Samantha Steel is...The Spy Who Did Me--The First Coming A Samantha Steel Erotic Thriller

By

Vanessa DeSimone

Samantha Steel is…The Spy Who Did Me

The First Coming

A Samantha Steel Erotic Thriller

By

Vanessa DeSimone

Copyright 2013 by Vanessa DeSimone of EKSess
Publishing

Smashwords Edition

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters,
places and incidents are products of this author's imagination or
are used fictitiously, and are not to be construed as real. Any
resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This book is dedicated to you, the
reader.

Without you, this bit of fun would not
exist.

Thanks!

When I was young(er), I found a paperback
book underneath my brother's bed...I couldn't have been older than
thirteen. It wasn't so much an erotic novel as much as it was plain
old pornography. I ran to the bathroom, so nobody would find me,
and I read all 150 pages non-stop. I became so completely engrossed
in the rawness of the sex being depicted in the book; I read the
book another half dozen times. I began imagining myself in all the
sexual roles I had read about, and craved more...and luckily my
brother had a lot more of these types of books.

From that moment on, I became immersed in
thoughts of sex...my raging hormones didn't help. I read all the
books I could find (thanks to my brother and Dad), as well as
Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, and so on. While many thought it dirty
and unwholesome, I just saw it as fun.

I mean c'mon...Isn't sex fun?

As I grew older, I was extremely uninhibited
by the whole idea of sex, and have had more than my fair share of
sexual experiences. I won't go into detail, but I had a real good
time...and still do!

So, I've been reading erotica, and the
general pleasures of sex (as well as partaking) for so many years,
this particular path seemed right for me.

I hope you enjoy what I have in store for
you...I really love a naughty story!

Thanks for reading!

Vanessa

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One

I felt the maroon covered satin sheets caress
my nipples as I turned over on to my left side, awakening from a
light slumber. I also felt the heat from the body lying next to me,
hard and muscular. I smirked. There's nothing as restful as a cat
nap after hot sex. But I had to pee.

I crossed the hotel suite in the darkness,
not wanting to awaken my friend. The coolness in the room from the
air conditioning sent goose bumps up my flesh, as I tip-toed to the
bathroom. My nipples were rock hard in the coldness. I touched them
as I walked, enjoying the feeling of my fingers on the sensitive
flesh.

I closed the door behind me, and switched on
the light, my jade green eyes adjusting to the instant brightness.
I squatted over the bowl, peed, wiped, and flushed. I couldn't help
but notice my pussy was still engorged from the pounding she just
took an hour or so ago. And yes...I call my pussy a she.

I looked into the full body mirror over the
double sinks, my hair, which is so dark and full, has the
appearance of looking jet black. It was a total mess. I looked at
my breasts, my mid-section, my hips...no scars. Good. Just a few
bruises here and there across the light bronze skin of my torso. I
still looked smoking hot...even after all the shit I'd been through
over the past few days.

Few days? Who was I kidding? My whole life's
been a knife fight...a gun fight...fuck this guy…fucks that girl.
The crazy life of an agent. Do whatever is necessary for the
greater good. I have one of the craziest lives in the whole fucking
world.

And I wouldn't give it up for anything.

***

I headed back to the hotel bed, hoping to get
some sleep. My mind usually wanders when I've just finished a
mission, analyzing everything that happened...what I could have
done differently, better. Always preparing for the next mission. My
mind never stops...its how I was programmed. Yes, programmed. I
wasn't born in to this world under normal circumstances...far, far
from it. I was developed, for a very specific purpose.

I slid myself back under the sheets and
blanket, acknowledging the warmth of the bed. I was tired, and
hoped I would nod off. My mind started to drift, maybe falling in
to a half-dream, when I felt my bed mate shift his body closer to
mine.

I was lying with my back to him, his body
heat closing in. Then I felt the prod at the cheek of my ass.
Somebody was awake.

I was exhausted, and in dire need of sleep. I
was also insatiable. I was programmed for that, too.

His arm reached across my torso from behind,
cupping my breast...gently kneading my nipple. It hardened at his
touch, which pretty much gave him the green light. I rolled on to
my back, and he nuzzled his face into the side of neck, softly
kissing my skin. Nibbling my ear. I felt my slit dampen. I lightly
growled...he lightly growled back.

I wrapped my hand around his erection, hard
and full, and gently stroked. A light moan escaped his lips. His
hand found my other breast, his mouth now on the nipple that
started all this trouble. God how I loved having my nipples
sucked.

He took his hand from my breast, and slowly
slid it down between my thighs, as I continued to stroke his
manhood. He wasted no time, sliding a finger up and down my lips,
then inserting his thick middle finger inside me. I shuddered.

He took it out, and brought his finger to his
mouth, swallowing it...tasting me. He quickly went back to my
pussy, massaging my lips, sliding his finger in and out of me,
slowly. I moved my hips against his hand, the warmth inside me now
turning to heat. My tongue found his, twisting around it like a
serpent. He slid two fingers inside me, and I moaned into his
mouth. With his two fingers inside, my vaginal muscles clamped
down. Using his thumb, he started to flick my clit quickly, our
tongues still entwined. As he moved his fingers, I felt the wetness
explode inside of me, an intense orgasm releasing itself. I bucked
my pelvis against his hand, breathing quickly, moaning. I gave his
penis a hard squeeze, and he moaned in return.

He released his hand from me, again taking
some fingers into his mouth. I joined him, tasting myself from his
hand. I continued my slow stroke of his cock, feeling the tip
becoming a bit wet from his own fluid. He was ready.

I tucked my right leg underneath me, bringing
my knee up, and underneath my breast, opening up my pussy for him.
He slid into my wetness easily, another shudder of pleasure running
through me as he entered inside of me.

He began a slow, steady rhythm...pistoning
his cock back and forth, then in and out. He pulled himself out,
wanting me to give him a squeeze, which I obliged. I did him the
favor of caressing his balls, as well. His cock's bulbous head
engorged, returned inside of me, the thrusting longer and more
pronounced. I felt my inner heat beginning to build again, as his
hips moved in sync with mine.

He lifted his body straight up, and
positioned my legs on his shoulders. His thrusting was short and
quick from this position. As he moved, I rubbed my hands across his
abs, feeling them flexing with each thrust. He grabbed my ankles,
placing them together, and holding them up with one hand, still
pumping me rhythmically, my pussy lips sucking on his cock.

I reached down with one hand, and found my
clit, rubbing her clockwise. An intense moan escaped my lips as my
orgasm ran through me, the pumping wetness seeping out of me, all
around his cock.

His thrusting began to increase, as well as
his breathing and moaning. I was with him. I opened my legs, and
started to thrust back at him with ferocity. I felt the head of his
cock grow inside me, as he erupted, a deep guttural moan escaping
him now. He threw his head back, exhaling a deep gust of
breath.

I was still rubbing myself, entertaining tiny
orgasms when he was finished. We kissed long, and hard, enjoying
each other’s touch. He fell onto his back, still breathing deeply.
“Now that's how I like to wake up in the middle of the night,
beautiful.” he said, with a bit of a southern accent. I just moaned
at him.

He got up to use the bathroom...I watched him
move away from me, his naked behind twitching with each step, as it
caught some of the light coming from a small opening in the drawn
drapes. Even in the dead of the night, there was light in Las
Vegas. The strip was always lit up.

The “He” that just rocked my world was good
at what he did. There were no names in these situations...I was
always “She”, and they were always “He”. I usually don't pay for
it, especially considering I'm best friends with the Madame of the
ritziest brothel in Nevada, but my regular guy here in Vegas was
called out of town, which I found strange. But “Mr. Gigolo” in the
bathroom got the job done, so I'm not complaining.

He came back to bed, kissed my forehead, and
rolled over on to his right side. I think this was finally the
opportunity I needed to catch some sleep. I really needed it, and
like I said before...I love sleeping after hot sex.

Two

I started to drift in to a half-sleep, my
mind thinking about how I got here. I don't mean the hotel suite in
Vegas...I mean how I, Samantha Steel, Agent of GESS, got to this
point in my life. As I drifted off, memories flooded in to my
dreams, back to my childhood...

***

I was placed in a foster home when I was
around two. I don't recall much before the age of five or six, but
who does? The one thing I do remember...I was different. I had no
parents...I was in the “system”; you know the one where you hear
horror stories about foster kids. But that isn't my story. Yes, I
may be considered a foster child, but as it turns out, I was really
being groomed. Observed. I wasn't like those foster kids you hear
about...I was placed in to one home, and there I stayed until I was
almost eighteen...which is pretty unusual.

I recall my foster mom and the other foster
kids in the house with us. Seven kids in all. We called our foster
mom Jessie, short for Jessica. Jessica Rand. She said she had a
husband...this guy who wasn't around much. He showed up from time
to time, wearing the same clothes...a black suit, black tie, and a
white shirt. All the time. She told us he would be away on business
most of our stay with her. I couldn't help but notice that when he
did show up, they would have a brief conversation at the front
doorway, and I heard my name mentioned more than a few times, but
never the other kids.

I know now that he worked for the government.
For the G.E.S.S. Agency. I'm pretty sure she did also, but she was
really good to us, so I prefer to think of her as my mom. She was
very pretty. Long blond hair, which she always wore in a braid, and
pretty blue eyes. Definite eye candy, by anyone's standards.

Anyway, I noticed things were all about me
when I first started growing boobs. I was only eleven, and was
already catching the attention of a lot of boys in school my age,
as well as the older boys. And I don't mean just my looks. I was
unusually strong, and athletic...probably the best athlete in the
whole school. And one of the smartest. In fact, school was a
complete breeze for me. I absorbed the information they fed me like
a sponge. I was very self-aware. Confident. Maybe even a little
egotistical.

Like I said, when I was eleven, my breasts
started to develop, and pretty quickly. That's when Mr. Black Suit,
who had us all calling him Tom, began making more frequent
appearances...even sleeping at the house on a regular basis. If
you'd call it sleep. Whenever he did stay more than one night, all
we would hear was crazy fucking going on all night.

I recall one night I had trouble sleeping,
listening to the moaning coming from the bedroom next to mine. I
went to the door, and looked through the keyhole. I saw Jessie and
Tom, naked. They were on the bed, and Tom was lying flat underneath
Jessie. They were both facing forward, and Jesse was riding up and
down on Tom's cock, her breasts bouncing wildly. Whenever she would
slow down, he would start to thrust upward rapidly, his huge dick
penetrating her shaved twat.