Agent 69- Stroken, Not Stirred Page 3
“Beautiful.” You murmur, your eyes drinking in the slender lingerie clad form of the president’s daughter. She smiles, her brown eyes twinkling with mischief as she climbs onto your lap, reaching for you and pressing her lips to yours. She kisses you hungrily, her fingers pulling at your clothes, stripping them from you, her hands exploring your muscular chest. Her tongue darts between your lips, seeking yours and you wonder if her passion is fuelled by her brush with death just minutes earlier. You know from experience that nothing makes you feel alive like a close call with the grim reaper.
“Feels like someone’s ready for me.” Elise purrs, grinding herself against the bulge that has formed in the front of your trousers. She reaches down and unfastens them, freeing your straining cock from within. As she runs her fingers along your length, your own hands find the clasp of her bra and unfasten it, pulling it free of her small, pert breasts. Elise moans her approval as you lower your head to her chest, taking an erect nipple into your mouth. Her flesh still feels a little cold and clammy from the seawater and her skin tastes a little salty, but she seems to enjoy the warmth of your lips as you tenderly suck and kiss her nipples.
“Oh that feels so good!” She moans, cradling your head and beginning to rub herself against your hard shaft through the gusset of her panties. She climbs off you and you lift your hips as she pulls your trousers off, your hard cock standing to attention before her. She chuckles before turning her back to you and gazing over her shoulder at you as she slowly and seductively pulls her panties down her firm buttocks, the pert cheeks revealed inch by inch until the flimsy garment is sliding down her thighs to drop to her ankles. She steps out of them and you stifle a groan as the President’s daughter stands completely naked before you. She turns back to you, your eyes sliding up her body from her slender legs to the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair, up past her toned stomach and her perky breasts to her pouting lips and brown eyes gleaming with lust.
“I need your hard cock inside me.” She tells you, her voice thick with desire. “I want to feel you pounding into me.”
Have her ride you
Bend her over and enter her from behind
“Turn around and bend over.” You tell her, your heart thumping with excitement. Her eyes widen almost imperceptibly as you take control. She gives the slightest of nods and obeys, turning slowly around. She stands before you, your eyes drawn to her firm, tanned buttocks and her long, slender legs. With a furtive glance over her shoulder, Elise bends slowly forward, placing her hands on the seats opposite you and parts her legs, the dewy lips of her labia peeking out between her toned thighs.
“Take me.” She pants breathlessly, surrendering herself to you. You smile to yourself as you get to your feet, your rigid shaft swinging to and fro as you step behind her. You reach out and grasp her hips, feeling her tremble with excitement beneath your strong hands. You grasp your shaft and guide it between her legs, pressing the bulbous head to her puffy lips. You groan as the tip pushes easily inside her wet folds, Elise letting out a little gasp as you slip all the way inside her. The snug warmth of her pussy envelops your shaft and you begin to thrust into her in slow, steady strokes, Elise softly panting every time you bury your length back inside her. You gaze down, watching enthralled as your cock, glistening with her juices, pistons in and out of her. You slide your hands up to her narrow waist and beneath her, cupping a breast in each, feeling her hardened nipples against your palms.
“Pull my hair.” She gasps, her breathing becoming increasingly ragged as you continue to pump your cock inside her. You smile to yourself, wondering if this slightly kinky request is just the tip of the iceberg. You reach for the long mane of dark hair, the moist strands still sticking together in clumps and grasp a fistful. “Yes!” She moans thickly as you pull on it, quickening your pace as you thrust into her.
“That feel good?” You grunt, slamming your cock into her in time with your tugs on her dark mane.
“Yeah.” She moans, glancing over her shoulder at you, her brown eyes wild with lust. “Now quit talking and fuck me harder!”
Still pulling at her hair, you slide your other hand down to her hip and grasp her, pounding into her. Her moans increase in volume and intensity.
“You’re getting close aren’t you?” You hiss, your own climax beginning to build.
“Uh huh.” She pants.
“So am I.” You tell her through gritted teeth. “You want me to send you back to your father with my thick creamy come inside you?”
“Yes!” She moans, “Do it! Fill me with your come! I want to feel you explode inside me!” Your come is boiling in your balls and with a final firm tug on her hair, you slam your cock deep inside her one last time. With a guttural grunt of release, you feel your seed race up your shaft to explode deep inside her. The feel of your erupting cock seems to trigger Elise’s own climax and she lets out a shriek of ecstasy as her body begins to convulse before you. Her pussy clenches around your spurting shaft, intensifying your own pleasure. Your bodies buck together in a dance of ecstasy, your gasps and moans filling the confined interior of the escape capsule until your climaxes finally ebb and you slip from her depths. You both collapse onto the seats together, your desires sated, your bodies drained.
“Damn, that was good!” You tell her, fighting for breath.
“It was.” She pants before smiling wickedly. “That might work in your favour when I tell daddy how you seduced me…”
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“If you insist.” You grin, reaching for her. Elise smiles and climbs back onto your lap, sitting astride you and throwing her arms around your neck. You slide your hands up her back and through her long, wet hair and pull her towards you. Her lips press against yours and she kisses you hungrily, almost aggressively. She pulls away from you, her eyes full of need.
“Fuck me.” She tells you. You reach down between your legs and guide your cock to the warm, moist folds of her pussy. Elise moans with excitement, sitting up slightly as you press the head against her labia. You both gasp in unison as the tip slips inside her. She chews her lower lip, her eyes fixed on yours as she sits back down, impaling herself on your rigid shaft. Her mouth drops open with a little sigh as she takes you deep inside her.
“Yes, that feels so good!” She moans, smiling broadly as she sinks down to the root of your hard cock. Elise leans forward, her long, damp hair brushing your face, the salty smell of seawater on her skin as she groans with pleasure.
“You like that?” You ask her, your lips at her ear.
“Yeah,” She groans, beginning to ride you, “Now stop talking and fuck me!” You grin and grip her hips, thrusting up to meet her as she bounces up and down in your lap. Your grunts and moans echo around the confines of the escape capsule and you gaze at the beautiful brunette, her naked body bathed in the golden light of dawn. You slide your hands up to her chest, cupping her small, firm breasts, the hard buds of her nipples pressing into the palms of your hands. As you caress them your eyes flick up to meet hers, her brown eyes filled with lust and excitement, her pouting lips emitting a soft gasp every time she sinks down on your engorged shaft. It all seems quite surreal, the famous face of the President’s daughter contorted in pleasure as she rides you towards her climax. As if reading your mind, her lips curl into a smile and she leans forward, pressing her lips to yours. You kiss hungrily and passionately, the beginnings of a climax building in your balls while her gasps become pants as she closes in on her own.
“Oh God, I’m getting close!” She moans, breaking the kiss and beginning to gyrate her hips, grinding herself against you.
“Me too.” You grunt through clenched teeth.
“Yes! Yes! Come inside me!” She pants. “Fill me with your come!” You slide your hands back down to her hips and thrust up into her one final time as you feel the tension that had been steadily building release. Elise’s mouth drops open and she arches her back and you both let out a loud groan of ecstasy in unison as you climax simultaneously. Her
pussy convulses around your spurting shaft amplifying your orgasm. Your bodies quiver and tremble together as your cock pulses again and again, pleasure radiating out from your loins as Elise gasps with each wave of ecstasy that surges through her. As her climax subsides, Elise flashes you a satisfied smile, playfully clenching her pussy and squeezing the last few drops of come from your twitching shaft. She leans forward and presses her lips to yours before pulling back and gazing into your eyes.
“That was wonderful.” She smiles, her chest heaving as she catches her breath.
“I couldn’t agree more.” You grin weakly, shattered from your powerful climax.
“I’ve never screwed an English guy before.” She muses breathlessly as she climbs gingerly off your lap.
“That’s okay, I’ve never screwed a celebrity before.” You grin.
“You might well do again.” She purrs.
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Callista J Hawkes Productions presents…
James Hazard…
Agent 69 in…
STROKEN, NOT STIRRED
You push open a door and step into the outer office of N, the head of MI6.
“Welcome back James.” Miss Meriweather smiles up at you from behind her desk as you stride into the room.
“Miss Meriweather!” You grin, “A sight for sore eyes. Why, you look lovelier than ever.”
The petite twenty-something waves away the compliment, but blushes furiously, self-consciously brushing a few loose strands of her mousy brown hair behind an ear. You always enjoy flirting with the pretty secretary and though you never intend to go beyond a few risqué innuendoes, you can’t help but wonder if there might be quite the temptress beneath that slightly shy and reserved exterior.
“James Hazard is here Ma’am.” Miss Meriweather says, pressing the intercom button on her desk.
“Send him through.” Comes the terse response. Miss Meriweather glances up at you and frowns. You flash her a confident smile and push open the door. You step into the mahogany lined office to find the new head of MI6 sitting behind her desk. She does not acknowledge your presence, continuing to study a file on the desk in front of her. N is perhaps in her late forties and despite her dour demeanour is quite a handsome woman in a matronly way. Her rich auburn hair is streaked with a few strands of grey and tied neatly behind her head. She wears a well-tailored trouser suit and cream blouse and exudes a business-like authority. She continues to ignore you for just long enough to irritate you before finally looking up.
“Agent 69,” N growls, her eyes gazing coolly at you over the frames of her glasses, “Your file makes for interesting reading. Quite frankly I am astounded that my predecessor tolerated such behaviour from you. You’re a loose cannon, your methods questionable and your cavalier attitude towards the service most irregular. Your swagger and charm may appeal to that silly girl out there, but I can assure you that I am far from impressed with your general conduct.”
“And yet I always get results.” You retort, bristling at her criticism. N’s eyes flick back to the file on her desk and she lets out a sigh.
“You seem to have the devil’s own luck, but yes, you do.” She reluctantly concedes. She rises from her chair, approaching a cabinet behind her and pulling a bottle of cognac and a pair of glasses from within. She pours you both a healthy measure and passes one to you. You silently raise your glasses and drink.
“I may not agree with your methods, but that does not mean I don’t respect you and your record.” She tells you. “While your drinking, your womanising and your constant recklessness may not be to my liking, I understand that to strip these aspects from you would make you less of an agent, so I suppose I shall just have to turn a blind eye. Just don’t expect to be given the latitude you enjoyed previously. Understood?”
“Understood.” You reply. N gets up from behind her desk and walks around it, perching on the edge before you and drinking the last of her cognac.
“I’m pleased we could clear the air.” She smiles, her brown eyes meeting yours. “Now unless there is anything else, we’ll proceed to the briefing.”
Her eyes remain fixed on yours, her legs slightly parted and her chest thrust forward. A smile plays on the edge of her lips and your eyes widen as you recognise the unmistakable body language of a come-on.
Proceed to the briefing
Sleep with the boss. Why not?
“Nothing else that springs to mind.” You reply, shunning her advances. Her eyes narrow slightly, but N quickly recovers, returning to her chair and sitting down.
“Down to business then.” She begins. “Two days ago there was an incident at a Russian military base...”
“Yes, an accident in a munitions store blew the base sky high.” You interrupt disinterestedly, reclining back in your chair. “Terrible accident, tragic loss of life, etcetera, etcetera.”
“That’s the official story, yes.” N glowers. “The truth is a little more alarming. The base was infiltrated by an unknown force. Bombs were set and detonated, destroying most of the base.” You sit up in your chair, your interest piqued. “While the bombs destroyed most of the evidence, they were not entirely successful. The media doesn’t know this but the base was a nuclear weapons facility with a dozen nuclear warheads in their silos. Only ten missiles have been accounted for.”
“Two nuclear missiles have been stolen?” You murmur.
“Your mathematics is faultless.” N snaps. “Fortunately, the GPS transmitter from the missiles was not disabled until sometime after the theft. The signal was finally discontinued with the missiles located close to Istanbul.”
“I’ll fly out immediately.” You tell N.
“Yes you will, but not to Turkey.” She replies. “You will be flying to Vienna. Whoever stole the missiles are clearly well organised and will be watching the airports. With your celebrity status amongst the world’s intelligence services, you would be spotted immediately. No, you’ll travel in quietly on the Orient Express.”
“Very well.” You nod and shape to rise from your seat.
“Sit down Agent 69!” N barks. “This time you will not be working alone. We are cooperating with our friends in Russian Intelligence to bring about a swift resolution to this crisis. You will rendezvous with their best agent, Anya Suchova. She will meet you on the train in Vienna, where you will travel undercover as Mr and Mrs Somerset.” You fail to suppress a smile which is not missed by N, who glares at you before continuing. “Go to Istanbul, meet our contact in the city and follow up on any leads he might have.”
“Understood.” You reply, rising from your chair and turning to leave.
“Good luck Hazard.” N adds as you push the leather upholstered door open.
“Once again, we pass like ships in the night.” You smile at Miss Meriweather as you pass her desk.
“You’re away again already?” She frowns.
“Duty calls.” You grin.
“A pity.” She pouts. “I had rather hoped we might have time to have lunch together.” Her brown eyes gaze up at you from beneath her fringe and a little smile plays on her lips that promises more than sandwiches and polite conversation. You check your watch. You do have a little time…
You have a mission. Such distractions can wait
Seems cruel to deny Miss Meriweather the pleasure of your company
“Now, now Miss Meriweather,” You smile, “What would N say if she found out we were fraternising?” You stride past her and just as the door shuts behind you, you hear her mutter:
“Chance would be a fine thing.”
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“For you Miss Meriweather, I’ll make time.” You smile.
“Wonderful.” She beams, springing to her feet and joining you as you leave.
You make your way through the corridors of the MI6 Building before you abruptly stop opposite a nondescript door.
“What are you doing?” Miss Meriweather asks quizzically.
“Have you seen the tech store?” You ask her, nodding to
the door.
“No.” She replies. “I’m not authorised to…”
“I am.” You grin roguishly, pressing your hand against the scanner. The scanner glows green and the door lock is released with a mechanical clank. You grab her hand and pull her inside.
“We shouldn’t be in here!” She giggles as the lights automatically flicker on. The large storeroom is lined with racks containing numerous weapons, surveillance equipment and to one side, various everyday objects.
“Gadgets.” You explain as she does a double take at racks of briefcases, electric shavers, pens and watches. “At first glance, they appear unexceptional but beneath the façade, they are anything but.” Your eyes pointedly meet hers and she smiles shyly before dropping her gaze and blushing furiously. You pull her towards you, her petite frame inches from you, her lips pouting with excitement.
“Oh James…” She murmurs. You take her into your arms and she melts against you, tilting her head back, her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. You press your lips to hers and your tongue darts between them. As she meets your probing tongue with her own tentative flicks, you feel a stirring in your groin. You slide your hands down her back to her buttocks, squeezing them through the tight fabric of her skirt and making her squeak with surprise. You break the kiss, pulling back and sliding your hands around to the buttons of her silky blouse. You slowly begin to unfasten them, her chest further revealed with each opened button. You pull it open and gaze at her small breasts contained within an ivory coloured bra. You slip the blouse off her shoulders and reach behind her, deftly unclasping the bra. As the bra slips from her body, she throws her hands across her chest, shielding her breasts from you, her eyes downcast.