The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 69 - The Spy Who Bedded Me

London, October 1937

“You are in no position to make any demands,” Forbes laughed.

“Oh yes I am!” Miss Spiteful smacked the palm of her right hand on the table top. “Everything that you have said before was rubbish. You might have been concerned that I was in a position to embarrass your royalty but you have found out enough about me to know that I would not. If you really believed that I was a spy or an agent provocateur we would not be having this conversation here. I would be in prison or on a boat back to Germany. No, you need my help so much that you have resorted to threats and blackmail to get it. I am certainly in a position to tell you what I want in return.”

Forbes face showed his struggling emotions before he sat back and waved his hand wearily. “Alright, let’s hear them before I say no.”

“First of all,” Miss Spiteful held up the little finger of her right hand. “No one must ever know about my involvement. Not only my life would be endangered but my parents and my friends back in Germany would be killed.”

“Of course,” Forbes looked pained. “At most, only three people in the Service above me would know and nothing will appear in Bradshaw’s file. You will not be required to appear in court.”                 

“Second,” the next finger went up. “I want Herr Hoover to be informed that I am not a threat to the United States of America. I do not want the FBI frightening away prospective customers in New York.”

Forbes sighed and shifted uncomfortably but nodded. “That can be arranged.”

“Third,” Miss Spiteful lowered her hand without bothering to raise her middle finger. “As you know, a friend of her mine is pregnant. The father is Jeremy Finch-Wardle, who is refusing to acknowledge or provide for the unborn child. He also happens to be a successful drug dealer with crafty lawyers and the local police in his pocket.”

Miss Spiteful paused but Forbes did not look at all surprised so she continued.

“I know where and when he is planning to supply a large amount of dangerous drugs and I want you to arrange for him to be arrested in possession of those drugs.”

“I cannot do that!” Forbes shook his head as he protested. “I have no powers of arrest and drugs are nothing to do with me.”

“But I am sure that you know some honest policemen who will not tip Finch-Wardle off and would be pleased to put an end to his activities. Anyway, I do not want him to go to prison.”

Forbes frowned but said nothing.

“What I want, in exchange for any charges being dropped, is for Finch-Wardle to admit to being the father and pay for the baby’s upbringing and education. We can work all the details out later but he must also make a full confession about his drug dealing and his suppliers. That should keep your police happy and make sure that he keeps his end of bargain, otherwise a copy will go to my friend, the editor of The News of the World. I am sure that the parents of the many sons and daughters whose lives he has ruined would want to take their revenge on him if the story gets published.”

Forbes’s jaw had dropped and he was momentarily speechless. ”My superiors would never agree, the Service could never be associated with anything like that.”

“Well do not tell them!” Miss Spiteful’s voice was at her most authoritative. “This demand is not negotiable. Do not tell me that your security service has never been involved in anything underhand. You have just tried to coerce me into working for you.”

 “I’ll see what I can do. The boys in Special Branch will know who I can trust in the Met. This could cost me my job if it goes wrong or gets out.” Forbes shook his head in resignation. “Anything else?”

Miss Spiteful smiled coyly and let her gown slip down off her shoulder to reveal her milk white breasts resting in the black lacy cups of her basque.

“One final thing,” she purred. “I want you to sleep with me here, tonight.”

Forbes almost went over backwards on his chair.

“You are mad!” he shouted. “I’m a married man.”

“Really,” Miss Spiteful turned sideways on her chair and stretched one long black booted and black stockinged leg. “I notice that you did not say happily married. This is going to be a one off, so who will know? If she cares, your wife will think that you are working and surely your office is not having you watched. I’m not going to boast about it. I can see that you find me attractive and it will help seal our agreement.”

Instead of refusing point blank, Forbes sat silent for time, the only noise in the room coming from Miss Spiteful rubbing her stockinged thighs together.

Forbes suddenly stood up, a determined look on his face and Miss Spiteful’s heart sank, thinking that she had overplayed her and he was going to leave. Instead he walked round the table, wrenching his tie knot open and then, standing over Miss Spiteful, grasped her by her shoulders and lifted her to her feet.

“Fuck it! Fuck them! Fuck her! I’m going to fuck you!” he exclaimed and then crushed his lips against Miss Spiteful’s.

The pair inched across the floor towards Miss Spiteful’s bedroom, scrabbling and even tearing at each others clothes so that by the time Forbes threw her on her back across her bed, they were both naked. Miss Spiteful, swinging her legs so that they hung over the edge of the bed was excited to see that Forbes’s already swollen and rampant penis, while not the longest that she had encountered, was certainly the thickest, the overstretched foreskin peeling back to reveal a huge purple helmet. She squealed with delight and pain as, bracing his feet on the floor and his hands either side of her head, Forbes thrust his member between the lips of her labia. Not since the night that she had lost her virginity to Lembit had Miss Spiteful had that irrational fear that her vaginal passage was not big enough to accommodate the male sexual organ penetrating her but she momentarily panicked again as the waves of pleasure swept over her body. If anyone, it was Forbes who seemed to have the greatest release of pent up frustration and emotion when they both climaxed a little while later and he barely seemed to notice Miss Spiteful’s animal howling in his ear and her heels drumming on the floor.

Later that night, after a suitable period of recovery, it was Forbes’s turn to lie on his back while Miss Spiteful knelt astride his waist and impaled herself on his erect and thick phallus.

“That book”, Miss Spiteful gasped as she began raising and lowering her hips, her vagina muscles gripping his penis to prevent it slipping out.

“What book?” Forbes grunted in astonishment and then screamed as Miss Spiteful’s fingernails raked through the tangle of fair hairs on his chest. 

“Bradshaw’s cypher book, the one that you wanted to know about. His key!” Miss Spiteful dug her nails in to Forbes’s pectoral muscles to get his attention and his sweat soaked head jerked up from the counterpane.

“Well I know what it is,” Miss Spiteful shouted as her body started to spasm. “I arrived early one day when he was finishing writing one of those reports and it was on his desk with a big German dictionary. When he went next door to tell his secretary, Pandora, to telex it to Amsterdam I picked the book up and started reading it. There were pencil marks all over the pages and he tore it out of my hands when he saw me looking in it and said that it belonged to Pandora. I know however, that he keeps in it in his briefcase and takes it everywhere with him. That’s why your men have never been able to find it in his house. I only looked in it because anything about America interests me and I went out and bought a copy for myself the next day.”

“For God’s sake woman, what it is it called?” Forbes groaned,

Miss Spiteful paused with her buttocks resting on his thighs and wiggled her hips, making them both shudder and she felt Forbes’s penis begin to throb and pulse deep inside her.

“’Gone with the wind’ by Margaret Mitchell, published by Macmillan and company; First edition, 1936,” she panted. “I loved it; I hear that Hollywood is going to make one of the biggest films ever from it.”

“My God,” Forbes whimpered as another convulsion racked his body. “My wife has got that book; I’ve even looked through it,”

“Well, aren’t you going to rush off right away and find a copy so that you can start deciphering Bradshaw’s messages?” Miss Spiteful asked coyly, flicking wet coils of copper hair away from her eyes. Then her back arched and she started to howl as Forbes closed his eyes and thrust upwards with his hips.

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”  



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