One Woman Too Many

The Giant Moth larva only needs one bite to paralyse its victim and once bitten its deadly cocoon of poisonous silk will slowly kill Miss Han in a silky sticky shroud,” Troung purred.

“That is all well a good but what if she kills me first,” he said to his partner.

“You need to think more with what’s upstairs than what’s between your legs,” she said reaching out and grabbing his hard phallus.  “In that way a woman can’t lead you around.”  As if to emphasize the point she took several steps and he was forced to be pulled after her until she let go.

“You and I both know that a woman can lure a man into doing just about anything, their means never seem to add up to the sum total, but the result is almost always the same, just as they were a second ago with you, ” he said not the least bit embarrassed.

            “I knew I should have asked that this be a solo assignment so I didn’t have to baby sit you, but I suppose that is a moot point,” Troung said with a look of annoyance.

            “That still does not guarantee us success,” he said equally annoyed.

“I have just the sort of guarantee you require, come with me,” she said. 

“Once you have this position she is helpless to resist.  Spend your reserves and hers, weaken her thoroughly as I have shown you and then she’ll be finished and easy prey.  Now as for your protection,” Troung said releasing him and moving to her vanity, her negligee flowing in the tropical breeze that pushed in through the French doors of their suite, her tall petite body so excellently displayed he could feel himself getting harder with each step she took.   

“Miss Han is Korean and by nature they prefer the soft kill and the use of poisons.  We’ve taken care of the soft part now to neutralise the other,” she said picking up a lipstick an expertly applying a coat then getting up and slipping into his arms.

“She’ll employee her lethal feminine arsenal to full impact,” she said kissing him with ease.

“Lipstick will be one of her weapons, poisonously creamy and sweet and all it takes is one touch of a woman’s lips like I just did.  Miss Han will either use a deadly first kiss lipstick or a paralysing one, I suspect a paralysing lipstick so she can finish you in a knot at her leisure,” Troung smiled.

“What can I do against that?” she said desperately.

“I’m doing it now with my kisses.  My lipstick is a sealant it coats yours in a clear impenetrable shield that Miss Han’s lipstick will not be able to get past, just a few more kisses and we can move on,” she said with throaty pleasure. 

            “Now your body and her means of attack, let’s start with her body, a kiss to your root will deliver her lipstick just as effectively as will close contact with your skin via her body cream.  Or she could use her nails and scratch you with a poisonous nail polish, her nails are well sculpted as I’ve observed.  Then finally there’s this,” she said and batted her eyelashes on his cheek. 

“What was that about?” he asked.

“The Korean Fan, a bat of her eyelashes can not only attract they can kill.  Her mascara hardens her lashes into razor sharp tongs and tips them with a lethal poison, one bat and she can finish you,” Troung said before adding.

            Fortunately I have a solution,” she said holding up a bottle then leading him into the en suite and starting a bath. 

            She drained the bottle into the running water then motioned for him to remove his clothes and get in. 

            “Much like my lipstick only it coats the body in a breathable membrane impervious to any of Miss Han’s weapons, immerse yourself completely and then step out of the bath and let your body dry naturally,” she said.

            “Your defences are set just remember what I taught you and we’ll be rid of Miss Han,” she smiled and left him to his own devices and the devices of Yee Sun Han.

            Yee Sun had enjoyed there date, she always made her targets think that way, it distracted them, and distracted men made mistakes.  She added to the distraction immensely with her looks and her dress, a darling number in sheer pink, with slit sides all the way up and a neckline that left nothing to the imagination.  Her small breasts filled it out just nicely and hid just enough of her assets to make eyes stare in the hopes of more.  She caught him once or twice looking a fraction of second too long.  The smooth fabric stretch over her small taut ass that Yee Sun used to wiggle about while they danced; he forced himself not to grip it as they swayed about the floor. 

            “That is a wonderful dress I can’t take my eyes of it,” he said while they danced.

            “That’s a pity,” she said back softly.

            “Why?” he asked his curiosity getting the better of him.

            “Because when it’s off of me and I’m naked before you does that mean you’ll still be staring at?”

            He felt himself hardening at the thought and backed away just a little from her closeness as they danced to cover his tracks.  Yee Sun smiled, she knew she had him when he made that motion.

            “Care to join me in a drink?” he said as he went to the bar.

            “No thanks care to join me?” she said as the spy unhooked her dress and let it fall.  “I don’t believe in under garments, to much fuss,” she said a she stood naked before him.

            Again he was hard instantly, but this time it didn’t matter, he fumbled behind the bar with his clothes trying to look casual as his heart raced and his mind screamed for him to hurry up and get to her.  Somehow he managed to control his actions just enough to look as if he expected it to happen this way. 

            They kissed several times before she detached himself and slid down his chest, his heart hammering as he anticipated what was about to happen.  Her first touch was like a tingle of electricity had been introduced to his body, then the sensation of being warm all over, followed by sudden jolts of ecstasy that shot straight from his rod to his mind and overload it for a fraction of second.  His body twitched and his knees swayed and wobbled as he ran his hands through her hair and about her shoulders. 

            Yee Sun’s hands searched up his legs and circled his ass as she coddled and kissed his member.  The slightest of motions in her arms indicated to him that she wanted him to join her; he slowly lowered as she held on, his massive stem firmly and softly with the confines of her pleasuring lips while her hands gently stroked the base. 

            He was totally in a dream state, just as she wanted.  Yee Sun slipped one hand off his mound and clicked open the bottom of the heel on one of her shoes.  The beautiful spy removed the tube and turned it up with one hand then removed her mouth from his rod and coated her lips while her hands stroked and rubbed his members in such a way he never suspected.  Yee Sun had the tube back in the heels secret compartment within seconds.

            “That was just the warm up, I guarantee this will really blow you away,” Yee Sun said sexily as her lips softly closed about his throbbing tip for a second before sliding fully up his shaft and them back down again until she turned her lips about his tip, his body jerking and twisting joy at the pleasure she was delivering. 

            She knew instantly she’d not been successful, but did not panic, instead she pleasured him some more before leaving his tip and kissing up his body, her lips leaving red outlines of her presence as she ascended.  She kissed him a few times as she wriggled about, he reacting to the soft delights of her body by moving just as much until he managed to flip her over on her back. 

They kissed in that position, Yee Sun’s lower half resting on top of his lower half while her face was tilted towards his sideways as his was to hers.  She nuzzled and prodded with her kisses as she manoeuvred to expose his neck, up success, Yee Sun came in close and flicked her eyelashes, again to no effective.

            “He’s very well prepared against by poisonous onslaught, but there are other ways a woman has, OHHH!” she said and then screamed in her mind as his rod slipped into her ass and impaled her.

Yee Sun had been caught out of position, her body worked to keep itself free with soft distracting moves as she tried to seduce him into making a mistake.  Kisses and rubs and rolls about the floor did nothing to gain her position of distraction for escape.  He captured her an hour later with a series of slow winding moves Troung had taught him, her lavender scented body inching into his embrace in an unwilling dance.  His body flexed and pushed into hers.  Yee sun’s walls surround him in her grip totally with that final thrust and began to work.

“You may be sealed from my poisonous touch by not a massaging touch lover,” she cooed as she squirmed and felt and adjusted and adjusted.

“Yes Miss Han, Troung even thought of that,” he laughed. 

“He’s wearing a shield, I can’t massage him!” she exasperated in her mind.

He tightened slowly as Troung had instructed and worked his hips and his body about her as Yee Sun fought on until she was climaxed.  She quaked and gasped and pulled her entwined form as she searched for freedom and was rewarded with another orgasm. 

“That’s right darling, slowly, work into her body, every corner, make her feel you,” Troung encouraged into the television monitor as she watched the opera unfold.

Yee Sun had slipped deeper into his hold over the two orgasms, she was close again and one more would lock her in the knot and finish her.

“NO. NO!” she moaned and refused him for a while until the motion changed; she fell seconds later unable to hold back his instrument.

“I have you Miss Han,” he chimed.

She was climaxed frequently over the next several hours as he closed about her and applied the Vietnamese Massaging Prawn.  Yee Sun was weakened carefully, attention given to every part of her body.  The final half hour was spend caressing her as he slowly undid his knot keeping her secure until the end before he slithered free and kissed her non responsive lips and left freeing her means of death before he did.

Yee Sun was unable to move as she saw the Giant Moth Larva come into her view. 

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            “A job well done, but then the instruction was perfect.  If you’re still up it,” She gripping his member softly.  “Perhaps we can celebrate after you take a shower,” Troung said slyly. 

             Troung came up behind him and pressed her cool naked body into his.  She nuzzled his neck then reached around and kissed him slowly before her long legs tripped him to the floor and into her awaiting ensnarement. 

            “Perhaps I neglected to inform you my shielding lipstick has a time limit in its effectiveness,” she stated, as her nude form activated around him.  “My lipstick, weak, but just enough to allow me to strike and hold and relax you a touch while my body secures you.” Troung kissed in her lipstick and used its limited effects to coil him into her Sticky Palm Knot.

“Death, lover, a slow death as ordered, my knot is imbedded and my Skin Suffocating Baby Powder is a special blend just for the male of the species.  I should have just kissed you with a death lipstick, but I wanted you to feel what a real woman is capable of with her body,” she hissed.

He knew more than she thought and soon he was working on escape and her death.  Troung hugged him tight; kissed his neck as she contracted her knot then just when he was ready to strike she reached back into the bun of her hair and pulled out a surprise.  She glided the pink cream perfectly about her lips then replaced it in the bun all without him knowing then glued their damp bodies tighter in her knot as he worked.

Troung’s baby powder was slow acting as was her choice of knots.

His body rolled them over and she was arched away from his form, her body left to cool in the heat and conceal in her own baby powder.  She twisted and wormed her naked long form in the shadows as he laughed and reached up and removed her lipstick tube from her bun

“Your coating did not go unnoticed Troung, I learned more from you than you thought, so I took precautions, but apparently my counter did and now you’re secured in the Drying Butterfly and helpless,” he offered.  

Troung glistened in the moonlight, her body damp and cooling in her trap as the clear shroud formed around her flexible body.  She was encased in her trap totally after two hours, her second skin sealed to her first, he discarded her and showered peeling off the little of her death trap that had sealed to him.  When he returned dressed and ready to leave her golden skinned body was searching for a way free, her nails looking for a flaw the coating.  Her body never looked better as she contorted and swayed inside her own trap, her muscles dancing against the stretching shroud, so lethal in other ways but here reduce to display purpose only.  The sexy spy caught him out of the corner of her eye watching her, she had a chance.

The spy forced herself to her feet and danced for him, her serpent body using all its seductive charm as she worked on the suffocation trap.  He came closer, she fell into him and danced, he had never been able to refuse her body and a trapped body was too erotic to pass up, he stripped and worked her struggling body into his favourite and fatal hold The Pressing Python, her writhing body fighting with all she had until them fell to the floor and his undulations rippled around her in constricting madness. 

Troung shimmied and snaked until exhausted and stilled.  He undulated his physique every few minutes as she limply fought and moaned until he could feel her succumbing to the pressure and the sealant.  Her lips safely behind a clear barrier he turned her head and kissed her, her lips responding wonderfully as        she nipped his lips then provided another long kiss and a few final nips before she smiled and slunk free.

The spy peeled away the seal and blissfully let her skin breathe again before rolling on top of him and tilting her face over on the side to look at him.  

“You never could resist me even when you should.  That shower you took to wash off any of my baby powder so you had to use the special soap of mine, it leaves a residual trace for a few hours that acts to remove any of the powder you may have missed.  When I saw you watching me twist and writhe I knew I had a chance.  You made a mistake in letting me dry with my legs and arms apart in that way I could still stand and dance for you baby, my seduction trap employed to maximum effective.  When I fell against you my mouth touched your skin and part of the enzyme, it dissolved the shield of death around my lips over time, and your knot dissolved the rest.  I knew you would not finish me without one final kiss and you knew you were safe.  I was unsure myself but I see the effects have not been dulled with time, only you have baby.  My blend is referred to as Pink Passion Paralysis, total and instant body paralysis for hours all delivered with the soft lips of a woman, now to finish you,” Troung cooed as she kissed him a few more times then got to her feet and walked to her closet before returning.

“Now my little fly since I have caught you I now must spin you into my web for safe keeping.  The negligee is the web and I’ve already bitten you with my paralysing venom,” Truong worked about him spinning her web of death around him until she glowed, her naked body free of her weapon and wet with exertion.

“My web of death baby contracting strands of silk designed to deliver a crushingly soft caress of death,” she hissed in delight. 

She gave him a long kiss goodbye then dressed, packed and left; he was dead before she closed the door.