterscotch skin was soft and scented, and the line of her back to her ass was making Michael salivate, but he had paid to watch the two of them. He bent over the table and snorted one more line, wiping the tip of his nose with the back of his hand as the electric current that pulsed through his body exploded once more in his brain. He nodded to Maria and then Vanessa, waving his hand to give the girl the go ahead.

“Come on, you know what I want,” he mumbled in Spanish and his cock responded immediately as Maria bowed her head and began to kiss her friend's slit.

Michael waited, arms crossed over his chest, the sweat dripping down his body. Everything was wet here, and the heat was stifling, but it was all somewhere in the background. The sheen of the girls' skin made them so much more naked. They were sweating as well, and he hadn't even fucked either of them yet. Maria's tongue and mouth were making little sucking noises, and her fingers had parted Vanessa's lips. Vanessa's cries had grown louder, her hips grinding against Maria's face, the back of her thighs shivering as she moved. Finally, this was getting good.

Michael pushed his boxers off and stepped out of them as he reached into his glass and picked out the last of the ice cubes. He walked to the bed and both girls quickly looked over as the mattress squeaked under his weight. They were both uneasy, and if he let himself imagine what the two of them had seen, here in this barrio where even the locals crossed themselves before entering, it was easy to understand why.

They must have known that he was going to join them at some point. These girls were well-trained. Michael knew their pimp. In fact, he was waiting for the man. The whole agency was. For now, he was just going to enjoy the fact that these two had been taught to please a man in any way he chose, and he smiled when Vanessa sighed deeply as he touched her fat nipples with the ice cubes.

The girl's tan nipples stood at attention, and he massaged the melting cubes around her puckered flesh as Maria licked her snatch voraciously. Watching the younger girl go down on her, he noticed that Maria knew the woman's body, and he had to think that it wasn't their first time like this. It wasn't their first time despite the fact that Maria had pretended to be shy about the whole thing. He'd known it was an act. Michael had reached under her skirt before even giving her the money, and Maria's panties had been soaked through at the suggestion. Now he could hardly wait to taste the girl and feel her melting on his face.

For now though, he'd make her wait. Michael would play with Vanessa's nipples; they were so large now and hard as stones. The woman was crying out and rocking her body back and forth. His dick responded to the look on Vanessa's face and a large drop of precum spilled from his slit to her cheek. Shining there for a moment, it slid down her face to the bed, and Michael wondered if he shouldn't shove the length of his prick down the bitch's throat and find out just how well El Jefe had trained her for that as well. Vanessa nodded, almost as if she could read his mind.

“Yes, I will make you cum,” she whispered in Spanish, at least that was what Michael thought she said, although the drugs and the whiskey had set in and he couldn't swear to any of it.

She would, he had no doubt. The sexy hooker would definitely drain him of the very last drop, but there was something that Michael had promised himself that he would do before that. The girl on her belly at the end of the bed had been the one that had put the idea in his head. So young, she looked so innocent and yet he had known that was impossible. Michael had a taste in his mouth for the sweet girl's cum, and he made his way across the bed, behind her, taking his place between her bare thighs. Maria was absolutely perfect, her small lips were swollen and her inner lips were dark pink and covered with her juices. Her asshole was a tiny, lighter pink bud and every inch of her flesh was succulent and made for a tongue, maybe even two. Perhaps once Vanessa had cum in the young girl's mouth, Michael would have her join him in pleasuring Maria. One tongue in her asshole as the other flicked over and around her tiny pearl of a clit. He could almost see it from his vantage point, and before he even touched her, he knew that it was hard and needy. For now, he would keep Maria's juicy flesh all to himself.

Michael licked around her anus, prying her cheeks further apart with his hands, digging into her velvety, brown skin as he claimed her body with his mouth. Maria moaned softly into Vanessa's crotch as he made a wet circle around her tiny entry and then entered her, tasting her, slipping his tongue down into her ass. Michael slithered in and then out, feeling the girl shudder under him with every flick of his tongue.


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