An Assassin's Life In Spain Part: 1

All characters are over 18+. A longer than usual story, hope you enjoy it.

Karl Bauer sat at his street side table, enjoying his cup of coffee in the warm morning air. It was a pleasant Spanish morning, similar to his old home in Bavaria. Karl wasn't just an ordinary man off the street, like those that walked past him every morning. He was an assassin, one close enough to retirement that his working days were largely past. A veteran of the German army's elite KSK (Kommando Speziälkrafte) of twelve years, and eight years with the BND (Bundesnachrichtendienst), or the German's equivalent to the CIA, Karl was more than capable of making people disappear without a trace. Usually these people aren't the kind you'd feel sorry for anyway, but he could choose which targets to engage and which to ignore. After one too many close calls, he left his home in Germany to live here in Spain, in a small village where he can relax.

Karl has friends in places all over Europe and America, so it's not hard to find someone to look the other way when all he's trying to do is enjoy a peaceful life. He thought he'd be able to just sit on the money he put away and live quietly here in Spain, but a man approached his table that would bring him back. A friend of his from Spanish Intelligence (CNI), Fernando Garcia was one of those men who looked the other way because of what Karl had done with him in the past. Fernando walked up and sat at the table with Karl. The two old friends exchanged pleasantries before Fernando got to why he had come.

"I need him back, the man you used to be..." Fernando said in a hushed tone.

"I'm retired now, who's to say he's still capable?" Karl replied playing coy.

"Please Karl, I only ask you this one time. It's a simple job, far less than the work I did to make your comfortable life here possible." Fernando said.

"If it's so easy, why can't you do it? I'm sure there's plenty of strapping young men at CNI that would love your kind of jobs." Karl asked back.

"Yes, but this is a high profile target, and I need someone professional, and above all quiet. These new guys grew up watching all these spy thrillers and think they can be the next Jason Bourne. It's not how things work and you know that." Fernando explained.

"Very well then, this one time, and only cause you asked nicely. Whose the target?" Karl asked.

"A woman, her names Carmen Martinez. She used to work for us but we think she's been selling secret intelligence under the table. We've had four undercover agents in Morocco killed in the last six months and from what I can tell, it leads back to her. The President has been trying to clean up the military and intelligence services for years and has been failing. If it comes out that one of ours is selling secrets, the King will have his head. This has to be done so that no one finds out what she was really doing. It's best to make it look like a suicide. Got it?" Fernando said, handing Karl a manila envelope with information on his target inside.

"I'll see what I can do..." Karl said back.

Karl studied the information, staring at the attached photo of Carmen as he sat on his small sailboat off the coast of Valencia. He sat on the deck with a spotting scope, watching Carmen in her home north of the city from far enough away that he'd be just another boat out at sea. She was a beautiful woman, long black hair and dark eyes, peachy white skin and a trim figure. Karl was in day four of his recon, a period which could last days, weeks, or even longer. What Fernando said about his new recruits was right, this job isn't flashy, or quick, it's sitting around for months watching a target's every move and if the moment ever comes to take them out, it lasts all of a few seconds before it's over. Karl was sitting on his boat watching her, building a pattern on her movements, what she did and when she did it.

Of all the targets Karl has been after, this one was rather enjoyable to say the least. Usually his targets are men, and not the men people like to look at either. But Carmen was a beautiful Spanish woman, and she liked to enjoy skinny dipping in her pool in the evenings. From over half a kilometer away, Karl watched as Carmen removed her favorite red bikini and sit in the warm water of the pool before enjoying the evening sun. Her soft round boobs were the closest thing he'd ever seen to perfection. Her ass, just as stunning, the perfect ratio of thickness between her ass and her thin waistline. Her body perfectly manicured, not a trace of hair anywhere except her head. Her clean shaven, and smooth pussy hid beautifully between her buttery smooth hips.

So far, Carmen has been a woman of habit. Wakes up at 7:00am, works out with her trainer for an hour, showers and goes into town till 3:00pm, skinny dips in the pool and sits outside till later then returns inside for dinner. If she really was Intelligence, she lived an easy going life. One that clearly suggested she was unaware she was being followed. After a week, Karl decided he needed to see where she went during the day, and get a closer look inside the house. He could live on his sail boat for weeks, but he could only learn so much from out here. It was time to go to shore.

Right on queue, Carmen left her house to go into town. Her home was covered by a brick wall covered in white plaster in front, with a black steel gate that shut behind her as she drove off into town. Climbing the wall wouldn't be an option because she likely had cameras installed, and blowing the gate open would be far to loud. As Karl followed Carmen through the streets, she didn't do anything or meet with anyone that seemed suspicious. Just a normal young woman trying to find some fun. He sat at a table, drinking coffee in one of the many courtyard cafes as his target ate lunch at the restaurant across the way. It was then that his interest was peaked. Standing underneath an archway was a man, then he looked over to the other end of the square and two more were there. They were wrong. Something about them was off, even if they weren't doing anything. He looked closer and it was clear that these men were some kind of trained security. They were easy to spot for a trained eye like Karl's because of the clothing. Each of the three men were wearing "tactical" clothing made to look like regular clothes to blend in with a crowd. But no one in this crowd dresses that way, and it made them stick out.

Karl reviewed the info package in his head, and at no point did it mention Carmen having security hired to protect her. But why were they here? Did Fernando hire them to kill Carmen in case he failed? As Carmen got up to leave, no returning home for the day, Karl went to leave, but in a different direction. As expected, two of the men followed him down the street as the other presumably stayed with her. If these were an example of Fernando's new recruits, no wonder he needed Karl. They stood out like a sore thumb, and were easily defeated by Karl's experienced counter tracking. Training made all the more easy by the clothes he had on. A nice pair of tailored white linen pants, with a black polo shirt, a pair of brown leather loafers and matching belt, with sunglasses. Casual yet elegant and perfect to blend in to this Spanish environment.

Despite being forced to abandon the tail on Carmen, the day wasn't completely ruined. Earlier that day, inside a small bookstore, Karl managed to run a WiFi sniffer which gained him access to Carmen's phone, and from there her computer. Now he had everything. After circling around the city loosing his tail, he eventually returned to his boat anchored in the harbor. He pulled every useful piece of information from Carmen's phone and laptop that he could, including the camera feeds from her security system. He had his plan ready.

The next day, when Carmen left her home, Karl snuck in past the slowly closing gate, slipping out of view before she could check behind her. He owned her camera feeds and new where to move in order to remain hidden from view. With the next several hours to spare, he searched the house top to bottom, gathering any evidence he could on Carmen's supposed treason. The only thing he found that suggested Carmen was anything other than a bored young woman looking desperately for a good time was her service pistol tucked away in her desk drawer. A black Sig P320, a big gun for a woman her size. Considering how difficult it would be for a woman like her to get a gun like this, the info about her being Intelligence was credible, even though the evidence for her selling secrets was lacking.

As he searched the home, his phone pinged. Karl had set up alerts in case Carmen's home security system detected anything. Carmen had returned home early. He pulled out his pistol, a customized HK P30 with a flashlight and suppressor attached. He had it loaded with subsonic ammunition, which was perfect for taking out individual targets when you want no one to hear you, but suffers from lower power and thus isn't good for armored targets. Thankfully, Carmen wasn't wearing armor. The door opened as Karl hide on the second floor of the home, waiting for her to come upstairs. He planned to make this look like a burglary gone wrong, but as he stood there waiting, pistol raised and ready to fire, Carmen came around the far side corner. The two raised their pistols at each other, she had in her hand the much smaller Walther PPK, the classic pistol made famous by James Bond and far easier for a woman of her size to carry without anyone noticing.

"What are you doing in my house!? Did my husband send you?" she asked in a thick Spanish accent.

"Husband? I never met your husband." Karl replied.

"You were sent here to kill me, no? I figured it would be one of those men outside, but they're far to sloppy. You seemed impressive, but clearly I was wrong." she said.

"You're right about why I'm here, but I have nothing to do with those men out there. In fact, I thought they were your men since they followed me instead of you." Karl told her.

"Well they have to be sent by somebody. Tell me, who sent you here?" Carmen asked, still holding her gun up.

"Someone you work with, Fernando Garcia. He says you're selling information under the table and hired me to take you out." Karl told her.

"Fernando Garcia? So you were sent by my husband!" she said angrily.

"He's your husband? Why would he want me to kill you then?" Karl asked.

"Probably because he knows I found out about his activities and was about to blow the whistle on all of it, so he tried to pin it on me and have you kill me so it wouldn't get out. Tell me, how much did he pay you?" Carmen asked.

"$500,000 once the job was finished." Karl answered.

"He always was cheap, I'm worth way more than that. He probably is thinking you'll finish the job and then have those men out there kill you to cover up loose ends once you leave." Carmen said, finally lowering her gun, "Come with me, I have a safe house in the north near the French border that we can go to. Unless you still want to kill me..." Carmen said as she untied the neck strap on her long white dress, dropping it to the floor around her ankles and revealing her entirely naked body to Karl right then and there.

"No thanks, there's more to life than money, and I certainly wasn't getting enough of it to deprive the world of a beautiful woman like you..." Karl said looking her up and down.

Carmen went to her closet and changed into another outfit, a black dress with a loose white shirt, thin an very transparent in the light, with her lack of a bra you could see through to her soft pink nipples easily. She grabbed her other gun, and a small bag before leading Karl to the garage. The pair got in her car, a modest two door BMW and drove off to the north. Karl watched the mirrors, waiting for the men to follow behind. They'd have to be truly incompetent to not be following them right now. Then, sure enough, Karl noticed a black sports car following them from a distance.

"Make a left here, then another left two blocks down." He told her.

"Followers?" Carmen asked.

"The three musketeers are back..." Karl answered.

She did as he asked, making a series of left turns, then another series of right turns, each time the car followed. They knew it was them for sure. A random car doesn't follow you through that many consecutive turns on accident. Not unless you're both lost. Now there was a problem, do they engage the men, and risk Fernando finding out they're now working together, or try and shake them off and have them report back? For now they chose to flee, no need to have the police following them, too. Thankfully for Karl, Carmen was highly trained in defensive driving and counter tracking. It took a few extra hours, but they lost the tail before making their way north.

As they settled in, hiding the car in the garage and keeping the lights inside off, the pair sat on the couch together.

"So what was your husband doing that he felt he had to kill you to keep a secret?" Karl asked.

"He wasn't just selling information, he was trafficking children. Taking children from migrant families and selling them into sex slavery here in Spain, France, and England. As well as Spanish girls and moving them to North Africa. Not just him but practically his whole unit. No doubt the reason his men are so inexperienced is because the good ones are either in on the scheme or were killed when they found out what he was doing." Carmen explained.

"Well, I'll help you if I can. But with the life I've lived, I might not be the most believable source if you ask me to share this information. I doubt people will believe an assassin to tell the truth." Karl replied.

"Thank you, and all I ask is you keep me alive. Apparently that's too much for the man I married..." Carmen said.

"How long has it been since you've been apart?" Karl asked.

"Almost a year. I've been so... bored. I go into town hoping to find a man, either to please me or kill me, but I haven't found anyone... except you..." Carmen said looking up at him with her soft "fuck me" Spanish eyes.

Karl was old enough to know when a woman is giving a hint, and this was a written invitation. He moved in for a kiss, brushing her thick black hair back behind her head, holding her cheek as they kissed. A young Spanish woman like this, not having sex or any male attention for a whole year, her mind is begging and pleading for a dick. After a year of sexual repression, Carmen was melting out her clothes. She found herself in the company of a tall blonde German man, one who can and has killed, and that turned her on. She was stripping him of his clothes as they made out in the darkness of her safe house. They had just enough light to see each other, but it wasn't much as the two were now naked.

Carmen was on top of him, grinding her hips into his lap, wrapping the soft pink lips of her Spanish pussy around his long hard shaft like a hotdog in a bun. The free flowing juices from her needy pussy glazing him, lubricating his cock for what was to come. He felt her tits, grabbing, squeezing, groping. Playing with them like a child with it's toys. When their lips weren't locked with each other's, they were exploring their bodies, kissing each other's necks and chests. It had been a long time for both of them. But when Carmen finally grabbed hold of Karl's thick white cock, and pressed the tip in her gushing pussy and sitting down slowly, it all came back to them.

"Mmmh! Mmmh! Oh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck that feels good!" Carmen moaned out. The sounds of them kissing filled the air.

Karl grabbed her ass, squeezing tightly and riding it down as she bounced on his cock. "Where's the bed?" he asked her between kisses.

"That door there, inside..." Carmen got out before moaning from the pleasure of the cock inside her.

Karl grabbed her ass, and standing up carried her through the dark house to the bedroom. Karl was 43 years old, Carmen couldn't be a day over 30, but he didn't know if the file he had studied was even accurate anymore. Regardless, she was an easy lift for him and she was so horny that she was humping him as he held her up. As good as gravity felt, dropping her pussy down hard on his cock, throwing her down on her back on the corner of her bed and fucking her hard and deep felt even better. He was fucking her, yes, but he was relieving years of sexless life into a very submissive and breedable Spanish woman who was just as sexually repressed as he was.

"Have you ever been with a Spanish girl like me?" Carmen asked.

"First time..." Karl responded.

"Then let me show what you've been missing..." she said back as she rolled them over. Karl now on his back and head on the pillow as Carmen straddled his waist, grinding his cock hard. She smooth waxed pussy rubbed on his pelvis as she fucked him as deep as his cock could go inside her, his patch of hair above his cock scratching her sensitive little clit and making her go wild with pleasure. She was a very experience, very horny, cock addicted slut. Back in the day, a girl like Carmen would've been married and had at least 12 children by now. With the way she was riding this long hard cock, it's as if she was making up for lost time. If her husband succeeded in killing her, this may be the last cock she ever gets.

"God I love the way your pussy feels! Your husband is a fucking moron!" Karl said as she fucked herself on his dick.

"Your cock is so fucking big! I've never had a cock like this! I don't think I've ever felt a cock so big stretching me out before!" Carmen moaned back.

The two went back and forth, swapping between being on top, and being on bottom. Each one trying desperately to out fuck the other, leading to the most intense and insane orgasms Carmen had felt in her life. Karl was by no means a virgin either, but the girls he'd fucked were all busty blonde Bavarian girls. He thought he had been blessed getting to fuck them his whole life, but fucking this cute Spanish girl was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Similarly, Carmen had only fucked Spanish men, mostly just her husband. While they are good, they were either too young at the time to know how to please, or too complacent since they were married to get her off properly. Now, in the company of this strong masculine German man, Carmen melted back into the feminine woman she always was supposed to be.

Karl held her hands above her head and pinned her into the bed. He fucked her the way he wanted and she was powerless to stop it, but that just made it sexier for her. She had had four orgasms already, and was squirting during number five. Karl pulled her soft thighs around his hips as he ravaged her pussy deep, making the mattress creak with every thrust. Her body, her pussy, was making him work. She was testing his endurance with her tight cunt, just like he was testing her with his hard cock. This had become more than just sex, and more than just relieving each other's pent up desires. This was a trust building exercise between two people who had tried to kill each other when they first met. Now, in just a few hours, his cock was thrusting against her cervix as they fucked like Adam and Eve in the garden without concern.

"Christ, don't you fucking dare stop fucking me!" Carmen moaned out.

"Your pussy is mine now. I own this pussy!" Karl said back in her ear.

"That's right baby, fuck your pussy! Use your pussy! I want to feel you cum, I want to feel it inside me! Cum in your pussy!" Carmen moaned as the strokes increased inside her and his cock began to twitch and pulsate.

At this point she was riding him, their bodies pressed together as tight as possible. Not even a crowbar could separate them now. She felt the pulsing vein in his cock inside her but just keep grinding his dick. He didn't announce he was cumming, there was no need. Instead he grabbed hold of her ass tight with both hands and held it down tight around his cock as he shot rope after creamy, thick rope of cum into her tight pussy. Carmen climaxing with Karl, laid on top of him as her orgasm subsided and his huge load leaked from her vibrant young pussy. They kissed for some time as the two were, for better or worse, hopelessly falling in love already as their naked bodies lay pressed together in bed. As they fell asleep in each other's arms, they were totally unaware that the three men from before had followed them here. Sitting and waiting outside, they had listened in on the whole sexual encounter. Knowing the two were unprepared, they moved in for the attack...

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I hope you all enjoyed this story. I know it's long and not what I usually write but I wanted something different to spice things up a bit. I recently saw Ballerina with my husband and was in the mood for a story like this. For those wondering, the model in the pictures is Kiki Cash, and from what I can tell, just has nude photos online but no porn with others. If you enjoyed this, or even if you hated it, tell me so I know if I should write more parts or not. I still don't know if this was a spy story with a sex scene or a sex scene with a spy story attached. Anyway, I hope you like it!