Spies and the Betrayal Part 2

— CHINA, JUNE, 1940 —

Against my better judgement, my personal feelings, my family, and my true husband, I continued to engage with this American man. The worst part is I couldn’t tell them about this, and if I did, my letters would be read by Army censors and I’d be arrested. If that happens I’d bring shame to my family and husband, but if I do what I have to do and they find out they’ll be just as disappointed in me. It was at this time in my life that I envied my brother and wished I was born a man. That way I could serve my country in the traditional sense and be a soldier or a sailor, but instead I’m a spy who has to sleep with the enemy. Even worse I have to “do whatever it takes” to make him think I’m genuinely in love with him. For three few months now I’ve sent loving heartfelt letters to my husband from my apartment then went on dates and “swooned” over this American man. I was getting closer to him and he even said he could get me a job as a secretary in his office, the consulate. That would be my ticket in, if I managed to pull that off all this sex and submission to another man would finally pay off. I told him I would love it, that working with the Americans would be a great honor to me. Imagine my husband hearing me say that, I almost gagged on my own words.

Two weeks later and I was hired. It seems these Americans aren’t too focused on security right now, letting an obviously Japanese woman work right under their nose when the Japanese army is invading this country further everyday. Perhaps fighting them directly might not be as difficult as so many of us think. I’m now working as one of the secretaries for the Ambassador to China. Always be wary of the “unseen help” that works for you. Secretaries, janitors, security guards, all the people that have access to way more than you think they would, or should, that can easily pass that information along to the outside. I was still fucking John, as good as the sex was with him, I hated how I felt after. The cycle of our encounters would be me faking attraction leading to sex whereby he makes me love him for real before I orgasm, then the regret of cheating sets in and I feel terrible, repeating almost every day.

Still though, every time he takes me, something comes over me. When I’m naked and he’s naked, my thoughts and worries are gone and all I have left is a burning desire to have children at all costs. As if my only purpose in life is to breed. My pussy is now shaped to fit his white cock perfectly. At first it hurt me when we had sex, now I don’t know how I’ll go back once all this is over. The way it plunges so deep into the softest reaches of my pussy, filling my cervix every time with the hottest, stickiest loads of sperm. Not once has he ever pulled out of me, and not once has he even considered finishing somewhere other than my womb. It’s a miracle I’m not pregnant already. The only thing keeping me around for this mission is the orgasms that he gives me. If he was terrible in bed, whatever the information I find might be would be hardly worth it in my opinion. Thankfully in this regard the Americans sent one of their best.

— CHINA, JULY, 1941 —

It’s been just over a year since I started working with John at the consulate. When he asked me to marry him I said yes despite so badly wanting to say no. I told him that I wanted a small wedding because with the war going on my family wouldn’t be able to make it. He agreed because he couldn’t have his family travel all the way to China and we weren’t able to go back to America for a wedding. We’ve been “married” for 7 months now. I still go to work everyday even though I’m 5 months pregnant with my first child. As the oldest child of several children, I know what my mother looked like when she was pregnant. Her belly grew more at the end of her pregnancy but for the most part you wouldn’t hardly tell if you didn’t already know. I guess Japanese babies are smaller, because at only 5 months in my belly looks and feels as though there’s a watermelon inside me. My “husband’s” American penis is certainly larger than my real husband’s, but it turns out the babies he makes are just as large. Doing my job has become more difficult as my baby grows, but just this past week I learned of an initiative by the U.S. to send some of their pilots to come to China and help their air force fight the “Japanese Incursion”. When I passed this information along to my superior, he told me they had heard of these so called “Flying Tigers” and requested I find out as much as I could about them.

If the Americans want to fight, they should fight us directly. This hiding, fighting on behalf of another country and pretending you are not who you really are s very dishonorable. But this was especially troubling for me as my brother was a pilot in the Japanese Navy and would now doubt encounter these foreign pilots at some point. I tried as hard as I could to sneak papers around, write down descriptions of pictures, listen in on meetings from my desk, whatever I could to find out about them. Everything I could find of some use I would take and pass along. I was no doubt doing much better work than I would be acting like a whore in that hotel bar. The best part came as my new husband began to trust me more and more in our new home by leaving documents around his office. I could see almost everything he was working on, or at least I hoped, when he would be distracted by something. My original mission, to find out the names and locations of his spies, was coming along very well. Of course I could just write down the list of everyone I found and have my superiors have them all killed all at once. That would be too suspicious. Some local girl fucks you a couple times and suddenly your spy ring collapses. Not very subtle. I had to relay the names one at a time, over months, so it would appear their deaths were organic and not the result of my work. In the mean time, I was finding out what I could about these foreign pilots and were they were based out of.

Lots of work and stress for a woman as pregnant as I am. But for all that effort, I had revealed t o my superiors 8 of the 13 spies that I knew about. My husband knows the risks these spies live in everyday and so when one or two or eight die over time, he doesn’t suspect his pregnant wife had a hand in it. I felt good that I had taken so many of the enemies off the board, and only had to bring in one new one into the world in return. Of course my baby is still half of me, but I know once he’s born he won’t be accepted back in Japan. A part of me wishes that once my mission is complete, they would let my husband take our children home to America and I could return to my real family unharmed. I knew better, but I don’t want anything to happen to my children, but I don’t want to be forced to live here in China the rest of my life either. I hear through the grapevine that the navy is planning an operation that will put the Americans out of the war for good and we’ll have free reign over China and the Pacific at large. I hope it’s true and I hope it’s a success. Anything to reunite me with my true husband.

— CHINA, FEBRUARY, 1942 —

It really happened. The navy ambushed the Americans on their own island and won a massive victory for Japan. After months of these fighter planes attacking our pilots over China we responded by acting them on their own land. In secret I was very happy at what this news would bring for me, but around my husband, I had to pretend like it was a horrible tragedy. I was so proud of my brother, who told me in his letters how he fought against the Americans and how proud he was to get to serve his Admiral and our Emperor. Meanwhile I was at home for the time being. My baby was born the day before the attack, on December 6th. A healthy baby girl, with pale white skin like her father and soft eyes like her mother. Maybe my worries were unnecessary, this girl would fit in well in Japan. I named her Shinju which means pearl, but my husband calls her Shawna. I didn’t know the name would be so closely related to the ambush we sprung in Hawaii but it’s a name I’ve wanted to name my daughter since I was a little girl. Besides my husband doesn’t know the real meaning anyway. For the past three months though I’ve been at home raising my daughter. It seems now that we’re in a direct war with America, there’s not that much need for spies in China like me. The army has a air of foolhardy arrogance about them since December and now our attacks in China have ramped up ever since. The last three months has been runaway success while I sit at home breastfeeding my baby girl.

I have grown comfortable in my new life and at times I forget that all this is fake and will end someday soon. I wake up and take care of my baby while my husband works, we sit at home together as the sound of distant air attacks from both sides rage just out of view. The army doesn’t attack our village because of how many spies, including myself, are living and working here so we have a sort of exemption from attacks. I hear that’s not the case for many of my old friends in other villages. For months, my husband couldn’t fuck me as I had given birth. But that didn’t stop him from loving me every way he could. I didn’t know a man enjoyed sucking on a woman’s breasts as much as my husband did. My father certainly never did that when I was growing up. He would play with my delicate sensitive nipples for hours, sucking the milk from my left breast while our baby girl feed from the right. In the time since I’ve been working, I’ve really started to become his wife, and not just as a cover, but for real. I found myself passing along useless, random, or low-level information to my superiors over this time, and found myself hoping that I could just be done with the spying and the tricks and the games and just stay with John and Shinju as a happy family.

It wasn’t until early March that John and I felt comfortable having sex again. He came back from work on day and I found myself in a mood I can only describe as unusually horny. Like I know what I feel like when I’m hungry for cock, even when I wanted a baby inside me and he gladly gave it to me, but this was something more. Like my body realized it could make babies and now that my first was birthed and my pussy had healed my brain was ignoring all other thoughts and telling me to breed. To fill my womb with another baby. That the only thing that would fill the emptiness is another child. My poor husband, I couldn’t believe I was feeling sorry for him, for the last four months has been living sexless, in need of desperate release. He was angrier than usual when he couldn’t relieve himself in my pussy but was calmed by sucking my tits. But now I was craving for his massive American body to hover over me, to press me against the bed, to force me to submit to him and take his cock deep inside me and to finally feel the release of four months of cum spray out against my cervix like a dam breaking flood.

All day I was on edge, waiting for him to return. I needed him, I needed his cock. Finally, he came back and looked as if he was under a lot of stress. I knew how I could help with that. I helped him undress from work and got down on my knees right there and took his cock in my hands. I made quick work of his meat, throating it like a sausage in my mouth caressing his tensed up balls. I looked up at his eyes as they rolled to the back of his head. He was so relaxed from just me sucking his dick that his body went limp and slide down against the wall until he was sitting on the floor. His cock never left my mouth the whole way down. He held his hand on the back of my head but had no strength to push it, simply to rest it there as I took his soul from his body. He could only moan as I worked over his length with my tongue and lips. It wasn’t very long until his body gave up and he muttered, “Jesus!” under his breath as the first torrent of cum shot into my mouth. Rope after thick rope left him, almost as if he was pissing cum into my mouth he shot so much out in this load. The look on my face probably wasn’t much better than his, I definitely look like a cock drunk whore as his massive load spills out around my lips onto my face and neck. There is no way any girl could swallow what this man put in me.

I swallowed what I could then licked the rest of my fingers from my face and told him, “I hope there’s still some left in there, mommy wants to go for a ride…” I said pointing at his balls hanging out. Thankfully Shinju was sleeping quietly at this time, and I was going to make sure to get the most out of this fuck before she wakes up again. I dropped my dress to the ground and walked over to the center room, where I put a soft pad over our table for him to fuck me on. He mustered his strength and stood up to follow me. As I lay on my back with my legs spread wide, inviting him into my open pussy he fell onto me hard. He collapsed on me like a falling tree. His pale white cock stretching open the soft brown folds of my pussy, my peachy white skin glistening in the evening sun as he began to fuck me. Sex isn’t the word to describe this, he was fucking me with the same ecstatic desperation that someone would have eating food for the first time after weeks of starvation. I felt his balls pressing against my asshole as his cock rammed my pussy all the way to the base of his shaft. He was harder than I’ve ever felt him and fucking me deeper than he’s ever been.

I had never felt an orgasm hit me like this before in my life. It’s as if somehow giving birth unlocked new sensations in my pussy and every child I had would increase the intensity of my orgasms. I was crying half way through, tears streaming down my face as my breasts heaved about, my breath taken from me as John fucked me as if I was only there for his pleasure. He had his head dropped against the table next to mine sounding like he was crying himself as his cock worked me over like a whore. As he fucked me into another powerful orgasm I forgot the image of my real husband’s face in my memory. I was forgetting who I was and only remembering who I have become all because of this white man’s intense fucking. The feeling of him inside my pussy was like nothing my mother had ever told me. I almost think that she’s never felt sex so powerful before. What might she think of white men after feeling what I’m feeling now? She will never know, but I know that I never want to give it up. How could I go back to anything else after this? Such passionate intense orgasms, the ropes of cum shot into my waiting holes, the babies that all those creampies turned into. I needed it forever, even when I’m an old lady, I’ll still need cock like this.

Finally, after fucking for an hour, he built up enough to cum inside me with his second load. After every surface of my inner walls had been coated in a thick layer, I couldn’t feel how much cum he was unloading in me. But by the groans he was making, and the fact he laid on my chest for several minutes after panting and heaving for his breath to return, I knew it was a lot. Usually after such an intense series of orgasms, I would feel ashamed for cheating on my real husband, but now I found myself not even thinking about him at all. In fact right now I was thinking what kind of information I could give my superiors to let me stay with John permanently. He stroked my hair as his body lay pressed against my tits. His dick going soft inside my pussy. Who knew I could fall so in love with a white man? Do all Japanese girl feel this way?

Later that night, he told me that his superiors back in America were sending him orders to return home for an unknown amount of time. It seems that all his spies that I helped to kill had spooked his bosses back home and they wanted him pulled out of China before he got caught. Who knows if he’d ever come back or if I would ever see him again if I stayed, but instead of feeling like telling my own superiors now is the time to strike before he’s gone, I found myself planning a scheme to return to America with him as his Japanese wife and continue spying on him from abroad. I hoped they would trust me with such a mission, even though it was all just an excuse to take his cock every day. Soon Japan would win the war and I could live in America with my new husband as victorious woman in a defeated country. His pure white bloodline tainted by my Asian genes.

— CALIFORNIA, SEPTEMBER, 1942 —

I had gotten approval to travel to America with my husband, and had just arrived by our ship in San Diego harbor. My real husband and family had no idea I was so far from home and likely never will. During the weeks long journey, John and I fucked almost everyday in our private room on the passenger liner we sailed on. He managed to impregnate me for the second time two days into our trip. Our little daughter playing in her crib as her parents conceived her future sibling in the bed right next to her. I can’t wait to explore America with John and our babies. My pussy is ready to give him many more children in the years to come…

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