Jenny as the Undercover Housewife Part 1 By Panther Chapter 1 As important as breathing Jenny stifled a yawn and wondered if drinking semen would be considered a vegan diet or not. Though thinking is not a strong trait of our beloved and somewhat dumb heroine, she still tries her best. The reason for this strange line of thought was her creepy boss, Nigel had asked her for another Health and Safety test today for scuba mask breathing. For some reason, the mask they had for Jenny was smeared with something dark and she could not see anything through the glasses. However, when Nigel firmly told her that the test is for breathing through the new breathing apparatus and not for seeing through the scuba mask, Jenny could not disobey. To perform the test, Nigel made her kneel down and then put a heavy bag in her hand saying, "assume that you also have to carry a heavy bag of secret documents or some insidious device. You cannot use your hands". Thus with both hands occupied and eyes covered by the scuba mask, Nigel put the tip of the Breathing Apparatus on Jenny's lips. Any normal person would have been suspicious by the shape of the apparatus. But not our Jenny. The naive blonde agent extended her tongue and touched the tip. There was a sharp intake of breath somewhere. Jenny suddenly asked, "Why is it warm, sir?" "That is no concern of yours Agent Richards. Are you going to complete the test or not?" "Sir! Yes, Sir." Jenny instantly went to work on the breathing apparatus. She opened her mouth and took the tip of the device deep in her mouth. It seemed longer and thicker than the usual. "Take it deeper Agent Richards. Or have you forgotten the basics of your training and would like to go back to boot camp?" Jenny shuddered at the thought of going back to boot camp. A senior agent being sent back to boot camp, she would never survive the ordeal. She determined to do whatever it takes to pass the test even though her boss is an asshole. She took the apparatus deeper in her mouth so that it almost reached her throat. Then she started sucking it. "Why did you stop". "Dere ig no aiy comig", Jenny mumbled through her mouthful of the device. "What? No Air is coming? Oh. Of course not! It is a dummy apparatus. Now go back to your test Agent Richards. Any more interruptions and I would fail you!" Suitably chastened, Jenny concentrated on sucking the apparatus. Taking it in her throat, she continued to apply her training. It is similar to cocksucking, Jenny thought. A skill that she had too much of practice for various reasons. Jenny kept sucking, expecting any moment to hear the stop order. Soon she could feel a strange twitching coming from the warm and now thoroughly lubricated device in her delectable mouth. Before she could wonder and start using her limited brainpower to analyze the cause, a phone rang in the office. It was the distinctive ringing which told all those who are aware that the call is coming straight from Prime Minister's office. There were muted expletives and panicky movements in the office and the breathing apparatus was suddenly withdrawn from her mouth. Not understanding if the test has ended or not, Jenny remained in kneel down position. The phone was lifted and a flurry of "yes sir" and "absolutely sir" were heard. Then the phone was put down. Only then Nigel seemed to realize that our beloved blonde secret agent was still kneeling in his office. "What are you doing here!!? Go to the meeting room now! The Chief Secretary is himself waiting there. Go, go, go!!” Nigel screamed like a scared little girl. Jenny quickly stood up and took off her scuba mask. For some reason, Nigel's belt buckles have been undone and his zip was down. Though thankfully nothing was showing. Jenny wanted to ask about her test but seeing the panic on Nigel's face decided to ask some other time. "Yes, Sir!" Jenny smartly replied and left Nigel's office. Hoping it would be another mission which would mean she would not have to see her creepy boss for a few days again. Chapter 2 Cousins across the pond Jenny When reached the meeting room, there were four people present. Jenny, of course, knew Commander Holt, her once lover and now the retired boss. She has seen the Chief Secretary, who was the boss of the whole Agency, only a few times before. The other lady was a top minister of her Majesty's Government. The fourth person was a distinguished looking gentleman. In his fifties, he was fit and suave. His manners clearly pointing him out as an American. "Sir, you requested me?", Jenny asked standing in attention. All four of them looked at her without saying anything. After a few seconds, everyone looked at the American questioningly. "Well. I'll be damned! She has a remarkable similarity with my Anya. I think she can pass the muster if we coach her a bit." the American said. "But do we have time for that?” This time it was the minister who asked. "Well. I can delay my returning two days at most. Any later and there would be questions." The American shrugged apologetically. "Then we do not have a choice. Q has to make up the differences somehow. Jenny, you would be going on an undercover mission. Please wait and we will brief you. Our cousins across the pond need our help", Commander Holt ordered. ********** "This is Senator Johnson.", Commander Holt started an introduction."He came to London for a conference on defence policies. Naturally, his wife came with him also. Yesterday, our intelligence units picked up a suspect with some very disturbing information. It seems someone was leaking secret defence plans to the Russians. When we looked for the source it seemed that it was being leaked from the American side. We talked with the Senator to ascertain if he had any suspicion. Then today, his wife, Anya Johnson went missing. When the senator's people searched for her, they found eavesdropping equipment. It seems the good senator's wife was the mole all along". "I can't tell you how embarrassing it is for me. We got married seven years back. She must have been spying from the beginning. I don't know what else I can do more to co-operate with you folks", the senator looked really anguished. "You can do something." This time the minister spoke. Commander Holt pulled up a photo on the projector. Jenny stared at the photo. It was a group photo of a few wealthy women standing for a pose. The woman in the centre of the photo struck Jenny as eye-pleasing. She was tall and had a mane of glorious blond hair that pooled down to her exceptionally trim back. She wore an elegant dress which – Jenny silently confessed – most women would kill to be able to walk around in public. Its tight cut and slim fit showcased the woman’s shapely and very healthy looking curves and her immense round breasts. While the gathering of women all seemed to be in possession of glorious looks and large healthy mammary, this blonde beauty seemed to stand above the lot with the biggest pair! "As you can see the lady in question has a remarkable similarity with our Agent Richards here." Commander Holt droned. "Remarkable similarity my foot! All we have in common are blonde hair, blue eyes and big tits." Jenny thought. The cabinet secretary started. "We have decided to insert Agent Richards as Anya Johnson. She will be living your missus's life. Our intention is to find out the person who is Anya Johnson's handler. We are sure, sooner or later the handler will try to contact with Agent Richards assuming her to be Anya. That’s when we will swoop down and catch him or her. Meanwhile, we will continue searching for Anya Johnson in London. With a total clampdown on suspected spy links, she will not be able to escape or contact anyone. " Commander Holt interrupted," Thankfully Mrs Johnson was a pretty private person. So, there is only a small set of people who are in regular contact with her. We have prepared dossiers on all of them. Also, with some help from our friends in Research, you would be able to pass off as Mrs Anya Johnson without arousing suspicions. But we have only two days to fit you into the role, Jenny. So, we would need your complete dedication and effort in this mission. We are counting on you, Agent Richards." "Sir, yes Sir!", Jenny cried out pushing out her considerable chest as much as she can. "I will help her as much I can. You cannot even begin to imagine how grateful I am for this help." Senator Johnson said earnestly. Chapter 3 Getting into the skin “Hello Jenny!” said Q with a broad smile. "Hi", Jenny said enthusiastically. She met with this new Q only a few times before. Last time he gave her a suppository in her pussy. It was a long and hard one. Both of them were sweaty when he finished pushing the medicine inside her. (Read Jenny and the Ubermensch Program) "Cmd. Holt told me what he wants to do. Let’s look at the work, shall we?" Q said as he pulled the projector up. He spent some time looking at Mrs Johnson photos from various angles. Finally, he looked back at Jenny. “Now drop your clothes and lay on the table Jenny...” said Q licking his lips. He was looking forward to the opportunity to carefully examine her, very carefully. Jenny obediently unbuttoned the front of her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. It was quickly followed by her lacy white bra. As she tossed it aside from her body, her huge tits spilt out and bounced free. Then she took off her jeans and thong and stood to face Q completely naked. Q paused for a moment to admire her massive well-rounded tits topped by hard dark nipples. He’d seen Jenny’s tits a quite few times in the past (in the line of duty of course), but the sight of the vast knockers never ceased to amaze him. "You would be representing this woman. Anya Johnson.", Q said as a single hi-definition photo of the senator's wife came up on the wall. "We secretly got her measurements from her tailor. She is as tall as you. So that is one headache gone. But she had her breasts enhanced. They are now bigger than yours. Also, she is not as fit as you, but that can be explained as a new diet or fitness regime. The costume department will provide the suitable haircut so that you look same. Cloths similar to her style have been procured. She talks in a Russian accent. Someone will give you some pointers so that you can fake it. That leaves only your breasts." "What about them", Jenny asked with trepidation. "Dr Deeper from the medical department needs to look at them," Q said hiding the bitter emotion in his voice. He didn't add that Dr Deeper is also his bridge partner and currently owes quite a large debt. "His office is the first office on the left behind that door. You can't miss it". Jenny dressed again and then opened the door and stepped into the rear portion of the unit. Just then the door to the office in front of her opened. A frail-looking grey-haired man in his late-60 stood in the doorway, wearing a white lab coat that extended almost to his knees. "Are you Jenny?" he asked. "Yes," Jenny replied, holding up her hand. "Come right in, Jenny," the doctor said as the buxom young woman walked past him. He closed the door, eagerly eyeing up her lush curvy body. The blonde had some meat on her bones, just the way he liked it. And that meat seemed to be in all the right places. Her breasts were huge and round, and they looked incredibly heavy and soft. Her big bum was the same, and he could see from her tight jeans that her thighs looked just as full and touchable. With her golden blonde hair, round face and full sensual lips, she reminded him of a Viking goddess. "So you're Jenny, who's going undercover?" the doctor said, closing the door behind him as his eyes flitted to Jenny’s substantial chest. "Yes sir, Dr Deeper, sir," Jenny replied, smiling nervously at the doctor. Q, after he was unable to pay his debt, had agreed to set the blonde agent up with him. He had told the doctor that the woman was incredibly naïve, but was touchingly sweet at the same time. Her answer and that smile on her face confirmed that. "Please, there's no need to be so formal. Everybody just calls me Justin, Justin Deeper." "Ok Dr Deeper. I mean, yes, Dr Justin." Smiling to himself he opened a drawer in the vanity sink unit in one corner of the room. "Why don't you take your dress off and hang it on the back of the door and then sit up on the examination table? We'll take a look at what we are working with and what I can do to help you." "Yes, Dr Justin," Jenny replied. Her first impression of the doctor was a positive one. His smile and demeanour were very sweet and comforting, just what she liked in a doctor. He seemed quite old to Jenny. Behind his knee-length lab coat, the doctor was slim and looked somewhat frail, but he had kind eyes, which Jenny liked. When she turned around and walked back over to the examination table, the doctor almost dropped the gloves in his hand. Oh fuck, are those really nice, the elderly man thought to himself as he looked at her sleeveless blouse, the powder-blue fabric stretched taut over her big round tits provocatively as they followed the swells of her voluminous breasts. Nice tits, amazingly nice tits, the doctor thought as he stepped over grabbed his tablet. Dr Deeper turned back to her. "Okay, I need to take down some standard information for your file. I have your name and your age. You are not married anymore, correct?" "Yes, Doctor." "Height?" "Five foot, six inches." "Weight?" Jenny paused, feeling flush as Dr Deeper looked her body up and down. "Uh..." "That's all right, dear. We don't need to put anything down for that right now. This is not your annual medical examination" He gave her a little wink which helped to relieve her anxiety. "Thanks, Dr Justin," Jenny replied. "I exercise regularly. I always have, and this is what I have to show for it." She gestured to her large boobs, her full round breasts straining against the tight sleeveless blouse. "Don't worry about that at all, Jenny. It's nice to see a full-bodied healthy young woman in here for a change. Between you and me, I'm sure you're in much better shape than just about all the other agents I see in here. Whether it be smoking, or drinking, or just exercising too much to build muscles; they're only hurting themselves." He paused, looking Jenny up and down appraisingly, like he was eyeing up a prize-winning mare at the state fair, looking for just the right one for his stallion to mount. His eyes rested an extra second or two on her big tits before he looked up into her questioning eyes, giving her a warm smile as he put on his best bedside manner. "No, you are much more attractive than anyone I've had in here in a long time." Jenny looked at him with surprise, her face starting to beam with happiness as she smiled. "Really? Thank you, Dr Justin. That's so nice of you to say." "Oh, no. It's been a very long time since I've seen anyone as pretty as you, Jenny. Time for the rest of your examination. Please take off your blouse and jeans. You can hang your clothes on the hooks there." "Should I leave my bra and panties on?" the busty agent asked. "For now, yes." To give Jenny some sense of privacy, Dr Justin turned his back to her as she started to undress. He stepped over to the sink area and, shielding her view of what he was doing with his body, surreptitiously slid the box of latex gloves and the jar of wooden tongue depressors on top of the counter into one of the vanity drawers. He turned to face her as he heard her slide back onto the examination table. Oh my God, those tits are amazing, he said to himself, his eyes immediately drawn to the big round spheres all but spilling out of her lacy white bra cups. Her cleavage was a mile long; her breasts pushed together and up provocatively by the heavily-structured bra she was wearing. He could see that the cups were absolutely jam-packed, her big round breasts barely contained. The swells of tit-flesh looked deliciously soft and inviting, and he could tell right away that they were totally natural. They looked perfect. The stiffening of his prick in his pants was telling him that as well. He reached for his tablet, pretending to look down at a question that he knew was not really there. "Oh yes, seeing you in your bra reminds me of a question I forgot to ask. This is the kind of information I would need for you better suit your undercover role. What is your bra size?" "Well," Jenny said demurely, "this bra is a 42GG, which I'd been wearing for quite a while. But I think I've gained a little bit up top after Dr Lungo tried to use me for breeding (Read – Jenny and the Ubermensch), so I think I might have to go up a size or two the next time I go shopping." "Yes, I can see what you mean." The doctor gulped, his filling prick now rising up on one side and heading for the waistband of his loose-fitting boxers. Barely able to tear his eyes away from her mouth-watering chest, the doctor set down his tablet and put on his stethoscope. "All right, let's check your chest...er...I mean, your heart." Standing at Jenny's side, he rubbed the stethoscope across the front of his white coat to take the chill off and then positioned it just beneath her left breast. Her skin felt deliciously soft and warm as he moved the stethoscope slightly, listening to the steady beat of her healthy heart. "Very good, now let's check your lungs." The doctor had Jenny turn slightly as he stepped up close to her back, positioning the diaphragm of the stethoscope just above her bra strap. He leaned closer, making sure he was looking down over her shoulder. "All right then, take a good deep breath and hold it." When Jenny did, her voluminous tits rose even higher as they swelled over the top edge of the packed bra cups. The bra was pulled so tight, the doctor was surprised it didn't give up the fight, snap open under the strain, and go flying across the room. "Very good," he said, moving the listening device slightly before looking over her shoulder again. "Another one. Try to take a bigger breath this time, and hold it." Jenny did as he asked, and the doctor felt himself start to sweat, his cock now an iron bar in his pants as he looked right down into that deep inviting line of cleavage, the girl's huge tits seeming to fight for freedom from the confining bra. She held the breath for a long time as he looked at her massive guns, totally spellbound. Finally, she let it out in a big gasp, her breasts settling back into position. "Perfect," the doctor said, meaning more than just the clear sound coming from her lungs. He knew if he turned the stethoscope on himself, he'd feel his old heart hammering in his chest. But he was happy, and that old ticker was pumping the blood right to his midsection, his old wizened prick now standing at full salute. "Very good, Jenny," he said, taking off the stethoscope and setting it aside. "I have to ask you to take off your bra now. Mrs Johnson's breasts were silicon enhanced. They do not move as much as natural breasts. We will put a serum in your breasts, so that mimic like enhanced breasts.” Dr Justin said distractedly. "Of course Doctor," the naive blonde said with a smile. The doctor pretended to avert his eyes as Jenny reached behind her and deftly undid her bra. She slid the shoulder straps off first, and then lowered the bra cups. As soon as she lowered her bra, the doctor coughed, as if something was stuck in his throat. "Are you all right, Dr Justin?" Jenny asked her voice full of genuine concern. Yes, I'm fine," the doctor gasped out. "Just a tickle in my throat." Oh, sweet Jesus, the doctor thought to himself as he watched the blonde’s spectacular tits settle and spread out over the full breadth of her chest. His first sight had caught him unawares, and he'd almost choked on the anxious lump that had appeared in his throat. Her breasts were tremendously full and round, perfectly shaped. The immense weight had them settling luxuriously over her chest, as only big natural breasts could. They didn't stay high and round on her chest like they'd been cut and stuck in place, as most fake breasts looked. No, her breasts were sensational. His eyes focused in on her large areolas and nipples, the sweetest shade of red he'd ever seen. Her nipples were big, and he could see them getting stiffer and swelling up once they'd been exposed to the cool air in the room. They looked like ripe cherries, just dying for someone's mouth to enjoy the lusciousness. "Now then," Dr Deeper said, once more clearing his throat, "let's just make sure there are no nasty lumps." He stepped up beside Jenny and lifted his hand, feeling himself shaking with excitement as he reached forward and cupped one huge tit. He gave it a little heft. Oh, fuck me, that's heavy, he thought to himself as he let the big boob settle in his cupping hand. He squeezed, the softness of her big tit feeling exquisite in his hand. "Unh," Jenny gave off a little groan, but the tone seemed to be more of pleasure than shock or surprise. He squeezed again, and he saw she consciously made an effort to stifle another moan, now with a guilty look on her face. "Are you all right, Jenny? I'm not hurting you, am I?" the doctor asked, sliding his hand across her body and filling his hand with her other big tit. "Uh, no, not at all. It's just that my breasts are quite sensitive. Sometimes I forget how sensitive they are." "That's all right. A lot of girls are like that," Dr Deeper lied as he gave the busty agent a comforting smile. "Really? They are?" "Oh, of course. Why don't you just relax and enjoy it? I'm afraid that with the size of your breasts, the examination is going to take longer than usual. You don't mind, do you?" He accompanied his question with a full-handed squeeze, Jenny's head tipping back as her eyelids fluttered under the sensations flowing through her. "Uh, okay," she replied timidly, her body starting to flush under the doctor's skilful hands. "That's good. A lot of women react just like you. It's perfectly natural. Just relax now while I do what I have to do. If it happens to feel good, just let yourself go. If it's easier for you, you can just close your eyes, if you like." "I...I think I will." As Jenny closed her eyes, he felt her lush curvy body seem to loosen up, his soothing words calming her. "There, that's it...just relax," the doctor said, a lecherous smile on his face as he really started to feel her up. He squeezed and kneaded the soft heavy mound, his fingertips pressing here and there as if he was checking for lumps. He moved from one breast to the next, and Jenny sat there, her eyes closed, letting him do as he wished. Time to go for it, Dr Deeper said to himself as he took his cupping hand and let his fingertips slide over the soft warm skin until he encountered her protruding nipple. With a gentle touch, he 'accidentally' let his fingertip rub over the stiff bud. "Aaahh." Jenny let out a little gasp, her full mouth opening as he looked down at her—but she made no move to push his hand away. With his imaginary fingers crossed behind his back—and a lewd smile on his face—the doctor reached for her nipple with both his thumb and forefinger, rolling it slowly between his fingertips. "Ohhhnn," Jenny let out a deep moan as her body gave off a shiver, but still, she made no move to get away from the old man's exploring hands. "I just need to check your nipples for abnormalities, Jenny," the doctor said, his cock harder than it had been in years. He was glad he had his long lab coat on, knowing his stiff prick was tenting out the front of his pants. "I'll only be a minute or two." "I understand, Doctor," Jenny replied, still not opening her eyes. "It's just that, as I said, my breasts are very sensitive." "That's fine, Jenny. Just let your body feel what it wants to. No one is judging you here." "Okay," she replied, giving off another moan and leaning against him slightly as he pinched her nipple gently, feeling it stiffen and expand even more beneath his fingertips. He moved to her other breast and gave that nipple the similar treatment, watching it turn a bright rosy-red under his touch. "Aaahh," Jenny gasped again as she breathed more raggedly, a fine sheen of perspiration appearing on her pretty face. He could feel her getting more and more aroused as he openly groped her, combining the exploration of her nipples with cupping and hefting her mouth-watering tits. She was squirming slightly now, but she still made no attempt to stop him, her eyelids remaining closed as she surrendered to his touch. "Let me apply the serum now," the doctor said, now with a lewd smirk. He reached over to a shelf next to the examination table and grabbed a bottle of serum prepared previously, pumping out a huge dollop onto his fingertips. He quickly brought his hand back, taking the stiff bud of her nipple between his lotion-coated thumb and forefinger. He rolled the hard pebble between his slippery fingertips. "OH MY," Jenny gasped, her back arching forward towards his hand. Dr Deeper smiled to himself, squeezing her nipple as he rolled it, watching her gasp and twitch beneath his touch. He moved to her other breast, quickly pumping out more serum onto his hand before taking that rosy bud between his fingertips. He had made sure to put the extra serum on his fingers, spreading it now over more of her heavy breast. He kept at this one for a couple of minutes, and then went back to the first, applying more serum before caressing the whole heavy sphere with his slippery hand. Both big round tits were glistening, her nipples glowing like wet cherries. Once he went to town on that one again, Jenny really started to squirm. "Oh, Doctor...I...I...AAAAAAAAHHH..." The blonde agent started to convulse and shake as he continued working on her tits, twitching through a spine-tingling climax. He kept tweaking her nipples as she spasmed, the fiery little buds burning against his fingers. She spasmed and shook for a long time beneath his experienced touch until, finally, the thrilling sensations waned, and she slumped against him, catching herself and sitting up, her eyes opening. The doctor let his wandering hand drop back to his side. "Dr Justin, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," Jenny said, her face flushing with embarrassment. "That's quite all right, Jenny. It's just your body's natural way of reacting to stimulus. I see it all the time in my profession." "Really?" "Of course, it happens quite often, actually," the doctor said, never having had a patient of any kind climax right before him. But the stiff rod of flesh in his pants told him he had to keep this ruse going, at least until she stopped him. He figured he'd better say something more to put her mind at ease. "You can put your bra back on if you like. We're done with this part. Your breasts would be stiff and would mimic like an enhanced one for next couple of weeks. That should be enough for the mission." He turned back to the sink and washed the remnants of the serum off his hands. "Thank you, Doctor." Jenny reached over and slipped back into her bra, securing the hooks in the wide strap before spinning it around and stuffing her tits back into the heavily-wired cups. The doctor pretended to write notes into his tablet, but he surreptitiously watched her, his cock throbbing as she fit the massive orbs beneath the shiny white satin of her bra. He was a lingerie guy, and as perfect as her breasts looked totally exposed, he loved the look of them filling that sexy bra just as much. And now, it was time to carry out the next part of the ruse that the indebted Q had told him. He opened the cupboard beneath the metal examination table and lifted out the two metal stirrups that had been in there forever. Jenny watched wide-eyed as he fit them into the end of the table. "All right, Jenny, if you would please remove your panties and place your feet in the stirrups, we can take care of the next part of the examination." He saw the surprised look on her face. "You are going undercover. We cannot have you expose your identity through an accident. Can we?" Jenny mutely wondered what sort of accident would have her exposing her pussy so that her undercover mission goes bust. But, since the good doctor was saying, he must be correct. And also, a lot of her missions end up with Jenny on her back and someone or other banging away between her open juicy thighs. The doctor turned away as Jenny stood up and shimmied out of her panties, hanging them on the hook where her bra had been before lying back on the table and lifting her feet into the stirrups. "There now, let's just take a quick look and make sure everything's as it should be," the doctor said as he sat on his rolling stool and slid into position between Jenny's widely spread legs. Oh fuck, what a gorgeous cunt, the doctor said to himself, his eyes feasting hungrily on Jenny's openly-displayed mound. Her pussy was nicely shaved, smooth as baby's bottom. And it was just like the rest of her, lush and full. "I'm sorry if it's a bit wet down there. I got a little excited when you were doing the breast examination." Jenny whispered with a red face. "That's fine, Jenny. Nothing to worry about, that's perfectly healthy," He smiled to himself as he moved even closer between her plump spread thighs and inhaled deeply, the musky warm scent of her womanly nectar wafting into his nostrils. Once the intoxicating fragrance hit his senses, it sent a jolt right to his groin. He didn't think his aged cock could have gotten any harder, but it did. Feeling his heart pounding with excitement as he stared at her mouth-watering pussy, he shook his head to bring him back to the moment. He purposely turned around and looked over his shoulder at the counter near the sink, returning his gaze back to the Jenny before speaking to her. "Oh dear, it seems as if we're out of latex gloves. I'll have to talk to Suzie about ordering more. I'm so sorry about that. But, I just thoroughly washed my hands, so I hope you don't mind if I continue with the examination." "Uh, no, I guess that would be okay." "All right, Jenny. You just lie back and relax. Feel free to close your eyes again if you like. I'll just be a minute or two." He watched as the naïve blonde laid her head back on the small pillow and closed her eyes. His view up her plump body was impressive, her full round tits gorgeously encased in her lacy white bra, the round spheres lying across the full breadth of her chest, the upper swells quivering enticingly as she settled back on the examination table. "That's a good girl. Just forget I'm even here," the doctor said as Jenny giggled. He drew his attention back to her exposed pussy. With a lecherous smile on his face, he reached forward and placed the palm of his wizened old hand against the full mound of her sex, feeling the slickness against his palm. The heat emanating from her flushed loins was incredible, the warmth flowing right through his hand and into his body, sending another pulse of blood to his already rock-hard member. He pressed down just slightly, and then moved his palm in a slow circle, her warm womanly scent drifting up around his hand. "Mmmm..." He smiled to himself as Jenny gave off a little moan, and then he moved his hand downwards, his fingertips tracing over the top of her fleshy inner lips. He slid the tip of his middle finger between the slippery petals, watching as they closed over the intruder as if trying to pull it deeper inside. He traced his finger delicately up and down, watching the pouting lips move in and out around his invading digit. He moved his finger right back over the dripping opening of her vagina, and then slowly skewered it in. "Aaah..." Jenny gave off a little gasp as his finger went deeper, her clutching vagina walls closing down around his finger. Oh fuck, yes, the doctor thought as he watched his finger get totally swallowed up inside her. He had thought her mound was hot, but those steaming oily walls inside her made him feel like he'd plunged his finger into molten lava. With his finger buried to the third knuckle, he slowly rolled it in a circle, pressing teasingly against the soft folds of flesh. "Ohnnn." Jenny let out a deep groan, he hips shifting, rolling against his exploring finger. "I'm sorry, Doctor. I forgot how sensitive I am down there too." "That's all right, Jenny. Let your body respond as it wants. Everything seems fine so far. Just relax and close your eyes," Dr Deeper replied, a lewd smile on his face as he kept his finger moving inside her. He uncurled his middle finger and slid it in next to his index finger, both fingers lined up side by side. He slowly withdrew them until just the very tips were poised at her shiny labial curtains, his fingers glistening with her warm juices. He breathed deep, loving the heady scent of her pussy juice. He slid both fingers in, and once they were buried as far as they could go, he spun them slowly around as the muscles inside her gripped down on his fingers and pulled back at him. "Aaah...aaah...aaah..." The blonde agent was gasping now as he kept his fingers working inside her. He looked up, seeing her eyes closed, but her face now glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration. Her mouth was open as she breathed raggedly, and he saw her tongue come out and circle her shiny red lips. Her breasts were heaving inside her sexy bra, her big nipples casting bold shadows as they protruded through the shiny white satin. He changed the motion of his fingers, now slowly sawing them back and forth, finger-fucking her. He could see the insides of her plump thighs quivering as her pleasure level escalated. Her knees flexed in for a second and then she rolled her legs as far out to the sides as she could, her feet still planted in the stirrups. He could see she was right on the edge, so he slipped a third finger into her, her fleshy pussy-lips circling his invading fingers in a tight grasp. He kept up his steady movement, sliding all three fingers fully in and out of her dripping cunt. "Oh...oh...OH DOCTORRRRRR," Jenny gasped loudly as she started to cum. Her wide hips were bucking up against his hand as she climaxed, her exquisite body thrashing about on the examination table. "That's fine, Jenny. Just let your body react naturally," the doctor said as he kept his fingers plunging in and out of her. Her pussy was gushing, spraying and covering his hand with her musky juices. The whole room smelled like a hot cunt, and he loved it. He could see her gripping the sides of the examination table as her orgasm continued, the big lush body twitching and shaking spasmodically. Finally, the luxurious sensations flowing through her waned, and the doctor slowed the movement of his fingers, slowly withdrawing them from her throbbing twat. As she lay there gasping, trying to recover her breath, Dr Deeper turned on his stool so his back was facing her. He brought his cum-coated hand to his face and breathed deep, letting the intoxicating scent flow through him. He turned back around just as Jenny pushed herself up on her elbows and opened her eyes. "Dr Fitz, I'm so sorry. I had no idea that was going to happen." Jenny looked mortified at what she'd done but made no move to lift her feet out of the stirrups, and there was a look deep in her blue eyes that told him she'd liked what had happened. "As I said, Jenny, those reactions are perfectly natural. Now, why don't you just lie back and close your eyes again? I'm not quite finished with this part of the examination." "You're not?" "No. I have to check the upper folds of flesh of your vagina, and a quick check of your clitoris. You do want me to make sure you will be fine, don't you?" "Yes, of course, doctor," Jenny said not even wondering why the good doctor would need to check her pussy in so much detail. She resumed her position, her head cradled on the tiny pillow, her eyes closed. The doctor slid his stool back into place between her spread thighs, her mound absolutely glistening with her flowing juices. With a salacious smile on his face and his prick still rock hard in his pants, he brought his hand back to her pretty pink pussy, putting his first two fingers together and sliding them back inside her. He smiled to himself as she wriggled her hips slightly, making sure his fingers fit just right. He could feel the muscles inside her tighten down, gripping his fingers in a wanton grasp. He moved them all around inside her, making sure they were nicely coated with her warm vaginal lubricant. He then moved them up to the top of her dripping trench, pressing the tips of his fingers against the soft folds of flesh on the roof of her vagina. "Ohhnn..." Jenny let out another throaty groan that was erotic and slutty, sending another surge of blood to his rigid erection. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this aroused, and his old cock so hard. He felt like he could pull it out and cut glass with the thing. "Just relax, Jenny," the doctor said as he began to teasingly rub his fingers over the upper walls of her sodden cunt. He looked up as she started gasping again, still not fully recovered from her previous climax. Her nipples were stiff as bullets, pushing provocatively against the satin of her bra, the upper swells of her tits jiggling as she shifted about restlessly. He pushed his fingers upward, knowing he was rubbing against the flesh on the underside of her clitoris. "Aah," she gasped, arching her back as he worked her over. He kept rubbing all around that spot as she gasped and twitched. He brought his other hand forward and slid his fingers up along the cleft of her dripping slit, wetting his fingers. He brought the tip of his index finger to her clitoris and slowly rubbed, coating it with more of her juices. "Oh my...oh...oh..." As Jenny moaned and gasped, he took her clit between his thumb and forefinger, pushing the protective sheath back and then rolling it between his fingertips, as he'd done with her nipples. The fiery bud instantly responded, the sensitive nodule stiffening even more as he rubbed it. "Oh, dear...oh dear...I...I...OH GODDDDDDDDD..." Another nerve-jangling orgasm started deep within Jenny's blisteringly-hot pussy. She gripped the sides of the table tightly as the wracking sensations overwhelmed her, her legs flexing in and out, her loins bucking up against his working hands as he took her to another shattering climax. Her head was flopping from side to side as she came, her full mouth open and gasping, her eyes closed as she surrendered herself to the delicious sensations that had taken control of her body. She came for a long time as he rubbed and tweaked her clit, her orgasm starting at the base of the sensitive button and blossoming like an atomic bomb throughout every nerve ending of her fit perfect body. Finally, she collapsed back on the examination table, her legs flopping open to each side as she lay there gasping, trying to recover her breath. With a smile on his face, the doctor turned away again. He pretended to be making notes in his tablet, but he had to reach down beneath his lab coat and adjust his dick, the turgid member pressing stiffly against the front of his pants. "Doctor, I...I don't know what to say," Jenny said apologetically as she lifted herself onto her elbows, her generous chest still heaving in her bra as her breathing slowly returned to normal. "No need to say a word, Jenny. It's nice to see a young woman whose body reacts the way it should. Yes, that part of the examination went very well, I'd say. There are no problems at all there. Now, there are just a couple more things we need to do before we're done. You can dress now" Jenny silently dressed as the doctor avoided his eyes. "Very good," the doctor said as he took the small pillow from the head of the examination table and placed it on the floor. "If you could just get on your knees there we can start with the next part of the examination." "Okay," Jenny said obediently, kneeling on the little cushion and facing the doctor. Oh fuck, she is so gorgeous. And just look at that perfect mouth, Dr Deeper said to himself as he stepped closer to the kneeling girl, happy that his lab coat covered the obvious protrusion beneath. "Jenny, this next part may seem a little strange to you, but this part is necessary for me to clear you for your job. Again, if it makes you feel more comfortable, you might want to close your eyes." "Um, okay." Jenny compliantly closer her eyes, her face turned up towards him, her lovely features nicely on display in the brightly-lit room. Jesus, I'd like to take her home and examine her like this every day, the doctor thought to himself as he looked at her gorgeous sexy face, that perfect cock-sucking mouth calling out to him. He reached forward and took her pretty face in his hands, running his fingers along the soft skin of her jawline. "Very good. I just need to check your jaw from behind now. There were some concerns that Mrs Johnson's jawline is different from you. I need to check it in more detail." He stepped around until he was standing behind her kneeling form, reached forward with his hands and massaged the soft skin of her jaw and neck, making sure he leaned forwards in order to see right down inside her jam-packed bra. Her tits looked amazing; the massive swells pushed together and up erotically by her heavily-wired bra. Her cleavage was dark, deep, and a mile long. Continuing to look down at her massive tits, he traced his fingers along her soft young skin, running his fingertips down along her jaw and close to her pouting mouth. He smiled to himself as she gave off another little moan when he briefly touched her lips, her chest heaving as she started to breathe raggedly again. After letting his fingers rub gently along her exposed neck and the sides of her face, he moved back in front of her, knowing it was now or never. "Now slowly open and close your mouth for me please, Jenny." As the young girl did, he moved his fingertips back along her jaw as it opened and closed, pretending to be checking it. The inside of her mouth looked hot and inviting, and he couldn't resist saying what he did next. "Very good. Now could you form your mouth into an 'O-shape' for me, please?" He smiled to himself as she instantly obeyed, her full red lips forming into a perfect enticing oval that made his cock lurch in his pants once more. He felt his heart pounding and knew he couldn't take much more of being in this sexy young woman's presence without either blowing his load or having a heart attack—preferably the first. "All right, Jenny. That's very good. I just need to check inside your mouth now. This may be a bit uncomfortable, so you should probably keep your eyes closed for this part." He paused as she nodded in response. He turned away from her and quietly undid his lab coat as he continued to speak. "Now, where are those tongue depressors?" He slid his zipper down quietly and reached into the opening of his boxers, drawing his stiff prick out through the opening, the engorged head a brilliant scarlet, the tip dripping precum. "Hmm, it looks like we're out of tongue depressors too. I'll have to talk to Suzie about that. Oh well, I've got something else that should work just as well." He turned back to the young girl kneeling obediently before him, her eyes still closed, her face turned slightly upwards. He wrapped his hand around his surging cock and moved forward, aiming the enflamed knob at her perfect mouth. "Okay, Jenny, can you form your mouth into that 'O-shape' for me again, please?" Jenny quickly complied, opening her mouth, giving him the enticing target he wanted. "Okay, I just have to check the back of your throat now. Just relax...just relax..." As he finished speaking, he slid his red-hot prick into her mouth. Her eyes closed, she didn't pull away. "That's the way. Just close your eyes closed while I check to make sure your mouth is in good working order." Jenny did as he asked, keeping her eyes closed as she continued to suck. He smiled to himself as her hand came up and wrapped itself around the base of his prick, pumping it towards her mouth as she sucked ravenously. "Mmm...mmm..." She was purring like a kitten now, really getting into it as she slobbered all over his hard old cock, drops of saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth and dangling from his glistening cock-shaft. Suddenly her eyes flew open, but she didn't pull away. It was quite the opposite, her lips quickly closed down on his cock and she started to suck, her cheeks caving in to envelop his prick in a hot wet sheath. She swirled it all around his invading prick, bathing it with her hot saliva. Oh fuck, that mouth is hotter and better than I ever imagined, the doctor said to himself as Jenny sucked feverishly, her lips and tongue working enthusiastically on his stiff old member. He could tell by her constant moaning and enthusiastic behaviour that she absolutely loved what she was doing. That turned him on just as much as the feel of her hot mouth and looking at her gorgeous face and fit a curvy body. "Mmm," she moaned deeply, her mouth vacuuming away at his cock like there was no tomorrow. He felt his aged balls start to draw up close to his body, and it had been so long since he'd come, he knew she was going to get a big load. She sucked in her cheeks again as she bobbed back and forth, the hot flesh inside her mouth embracing him in a hot buttery sheath. He'd been primed for so long now, that that was all it took. He felt those tell-tale contractions in his midsection as the semen started to speed up the shaft of his cock. He was too overcome to even think of something to say, so he just went with his feelings and said nothing as his rigid erection went off in her mouth, a massive rope of cum rifling from the tip deep into her hot sucking mouth. "Aaaaaahhh," he gasped as the first rope hit the back of her mouth. She didn't flinch or hesitate—if anything—she seemed to suck even more voraciously. A second volley of cum burst forth, quickly followed by a third and fourth. His poor heart was pounding away in his wizened chest but he kept coming, flooding her mouth with a huge load of old-man semen. "Mmmm..." He heard her coo and saw her neck muscles contract as she swallowed, pulling his jizz deep into her stomach. His cock kept spewing wad after wad into her mouth, the excess now leaking from the corners of her mouth in milky rivulets. Her hand kept pumping, the heel of her hand bumping up against her pursed lips as she continued to bob up and down, enthusiastically sucking as much cum out of the old man as she could. The doctor was shaking and thought he might collapse as his cock kept bucking in her mouth, spurt after spurt of thick cum sluicing over her tongue and splashing her tonsils. He couldn't believe the torrents of spunk flooding her mouth, but she took every creamy drop, swallowing again and again. The intense sensations finally dwindled, and he leaned back against the examination table, his sunken old chest heaving, his aged heart pounding like a jackhammer. But he never felt so happy in his entire life. "Mmmm..." Jenny purred again as she stopped sucking, but continued nursing tenderly at the tip of his cock, drawing out the last slimy dregs of his semen. He simply stood and watched her, totally in awe of this young blonde girl who'd sucked him better than he could ever remember. As his breathing slowly returned to normal, Jenny slipped her lips off the head of his cock and licked his shaft clean, drawing away the dangling gobs of saliva and cum that had seeped out of her working mouth. She sat back and looked at his semi-hard member hungrily, her tongue sweeping out to lick around her puffy lips, making sure she got the last of his semen. "I...I'm sorry, Dr Justin. I don't know what comes over me when I get a cock in my mouth. I can't help it, something just seems to take control and I can't stop myself. I hope you're all right.” Jenny said looking crestfallen. "Oh Jenny, I'm better than all right. I can't begin to tell you how much pleasure you've given to this old man." "Mrs Justin doesn't do that for you?" "Oh no, dear. I can't remember the last time anything like that happened. That was just about the most incredible experience I've had in all of my sixty-eight years." Smilingly, Jenny helped him back into his pants, doing up the zipper and fastening his belt. He was so wiped out, so blissfully drained, that he could hardly move. When she finished dressing, he was barely able to shuffle over to the old couch sitting against one wall of the room. "Jenny, could you turn the light off on your way out? I just need to take a quick nap," he said, lying down on the couch, sleep overtaking him as soon as his head hit the pillow. "See you next time," Jenny whispered quietly, flicking off the light and closing the door behind her. With a bellyful of cum and a contented smile on her face, she straightened her jacket and turned on her heel, eager to start off on a new adventure. Chapter 4 Happy to be gay 36000 feet in the sky, Jenny was reading through her dossier to prepare for her undercover role when she felt Mr Johnson coming towards him. She closed the file and looked up. "Hello dear. Time for a chat?” Mr Johnson said smiling. "Sure honey", Jenny replied keeping in her character and talking to her pretend husband. "I made sure no one can overhear us. There are a few things that you need to know. Perhaps you have read in my file. I am gay." "Go on", Jenny replied in a low voice confirming that it was indeed in his file. "I discovered my sexuality after I became a preacher. You can imagine that it was very difficult for me to come out being from a deeply conservative section of society. I married Anya just to pretend that everything is normal. But we had our different bedrooms. I never interfered in her life and in turn she made sure I kept my social position intact." "Ok". "This is difficult to say. Um...I did not know her at all it seems. I will provide all the help and support you need. But please help me out here Jenny." The senator said with pleading eyes. "Don’t worry Mr Senator. Your secret is safe with me", Jenny smiled encouragingly. "Thanks. I will let you rest now." Jenny nodded thanks and tried to read the short cheat sheet that she had copied to cope with her very short briefing and training. 1. Talk with a Russian accent. Since there are no Russians around; no one should be suspicious - easy 2. Do not deviate from Mrs Johnson's normal routine. Do not try doing that she won’t. Do whatever she did with exact repetition - moderately easy 3. Dress exactly like Mrs Johnson. Since she was essentially a trophy wife, she was thoroughly photographed. Also, she dressed pretty conservatively - Easy 4. Stick to the same characters that she interacted with. Her assistant, gym trainer, yoga teacher and maid. These people could not be interviewed as one of them could be the enemy agent. Here, Jenny has to improvise. Her trainers have taught her a few phrases which would help her. - Difficult 5. Try to fish for information without arousing suspicion. - Very difficult. There was another sheet with the names and details of all the servants in the senator's house. Jenny was by then too tired and fell asleep without reading further. Jenny jolted awake when the plane landed. In a panic, she remembered that she is supposed to be someone else. After furtively checking around she stood up to check herself. Mrs Anya Johnson was a well-dressed celebrity. Jenny was wearing her long grey skirt, which reached below her knees and a stylish jacket which was buttoned down the front. She looked fabulous and more confidently, she did not feel that she is just a step away from being exposed. When she left the plane, few photographers took her pictures for the news websites which were soon updated with the headline 'Glamorous Mrs Johnson returns from Europe'. And a few discreet phone calls were placed.