karen sullivan

THE

STATUESQUE

MS. KAREN

SULLIVAN

The Fictional Saga Of Two

People Deeply In Love And Caught

Up In Undercover Espionage

And Weapons’ Negotiations,

Or At the very Least A

Good Novel, Novelette or

Movie Script Or Plot, Eh?

By Izzy Ess Of Happiness

Ms. Karen Sullivan was behind the counter of the Hotel Dieu in Montreal.  Her uniform was tightly fitting and was black and well accessorized with bright red alouettes and angels, part of the logo of the Hotel Dieu.  All the clerks were wearing these tight-fitting and completely covering the female clerks from their necks down to their wrists and ankles.  All the clerks were women.  Karen with a somewhat sexy husky voice asked me to sign in as I registered for the penthouse suite atop the grand hotel, twenty stories up with a grand view of the Royal Mount and the old part of the city on the River, the St. Laurence Seaway.  I’d been a frequent business visitor to Montreal and stayed, as always, in the Premier’s Suite, with my own elevator entrance and a special elevator key that was basically my room key.

This was the first time I laid eyes on Karen Sullivan.  She had just been hired fresh out of her long classes in Hotel Management given at McGill, the famous University of Montreal.  She had long red hair swept up behind her head in a French style that was exquisitely done up.  Her eyes were a deep blue.  Her skin was clear.  Her uniform could hardly cover her great pulchritude.  She had the perfect shape of a tall model but was not too small on top where she projected her two ample breasts and nipples tight against her uniform.  The buttons strained to keep her breasts contained.  Her figure was a perfect hourglass and her hips and legs were very shapely.  Outlines of her body were accentuated by her uniform’s tight fit as she presented me with my own key to my own elevator.  She was calm and cool and quite efficient, calling me by name, Sir William Eisenstein of Ottawa.  Our Karen did her homework and she knew from the Hotel records that described my face and cool demeanor, accurately.  Staying at this fine Hotel was quite respected by the whole hotel efficient staff that went about their businesses with calmness and a coolness that was quite striking when compared to the hotels in other cities that I visited.

Ms. Sullivan did smile and asked, “Do you approve?”  She’d caught me looking at her figure and she liked my admiration.  I was caught off-guard but recovered quickly and replied, “Why yes, Ms. Sullivan, I do approve, tremendously.  Have you ever been a model or been photographed because of your great beauty?”  Ms. Karen smiled and nodded.  “Yes, Sir William, I have modelled women’s negligees for Sears and other catalogues last year when I was still at College getting my Associate’s Degree.  And thank you for your admiration, Sir.  You are obviously a good judge of beauty!  Would you like your usual Champaign and caviar?  I could send it up and it would be there when you get there, if you wish.”  Again I was struck by her intelligence and great efficiency.  She had done her homework, obviously.  I said, “That would be fine, Ms. Sullivan.  And did you make me an appointment for my massotherapy?”  She smiled.  “Of course, Sir William.  The Spa and Nancy are expecting you at 3:15 o’clock this afternoon.  Your robe and slippers and your towels are on your bed.”

I left the front desk with reluctance.  I did wish I could see a lot more of this wonderfully built and wonderfully so efficient wonderful Ms. Sullivan.  However, business was my business and I was soon expected to meet with Sir Pierre le Duc at exactly 5:30 pm when we would share supper in my suite and discuss the sale of pistols to the FLQ, the Québec Liberation Front politicking for the complete separation of Québec from the rest of Canada, with the creation of the Sovereign Country of Québec.

My usual masseuse was Nancy Wong who was petite enough to walk all over my bare back and front and use her tiny feet to stroke my manhood so it would be woody.  Then, so silently, she straddled both my hips and with her lubricated honey pot, she lubricated my erection and she took a big deposit of my salty semen deep inside herself.  She did enjoy her masterful manipulation since I felt her have at least a dozen spasms of her honey pot.  She even smiled at me in real appreciation of my good control and my five hundred loonie tip.

My session with Ms. Wong was done at 4:15 exactly which gave me just enough to get up to my penthouse and prepare for Sir Pierre le Duc which was scheduled for exactly 5:30.  I was still in my robe when there was a knock at my front door.  It was Ms. Sullivan with a big smile and a big cart of food and drink.  She was striking as she pointed out the hot food and the cold food and the chilled Champaign and caviar.  She smiled and said, “Your robe is open, my dear Sir William, and your manhood standing up like that means that you are undressing me completely with your mind and eyes and would like to see me naked, eh?”  I was startled as I looked and saw that she was right.  She stripped off all her clothes and showed me just how pulchritudinous she was.  She asked, “If this is to your liking, you can have me later for a price.  I charge 500 loonies for a short half hour.  A thousand will get me to do ‘most anything for one whole hour and two thousand will get me to have a snack with you and some sexual dalliance for two whole hours.  If you want me to come by soon after Sir Pierre departs and stay with you until the hour of 6:00 am, it’ll cost you a whole 10,000 loonies and whatever tip you care to give me.  I don’t bend for friends.  I am expensive but I am so really good. Sir William.  You would get your money’s worth!”

Her frankness was refreshing and I signed up for her overnight good services.  She dressed and quickly left.  As she turned she quipped, “I really like what Nancy does, but I am too heavy for most people to be walking on their abdomens.  I do so many other wonders of a union with a man like you.  You won’t regret the payment for me; I assure you!”

Karen filled my mind with fantasies.  It was hard for me to concentrate on what Pierre was asking when he came for filet mignon and lobster tail, an appetizer shrimp dish with its piquant shrimp sauce, boiled young potatoes, buttered white asparagus and dessert, a chocolate Sundae made with chocolate ice-cream and chocolate fudge sauce.  There were Cuban cigars and Napoleon brandy in large snifters for relaxing and a Montreal-produced movie full of naked women making it with naked Frenchmen for their enjoyment.  Sir Pierre excused himself at 7:00 sharp to make his anticipated appointment with Ms. Nancy Wong.

I wasn’t sure that I had done Pierre a service when I turned him down for Smith and Wesson pistols for the FLQ.  However, he seemed satisfied to be considering Israeli built Uzis for his quite militant political and revolutionary organization of bold Frenchmen.  The Uzi was quite popular as a small repeating automatic rifle which was small and compact.  I was distracted by my fantasies of Karen Sullivan and there she was, so promptly knocking at my door at 7:05.  I opened wide the door and greeted Karen in a Hotel Dieu fine robe, spikes and a diamond necklace on her lovely throat.  She smiled and entered, or rather glided, into the grand penthouse.  I paid her in one thousand dollar loonie notes and she did tuck it in her robe without so much as counting it.  She dropped her robe immediately to reveal again her pulchritude, her amazing ample breasts and tiny pink nipples and her pubic bush of bright red hair.  Her derriere was quite magnificent and her legs were long and very shapely.  She did not remove her four inch spikes which accentuated her great calves and made her even taller.  She offered me another bottle of Napoleon and two more Cubans, plus two parfaits of strawberry and blueberry sweet flavours.

I could not take my eyes and mind away from her quite striking physicality.  Her mentality was also very striking and inviting.  I dropped my clothes to match her nakedness and sat beside her on the comfy love chair, sipping brandy and puffing on my Cuban with her doing much the same.  We didn’t say much for a while.  Then she started all the entertainment by a comment on my manhood.  She said, “I like your bold erection, my dear Sir William.  Would you like to get it warmed up and a little lubricated to begin with or do you have another plan?”  I grew to love her openness and direct approach.  She beamed a smile at me as if to reassure me that our union was to be a great one for almost the eleven hours that she had promised me.  “Did you like the movie that I picked for you and Sir Pierre?  Did your business come to a good conclusive end or will you have to meet him once again?”

I replied that I was not at liberty to discuss the goings on between myself and Sir Pierre.  She never asked about my business dealings from then on.

She must have read my mind for she suggested we had a lot of time to dally and perhaps a slow and gentle start would be the order of the evening and the night.  She asked, “In attacking like the Jewish players do in old New York, do you prefer the chopped liver attack or do you still play the Spanish Death?”  I smiled and asked, “Would you like to challenge me to a good game of chess?”  She replied, “That would be great, Sir William!  There is a chess set in the liqueur cabinet, I think.”  Ms. Karen rose to get the chess set and I got a better look at her great derriere.  Her wiggle was akin to a ballet.  She turned her head and asked, “If you like my wiggle, you will love it when we do enjoin.  I wiggle like a jitterbugger doing rapid time or if you prefer a waltz, I do that, too!”

The chess game was outstanding.  She was a champion, it seems, and she anticipated my old tricky moves with cool rejoinders which did neutralize just any strong attack I would have had.  She countered my strong Spanish with her own aggressive Marshall counter-attack which almost took my queen.  I played as skillfully as possible and managed only a reluctant draw.  She smiled and said, “You do play well, my dear Sir William.  Perhaps, someday we’ll have a chance to play again.  What now?”  I asked her to just pick a topic and she smiled and said, “OK, how ‘bout we talk about the Syrians and how their revolution might affect the prices that they have to pay for arms?”  I replied without revealing my own business with the Syrians.  “I think the Syrians are playing off the Russian and American self-interests.  Russia is right in there supplying arms to the incumbents while the Americans are supplying all the rebels with enough to hold them off.  I think both combatant parties are up to their small necks with arms galore from both the Russians and Americans.  I think the Russians have the upper hand having stepped right in and forced the leaders of the country to negotiate and give up the deadly gasses they were using to get the UN on their side.  I think the Americans did not play this one cleverly and were outfoxed by the much more wily Russian politicians.”  Karen’s nimble mind was so exciting that my manhood started throbbing and putting out a little semen.  Karen noticed and bent over me and licked it up.  I could not help myself.  The move was such a sexy one, I let my semen go into her mouth.  She swallowed all of it and smiled and asked, “What did it, my dear Sir William?  Did I say something sexy that turned you on so strongly?”  I smiled and said, “Every word you utter and every chess move that you make makes me excited well beyond these circumstances.  May I should ask you what you would like to do?”

Ms. Karen Sullivan stood up and took me by the hand and led me to the bed.  She pushed me gently so I lay supine.  She lay on top of me with her legs wrapped around my head and murmured, “How ‘bout some good old-fashioned 69.  I’d love for you to push your tongue into my honeypot and also for you to tongue my little wee-wee, eh?”  I complied with pleasure as she put my masthead deep inside her throat and tongued it expertly.  I was surprised about how fast I had reloaded and how much a load of semen I did give her.  She said, “Now that was just delicious, my dear.  You get the honours.  What is it that you would like to do?”

I pushed her off me and I sat up on the edge of the big bed.  I asked her to lay down upon my knees so I could stroke her derriere.  She draped herself over both my knees, her hands and feet upon the floor.  I looked for a few moments at her wonderful posterior and admired all the features of it.  I spanked her gently and she laughed.  She said, “A little harder please.  If you would use more force, it would make my big derriere get red and tingling and I will start to lubricate immediately.  OK?”  I complied and slapped her with my palms so that it made a loud resounding noise.  She laughed again.  “I am not made of china.  Please, Sir William, use some of that muscle you do have and give me twenty whacks.  Now, go!”

I complied and gave her forty whacks that were sufficient to turn her buns all red and have her start her squirting down my legs.  She moaned and she did spasm several times and held my knees so very tightly so that I felt just squeezed against her body and it turned me on.  She must have felt my urgent hardness.  She stood up and could see my throbbing penis and she turned her tush to me and sat upon my lap.  My masthead hit the mark and my manhood slipped so deep inside of her.  She spread her legs and reached down and just cupped my scrotum and my balls which did excite me extraordinarily.  I shot my new load deep inside of her and she did spasm more than ten times while sitting on my lap.  She laughed and said, “Hey mister, are you sure that you are old?  You sure perform as if you were but seventeen.  Wow!”  “It’s you, you Jezebel, you Lilith.  It is you who have driven me so far up a wall.  I am ecstatic.  Can’t you tell?”  “Yes I can, you little boy.  Would you dare to come and play with my quite little girl?”  “Any time!” I said.  “Well my darling little boy, what game would you just like to play with me?”

She was delightful.  She contrived to stroke my manhood and make it hard again and then she put it deep inside herself and started talking like a little girl.  She put her finger in her mouth and said, “I like your lollipop!  May I lick it for you?”  I offered her my finger and she licked it with her tongue quite actively.  I asked, “Now may I lick your lollypop, the little one between your legs?”  “Of course, my darling little boy.  Here it is and it is red, already.  Why, here it is, right between my lower lips.  Now lick it and just lick it hard!”  I did and Karen started wailing like a little girl enjoying a big ice-cream cone.  She wailed and started squirting her hot juice all over me.  We laughed and laughed until we fit ourselves together and we pumped just like a Chevy piston.  What fun we had!

About 3:00 we spooned upon the bed and I contrived to get my manhood deep inside of her.  She yawned and fell asleep and so did I.  We slept like logs and did not awake until after 6:00.  She jumped up out of bed and exclaimed, “I gotta run.  I start at 7:00 behind the desk downstairs.  I’ll just take a quick shower here and run down to my first floor room and get into my funny uniform.  Will I see you later?”  “You betcha,” I said eagerly.  “I’ll see you sooner than you think.”

Downstairs in the hotel lobby, at an early 7:01, I did see Karen to check out.  I needed to get to the airport soon to catch a plane to Washington, DC, to meet a weapons buyer for the US Army, that afternoon.  I would be staying at the Hilton and I left my schedule for the next month with Karen.  In one month, I would return to Montreal and I wanted her to know that fact.

At the Washington Hilton, late that evening, it was I who was surprised by Karen knocking at my door.  She said she’d lied to her employer about her mother being ill and had been granted a month’s leave of absence to help her mother.  And here she was prepared to travel with me, at her own expense and at no expense for me.  She said she loved me and would like a trial of just bending for a friend without an exorbitant fee.  I lied to my employer and said that I did need to hire a good assistant who could travel with me and keep on the straight and narrow while I negotiated the weapon’s sales to militants around the countries of the Continent.

It was like a lovely honeymoon with Karen at my side for a whole month of lovely nights of romance and delicious unions.  Karen was so loving and attentive to my needs that it was never necessary to say anything.  On the other side, my Karen seemed to like whatever I did do to make her happy and excited.  We explored the city’s restaurants and comfy bistros and we walked and talked all over.  The nights were so romantic and exciting that we hardly slept.  I felt refreshed each morning and quite ready to negotiate with my contacts for the sale of weapons.  I didn’t guess who was the real employer of my paramour until it was too late to get away without her having cornered me, completely and surprisingly.

We just were leaving to depart for Montreal when she arrested me for weapon selling crimes to foreign agents for the month.  She was an agent of the Canadian secret service, the RCMP, whose main concern was the stopping of the sale of weapons to the foreign agents with whom I dealt.  She handcuffed me to herself and we flew back to Montreal and prison!  On the aeroplane, she helped me to the bathroom and we became bold members of the mile high club.  The handcuffs were a little cumbersome but she commanded me to do her bidding and I did comply as we did consummate our membership.

In Monteal, she let me go and said, “I love you William!  You are wonderful and I adore you.  Please make your quick escape and I will say that you outfoxed me and disappeared in Montreal.  I’m sure that if you do return to Ottawa, they will not look there, because I told them that you had a ticket to escape to Newfoundland and then to Russia to defect.  Good luck Sir William.  I will miss you.  If you break my cover I will damn you but I won’t stop loving you.  Happy Landings!  And, Bon Voyage.  I hope you’re happy with your wife in Ottawa.”

Karen turned and fled to find a cab before I could explain that the wife she did discover was a cover for myself and my own agency for selling arms, and that she was a loyal employee who had been hired to act as if she were my wife so that I did appear to be a quiet member of the social circles in our Ottawa, our base of operations for the sale of weapons.  The fact that we were frequent lovers was an incidental fact of life and was enjoyable but not emotionally involved.  I returned to Olga Julkovitch, in Ottawa, and resumed my sham life with her.  I was glad to be a comfort to her just as she was comfortable to me.  I reported to her about Karen, leaving out the fact we loved each other.  Olga did express concern that she had made it dangerous for us for she may have the option of revealing what my cover was.  Olga was my contact for my foreign agency that was involved in selling arms to foreign agents.  I was given no assignments for six months to ensure my cover was OK and that I was securely covered by Olga and the other agents.

In six months I was assigned to meet two Chinese agents in Vancouver to negotiate the sale of weapons to their bosses in Beijing.  I felt quite safe, having again established a great cover in my Ottawa fake marriage and co-habitation with my fellow agent, Olga Jay.  The Chinese agents must have had investigated me quite thoroughly because they asked about my loyal wife in Ottawa, Ontario.  I smiled and answered that we were very happy in our little house and cozy home.  They were open about their need to purchase automatic weapons made in Canada for their own use in Beijing where there was some conflicts with the US agents of the CIA based in the American Embassy in Beijing.  The Embassy was closely guarded by a small division of the US Navy who were trained assassins, eh?  They didn’t say exactly what their plans were for the automatic rifles, but I guessed it may involve a plot to just eliminate the agents that were working there to increase the security within the old Forbidden City.  I was staying in the Royal York Hotel in downtown old Vancouver.

After two full hours of frank negotiation in my room atop the hotel, in the Royal Suite, they left apparently quite satisfied that some agreement would be reached, anon.  I ordered a gourmet meal of pheasant under glass and took a shower to refresh myself before I started eating.  I just finished showering and was in my warmed up robe and comfy slippers, all supplied by the Hotel of The British Colombia, when I heard my doorbell rung and walked to open wide the door to get my meal wheeled in.  The waiter looked familiar but I couldn’t quite remember where I’d seen him.  When the tray was wheeling in and the door was automatically locked, the waiter got undressed and did remind me where I had seen him before.  It was my lover, Karen Sullivan, wearing nothing but a smile and four inch spikes.

My Karen held a finger to her lips to keep me silent while we hugged for several moments.  Then she took me by my already enlarged and hardened manhood to the big bed and she put me on my back.  She straddled both my hips and pointed my erection to her private parts beneath her curly pubic bright red hair and got me deep inside her honeypot.  She ground her hips against mine and she just enjoyed our making love again after the long absence from my life.  We grunted and perspired and managed to achieve a great big bang for me and many smaller bangs for her, continuously for a full half hour of abject pleasure.  Karen smiled her winning smile and again she held her finger up to her broad lips and cautioned me.  She pointed to a vent up in the wall and I presumed she knew about the camera and the microphone.  I had found them earlier and not acknowledged that they were there to my Chinese undercover quietly negotiating agents.  Karen lay her breasts upon my chest and hugged me lovingly.  We didn’t move for a half hour while we shared our warmth and loving energy.  My manhood had recovered and she pumped me vigourously for another round of thrilling pleasures!  She put her hand to cover my own mouth to muffle all my screaming while she squeezed me vigourously with her honeypot.  We fell asleep, exhausted but still quite enjoined.  It was after midnight when we awoke to eat some cold gourmet food and sample some quite chilled Champaign.

So silently, we ate our food and stayed as much as possible out of range of the equipment in my vents.  Karen wrote a message in my palm with her own finger: “I love you darling!”  Then she wrote, “Let’s go!”  We got dressed and left the Hotel by the back door and found an alleyway that lead to the large docking area of old Vancouver.  We walked along the docks to a large boat with Chinese markings and assumed that the Chinese agents were staying there.  We found and empty dinghy and undocked and let it float out to the Pacific Ocean.  Once cleared of all the land and possible observers, we lay down upon the open deck and talked.  My Karen said she disagreed with her bosses at the RCMP that I would have to be eliminated by assassination.  She said, “I love you dearly and I would not like to lose the only man I’ve ever loved without some cash in my own hand.  My orders are to seek you out and shoot you dead, without tipping off the cops who did the murder, eh?”  I smiled at Karen with love in my heart and lust in my groin.  She noticed and gently stroked my manhood ‘til I shot an arch of semen overboard with her good aim while holding my own manly shaft.  I did reciprocate by stroking her small wee-wee ‘til she squealed delightfully and frequently.

Her head was laying on my chest and silently we floated out to sea.  We didn’t realize how far we’d floated until the boat was stopped by a big rock near the State of Washington.  We jumped into the shallow water and waded into the United States, without so much as showing anyone our passports.  “Ms. Karen Sullivan, I welcome you to the new USA.  Would you have the time to marry me and together we can roam the world without ID and make a happy life for us, somewhere, somehow?”  She kissed me in a Frenchy style and said, “Yes, I would, you smart ass old Canuck!  Let’s do it!  Let’s do it, now!”

“Dear Readers, I cannot reveal where I am living now.  I can’t even give you just a hint of where my Karen and I have landed, safely.  We plan to live forever and together, happily.  Adieu my readers, eh?   This is the last you’ll hear from me or Karen, see?  I sincerely wish for you the love and romance that we have attained so secretly.  Good-bye!  Oh, incidentally, my name is NOT Sir William, nor is my lover’s name Ms. Karen, eh?  So, if you Google me, you will NOT find me, just anywhere or anytime!”

AMEN AND HALLELUJAH!

THE END

© Izzy Sommers, MD., Wetland, Kanata, November 19, 2013