Agent 69- Stroken, Not Stirred Page 5
“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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“Just one question:” You reply getting to your feet. “Where do you stand on sexual relationships in the workplace?” You raise an eyebrow and step towards her, your face inches from hers.
“Not to be encouraged.” N murmurs, blushing slightly, but making no move to pull away from you.
“Then I guess this will just have to be a one off then…” You smirk as you lean into her, N’s eyes widening.
“You really are an arrogant son of a bitch.” She replies breathlessly before your lips find hers. As you kiss her, she responds with a passion you would not have expected of her, her tongue darting between your lips and flicking against your own. She breaks the kiss and removes her glasses before reaching behind her head and unfastening her hair, her auburn tresses falling down to her shoulders.
“Much better.” You comment. N smiles sexily as she shrugs off her jacket before groping behind her, finding and pressing a button on the intercom.
“Ma’am?” Miss Meriweather’s voice crackles through the speaker.
“Something’s come up.” N announces as her other hand caresses the hardening bulge in the front of your trousers. “I am about to debrief Mr Hazard, so no interruptions until further notice.”
“Understood Ma’am.” Miss Meriweather replies before N cuts her off and grins up at you.
“I suppose it would be remiss of me not to thoroughly evaluate you.” She purrs, her fingers pulling at the zip on your fly.
“I shall endeavour not to disappoint.” You grin as her fingers reach inside and grasp your cock. She pulls it free of your trousers and a groan escapes your lips as she begins to gently pump it.
“Now where shall we start?” She smiles.
Undress N, bend her over the desk and enter her
Have her suck your cock
“How about here?” You murmur, pulling her towards you and pressing your lips to hers. Her lips part in expectation as your tongue darts between them. She kisses you back hungrily, while your fingers quickly unbutton her silk blouse. You unfasten the last button before breaking the kiss and pulling back slightly, N panting with excitement as you pull open her blouse. She blushes slightly as she feels your gaze on her bra clad breasts, but releases her grasp on your shaft to eagerly pull the blouse off. She chews her bottom lip as she unfastens your trousers while you do likewise to hers, the garments sliding down to your ankles, leaving you both standing in just your underwear, your erect cock jutting out from yours.
“I really should hate myself,” N murmurs as you reach behind her, your fingers springing open the clasp of her bra, “Allowing myself to be seduced by my own subordinate.”
“There will be plenty of time for self-recriminations later.” You smirk as her bra straps slide off her shoulders, the white lacy garment joining the rest of her clothes at your feet. You gaze at her generous pear-shaped breasts, which despite a hint of sag are in remarkably good shape for a woman of her age. “Now turn around.” N nods and does as you ask before you pull off your underpants, your straining cock aching for attention. N gasps as you hook your fingers into the waistband of her rather functional cotton panties and pull them down, her pale buttocks revealed to you. You caress them for a moment before pressing your body against hers, your cock lodging between her cheeks and your pre-come smearing against the small of her back. You slide your hands around to cup her pendulous breasts, gently caressing them before leaning forward and kissing her neck, your lips sliding towards her ear.
“What do you want me to do to you?” You whisper, your lips brushing her earlobe, while your right hand slides down her soft stomach.
“You know what I want you to do.” She replies hoarsely, her buttocks pushing back against your cock as your fingertips glide through the soft down of her pubic hair.
“Tell me.” You insist, your fingers finding her wet slit making N moan with frustration.
“Fuck me, you bastard!” She spits, twisting her head towards you, her eyes filled with a mixture of fury and lust. “Slide your big, thick cock inside me and fuck me!” She places her hands on the desk and bends forward, her auburn haired head gazing over her bare shoulder as she submissively awaits you. You grin and take your cock in your hand, guiding the head to her puffy labia. N lets out a throaty moan of pleasure as your shaft slips inside her warm, moist pussy. You grasp her hips and begin to thrust into her in slow, steady strokes, N gasping with delight each time your shaft disappears inside her.
“My God, that feels good.” N groans, beginning to push back against you. “Harder, fuck me harder!” You quicken your pace, a pen tidy falling over and a couple of files falling off the edge of the creaking desk as you pound into her. She glances over her shoulder at you, her eyes filled with a wild lust.
“I want you to fuck my arse.” She tells you. You stop thrusting inside her, shocked by her suggestion and study her face. There is a wanton excitement there, but also a hint of fear. You realise this is not something she has done before.
“Ma’am, I…” You stutter.
“Do it.” She interrupts. “Quickly, before I lose my nerve.”
Do as she asks
Continue to pound into her pussy
“Another time perhaps.” You tell her, continuing to drive your cock into her sopping wet slit.
“Even in this, you just can’t help but buck authority.” N glares back at you, though a smile plays on her lips.
“I prefer to fuck authority.” You grin, slamming into her, the flesh of her plump buttocks rippling with each thrust. N moans with pleasure as you quickly slip back into your rhythm, the desk creaking in protest as you vigorously plough into her. She drops forward onto the desk and you quickly realise why as she reaches back beneath her and begins to play with her clitoris.
“I’m getting close!” She gasps. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” With a final intense groan of pleasure, she reaches her climax. Her body judders with each wave of her orgasm, the muscles of her pussy clenching your cock and threatening to send you over the edge too. You grip her hips tightly, enjoying the feeling of the attractive older woman trembling in ecstasy and panting with delight before with a final satisfied moan, she slumps forward onto the desk, utterly sated. She gazes back over her shoulder at you, her eyes heavy lidded, a blissful smile on her face.
“I can’t tell you how much I’ve needed that.” She breathes. “But don’t stop on my account.” She adds before giving your cock a playful squeeze with her pussy. You chuckle and resume your pumping, your cock sliding easily in her well lubricated pussy. The excitement of N’s climax has you rapidly closing in on your own and your grunts increase in intensity as you feel your balls tightening.
“I’m going to come!” You announce, your pulse racing as you pound into her with reckless abandon, swiftly reaching the point of no return.
“Yes!” N moans. “Come inside me. Let me feel you explode. Fill me with your seed!”
Come inside her
Pull out and come on her buttocks instead
You have something a little more visual in mind and pull your cock from her juicy slit, taking it in your hand. N looks quizzically over her shoulder at you before her eyes widen as you let out a roar of pleasure as a thick rope of creamy come streaks from the tip of your cock to land wetly across the top of her buttocks and the small of her back.
“You dirty bastard!” She scolds you, but you just grin, sweeping your cock from one side to the other as you liberally splash her generous fleshy cheeks with your thick seed. As your climax subsides, you tease the last few drops of your pearly white come from the tip which drip onto her come splattered buttocks, trickling between them. You gaze down at her defiled buttocks with a look of satisfaction that is not missed by N.
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�Happy now?” She growls.
“Exceedingly.” You grin as she stands up, reaching for a box of tissues which is one of the few items that has remained undisturbed on her desk. As she wipes your come from her derrière, she glares at you before her expression softens and a subtle smile plays on her lips. As she reaches for her discarded clothes, you stoop to collect your own, both of you hurriedly dressing.
“Now Agent 69, back to business.” She tells you briskly, sitting back down behind her desk, still fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. “Two days ago there was an incident at a Russian military base...” She continues, straightening her blouse.
“Yes, an accident in a munitions store blew the base sky high.” You reply nonchalantly as you sit back down opposite her. “Terrible accident, tragic loss of life etcetera, etcetera.”
“That’s the official story, yes.” N smiles, running her fingers through her dishevelled hair. “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 raise an eyebrow, 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 as N retrieves her glasses and puts them back on.
“Your mathematics is faultless.” N replies, looking witheringly at you over the frames of her glasses. “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 rise up to leave.
“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, turning to leave.
“Good luck Hazard.” N adds as you push the leather upholstered door open.
“You seemed to be in there a long time.” Miss Meriweather asks suspiciously from behind her desk.
“N wanted to evaluate me.” You shrug. “It was a more thorough evaluation than anticipated.” You add with a coy smile. Miss Meriweather’s eyes narrow as you confirm what she no doubt suspected.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been evaluated.” She sighs almost to herself as you turn to leave. “You’re away again already?” She frowns.
“I’m afraid so.” You reply before flashing her a smile. “Though parting is such sweet sorrow.” You add before leaving her office.
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You thrust your cock deep inside her, pulling her hips into your pelvis as you feel the glorious sensation deep within your loins as your balls twitch and release their load. With a roar of pleasure, you feel your cock pulse again and again as your come races up your shaft to erupt deep inside her.
“Yes, yes!” N moans, almost delirious with lust as she feels your creamy seed splash against the velvety walls of her pussy. You grunt with each powerful release until with one final twitch, your climax subsides and you let out a satisfied sigh.
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You slide your hands across the soft flesh of her buttocks, easing them apart and gazing down at her lips stretched around your thick shaft and above it, the tiny puckered hole of her arsehole. You stretch out your thumb, collecting some of her juices from your cock before smearing it over her little rosebud. She flinches as she feels your digit brush across it making you hesitate.
“Do it.” She breathes. You nod and apply pressure, your thumb pushing past the tight ring of muscle and into the hot, snug confines of her arse. N grunts at the unfamiliar sensation of the intruder as you begin to work your thumb in and out of her arse, your cock twitching inside her at the excitement of what you are doing to this attractive older woman.
“That feel good?” You grin, beginning to thrust your cock into her while continuing to pump your thumb inside her tight orifice.
“Yes.” She groans pushing back against you. “It feels so deliciously dirty.”
“Ready for something a little larger?” You ask her.
“Yes, yes, do it!” She pants eagerly. You ease your thumb from her arse and slip your cock from her pussy, sliding the tip up to her tight hole. Your cock glistens with her juices and you press the head against her puckered opening. You can feel her pushing back against you and you both gasp in unison as the bulbous tip slips into her arse.
“My God, that feels so big!” She groans, holding still for a moment before pushing back against you. You watch in awe as your cock disappears inside her tight orifice inch by inch until your pelvis is pressed against her buttocks. “Oh James, I feel so full!” Her sphincter grips the base of your cock tightly and the warm confines of her arse envelop your rigid shaft. You begin to slowly pump your cock into her, N letting out guttural moans of pleasure with each thrust. You grip her hips as you begin to find a rhythm, already feeling the come boiling in your balls at the sight and feel of her sphincter stretched tightly around the base of your shaft. N’s moans become rasping breaths as she too closes in on her climax. You lean forward, your chest pressing against her arched back.
“You like it don’t you, you dirty bitch.” You hiss in her ear. “You like having my cock buried deep inside your arse.” She nods, her breathing becoming more ragged with every passing moment. You reach under her, sliding your hand down between her legs and finding her clit. She lets out a muted cry of delight as she feels your fingers begin to gently rub it.
“Oh God, I’m going to come!” She tells you breathlessly.
“I’m getting close too.” You grunt, the pressure building in your balls.
“Come inside me!” She tells you, turning her head towards you, her eyes burning with lust. “I want to feel you erupt inside my arse.” The thought seems to send her over the edge and you feel her stiffen beneath you. With a long moan of ecstasy, she reaches her climax, her body shaking as pleasure surges through her body. You can feel her clit twitch beneath your fingertips and her arse clenches your cock in an iron grip.
“I’m going to come.” You groan, as you feel the pressure in your balls build up to a crescendo.
“Yes, yes!” She shrieks, bucking with pleasure, her arse clenching the base of your shaft, “Fill my arse with your come!”
You let out a loud, guttural groan of pleasure and release as you feel your seed race up your shaft to spurt deep within N’s bowels, your body jerking with each powerful eruption. As N’s orgasm wanes, she coos with delight as she feels your thick seed splashing inside her. You groan as you feel her clenching sphincter draw the last of your come from your balls and you both let out a contented sigh.
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“Oh my God, I needed that!” N tells you breathlessly as you slip your cock from her.
“Glad to have been of service Ma’am.” You smirk, your heart still thumping in your chest. She turns and smiles at you, her face flushed and glistening with a thin film of perspiration.
“I have been divorced for more than four years now and have focussed on my career since.” She tells you. “I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed the simple pleasures of a damn good seeing to.”
You nod, stooping to retrieve your clothes. As you both dress, you glance at her as she pulls her bra back on. The moment having passed, she smiles awkwardly and blushes.
“Back to business.” She mumbles, hurriedly pulling on her blouse. “Two days ago there was an incident at a Russian military base...” She tells you, buttoning up her blouse.
“Yes, an accident in a munitions store blew the base sky high.” You reply nonchalantly as you pull your trousers on. “Terrible accident, tragic loss of life etcetera, etcetera.”
“That’s the official story, yes.” N smiles, running her fingers through her dishevelled hair. “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.” Now fully dressed, you straighten your tie and raise an eyebrow, 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 as N retrieves her glasses and puts them back on.
“Your mathematics is faultless.” N replies, looking witheringly at you over the frames of her glasses. “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.”