Ninja Sex Lure

By James Creamwood

A moment later, Jayson heard the sound of a key turning in the door lock. He turned quickly and saw the girl opening the door and leaving. As he jumped up and ran towards the door, the key quickly turned from the outside.
"Ma 'alesh!" came her soft whisper, "I hope that what I just did with my lips will help you to trust me. There is an assassin nearby, who could have killed you, if I had wished it. Remember, I’ll come to you whenever you agree to help me--and hide me from him."
Jayson then heard light footsteps as they pattered down the stairs. He heard a stifled cry from Mrs. Wilkinson as the mysterious visitor ran past her and out through the front door.

• Language: English
• Publisher: James Creamwood
• Release date: Dec 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005742355

James Creamwood

The author wishes to keep his private life confidential and does not desire to reveal any information about himself at this time.

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Ninja Sex Lure

By

James Creamwood

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Ninja Sex Lure

Copyright © 2022 James Creamwood

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CHAPTER 1

Dr. Jayson Wilson used one of his hands, to massage the young girl’s neck and shoulders, before dropping down to touch her taunt, firm young mounds. He then moistened his thumb and forefinger with saliva and then gently kneaded one of her pink crested bosoms until her breathing short and labored. A moment later when he dropped his hand down and placed his middle finger inside to massage her little nubbin, she was practically on fire with desire.

Let's go lie down, Cindy, he whispered into her ear, as her body quivered to his touch.

When they reached her bedroom, she lay down with her limbs spread wide to welcome him. The young blue-eyed blonde was surprised when he began kissing her thighs and tummy, but she was even more surprised when he stuck his tongue inside her pink crevice and found her little center of sensual pleasure. A few minutes later, the young blonde's hands lay there clenching and un-clenching her fists as wave after wave of euphoric rapture raced though her small frame.

Okay, it's my turn now, Jayson announced, after bringing her to a very pleasurable finish.

A moment later, the young girl opened her soft, red lips when the purplish, mushroomed-shaped head pushed up against them. The throbbing, blood engorged penis, then slid into Cindy’s mouth, and she locked her lips tightly around it. Jayson couldn’t help but groan in pleasure as he watched the young girl work vigorously to bob her head up and down. When he felt himself approaching climax, he pushed her back and stopped to rest for a moment.

Jayson saw the young girl smile and use the back of her hand to wipe her lips, before asking, Are you going to fuck me now?

Are you sure you’re ready to give up your virginity? he smiled.

Yes, but not here, she replied, "I’d rather do it on the bed.

If that's what you want, sweetheart, I don't mind, he smiled, picking her up and carrying her into the bedroom. He then tossed the young blonde in the air and she came down laughing on the soft, mattress. The young man then proceeded over to the end of the bed, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her to him. Cindy then lay with her rear-end on the edge of the mattress. Her legs were hanging over the edge, almost touching the floor.

Jayson licked his thumb and laid his hand on the soft, curly golden hair of her love mound. He then used his wet thumb to caress her small, pink football-shaped portal as it quivered under his skilled touch. When Jayson saw she was moist, and ready, he stroked his cock a couple of times and moved forward towards the sweet target of his inflamed desires. Once there, he could feel the warm, moist touch of her virgin slit against the head of his penis, and it brought a smile to his face.

The young girl's virginity was a rare treasure that he had great appreciation for; therefore, he took a moment and savor this very special moment. He had made love to many young women over the years, but this untouched beauty were a rarity that seldom came along. Most of his erotic conquest were bored housewives who had lost their innocence long before he had met them.

It might be considered strange that the girl, who was preparing to give her virtue to this man, didn't have the same reverence for her un-plucked flower as he did. But the truth was, she considered the thing a damned nuisance, and couldn't wait to get rid of it.

As Jayson gazed down at the beautiful, young blonde lying with her limbs spread wide, and hanging off the end of his bed, he could see her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath she took. Cindy had a look of nervous expectation of her face as she lay there with her mouth open, and waiting for him to complete her initiation into the art of love. Without further delay, he moved forward and buried the end of his stiff love tool inside her tight, little crevice, and he could feel her buttery goodness bathe his excited flesh in its sweet, warm juices.

The erotically excited man took a deep breath, and thrust himself forward past the maidenhead, which offered only a minuscule protection to her untouched virtue. When her barrier was breached, she briefly groaned and then gladly welcomed the invading flesh into her body. From many previous experiences, Jayson knew the young girl's breasts would soon be heaving to and fro, like the waves on the ocean, when he earnestly began thrusting his cock into her tender femininity.

The young man quickly increased his efforts, and just as expected, her quivering breasts did their little dance, as he drove her tiny rear-end repeatedly into the soft, mattress of his bed. All the while, her lips entertained him with a symphony of cries and moans, as he worked her towards orgasm. Soon, the young girl tummy muscles squeezed his large masculinity in its velvet grip, as she shook in euphoric release. While the young blonde was spasming underneath him, he shot his cum into the back of her little battered pussy sheath. Then worn out and exhausted from their strenuous efforts, the two lovers fell asleep.

Damn it! muttered Dr. Jayson Wilson, as the doorbell rang, shattering the nighttime quiet, and dragging him from his peaceful slumber. He scratched his head angrily wondering who could be coming around bothering him in the middle of night. Jayson covered his mouth with his hand as he yawned while glancing at the clock on the nightstand. It was a little past midnight. The young physician exhaled, and then eased himself out of bed trying not to disturb the young blonde curled up there beside him. It seemed that the noisy doorbell hadn’t bothered Cindy in the least--because she still continued to sleep soundly as if nothing had happened.

Jayson opened the door and saw a tall, lean fellow standing on his front porch. The man had a square-cut, clean-shaved face with sun-baked skin the hue of coffee. The surprise visitor quickly entered and extended his hand while patting Wilson on the shoulder.

Hey Doc! I bet you didn't expect to see me tonight, did you?

Jayson smiled at his old friend David Marsh. The last time he had seen the man, he was leaving for an assignment in the Middle East.

David, you old dog, this is a pleasant surprise, he said, as he vigorously shook the other man's hand, What are--

Hold on a second, Doc! David broke in, I hope you won’t think I've been out in the sun a little too long, as he flipped the light switch, plunging the room into almost total darkness. Jayson was too surprised by his friends unexpected action to voice a compliant.

Don't worry old buddy, I haven’t gone crazy, smiled Mr. Marsh.

Jayson could only see David dimly as he went to the window and peered out into the darkness.

I guarantee you that I’ve got good reasons to be cautious, he added, "Well, I guess it’s okay--I don't see anything that looks suspicious. Maybe I was lucky and got here first, this time."

Mr. Marsh closed the curtains carefully and switched the light back on, I’m sorry if I seem to be acting a little weird? he laughed, and glanced at down at the open, medical book lying on the coffee table, I see you’re still busy with your studies.

Yes, I’m afraid it’s an occupational hazard. There’s always something new happening, and I have to stay up to date.

Jayson studied his friend appearance, but there was nothing to suggest that he was suffering from delusions. His eyes were bright and clear. He noticed that Mr. Marsh’s face had changed and there was a somber look that had crept across his face.

I thought you were on an assignment in the Middle East? inquired Jayson.

I was, he replied, lighting his cigar, But, something came up and I was called back here on special assignment.

Special Assignment? repeated Jayson, So, your reassigned here in Washington, then?

Yes, I’m working directly under the President, and he’s asked me to put together a special anti-biological terrorism unit. It's been a real mess since the 9/11 attacks last year, and I usually don’t know where I’m going to be from one day to the next.

Jayson noticed an ominous tone in the Federal agents words and actions, that seemed to indicate something dire could be happening in the D.C. area. Jayson looked Mr. Marsh squarely in the eyes, Okay, give it to me straight, David. What’s the hell is really going on here?

The other man suddenly stood up and began taking off his jacket. He then rolled back his left shirt-sleeve, and revealed a wicked-looking wound in the fleshy part of his forearm. It was healed, but curiously striated for an inch or so.

Ever seen a scar like this? he asked.

No, I can't say that I have, Jayson confessed, But, it certainly appears to have been deeply cauterized.

Yes! It was very deep! he explained, A barb steeped in the venom of a cobra got me there.

Jayson felt a shiver run through his body at the mention of the deadly, venomous reptile. The young doctor had a deep respect for creatures that bite, after spending a couple of months down in Louisiana. He had volunteered to help out, after the Katrina hurricane had devastated the area. During his short time there he had treated numerous patients suffering from all manners of snake and insect bites.

There was only one treatment for it, he continued, as he rolled his sleeve back down again, "and that was with a sharp knife, a match, and some gun power from a .45 caliber cartridge. I lay on my back in a filthy Iranian hellhole, raving, out of my head for over three days. I would still be there now, rotting in the heat, if I hadn’t acted quickly. But, here's the important part. What happened to me--was no accident!"

You mean--? gasped Jayson.

Yes, there was a deliberate attempt on my life, and now I’m here tracking the man who was responsible. He's the vile fiend who extracted that venom from the poison-glands of the snake, prepared the arrow, and then sent one of his agents to kill me.

Do you know who he is?

"Yes, he’s a Middle Eastern terrorist, and unless my calculations are wrong, he is now currently hiding some place here in Washington--like some rat in a sewer. The murderous psychopath is extremely dangerous and specializes in using biological weapons to assassinate people. Doc, I’ve traveled from Iran, not just as part of my job with the Federal Government, but for my own personal reasons--I want to get my hands on that bastard."

Jayson didn’t know what to think. His mind had been thrown into a sort of mental chaos by the extraordinary statements he had just heard. David Marsh was talking about a dangerous terrorist operating here in his own home town—the nation’s capital. There was danger of the worst kind suddenly being introduced into his peaceful life.

I'm wasting precious time, said David, as he climbed to his feet, "I came here let you know that you've been reassigned to the special team I’m putting together. You are the newest member of the President’s Special Anti-Biological Terrorism Task Force. There’s only going to be about half a dozen people in this new unit—me, you, and four other special agents. I was lucky to be able to get even that many men. The Afghanistan War and the 9/11 terrorist attacks have stretched government resources almost to the breaking point. There's a Police Chief by the name of Fisher, who will act as liaison between our unit and the Washington Police Department. He will work with us, and provide emergency police support when ever we need it—otherwise we are on our own.

The FBI has already been notified about your transfer. I really need your medical expertise, and your one of the few people that I can trust. I need somebody close to me that’s equal to the terrible task that lies ahead of us. If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay here in your spare room, if you can put me up for a while.

Of course, that won’t be a problem, responded Jayson.

You’re a good man, Doc! replied Mr. Marsh, Well, we better get a move on.

What, you mean tonight?

Yes, tonight! I had hoped that I would finally get some sleep myself. I’ve hardly closed my eyes in the last forty-eight hours, except for a few minutes here and there. But ,there's something very important that I have to do tonight, and I better do it immediately. I've got to find Senator Bradford Hamilton.

Senator Hamilton?

"Yes Doc, I believe he could be in great danger, and unless I can get him to listen to me—I don’t think anything can save him. I don’t know when, how, or where the attack is going come from, but I’ve got to try and warn him before it’s too late. Let’s grab a taxi."

Okay, but let me leave a note for the girl in my bedroom, just in case she wakes up before I get back, explained Jayson.

You’re a lucky man, Doc. I sure wish I had a little squeeze box waiting for me in a warm bed, smiled David.

Jayson sat silently beside David in the cab and thought about the events of the last half-hour. In the blink of and eye, he had been shanghaied from his peaceful world and tossed into some sort of wild, bizarre adventure. As he rode along in the taxi, he couldn't help but wonder what nefarious types of terrorist activities were being planned in the dark shadows of the city they were passing through. A short time later, their journey came to an end.

My God! What's going on here? muttered Mr. Marsh hoarsely, as he stared intently out the taxi window.

There were some uniformed policemen holding back a small crowd of curious on-lookers, that stood near the steps of Senator Bradford Hamilton's house. They shifted back and forth uneasily as they tried to look in through the open front door. Without waiting for the cab to pull up to the curb, David recklessly jumped out with Jayson following close on his heels.

What’s going on here? he demanded, breathlessly of a policeman.

The latter looked him up and down for a second doubtfully, but something in Mr. Marsh’s voice and bearing seemed to commanded respect.

I'm afraid that Senator Bradford Hamilton has been killed, sir.

Mr. Marsh fell back as though he had been slapped. Beneath his heavy tan, his face blanched white, and his eyes stared in disbelief.

My God! he gasped, I’m too late!

He clenched his fists, turned, pushed his way through a group of policeman, and bounded up the cement steps. In the hallway, a man who unmistakably was a police detective stood talking to a man in a butler’s outfit. Other members of the household were moving about, more or less aimlessly, and it seemed as if the chilly hand of fear was reaching out and touching each of them, as they came and went. They continuously glanced over their shoulders, as if each shadow might cloak some hidden danger. They listened; it seemed, for some sound they dreaded to hear.

Mr. Marsh walked up to the detective and showed him his identification. After looking at it, the detective said something in a low voice, and nodded in a respectful manner. David asked a few more brief questions and then they followed him up some heavily carpeted stairs and down a corridor. They walked past a number of expensive pictures and busts that lined the corridor, and entered a large library room.

There was a group of people inside, and Jayson recognized that one these was Dr. Charles Clay; he was bending over a motionless body stretched out on a couch. Another door led to a small study, Jayson looked through the door opening and saw a man on all fours closely examining the carpet. The uncomfortable sense of quiet emanating from the group around the physician, and the strange figure crawling beetle-like across the inner room seemed a strange sight to Jayson.

As they entered, Dr. Clay straightened himself and scratched his chin thoughtfully. Frankly, I don’t want to offer an opinion right now regarding the cause of death, he said, "Senator Hamilton had heart problems, but there aren’t any indications that it caused his death. I’m afraid that only a post-mortem can establish the facts—if, even that’s possible. This is a very puzzling case!" he added.

Mr. Marsh went to work asking the famous pathologist in conversation, while Jayson took the opportunity to examine Senator Hamilton's body.

The dead man was wearing what was obviously an expensive smoking-jacket. He had a small frame, but muscular build, which now were oddly puffy, as were his clenched hands. Jayson pushed back his jacket sleeve, and saw nothing unusual on his left arm. He then turned his attention to the right arm. It appeared normal, but on the back of the hand was a faint red mark, not unlike the imprint of lipstick. Jayson examined it closely, and even tried to rub it off, but it evidently was caused by some morbid process of local inflammation, if it weren’t a birthmark. Jayson turned his attention to a pale young man, who he had understood to be one of Senator Hamilton's associates, and drew his attention to the mark.

Do you know what this is?

No, He replied. It’s very strange.

Excuse me, Mr. Douglas, apologized David, as he turned to the assistant, but Police Chief Fisher will tell you that I have Special Federal authority in this case. Is it correct that Senator Hamilton became ill while he was in his study?

Yes, at 10:30. I was working here in the library, and he was inside, as usual.

Was the adjoining door closed?

Yes, it always is. It was open for a minute or less around 10:25, when a message came for Senator Hamilton. I took it in to him, but he seemed fine then.

Do you know what was in the message?

I couldn’t say. It was brought by a messenger, and the Senator placed it beside him on the table. I suppose that it should still be there.

And, what happen at 10:30?

"Senator Hamilton suddenly burst open the door, screamed loudly, and then ran into the library. I ran after him, but he waved me back. His eyes looked horrible. I had just reached him when he fell onto the floor. He seemed to have trouble speaking, but as I picked him up and helped him to the couch, he gasped something that sounded like The red hand! Before I could get to the phone, he was dead."

Mr. Douglas's voice shook as he spoke, and David seemed to find his remarks confusing.

You don’t think he referred to the mark on his own hand? he inquired, thoughtfully.

I don’t think so. From the direction of his last glance, I’m sure he was referring to something in his study.

What did you do then? asked David.

"Well, after calling for help, I went into the study; but, I didn’t see anything unusual, and all of the windows were closed and locked tightly. He always liked to work with the windows closed and there’s no other door leading inside. The study occupies the end of this narrow wing, so there’s no way anyone could have gained access while I was here in the library. Even if someone concealed himself in the study earlier in the evening, he could still not have gotten past me without being seen. And besides –there’s no place where a person could hide in there."

Mr. Marsh tugged at the lobe of his left ear, a habit that seemed to help him think better.

You say he had been at work in there for some time?

Yes. Senator Hamilton was working on a Senate report dealing with the Middle East.

Has anything unusual happened prior to this evening?

Yes, now that you mention it, replied Mr. Douglas, with evident perplexity, Although I didn’t attach much importance to it at the time. Three nights ago, Senator Hamilton came out to see me, and he appeared extremely nervous. He then asked me to search his study. The Senator seemed to think that something was hiding in there.

Did he say something or someone?

Something" was the word he used. I did a through search of the room, but couldn't find anything. That seemed to satisfy him, and he returned to work."

Thank you, Mr. Douglas. Now, if you will excuse us, my friend and I would like to have a few minutes to investigate the study.

CHAPTER 2

Senator Bradford Hamilton’s study was very small, and it only took them a glance to show that the assistant had been right when he said, it didn’t offer any viable hiding places. It was heavily carpeted, and over-flowing with numerous Egyptian ornaments and curios.

A desk drawer held several pornographic magazines which showed this place to be the sanctum of a wealthy bachelor who enjoyed the naked female form. A map of the world occupied the larger part of one wall, and a blue-shaded lamp stood on a messy, brown wooden desk. The air was stale because the window was closed and latched.

Mr. Marsh immediately noticed a large, manila envelope that lay beside the telephone. Apparently, Senator Hamilton had not even taken the trouble to open it, but David did so, and found that it only contained a single, blank sheet of white paper.

Smell this! instructed Mr. Marsh, as he handed the letter to Jayson. The Doctor raised it to his nostrils and sniffed. He could detect some sort of pungent perfume.

What is it? asked Jayson.

It’s an extremely rare essential oil, came the reply, "I’ve seen it