The British Ambassador's Secretary in Libya

THE BRITISH AMBASSADOR’S SECRETARY IN LIBYA

Lady Patricia was just finishing up a full month of paid leave at home with her daddy and his aging hounds. Her mother had long disappeared into the North with some traveling jewelry salesman with dodgy connections. In all honesty, it did not seem that her father was cognizant of her absence even though it had occurred several months prior. She would have thought the empty chair at dinnertime would have given the older man at least some clue.

Several times during her sojourn at home, her still-handsome parent wandered into her bedroom in the silence of the disapproving mansion and softly entered her from the rear, sticking his long thick rod right up into her heated flanks bringing back memories of her 16 th birthday party and the first time he had introduced her to the joys of anal copulation. She was loath to dissuade him from his nocturnal adventures because admittedly it did fill a void of unfulfilled desire and much needed release. Patricia remembered the many times she had fallen asleep in this very bed with a load of her father’s cum seeping back out of her battered brown eye.

Her many adventures in the Balkans, in Cairo, and other various parts of the often dangerous world always seemed a little bit safer with the familiar feel of a hard throbbing cock buried in her fundament.

She remembered the horny Marines in Venice and the romantic nights in Livorno under a moonlit sky.

Her next assignment was fraught with danger, but she would welcome it after the long visit in the quiet English countryside. Her only other liaison whilst on holiday was with another aged friend of her father. The Colonel was long retired and totally lacking in family or funds, but he had the fantastic quality of being able to make her laugh and she found that to be the best quality of all.

The highlight of her visit home was when the Colonel had actually saddled her naked back in the middle of his fluffy white carpet and used his riding whip to make her take very tight turns around all of the antique furniture. After that display of male control, he proceeded to take her anally on all fours allowing the servants to view her submission with much amusement. Then, he led her on a leash up the stairs for bath to wash her “dirty bottom”. The laughter of the servants rang in her ears forcing tears of humiliation to her eyes. It was the best present the Colonel had ever given her and she loved him dearly for his inventiveness.

Patricia had not received a new assignment as yet and she considered calling the home office for some direction when a telegram arrived in the middle of the day. The message was quite brief but those things always were that way and merely said, “Report to briefing center at 8AM for instructions on Libyan deployment. Remember limit of two bags. You are assigned special duty under Sir Anthony Tremaine for period of 12 months. Official Secrets Act applies.”

Patricia remembered meeting Sir Anthony at a dinner party in Cairo on a recent assignment and that she had thought him a very dour and disagreeable person indeed. At least there was a chance for some excitement considering all of the turmoil in the Middle East lately.

On the night prior to her departure, her father called her into the study for last goodbyes. He instructed her to stretch across his lap for her final spanking. He always gave her a good one before each dangerous assignment. It had become something of a ritual and never failed to make her pussy juice wet her knickers. This time, however, the older man told her, “take the knickers down; this will be a skin-to-skin spanking, dear!”

Her heart was beating fast now and she wiggled on his lap trying to place his erection right onto the nice spot of her damp pussy mound. He started with a hard blow to her left cheek that brought a startled cry of protest to her lips.

“That means 5 extra, love. Now open your legs a little, Daddy wants to see his Patricia’s pussy.”

This was a new situation for her but she hastened to comply. The spanking was the hardest her father had ever given to her. She was panting with sexual frustration and gyrating like a silly schoolgirl on his stiff cock the entire time. When he was quite finished, she slid to the carpet and raised her bottom for his final inspection. The insertion of two fingers into her pulsating brown eye signaled his desire to use that opening to relieve the pain of his extended erection.

The weight of her father’s body pressed her face forward into the carpet and she felt her sphincter stretch wide to accommodate the older man’s sturdy cock deep inside her clutching rectum. By this time her pussy was squirting clear liquid down the inside of her quaking legs.

The sounds of her father grunting his enjoyment of her anal impalement triggered her into a pleasurable orgasm that make her heart-shaped bottom vibrate with emotion. Her parent was unable to forestall his ejaculation and he shot a copious load deep inside her heated fundament. She purred like a little kitten lapping up milk under the kitchen table.

“Take that with you to remember me by, love!”

Patricia walked gingerly up to her bedroom and slept soundly without interruption the entire night.

With two bags packed with all of her necessities, Patricia received her final instructions and went directly to the airport for her flight. They would be landing in a neighboring country and then an embassy vehicle would transport her and two other new employees to the main embassy in Tripoli. Apparently, the situation on the ground made the airport difficult at the present moment.

They had two sleek black cars waiting in Tunis and each car sported a pair of “Security personnel” as well as a translator-driver of local origin. The other two employees were in the second car and she was alone in the first car. They had seemed overwhelmed since this was their first assignment and both were fresh from university with little, if any, experience under their belt. The tiny female was called Alice and she could not remember her last name. Patricia always tried to remember first names of persons she would be addressing thusly and, conversely, tried to remember last names of those she would be working for. The other new employee was a bespectacled young man from Oxford who would be working in the communications section. His name was Harry Reed and she remembered the entire name because she was not quite sure exactly where he fell into the embassy “pecking order”.

The ride to Tripoli was uneventful except for a “near-miss” accident that did not involve either vehicle. Her quarters were “temporary” and she was glad to hear that because it was decidedly tiny and totally inadequate for an Ambassador’s secretary. At least the sheets were clean and the bathroom was spotless. She recognized several faces from other previous assignments and fell into the familiar routine of briefing and orientation which never seemed to change no matter where one found oneself.

A knock on her door after dinner roused her from a sleepless lie-down and she was surprised to see young Harry Reed carrying two glasses in his hands.

“Thought you might like a little “quiet me down” after all that hassle.”

She laughed and accepted the glass of quite nice tasting sherry. Patricia sat in the only chair in the tiny compartment and Harry sat on the edge of her bed.

“I see we both got the newbie special for accommodations.”

Patricia relaxed and sipped her welcomed drink. This Harry fellow seemed to be very similar to her best friend and lover, the elusive Harry who was reputed to be on special assignment somewhere in the Far East. The scoundrel never took time to write or even answer her messages. She could not help but notice young Mr. Reed’s obvious erection under his linen trousers. The length of the long curved shaft made her lick her lips in anticipation. The very perceptive young Harry saw her interest and moved to her chair on his knees.

When he slowly pushed up her dress to reveal the wet spot on her knickers, Patricia knew she was finished pretending to be a frigid proper lady of breeding.

The touch of Harry’s lips on her pussy mound made her groan with delight and she placed her hand on the back of his head to push his mouth in closer to her pussy slit. He expertly relieved her of her wet knickers and began to lick her slit with a very knowing tongue. All she could think was that this moment was sheer heaven. It didn’t take long for his tongue to trigger off a wonderful orgasm that left her panting and squeezing his head with her nicely tanned legs.

Harry removed his trousers and briefs in a single motion and she jumped onto the bed face down to suggest he take her from the rear. It was her favorite position and was evolved from her fascination with anal pursuits. The young man slid into her pussy slit with relative ease since it was already soaking wet with her own juices. The feel of his muscular lean body on her back was enough to make her submissive to his every demand. She loved the way he entered her with determination and then paused to contemplate her reaction. Patricia was unable to restrain herself and found that she had to hump her ass up for more of his cock. His sigh of satisfaction informed her that her depraved inner core was exposed to the perceptive Mr. Reed. She didn’t care any longer. All she wanted now was the hard shaft to pound her proud bottom into the soft mattress and make her whimper like the slut she tried so hard to hide inside. Being a gentleman, Harry warned her when his cock was ready to explode. She spread her legs wider and begged him to, “give it to me, Harry!”

The flooding of her upper-class vagina was most pleasurable. She didn’t move a muscle for the longest time and when he made a move to withdraw, she begged him to, “don’t take it out yet”.

The cock inside her pulsed a couple of times and some more fluid escaped into her heated core. She milked his shaft with her pussy muscles and soon he was hard as a rock once again. This time, he pounded her relentlessly sliding easily in the puddle of creamy cum. She remembered having at least 3 more orgasms before he shot another load inside her pussy.

They both relaxed on the bed and didn’t even bother with small talk. It was totally unnecessary. Each of them was satisfied to think ahead to the next 12 months and how many sessions they would be able to have when their schedules allowed it to happen. Strangely, they each came up with the exact same number, 365.