Asia Shamelessly Rewards Carlton

Having finished his story, Carlton spat loudly on the pavement and looked at Asia Scallop with the gaze of a faithful dog who, having brought his mistress a bone, expects her to reward him with affection or a kind look from his clever eyes...

But instead of reacting to his news properly, our heroine, unexpectedly for Dick, suddenly grabbed the young man with her long arms and placed a wet and hot kiss on his lips, and then, pushing Carlton away from her, looked at him with eyes burning with love.

"My boy!" she cooed tenderly. "You have won my best reward!"

And with these words, she immediately lowered herself down in front of Carlton, who was stunned by this turn of events, and, unbuttoning the fly of his jeans, which were torn at the knees, with her playful hands, she freed his member - which, as "Damien The Thorn" correctly guessed, could not compare with his own mighty unit - and began to furiously jerk off the young man, who was red as a boiled lobster, with the movements that were already familiar to Dick.

At first he tried to break free from her tenacious grip, but soon, realizing that Asia was acting in all seriousness, he closed his eyes and began to moan loudly, attracting the attention of the Joponese people occasionally passing by on the street.

Finally, when Carlton, with the loudest of his moans, came violently right on his mistress's tits, the latter, removing her hands from his cock, immediately collected all the cum with her fingers and began to lick it off like custard.

At the same time, she did not forget to give the young man a look full of love and adoration - so that he would have no doubt that she was doing this to him out of true mutual love, and not because she had the character of a sellout whore who was ready to suck anyone, even her own daddy, if he were still alive!

Be that as it may, having rewarded her informant in such an emotional way, Asia Scallop finally rose from her knees and, taking the arm of her beloved "Damien The Thorn", waved her hand to Carlton, not forgetting to say goodbye to him:

"And I'll take your mouth next time, when you bring me information about the family of that freak, in whose house that steel-skinned Kasakhian landed! For now, be content with the fact that in my love for you I condescended to rub your tiny cock a little, my silly little Carlton!"

And, turning her back on the guy who was still standing there with his pants down and a guitar case on his back, Asia Scallop politely but firmly pulled "Damien The Thorn" along with her down the boulevard, where the lights of a sign of some entertainment establishment could be seen through the foggy haze.

Dick couldn't help but ask the question that had been tormenting him during the "awarding" procedure for Calton:

"Do you love me?"

Asia Scallop stopped dead in her tracks and turned her face towards him, with such hatred for him in her eyes!

But she quickly brought herself under control, extinguishing the raging rage in her huge eyes, which were like puddles of chocolate.

"What's the matter with you on duty, agent?" she said theatrically, playfully flicking Dick in the balls.

"Damien The Thorn" silently endured the insult, only turning slightly pale in the face. Meanwhile, Asia continued:

"Did you really think, you fool, that back then, in the stinking walls of that prison, I suddenly, for no apparent reason, developed real feelings for you?" she asked rhetorically. "Keep your pockets wide open! In war, all means are good, and since what we are now involved in is nothing more than a war between the security services of different countries, I have every right to recruit agents by any means necessary!"

"Recruit, you said?" Dick squeezed out of himself. "And what about that faggot with the thimble-sized dick? Do you really take me for an idiot to believe that you're recruiting him when by all indications he's long been your informant?"

"You're a fool," Asia answered peacefully. "I motivated Carlton - that's the name of this sweet boy, you shouldn't have called him a "faggot" - to take new actions so that he would continue to work for me."

"Then why did you say, you lying creature," Dick boiled over, "that you only fuck agents when you recruit them?"

"Do you have brains or sperm in your head?" Asia snapped at him. "I didn't say that I satisfy you all sexually only and exclusively at the moment of recruitment! You yourself used my services there, at an altitude of 12,000 meters, when you and I had already flown out on a mission? So what are you doing now, ungrateful condom, trying to catch me in a lie!"

"You're a whore, that's what you are!" "Damien The Thorn" cried out in his heart. "It's nothing for you to sleep with ten billion people at once! You don't care who you fuck - a poor old man, a small child, a legless invalid, representatives of your shameful gender of all ages, after all! And this after all your lying bullshit about your love for me! How can you be such a heartless creature?!"

"Cool down, bro," Asia asked him calmly. "No need for hysterics during the operation. And also don't forget that if I fuck you, it doesn't mean that we are husband and wife! Or have you long since considered me your legal wife, who belongs exclusively to you alone? I don't mind you using me as a toilet for sperm, but for me to marry you... What a hope, you fucking romantic!"

With these words, Asia Scallop spat in his face, and "Damien The Thorn" had to silently wipe himself with the sleeve of his jacket, without making any attempt to respond by kneeing the impudent whore in the pussy or, what's more, immediately punching her in the teeth.

"Damien The Thorn" was too reasonable for such wild actions, although he secretly dreamed about it, what a funny weirdo, right?! However, it may be that the whole thing was simply that he had already managed to get used to her manner of fucking with anyone, and only one thing was unusual for him - why was she not embarrassed to do it right on the street, where passers-by could see her actions?

But then again, wasn't he partly to blame for it? Hadn't she seduced him in Whorecouver prison and made him follow the agent's path? And anyway, what kind of stupid way is this, telling your recruiter that you love her and thinking that she loves you back? There is no love! There is only work!

Reassuring himself with thoughts like these, "Damien The Thorn" quickly realized that his anger was completely unfounded. Asia Scallop, of course, was not such a heartless creature - she just knew her business and knew how to use it with maximum efficiency in any circumstances...

And yet he felt so bad just because of the fact that he had to watch how, right before his eyes, the lady who literally half an hour ago was giving him a gorgeous blowjob in a taxi, after that time, as if nothing had happened, was jerking off some faggot with a dick the size of a thimble!

This not only touched "Damien The Thorn" to the quick, but also made him feel insulted in his manhood! But he understood that all these feelings of his were nothing more than his inflated opinion of his partner.

After all, if Asia really was such a bitch and a sellout whore, would she really talk to someone like someone she cared about no matter what? Asia Scallop was just a very experienced and cunning faggot who knew her stuff.

And she couldn't possibly be a heartless creature - because then it would have cost her nothing to kill him right there, in the cramped and stinking cell of the Whorecouver prison... But still, "Damien The Thorn" was hurt to tears that he was far from her only current sexual partner.

Asia, of course, knew about his thoughts, and she couldn't help but take them into account - but she didn't want to answer him either. But he felt with every cell of his body that he couldn't tolerate her bullying any longer.

He wanted her to finally give up her slutty ways at least for the time she was with him, so that he could feel like a human being in her presence, but no way! She didn't want to listen to his words and called him "a silly fool" in response.

And he had to put up with it, although it was given to him at great sacrifice. But, be that as it may, he still had one question for Asia Scallop.

"Okay, I already understood that you don't like me and you're only fucking me because I'm your agent," "Damien The Thorn" began in a conciliatory tone. "But I still want to know one thing - what was the point of this whole show with those two Joponese guys? Why did you make one of them eat your sock and silently endure your blows with a whip?"

It seemed that this was the only topic his companion had been waiting for. She smiled and said:

"Why?" she asked. "What do you think? So that they understand that I'm not just a whore from Analda, which is far away for them, but a proud citizen of a country whose neighbor has their tiny Jopon by the balls!"

"What?" Dick didn't understand. "You express your thoughts very confusingly."

"Your brain is so full of sperm that you don't understand simple things!" Asia flared up. "Are you really that stupid that you didn't understand what I'm talking about? I'm talking about the fact that you, I and all other citizens of Analda have every right to show these pussy-eyed people that we are buddies with The Omen Ica, for whom the entire culture of these short people with skin the color of urine is like a mouse fuss! And not only The Omen Ica, but Analda thinks so too! We, the neighbors of the most important power on Earth, can afford to commit outrages on the territory of states subject to our mighty neighbor! And if it weren't for this stubborn Union of Indestructible Nations, which constantly puts a spoke in The Omen Ica's wheels, then no one would have stopped us from establishing our dominance on this delicious continent, which bears my name, and using all these Asians by their direct name?"

"Which one?" was all Richard Nigel could squeeze out, stunned.

"They'll crawl on all fours, and we won't give a damn!" Asia said with her inimitable intonation. "And the fact that you don't understand what a great pleasure it is," she immediately continued, anticipating his question, "only shows that you're still young!"

And with these words Asia Scallop turned away from Dick and continued to walk forward, so the dejected "Damien The Thorn" had no choice but to follow her. How many times have we told the world that all The Omen Icans are assholes!

But there's a truth to every joke, as they say. Asia Scallop was a Analdian asshole - and that was as clear as day! And yet he liked her.

Be that as it may, he now followed her, not knowing where exactly she was leading him, but hoping that it would not be too far. And he was right - his beloved Asia soon led him to a small park with a fountain and a gazebo in the middle.

In the gazebo, which did not escape the watchful eye of "Damien The Thorn", by that time there were already two people sitting, and one of them was dressed in a black uniform with gold stripes.

Asia Scallop came up close to them and, to Dick's surprise, threw herself into the arms of the second one, who was dressed in a simple combination of a white checkered shirt and gray trousers.

He was very young, and there was not a single wrinkle on his face, unlike his neighbor in uniform, who looked about thirty years older than him and with his whole appearance resembled an old fart.

The young man was obviously pleased with the beautiful young girl's expression of affection for him, because Dick saw him smile and whisper something in her ear, which made Asia Scallop laugh - apparently it was some kind of compliment or joke.

"Damien The Thorn" saw her turn her back to him as a sign for him to leave her alone and not disturb her having a good time in the company of a handsome young man and his bald fart friend, who, apparently, was an important person here.

But Dick wasn't going to stand by and watch Asia Scallop brazenly cheat on him with a complete stranger.

He approached the gazebo and, not paying attention to the fact that none of the three even looked at him - and that was too much! - he extended his hand towards the young man and immediately grabbed his bony shoulder with a death grip.

The young man immediately screamed in pain, and his fart friend, who until that moment had shown no interest in what was happening and even seemed to be sleeping in his place in the gazebo - or maybe he was just drunk or too tired of life - immediately rushed at "Damien The Thorn" with the clear intention of standing up for his protegee.

But "Damien The Thorn" wasn't going to give in so easily. Without letting go of Asia's lover's shoulder, he managed to give the old fart a very precise kick in the solar plexus, causing the old man to fall to the floor like a sack of rotten potatoes.

And then, without giving him time to come to his senses and get to his feet, Dick decided on an unusual maneuver and deliberately did it so as to slip and fall backwards right onto the old fart, in order to try, if not to crush the enemy into a pancake, then at least temporarily disable him by pressing him to the floor of the gazebo.

However, the old fart turned out to be a tough nut to crack, and when "Damien The Thorn" fell on him with all the weight of his body, he rose to his feet with incredible strength for an old man, thereby pushing Dick off himself.

However, the latter was no fool either and immediately took a fighting stance, putting his fists forward as if he was now in the ring, and not in a small cozy gazebo in the middle of a city park.

In the heat of battle with these two assholes, Dick completely forgot about the representative of the fair sex, who at the very beginning of the fight thought it best to slip into the corner of the gazebo, where she sat for the time being on her haunches, pulling her head into her shoulders.

But when, before her eyes, the battle of the enraged males took an unexpected turn for everyone, she immediately jumped to her feet and, taking advantage of the fact that Richard Nigel was standing with his back to her, did not give him time to come to his senses and rushed to the aid of her young lover.

Her help consisted of kicking Dick as hard as she could in the back of his knee, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the floor.

Without waiting for him to get up, the old fart and his young friend immediately rushed at him together and with their combined efforts tied him up with thick ropes that appeared out of nowhere.

And then, beside himself with rage and resentment - or maybe just because he was tied hand and foot like the last loser - Dick rushed forward with all his might onto Asia Scallop, but immediately felt her lips on his face.

The thing is that this bitch, having gotten ahead of him by literally half a second, was already kissing him right in the eyes with her warm, wet lips until he felt that his mighty member was ready to jump out of his pants in order to begin its duties.

But then something unexpected happened - Asia Scallop suddenly released his head from her hands and, pushing him away from herself, stood up and walked away from the gazebo.

And the young man who was her lover - or perhaps just her friend? - came up to Dick and dropped to one knee before him, looking at him with a strange gleam in his eyes, the way an amateur entomologist might satisfy his curiosity about nature by devouring with his eyes a rare species of butterfly he had just pierced with a pin.

"Damien The Thorn" expected anything but that his opponents would suddenly forget about the fight and start staring at him as if he were not a person, but some kind of exhibition of miracles. And this was all the more strange because the young man was very handsome - and not only in appearance, but even in his movements.

He looked like some character from old Soviet comedies, which Richard Nigel, of course, could never have seen, but which you, my dear reader, can guess about!

Yes, my little green friend, the guy who rolled "Damien The Thorn", was the spitting image of Alexander Demyanenko in the role of the student-superhero Shurik, famous throughout the post-Soviet world! And, as in the case of Alexander Demyanenko, there was something in his eyes - I don't even know how to describe it.

It was the look of a man from another world and another era; he looked at Dick with some barely concealed regret or sympathy at the same time... And he also had a very strange smile: as if he wanted to say "it wasn't easy for you, I sympathize with you", but instead it seemed as if he didn't give a shit about anything.

In general, "Damien The Thorn" understood one very important circumstance in this situation - it was not worth it, oh, it was not worth it to attack this young man!

Suddenly, this same young man smiled unexpectedly and, rising from his knee, turned to his comrade - that same old fart in the black uniform. And then something strange happened - the old fart suddenly, for no apparent reason, knelt down and, raising his hands to the sky, began to silently mumble with his lips, as if he were reading a prayer.

The young man also hastened to follow his example and immediately sat down next to his comrade and assumed the same position. Dick saw how their heads touched each other so closely that it seemed as if they were examining each pimple on each other's faces.

He decided that it was time to clarify this matter and, having abandoned his unsuccessful attempts to throw off his bonds, he quietly asked:

"Where did Asia go?"

His two tormentors immediately stopped praying and turned to look at him. Apparently, the pitiful tone with which he uttered this question, which was generally devoid of romance and melancholy, seemed to them to be a manifestation of his weakness, which is why the old fart's lips stretched into a smile, and the young guy finally opened his mouth for the first time in all this time to say something very interesting - at least interesting to Dick in the situation he was currently in.

"You will not see Miss Scallop anymore," he began in a gentle and lyrical voice, like a dove. "She loved you so much that she can no longer stand to be near you. I know," he hastened to explain, "you think I'm talking nonsense. But you yourself understand - what other kind of love can there be between an agent and his recruiter? Exactly," he nodded in response to his own words, "none. It would only lead our entire operation to its inglorious failure. Therefore, Miss Scallop, having done everything that was required of her within the framework of this operation, went behind the scenes and gave us our turn to act. By the way, nice to meet you, Colonel Paul Buher," he suddenly interrupted, introducing himself as Dick by name and rank.

"And this," he pointed to the old fart, "is Major Bugenhagen. We've been working together for many years... Oh well!" he immediately cut off his reminiscences. "Listen to me carefully, Agent "Damien The Thorn"," he said, thereby demonstrating his knowledge of Dick's identity.

"Major Bugenhagen and I gathered here this morning out of respect for your work on your task. We waited here for hours, not knowing how to kill time, and when Miss Scallop finally brought you to the meeting, you, forgive me, almost killed us ourselves. It is not right, Agent "Damien The Thorn", it is not right to treat your superiors like that!" Without malice, even jokingly, he shook his finger at Dick.

"Besides, we are all working on the same problem now, so you have no reason to consider us both your enemies! However," Buher suddenly realized, "I understand what angered you so. You thought that Miss Scallop preferred my person to yours. So, get this into your head - this lady cannot psychologically attach herself to anyone with her feelings, she has learned this from many years of acting in all kinds of movies! Yes, yes, yes, you have never seen her on the screen, but this does not mean that this automatically turns the actress into an ordinary girl!"

"In general," Buher tried to return to the original topic of the conversation, "Miss Scallop has already played her role in this case, and you should not hope that for your sake our planners will write a couple more lines for her in the script of our operation. Do you finally understand me, Agent "Damien The Thorn"?" Paul Buher asked Dick in an unexpectedly rude tone.

Richard Nigel did not know what to answer to such a long and very boring speech, which he still had to assimilate with his brain, which in his position, when he was sitting tied up on the floor of the gazebo, was far from the easiest task.

He realized with difficulty that these were not enemies, but friends, and of course, with sadness in his heart, he realized that he would never see his new beloved, Asia Scallop, again in his life!

The latter didn't really upset him, since in the short time they spent together, he had already managed to become convinced of her mental instability, but despite all this, she had several undeniable advantages - she took his virginity, while possessing an incredible talent for ORAL, VAGINAL and - scary to think! - even ANAL sex!

And that's not counting her pretty face, firm tits and huge, simply gigantic-sized ass, thanks to which, apparently, her parents gave her such a wonderful name - ASIA.

Be that as it may, the loss of a live sex toy was an annoying, though not critical, problem for Dick, but, realizing that sooner or later she would break up with him anyway, he had already come to terms with it.

There was just one thing he didn't want - for those two idiots, Paul Buher and Bugenhagen, to think that he had allowed them to take away from him for a while the girl who rightfully belonged to him, like candy from a child.

And so, having already internally waved goodbye to the Analdian whore with the huge ass, he assumed the appearance of a husband who had been insulted in his best feelings and asked a question full of feigned hatred:

"Freaks, when will you give her back to me? Idiots, I will never ask you for this! Untie me immediately and let me run after her!"

Paul Buher ignored him and motioned to Bugenhagen to get up from his seat and come over to him. When the old fart did as he was told, the young man began whispering something to him, occasionally casting puzzled glances at Dick, which greatly embarrassed the latter.

He certainly didn't expect these two to suddenly untie the ropes, but he wasn't prepared to be ignored either. Finally, unable to stand the fact that these two idiots stubbornly refused to meet him halfway, he asked a new question:

"Okay, fuck Asia, but still tell me where she ran away from me?"

It seemed that these words were the very "open sesame!" that needed to be said in order to find the key to the hearts of Paul Buher and his friend Bugenhagen.

At least the latter, having stopped whispering to the young man, turned his wrinkled face to Dick and with a dull expression in his sheepish eyes said:

"Miss Scallop is returning to Whorecouver to immediately begin a plan codenamed "Vieira, Vieira, 82!" upon arrival," he said in a low voice, still smacking his lips. "What kind of plan it is is none of your business... For the time being," Bugenhanen immediately corrected himself. "In the meantime, give us an honest agent's promise that you won't attack both of us with your fists when we untie you."

Dick, realizing that it would be idiotic to let the chance slip through his fingers, immediately swore by all that was unholy, and Bugenhagen, threatening that if the opportunity arose, the resistance would blow his brains out with his service pistol, freed him from the ropes in no time...