Swiss Exchange - Sex Stories

Swiss Exchange

... blowing bubbles, was what ensued when he answered the suite door to admit the Italian, Matteo Caputo, and the Greek's boytoy, Kabr Zeidan. Room was cleared on the bed for Summerfield to lie on his back, holding Zeidan stretched out on his body and skewered on his cock, while Caputo saddled up to Zeidan from behind and New Zealand and France fucked claimed Palestine in a double penetration skirmish.

Two aspects of "The Plan" were advanced during this afternoon playtime. As the hotel manager and Jeff Reynolds cooled off after sex, Reynolds, carefully not querying why so many of the hotel staffers, including Fariba, were Iranians, did query the hotel manager about the hotel itself. He asked quite a few questions about the hotel and its history so that the questions about the cave behind the hotel didn't seem to be the focus, although they were.

"Yes, the cavern is large, but we just use the closest section of it now--to store our wines," Fariba answered to one question and then, when the questioning continued, "Yes, yes, you may see it while you are here--the wine cellar. Open your legs to me as you just did, I will show you anything you want."

Thereupon Reynolds opened his legs to the man and they fucked again.

Meanwhile, in Summerfield's suite, the Italian, Caputo, had taken the reception desk clerk, Luca Meier, away to his own room for further one-on-one games while establishing Summerfield would fuck Meier again later, and Summerfield concentrated on the ...

... Greek's boytoy.

"I know you aren't Palestinian and I know that Christos Diakos doesn't know that," he said.

"What are you talking about?" Kabr Zeidan said. A look of fright floated across his face and he attempted to roll off the bed, but the larger, heavier Summerfield had him in a close embrace. His cock was still buried in the young man's anal passage.

"You are Israeli. You are working for the Mossad, and you are spying on the Greek shipper for your country, keeping track of arms and other supplied to Mideast terrorist organizations. No, don't bother to deny it. My country is working to the same purpose as the Israelis. We don't want to expose you--but we will if you don't cooperate with us--we just want you to supply us the same information you gather while living with Diakos that you are giving the Mossad--without letting the Mossad know."

"Who are you? You aren't a New Zealander, are you?"

"No. I run a unit of the CIA, and we have you by the shorthairs. You can work with us--by staying in place with the Greek--or we can expose you to him. We don't have much time here, so don't play coy with me. In or out? You won't be hurting Israel by including us in whatever you find. But we don't want Israel to know you are a double agent. In or out? Which is it?"

"I don't really have a choice, do I?" Zeidan asked.

"No. In or out. And if you are in, I will be checking directly with you occasionally and I will be controlling you by fucking you."

If anything, that ...