Agent 69- Stroken, Not Stirred Page 4
“It’s okay.” You tell her softly, gently prising her hands away, revealing her small breasts. “I know you want this.”
“I want this.” She murmurs meekly, tilting her head back, her lips parting as she surrenders herself to both her own desires and yours. You press your lips back to hers, kissing her deeply before pulling back and cupping the firm swell of a breast, the little pink nubs of her nipples hard and erect.
“Beautiful.” You tell her. She smiles at the compliment, gaining confidence and reaching for you. She runs her hands down your muscular chest, down your stomach and pauses at your waist. She glances up at you and you give her a subtle nod. She slides a hand lower, tracing the outline of the bulge that is running down the inside of your left thigh.
“Looks like I’ve found another concealed weapon.” She murmurs. You flash her a grin and take her back into your arms, kissing her again, feeling her hardened nipples pressing through the thin fabric of your shirt. Your hands glide down the soft skin of her back as you kiss each other hungrily. You feel her hands at your belt, tugging it open and feeling your trousers slip down your legs. As your hands glide down past the small of her back to reach the waistband of her tight fitting skirt, your fingers find the fastener and pull it open, unzipping it. Your passion is infectious as you both pull at each other’s clothes, Miss Meriweather gasping with excitement as she fumbles with the buttons of your shirt while you tug down her skirt and panties as one. You gaze down at the neatly trimmed tuft of dark pubic hair, contrasting with her pale skin. She blushes, utterly exposed before you.
“You seem to have me at a disadvantage Mr Hazard.” She smiles, her eyes fixed on your briefs, the front obscenely stretched by your raging erection. You grin cockily and pull them down, your cock springing up between you, the shaft rigid and the straining head angry red.
“My, that will do nicely.” She smiles shyly, tentatively reaching out and taking it in her hand. “Now, what do you want to do to me?” She purrs.
Press her up against the racking and slip inside her
Guide her downwards
“You like the look of it,” You remark before raising an eyebrow, “How about the taste?” Miss Meriweather’s eyes widen but the corners of her lips curl into a smile and she drops to her knees before you, her fingers still wrapped around your engorged cock. You gaze coolly down at her, but in truth you are breathless in anticipation, desperate to corrupt N’s shy secretary and feel her pouting lips sliding down your aching length.
“It’s so big.” She purrs, slowly sliding her fingers up and down your length, her lips almost brushing the straining tip. “I’m not sure it will fit in my mouth.” Her eyes sparkle mischievously and you realise she is enjoying tormenting you.
“Perhaps you should use your tongue.” You groan.
“Perhaps…” She replies noncommittally, manipulating your aching shaft in her grasp. She cranes forward and you can feel the warmth of her breath on your balls. You bite your lower lip, fighting against the desperate urge to beg her to take you into her mouth. You gasp as you feel her tongue swipe across your balls, her saliva cooling on the thick skin of your sack. Again her tongue darts out, swirling around each of your balls before sliding upwards, tracing the thick vein on the underside of your shaft.
“That feels so good!” You groan, gazing down at her as her tongue reaches the tip. Her eyes sparkle up at you before she opens her mouth and takes you inside. You let out a deep satisfied moan as you feel the tip enveloped within the warm, moist confines of her mouth, watching transfixed as her lips glide down past the bulbous head until they meet her hand halfway down your length. You are suddenly struck as how surreal it is to be watching Miss Meriweather, your timid, mousy colleague of several years, on her knees before you with your cock in her mouth. As she finds a rhythm, sucking and slurping on your length while her hand continues to pump your shaft, you reach down and run your fingers through her hair, gently encouraging her. She mews contentedly as she bobs her head back and forth and you notice her free hand sliding down between her thighs. You grin as she brazenly begins to work her fingers at her clit, a little moan of pleasure reverberating around your cock. The sight of the petite brunette pleasuring herself only heightens your own excitement and you feel the pressure building as she brings you rapidly towards your climax.
“You’re a little too good at that.” You gasp. Miss Meriweather pulls her lips from your cock and gazes up at you.
“You want me to carry on?” She purrs. “I was kind of hoping you might return the favour…”
Let her continue
Go down on her
“Well, you did invite me to lunch so I really should have something to eat.” You grin. Miss Meriweather rolls her eyes, but chuckles as you help her back to her feet.
“Where do you want me?” She asks, her breasts heaving with excitement. You guide her to lean back against the wall next to the racking. Your eyes meet and she blushes, smiling shyly. You flash her a reassuring grin.
“Just relax.” You tell her, your hand gliding down her thigh before sliding behind her knee and lifting her leg slightly. She guesses your intentions and places her foot on one of the lower shelves next to her, her thighs parted for you. You drop to your knees before her, your eyes level with the neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. You grasp her hips and lean forward, her pussy just inches from your face, her faint feminine aroma filling your nostrils. You can hear her elevated breathing betraying her excitement as she gazes down at you. You smile to yourself before pressing your face into her moist folds. Miss Meriweather squeals with delight as she feels your tongue run the length of her slit before flicking over her engorged clitoris. Her hands go to the back of your head, her fingers running through your hair as you begin to trace intricate patterns over the tiny fleshy nub.
“Oh God, that feels so good!” She gasps, tenderly caressing your head as you lavish attention on her. Your eyes flick up, gazing through the heaving valley of her cleavage to her face. Her eyes are closed and her mouth agape as you lap at her sensitive clit. You sink lower, parting her puffy labia with the tip of your tongue, enjoying the tangy taste of her arousal. She moans with pleasure, pulling your head tightly into her pussy as your tongue probes inside her sopping hole.
“Oh James, just like that.” She pants breathlessly. “Your tongue feels incredible. Eat me! Taste my pussy!” You oblige, alternating between lashing your tongue against her clitoris and slipping your tongue inside her juicy slit. She squirms with pleasure and her breathing becomes increasingly ragged. Her own excitement is infectious and you feel your neglected erection twitch in sympathy.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” She cries out, her hands tightening in your hair. She stiffens, falling silent for a moment before letting out a cry of unadulterated pleasure and release. Her whole body jerks in the throes of ecstasy as waves of pleasure crash through her. You press the flat of your tongue against her quivering clitoris, enjoying feeling her sodden slit against your chin as she trembles with the powerful orgasm consuming her. As her climax subsides, her fingers release their iron grip on your hair and pull your face from between her legs. Miss Meriweather gazes down at you, her eyes dilated and a beatific, satisfied smile on her lips.
“That… was… incredible!” She tells you, gasping for breath. You grin and get to your feet. Miss Meriweather immediately kisses you passionately, seemingly unconcerned at tasting herself on your lips. You feel her hand slide down between your bodies, finding your throbbing cock. She breaks the kiss and you groan as she wraps her fingers around your length, slowly pumping it.
“Now what should we do about that?” She purrs, pulling back, her eyes glinting mischievously.
Press her up against the racking and enter her
Ask her to return the favour
“How about finishing what you started earlier?” You grin. Miss Meriweather nods, smiles coyly before dropping to her knees before you. There is none of the playful torment of earlier as she eagerly le
ans forward and engulfs the end of your hard cock, her lips stretching around your thick shaft. Her right hand pumps your length while her left cups your balls and gently caresses them. You groan with delight at the combination of glorious sensations from your groin. Her eyes sparkle up at you, clearly enjoying your reaction as her head continues to bob back and forth on your saliva slick cock.
“Damn that feels good.” You groan hoarsely, reaching for her and running your fingers through her hair. Her eyes gleam hungrily as her lips glide up and down your cock, the warmth of her mouth and the wetness of her slithering tongue on the underside of your shaft. You can feel the pressure building as she drives you towards your climax and the excitement of the thought of coming inside the shy secretary’s mouth is intoxicating. You feel her caressing fingers leave your balls and realise with a start that she has resumed touching herself, her hand working furiously between her legs.
“My God woman, you’re insatiable!” You grin down at her. She chuckles around your length and her eyes glint mischievously. As her fingers work away between her thighs, her lust seems to embolden her and she sucks and slurps on your cock with wild abandon, her hand gripping your length tightly as she strokes it. The pressure that was building in your balls intensifies and your breathing becomes increasingly ragged.
“I’m getting close.” You gasp. Miss Meriweather answers only with a muffled throaty moan, pumping your cock with increasing urgency while the hand thrust between her thighs quickens its pace. As you rapidly reach the point of no return, you gaze down at her firm little breasts and have a sudden compulsion to finish all over them. Miss Meriweather seems hell bent on tasting you as her lips fly up and down your length.
Come in her mouth
Come on her breasts
“I’ll have to owe you one.” You groan. “This feels far too good for you to stop now.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” Miss Meriweather replies, clearly flattered at the compliment before craning forward and taking you back into her mouth. You moan with delight as she resumes pleasuring you, her lips sliding up and down your saliva slick shaft. The petite brunette gazes up at you, her eyes full of lust as she sucks you towards your climax. Your fingers tighten in her hair as you feel the delicious sensation of the pressure building in your loins.
“I’m getting close.” You gasp. Miss Meriweather answers only with a muffled throaty moan, pumping your cock with increasing urgency while the hand thrust between her thighs quickens its pace. As you rapidly reach the point of no return, you gaze down at her firm little breasts and have a sudden compulsion to finish all over them. However, Miss Meriweather seems hell bent on tasting you as her lips fly up and down your length.
Come in her mouth
Come on her breasts
As you feel your balls twitch, you pull your cock free of her lips. Her eyes widen and she lets out a squeal of surprise as a long, thick rope of come streaks from the tip of your cock to splash across her cleavage.
“James!” She gasps as you spurt again and again, grunting with each powerful eruption as you aim your cock from one side of her chest to the other. Your creamy seed splatters across the tops of the soft curves of her breasts until the last weaker spurts ooze from the tip to drop onto her thighs, her pert breasts covered in your pearly white seed. “Oh, oh, what have you done?!” She asks incredulously as she surveys her defiled chest.
“It’s what you might call a change in plans.” You chuckle.
“That was a little presumptuous.” She glares up at you. You can’t help but smile as you watch your thick, creamy come trickling down the soft swell of her breasts. Your grin widens and her expression softens. “Still, it felt deliciously dirty.” She admits coyly before her eyes meet yours. “I wonder what it would feel like for you to come all over my face instead...” She muses. It is her turn to chuckle at your surprised expression as she gets back to her feet. She cleans herself off as best she can before you both quickly dress, a slight awkwardness now that the moment has passed. You hold the store room door open for her as you step back into the corridor.
“Well Miss Meriweather, it’s been a pleasure.” You grin. She blushes and smiles shyly. “However, duty calls.” You add, glancing at your watch. She nods and you hurry off, wondering to yourself if your relationship with the timid, petite secretary will ever be quite the same again. You know it won’t and smile to yourself as your mind wanders, considering how you might further corrupt the pretty brunette.
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You groan as you feel your balls tighten before twitching powerfully as your seed races up your shaft to erupt into Miss Meriweather’s waiting mouth. She moans with delight as she feels the warm fluid splash across her tongue, locking her lips around the flared head as your shaft pulses in her hand with each powerful spurt. You grunt in pleasure as she sucks the creamy fluid from you, your hips jerking as you empty your balls into her mouth. As your climax begins to subside, her cheeks cave in as she sucks the last weaker spurts from you before letting your cock slip from her lips and sits back on her haunches. Her eyes meet yours and hold your gaze as she gulps down the mouthful of come.
“Well, I wasn’t expecting such a protein rich lunch.” She smiles, licking an errant droplet of the pearly white fluid from the corner of her mouth.
“It’s good for your teeth and gums too.” You grin as you help her to her feet.
“A convenient myth.” She replies, reaching for her clothes.
“And one well worth perpetuating.” You chuckle, pulling on your own clothes.
Moments later, you are both dressed and standing in the corridor outside the store room. Miss Meriweather shuffles uncomfortably, resuming her usual timid demeanour. You make a show of checking your watch.
“A flight to Austria beckons.” You grin apologetically. “But lunch was… a revelation.” Unable to meet your gaze, she blushes, smiling shyly. You turn to leave.
“Good luck James.” You hear her call out behind you.
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Without another word, you take her in your arms and pick her up, Miss Meriweather squealing with a mixture of surprise and excitement. You hoist her up against the racking, resting her buttocks against the edge of a shelf. She gasps but opens her thighs in anticipation, her eyes gleaming with passion and gazing deeply into yours. You grin roguishly at her and accept her overt invitation, taking your hard cock in your hand and guiding it to her moist entrance, her lips glistening with her arousal.
“Do it.” She pants. “I need you inside me!” You press the tip of your cock to her entrance, feeling the warm wetness of her labia against the bulbous head. You pause and your eyes meet hers, her expression pensive, the gravity of what you are about to do on both your minds.
“Do it.” She whispers again, more insistently this time. “Please.” You nod and push forward, her mouth dropping open as you slide your length inside her, your body pressing against hers. You feel the warmth of a satisfied sigh on your cheek as you slide all the way up inside her. Her legs wrap around your thighs and you begin to thrust into her with slow, steady strokes, the racking creaking every time you drive up inside her.
“Oh my God, that feels good!” She pants, her hands gripping your back as you begin to quicken your pace, her moist velvety depths enveloping your hard cock. Your own deep groans join her breathless little gasps as you enjoy the feel of her body pressed against yours, her ragged breath on your neck and slender legs wrapped around you, pulling you in deeper.
You twist your head around to face her and she crushes her lips against yours, kissing you passionately. Her fingernails rake up and down your back as you continue to pound into her with increasing urgency. She breaks the kiss, her lust crazed eyes fixed on yours.
“Harder! Fuck me harder!” She hisses. Your eyes widen in surprise, shocked at the timid secretary’s transformation, but you grasp her hips and begin to slam into her, the contents of the racking rattling away behind her. Her moans of pleasure seem to be building to a crescen
do and as she closes in on her climax, you realise you are close behind, the pressure building in your balls with each thrust into her depths.
“I’m getting close.” You grunt.
“Yes, yes!” She pants breathlessly. “Finish inside me. Fill me with your thick creamy come.” Her words send you over the edge and you thrust up inside her one last time as you feel your balls twitch. With a roar of pleasure and release, you erupt deep inside her, your cock pulsing again and again. Your climax seems to trigger Miss Meriweather’s own and with a shrill little cry of pleasure she shudders and trembles against you as a powerful orgasm radiates out from her quivering pussy. You hold each other tightly as your bodies are wracked in ecstasy until finally you both relax. You kiss her gently before easing yourself out of her. Her body glistens with a sheen of perspiration and her chest is flushed and heaving as she catches her breath.
“Why, Miss Meriweather, I didn’t know you had it in you.” You grin. She smiles weakly, sliding off the shelf onto the floor and into your arms.
“I’d gladly have it in me again any time you like.” She purrs. “That was incredible.”
“Now now Miss Meriweather, I believe double entendres are my speciality.” You reply. She stretches up and tenderly kisses you before glancing over her shoulder.
“My God, are those grenades?” She gasps, seeing the contents of the rack behind her.
“Well, I always wanted to go out with a bang.” You grin.
Moments later, you are both dressed and standing in the corridor outside the store room. Miss Meriweather shuffles uncomfortably, resuming her usual timid demeanour. You make a show of checking your watch.