Agent 69- Stroken, Not Stirred Page 2

  “Quickly!” You tell Elise, wading through the water back towards the ladder to the escape capsule. The water is already up to chest height and you are fighting against the flow as you slowly make your way back. You can see the ladder some fifty yards away, but the water level is steadily rising, slowing your progress even more.

  “It’s hopeless!” Elise cries behind you, her voice shrill with terror as the water level reaches her neck. “We’re going to drown!”

  “Pull yourself along on the pipes on the ceiling.” You tell her. “We can make it.” But as you continue to fight through the icy cold water, you realise she’s right. The water level reaches the ceiling and you take one last breath before the air disappears. You are still thirty yards short of the ladder and your lungs burn as you run out of air. You watch grimly as Elise violently bucks and shudders as her body forces her to breathe in the seawater. Her eyes are filled with fear, her mouth a silent scream before she relaxes as the life leaves her body. Stubborn to the last, you drag Elise’s inert body behind you before you too succumb. Fingers of ice reach down into your chest as your lungs fill with seawater and everything goes black.

  THE END

  Go back a few moments and rethink your actions

  You wrap one arm around a rung of the ladder and brace yourself as the wall of water sweeps along the corridor towards you, knocking Elise off her feet. She screams as she is dragged along by the powerful head of water. You reach out an arm, groping for her as the wave hits you. You feel her body brush your fingers and you flail out, grasping at her, your hand finding her wrist. You grip her as hard as you can, the powerful surge of water threatening to strip her from your grasp. When it passes, the corridor is half submerged, the icy cold water churning around your waists.

  “Thanks.” She gasps, her eyes still wide with fright.

  “All part of the service.” You grin nonchalantly as you help her up the rungs of the ladder, your eyes lingering a moment on her long, toned legs. As she disappears through the overhead hatch into the escape capsule, you follow her up and slam it shut behind you. You thump a large red button on a control panel mounted on the wall and you hear a mechanical clunk as the capsule is released. You throw yourself down into a seat as the capsule leaves the doomed submarine behind and floats up towards the surface. You breathe a sigh of relief and glance around you. The capsule is circular with a ring of seats around the edge. The hatch you climbed through is in the centre of the floor while another hatch is located in the ceiling. The interior is well heated and takes the chill off your wet bodies. You glance across at the pretty brunette sitting opposite you. She is hugging herself to warm herself back up and notices you gazing across at her. She theatrically puffs out her cheeks and flashes you a relieved smile.

  “Well Miss West,” You grin, “That was a close run thing.”

  “Please, call me Elise.” She smiles. You nod as the capsule rocks violently as it breaks through to the surface, bobbing like a cork before settling down as it floats in the middle of the Atlantic. You glance through the portholes, an orange smudge on the horizon heralding the imminent sunrise. You press a button on the wall behind you, activating the emergency beacon.

  “Now we just sit back, relax and wait to be rescued.” You grin, reclining back in the seat opposite the pretty brunette, your eyes drawn to her black bra clad breasts visible through the all but transparent wet blouse.

  “Well,” She smiles coyly as golden light shines in through the escape capsule’s portholes, “I’d have thought we might find a more enjoyable use of our time.” She reaches up and begins to unbutton her blouse, a tantalising glimpse of her cleavage revealed. “After all, you did save my life…”

  Well, it’s not like you have anything better to do…

  Sleep with the daughter of the most powerful man on the planet? No thanks!

  “I’m extremely flattered,” You tell her gently, “But you’ve been through a traumatic experience and it wouldn’t be right to take advantage of you when you might not be quite yourself.”

  “Such a gentleman!” She smiles, continuing to unbutton her blouse, the damp material clinging to her body. “A pity.” She adds, peeling off the blouse to reveal a slender, tanned body and small, bra clad breasts. Her eyes flick up to meet yours as she unfastens her skirt, lifting herself up off the seat as she tugs it down, letting it drop to her ankles and kicking it away. Now sitting there in just her lacy black underwear, she smiles at your wide eyed expression before slowly parting her legs and sliding her hand down her toned stomach and between her thighs. She runs a finger along the gusset of her panties, tracing the length of her slit beneath the flimsy fabric.

  “Miss West…” You say hoarsely, your mouth dry and your pulse racing. She ignores you, closing her eyes and chewing her lower lip as she slides her hand up to the waistband of her panties and slips it inside. You watch in stunned silence as you see the thin, black fabric stretch as she thrusts her fingers inside, Elise letting out a little gasp as she slips a finger inside her pussy.

  “I’m so wet!” She comments, beginning to thrust her fingers in and out. “You know, I’ve had precious little to do, stuck in that cell. Hours felt like days and I was going out of my mind with boredom.” She reaches up with her free hand and pulls a breast free of the cup of her bra, pulling and pinching at the nipple as she continues to pleasure herself. “I decided to masturbate to pass the time. I remember tentatively touching myself at first, biting my lip to keep quiet, but the closer I got, the less inhibited I became. Just as I was about to orgasm, I noticed a pair of eyes watching me through the small cell door window. One of the guards had obviously heard my little moans and was watching me. After my initial revulsion and embarrassment, I found it quite exciting. I continued, even displaying myself to my voyeur as I touched myself.” Her eyes take on a faraway look and she smiles at the memory, her hand working faster still between her open thighs. “We came together, him grunting behind the door while my moans of ecstasy echoed in the cell. It was quite magical.”

  “If you say so.” You reply doubtfully, squirming slightly at the uncomfortable erection trapped inside your trousers.

  “He kept checking on me every couple of hours and each time I would touch myself for him and he would watch.” Elise continues, her words becoming increasingly breathless, her face and chest flushing slightly. “I never saw his face or even knew his name, but I found I was quite addicted to performing for an audience.”

  “You’re quite the exhibitionist.” You agree, your throbbing cock aching for attention.

  “Yeah, but it’s no substitute for the real thing.” She grins, gazing pointedly at your groin. “So how about helping a girl out?” With that, she reaches down and yanks the gusset of her panties to one side, lewdly displaying her pussy while continuing to pump her glistening fingers into her juicy slit.

  She’s the US President’s daughter and absolutely off limits!

  Damn it, you’re only human

  “‘British Spy Seduces President’s Daughter’.” You quote grandly as you give in to temptation and begin to strip off. “I can see the headlines now.” You grin. Elise, her eyes lighting up as you pull down your underpants to reveal your hard cock, giggles at the thought.

  “Pretty ironic when you consider the reverse is true.” She smiles, cooing with delight as you drop to your knees before her and hook your fingers into the waistband of her panties. Elise pulls her fingers from her slit and lifts herself up off the seat as you pull them down her slender legs and toss them over your shoulder. She lets out a moan of excitement, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra and slips it off to reveal her small perky breasts, her nipples swollen with her arousal. The bra drops from her hand and she wriggles forward in her chair, breathless in anticipation as you gaze down at her pussy, her puffy lips glistening with her juices. You slowly lower your face between her parted legs, lightly kissing the soft, smooth skin of her inner thighs, feeling the heat radiating out from her aroused pussy a
s you work your way closer to it. Elise squirms with pleasure and excitement as she feels your hot breath on her moist folds. You hesitate, knowing that if you haven’t crossed a line already, you certainly will do once you press your lips to her delicious wet slit. Elise is the daughter of the most powerful man in the world while you are an agent on a mission to rescue her, not seduce her.

  “Do it!” Elise moans with a mixture of frustration and anticipation, a hand reaching for your head to encourage you to continue. You smile to yourself. For once, it’s not you doing the seducing. Elise West is certainly a girl who knows what she wants and is used to getting it. Who are you to deny her?

  “The things I do for England.” You quip, before grasping her hips and burying your face in her wet folds, the smell of saltwater mingling with the feminine aroma of her arousal.

  “Oh yes!” She moans as your tongue finds her slit, her fingers lacing through your hair and pulling your face in tightly against her pussy. “Lick me, taste me, ohhh yes, just like that!” You lash your tongue against her hole, enjoying the taste of her as she moans with delight. Now you have given in to temptation, your reservations are swiftly forgotten as you enthusiastically pleasure the amorous brunette. Your cock is rock hard and aching almost painfully for attention. You are tempted to reach down and stroke yourself while you pleasure her.

  “Fuck, that feels so good!” She pants, wriggling against your probing tongue, her moans echoing around the confined interior of the escape capsule. “You’re getting me close. Now lick my clit!” Finding yourself in a somewhat unfamiliar submissive role, you obediently slide your tongue up to the top of her slit and begin to flick it over the little nub of her clitoris. Elise stiffens, gasping as you begin to trace intricate patterns on the sensitive little fleshy hood with the tip of your tongue. Her breathing becomes rapid and rasping and her other hand joins the first, cradling your head to her pussy. Her moans grow in volume until a loud groan of pleasure signals her climax. Your hard cock twitches in sympathy as you feel her clitoris quivering against the flat of your tongue, her whole body trembling as a powerful orgasm rips through her. Her quick little gasping moans fill the air until finally, with a satisfied sigh, you feel her relax.

  “You’re a man of many talents!” She pants as your pull your face from between her thighs, your lips and chin wet with her juices.

  “Glad I could be of assistance.” You grin and get to your feet, throwing yourself down next to her.

  “Perhaps you could do with some assistance yourself?” She smiles, glancing pointedly at the raging erection jutting out of your lap.

  You could certainly use some relief

  Tempting as that thought might be, you had better not

  “What’s good for the goose…” You grin, sitting back invitingly. Elise grins and reaches out, grasping your cock in her hand. You groan as she begins to stroke your hard shaft, the painful ache giving way to a far more pleasurable sensation as she pumps her hand up and down.

  “Is that better?” She smiles, her famous face studying yours.

  “Yeah.” You nod. Again, you wonder if you’ll regret giving in to temptation, but as the beautiful brunette continues to stroke you, you’re not about to stop her.

  “Your cock is so hard.” She purrs, her fingers gliding up and down your length. “Look at that.” She adds as she squeezes a bead of pre-come from the tip. You groan with pleasure as she swipes her thumb over the taut purple tinged skin of your cockhead, smearing the cloudy fluid into the sensitive crown. More pre-come weeps from the tip and you notice Elise subconsciously lick her lips before slowly bending across you and lowering her head into your lap.

  “Oh fuck!” You groan as you feel her tongue swirl around the tip of your cock, tasting your pre-come. She moans softly in her throat before you feel her lips close around the crown and a gentle suction as she begins to bob her head up and down in your lap. Her hand continues to pump you while her lips suck and slurp on your shaft, the sensation incredible. You grit your teeth, fighting back the climax already building in your balls. As you sit back and enjoy her talented lips working their magic, Elise begins to wriggle and squirm next to you. You realise she is desperate for further attention, but with one hand wrapped around your cock and the other supporting her weight, she needs you to give it to her. You slide your hand down past her firm buttocks and reach between her legs. Elise hoists a leg up to ease your access as your fingers find the warmth of her slit, her pussy still wet from her earlier climax. Her muffled moans of approval vibrate around your cock as you sink your fingers inside her. As you begin to alternative between teasing her clit and working your fingers in and out of her, Elise’s pace increases as her own excitement builds. You groan as you feel a tightening in your balls as your impending climax returns with a vengeance. You gaze down at the almost surreal sight of the slender, tanned body of the President’s daughter spread across you, her head bobbing up and down in your lap as she rapidly brings you towards your climax.

  “I’m going to come!” You groan as the pressure builds and you pass the point of no return. Elise moans with delight, whether from your fingers or her excitement at bringing you to your climax you cannot tell. You roar with release as your balls twitch powerfully, pumping your seed into Elise’s waiting mouth. She locks her lips around the tip and greedily gulps down the thick creamy fluid as it splashes across her tongue. Your hips jerk with each pulse as you empty your balls into the warm confines of her mouth. Just as your climax begins to fade, Elise reaches hers, pulling her lips free of your cock before crying out in ecstasy as your fingers bring her to her second orgasm. You gently rub her clit as she trembles in pleasure, before letting out a deep, satisfied sigh as her sated body relaxes. She sits up, her brown eyes meeting yours and a contented smile on her lips that no doubt mirrors your own.

  “Kinda makes me hope I get kidnapped again if you’re going to come to my rescue.” She purrs.

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  “I’m sorry, I really can’t.” You tell her, scarcely able to believe the words have actually come from your mouth.

  “It’s ok.” She smiles. “I respect your professionalism, but keep watching me ok?” You nod dumbly, unsure if you’d be capable of tearing your eyes away from her even if you wanted to. She pulls her fingers from her pussy and reaches behind her back, unclasping her bra and pulling it off her arms. You stifle a groan as your eyes drink in the soft curves of her pert tanned breasts, her nipples erect. She then hooks her hands into the waistband of her panties and lifts herself off the seat and pulls them down before stretching her long legs into the air as she slips them past her ankles. She flashes you a mischievous grin and tosses them into your lap before sitting back down opposite you, parting her legs and slipping her hand back between them. Her brown eyes lock onto yours and she chews her lip as she resumes pumping her fingers inside her sodden slit. She reaches down with her other hand and begins to rub at her clit, her chest heaving as her panting becomes increasingly uneven and ragged. Her face and chest become flushed and her mouth drops open. You are utterly enthralled by the pretty brunette as you watch her approaching her climax. Everything else seems to fade away, the sea, the capsule, even your own body until nothing existing other than this beautiful young woman pleasuring herself before you. She buries her fingers deep inside her pussy and holds them there while her other hand continues to play its staccato beat on her clit before her whole body stiffens. She arches her back, her mouth dropping open, but her eyes never leave yours as she finally reaches her orgasm. Her body bucks and shudders before you as waves of intense pleasure radiate out from her loins. As she trembles in ecstasy, little moans of pleasure escape her lips until her climax begins to fade and she relaxes, slumping back in her seat. She smiles across at you and slips her fingers from her pussy, her slit wet with her juices and her fingers glistening.

  “That was incredible.” You admit, your pulse racing and your raging erection threatening to burst the zip of your fly.

  “I ad
mire your self-control.” She purrs drowsily.

  “Believe me, if you weren’t who you are, it would have been a different story.” You smile. She chuckles before getting up and crossing the capsule to you.

  “A little taste of what you missed.” She smiles, pressing her glistening fingers to your lips. You can’t help yourself and lick each in turn, your cock twitching at the taste and aroma of her juices. Elise giggles, her eyes glinting with delight. “Having regrets?”

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  Before you can reply, a foghorn makes you both jump and Elise leaps up and presses her face to the window. You join her, spotting the grey silhouette of a naval patrol vessel rapidly closing on your position.

  “Looks like the cavalry has arrived.” You smile at her.

  “The cavalry arrived over an hour ago.” She tells you, pressing her lips to yours and kissing you tenderly. “Thank you.” She stoops and collects her bra from the floor, slipping it back on before retrieving her blouse and skirt and quickly pulling them on.

  “Haven’t you forgotten something?” You ask with a raised eyebrow, dangling her panties from your index finger.

  “Keep ‘em.” She smiles mischievously. “Something to remember me by.”

  “As if I would need a reminder.” You grin roguishly, standing up and taking her in your arms, kissing her passionately this time, Elise moaning with delight.

  “Who are you?” She pants breathlessly as you break the kiss, her dark hair dishevelled and her famous face still glistening with perspiration from her recent climax.

  “The name’s Hazard,” You reply, “James Hazard.”

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  “Well, I suppose we ought to get out of these wet clothes…” You grin, feeling a tightening in your groin as Elise opens her blouse, the soft curves of her black bra clad breasts revealed to you. She shrugs off her blouse, her long dark hair hanging wetly past her shoulders and dripping beads of water onto her tanned skin. She gets to her feet and stands before you, her eyes fixed on yours as she unfastens her skirt and shimmies out of it.