The Secrets of Agents Ch. 01

The Secrets of Agents

Under Covers: Spy Exposes Honeypots

By

Ricki Rossi

© Ricki Rossi 2026

FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

(because I know how much you like to watch)

The following report is top secret.

The alleged author can neither confirm nor deny

the veracity of events,

the accuracy of locations,

or the identity of persons mentioned in this report.

Category: Group Sex

Tags: Domination, Submission, Public, Exhibitionist, Voyeurism, Dirty Talk, Group, Tied Up, ENF

The Secrets of Agents

Chapter 01:

Will's Freedom Meets Destiny's Fate

My new bride and I had landed on the less-visited Hawaiian island of Moloka'i on a hot and humid afternoon. We found our hotel, ate dinner, and returned to our suite. After a hectic few days of the rehearsal dinner, the wedding, and extensive travel, we were exhausted. We decided to heed the advice of the sign at the exit of the tiny airport: "Aloha. Slow down. This is Moloka'i. Mahalo." We got settled in the hotel room and promptly fell asleep.

We woke up refreshed, and eager to begin our honeymoon in an appropriately energized frame of mind. We drove to Pala'au State Park to see Kaule o Nanahoa, a phallic-shaped boulder that, according to local lore, Hawaiian women would visit to pray for fertility. To our surprise, we were the only ones there. I watched her backside as we made the short pilgrimage through the woods and found several scattered boulders, one of which was obviously the five-foot tall penis-shaped boulder that we sought.

"It's rock hard," I observed with a sly smile.

"I wish I had married someone that size," she one-upped me.

"Well, perhaps you should have prayed to Haumea, the god of fertility."

In response, she placed her hands on either side of the massive cock head, and closed her eyes for a moment. I watched her lips move as she murmured a prayer to the god. Then, she kissed the stone's tip with puckered lips. When she opened her eyes, she smiled, took me by the hand and led me off-trail, deeper into the forest.

When we were out of sight of the tourist attraction, she turned to me and answered my earlier question, "Yes, I prayed for fertility. Now, let's see if Haumea will answer my prayers."

She clasped my head in her hands just like she had done with the cock-rock, and pulled my face down to kiss me. It was a sweet, soft kiss, at first, but it gradually transformed into a more sensual and enthusiastic kiss, the longer it lasted. Soon, we were making out like newlyweds on their honeymoon should and I could tell that she was getting as turned on as I was. Haumea would have been pleased.

We both began to breathe more heavily as our lips slid over each other's. Our tongues probed and slithered inside each other's mouths. She licked my teeth and I nibbled on her lower lip, biting it enough to make her flinch, but not enough to wound her. She yipped in surprise, and then groaned in satisfaction.

My hands slid down her back to her ass. I grasped her butt cheeks and squeezed the soft flesh.

She moaned into my mouth and raked her fingers across my scalp, desperately grasping at my short hair.

My fingers worked their way under her light sundress, slid up the backs of her thighs, and began to slip inside her panties. I wanted her right here, right now. I found her labia, and traced the slit from top to bottom. Her skin was soft, warm, and already moist. She was as ready as I was.

She pulled back enough to place a little space between our lower torsos, though her breasts continued to press against my chest, and she continued to kiss me with her soft lips. Her hands, which had been running through my hair and holding my face, traveled down my shoulders, trailed down my chest, and wedged between my belt and my shirt. Then, she unfastened my buckle, and unbuttoned my shorts. She pushed them down my hips, and they fell to the ground. She rubbed my protruding bulge through my underwear and moaned as she felt the growing swell hidden beneath the fabric. Then, she pulled my briefs down to my thighs and my erection sprang forward. She grasped my shaft in her fingers and giggled.

"Well, it's not as large as Kaule o Nanahoa, but it'll do."

"Oh, so now that you've felt a BBC--Big Boulder Cock--you've become a size queen?"

We both laughed at our own absurd teasing. We kissed again, transforming from silliness to amorous once again.

"I want you," I said, looking into her eyes.

"Then take me," she answered. "I'm yours. You can have me any way you want me.

I pulled her panties down to her ankles, and she stepped out of them. I turned her around by her shoulders. We stood facing a tree. I pushed her toward the trunk and she grabbed hold of the bark to steady herself. I pulled her dress down to her hips. I grasped her boobs from behind and held them, my hands like the cups of her brassiere. I rolled and pinched her nipples, while she moaned.

I bent her over as she held on to the tree. I pulled her short sundress over her hips and down to her ankles, revealing her plump ass, her cheeks separated by deep cleavage.

I rubbed my hard erection along her ass crack. A pearlescent dollop was leaking from my tip, leaving a clear, shiny trail along the crevice between her fleshy globes.

We were both breathing deeply in knowing anticipation.

Finally, she couldn't wait any longer. "Stick it in me. I need your dick, baby. Give it to me now. Put your hard cock inside my eager pussy."

I grasped my dick in my right hand, and pulled a cheek to the side with the other to open her entrance. Her labia were glistening brightly in the shafts of tropical sunlight that shone through the canopy. I groaned deeply as I lined my stiff pole up with her wet hole. I pushed my hips forward, until my spongy head made contact with her soft folds.

She whimpered, involuntarily.

I pushed forward slowly, my flared head sliding into her feminine softness, disappearing into her hole. Her slick, swollen, red lips enveloped my head in her wet glory.

She held her breath, as I inched forward, her pussy swallowing my entire shaft.

She exhaled and moaned simultaneously as I bottomed out, firmly ensconced inside her warm, wet womb. I began to stroke in and out slowly, our breathing keeping pace with the gradually quickening thrusts. Soon, I was grabbing her hips tightly, pulling her back into me and slamming into the soft cushions of her fleshy buttocks. The slapping sound of my groin against her ass grew louder and louder the harder, I thrust into her.

Her satisfied moans soon turned into frantic whimpers, contrasting with my low grunts in a primal chorus of lust. As the orgasms began to well up from deep inside each of us, I lost the ability to talk, while she couldn't refrain from screaming excited exclamations of dirty cheerleading.

"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me with that hard cock! Oh, yeah, just like that! Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yes! Give it to me! I want to feel you squirt in my pussy! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Oh, yeah! Ahhh!

Finally, our orgasms hit simultaneously, like parallel explosions. "Ungh! Unh! Unh! Uh! Ahhh! Uh! Mmmmm..."

*****

"Uh, mmm... hello?" a saccharine voice inquired, surprising me out of my memories.

"Huh? What?"

"I said, 'Hey there, handsome. Could you use a little company?'"

"Oh. Uh, sorry. I was daydreaming about something. I apologize. I didn't hear you."

All afternoon, I had been reminiscing about recent events in my life, gazing at the surf breaking in the distance, and hadn't noticed the woman approach where I was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window in the bar.

It'd only been a week since I took early retirement, and I guess I was already beginning to let my guard down. Before, I had always maintained a strict discipline of being hyper-aware of my surroundings. To realize that I had slipped was probably a good sign in the long run, but at that moment, it did make me feel somewhat uneasy that I had been so preoccupied that I hadn't noticed her.

Still, that was no reason to be impolite.

"Are you speaking to me?" I answered.

She smiled sweetly. "Yes, I am. I noticed you sitting here by yourself. You looked a little lonely, so I thought maybe you wouldn't mind if I joined you."

She was gorgeous, the kind of woman that if I didn't remember her pretty face--which I had trained myself to do--I would certainly remember her alluring body. Out of habit, I began to commit her features to memory--her straight sandy blonde hair hung to her nipples, and was parted down the middle. She had a spray of freckles across the bridge of a small, button nose, sparkling eyes, and rosy cheeks. Her womanly figure was curvy, with large breasts, a slim waist, and wide hips.

She was dressed to seduce in a tight, midnight blue mini-dress that highlighted her voluptuous figure. My eyes lingered a little too long on her deep cleavage. I momentarily felt guilty about ogling her breasts before realizing that I didn't need to feel that pang of culpability any more. For the first time in years, I was free to gaze where I wanted to without the worry of getting in trouble at home.

I shifted my attention back to the present social interaction. "I'm sorry. Do we know each other?"

She had caught me staring at her breasts and grinned. Her expression indicated that she was pleased, rather than offended at my indiscretion.

"Not yet." Her tone was suggestive. She cocked her hip to one side, and smiled flirtatiously. "But if we spend a little time together, I'm sure we'll get along rather well."

After a career spent being compulsively vigilant, I was habitually wary of being approached by strangers, especially potential honeypots, who would try to weaponize sex appeal to compromise undisciplined agents.

I looked around the bar and the adjacent restaurant. Aside from the woman talking to me, there was only one other customer--a cute raven-haired woman sitting at the bar, wearing a sheer-white coverup over a bright red bikini. The brunette waitress, in a fitted tank-top and a miniskirt, was cleaning glasses behind the bar. I was out of the game, so I was an unlikely target at this point. In the spirit of all the major changes in my life this past week, I decided to take a risk and find out what this beautiful woman was all about.

"Sure," I answered. "Why not? I could use a little companionship." I gestured to the empty chair opposite me. "Please, join me. Have a seat."

The woman sat down and scooted her chair closer to the small, round table in front of the plate-glass window overlooking the white sand beach. In the distance, the surfers bobbed up and down, as the crests and troughs of endless waves peeled around the lighthouse on the point.

"I'm Destiny."

I stuck out my hand.

"I'm sure you are."

She giggled. "And you are?"

"I'm, uh... I'm Will."

"Are you sure, 'Will'?" She laughed. "You don't sound too certain of that."

The truth was that I wasn't sure which name to use. I was struggling to overcome a decades-long practice of using aliases, and to finally use my real name.

"To be honest," I sighed, "I guess I'm not too sure who I am at the moment. But, yes, my name really is Will. It's nice to meet you, Destiny. Can I buy you a drink?"

"Yes, that would be nice, Will, or whatever your name is. I'll have a blended margarita with salt on the rim."

I summoned the brunette waitress--also a stunner with an incredible figure. She and I had been flirting most of the afternoon. I had been the only customer in the place since the lunch-time crowd left, but she toned it down, seeing that a woman had joined me. I ordered a margarita for Destiny and a fresh bourbon on the rocks for myself.

"Do you find her attractive?"

"Excuse me?"

"The waitress. Do you think she's cute?"

"Well, sure. I suppose so."

"Come on. She's got a pretty face, has thick, luscious hair, her boobs are stretching her tight top, and I'm sure you noticed that tiny skirt that is pulled taut over her round ass. What's not to like?"

"When you put it that way..."

"Plus, she was blatantly eyeing you when I walked in."

"Well, she's a waitress and I'm her customer. She knows how to earn a good tip."

"Believe me, I'm very aware of what it takes to earn good tips. Relax, Will. You don't need to deny it. I think she's hot, too."

I nodded in agreement. "Okay, then yes, I do find her very attractive."

"I thought so."

There was an awkward pause. We smiled uneasily at each other. I averted my eyes and looked out the window.

She asked, "Is there anything else you find attractive?"

"Well, it's an undeniably gorgeous view, isn't it?" I gestured out the window.

She nodded at the people in their bathing suits at the beach below the bar. "Yes, it's lovely."

I laughed to myself because I was looking back at Destiny, my eyes drawn to her voluptuous figure. "Beautiful," I agreed.

"So, Will," she began, looking back at me. She smiled when she caught me once again looking at her. Enjoying the attention, she continued, "What brings you to Santa Cruz?"

Though I was well-versed in assuming deceptive identities and well-rehearsed in selling convincing alibis, I opted to go with the uncomfortable truth.

"Well, Destiny, that is kind of a long story. How much time do you have?"

"Oh." She looked surprised, like she'd been expecting superficial banter, but made a rapid effort to recover and flash an endearing smile.

It was unlikely that even a rookie would allow herself to be so unguarded with their emotions. I decided she wasn't a threat at all--just a well-meaning civilian. Just then, the waitress appeared with our drinks.

"Well, I haven't even taken my first sip yet, so I suppose I have at least until the bottom of this glass. Hopefully, longer." She held up her drink. "Cheers, Will."

"Cheers, Destiny."

We toasted, sipped, and set our glasses on the table.

She leaned forward, eager to listen.

"Well, Destiny, I'm going to tell you something that I haven't told anyone in about two decades."

"What's that?"

"The truth."

"Are you saying that you've been lying to people for twenty years?" She looked both shocked and dubious.

"Yes, I have."

"Why on earth would you spend so much time lying to people?"

"I am a professional liar. Or, at least, I was."

"You get paid to lie to people? I didn't know that lying was a job description. What kind of career requires dishonesty?" She laughed. "Be honest now."

That coaxed a smile out of me.

"There are lots of jobs for professional liars. Advertisers, politicians, actors... they are all paid to lie to people."

"Are you one of those? You don't strike me as a false advertiser. Your eyes are too kind for that. Nor do you come across as a sleazy politician, because your voice sounds too genuine. But you are very handsome; are you an actor?"

"You might say that."

"Well, I am just guessing. What might you say? Have I seen you in anything?"

"No, you wouldn't ever see me if I did a good job. And I always do a good job. Or, at least I did."

"Uh-oh. Did you screw up and lose your job?"

"No, unfortunately, I was very good at my job. Too good, in fact."

"You're being rather cryptic, Will. Are you an actor, or not?"

She seductively licked the salt on the rim of her glass, pursed her lips, and took a sip.

"No. I'm a spy."

She choked on her drink and set her glass down too hard, spilling a few drops on the table. She quickly dabbed it up with her cocktail napkin. "A spy?!"

Out of habit, I looked around to see who might have overheard. I thought.