Agent Vixen Collection

by Jay Aury

  When she finished she was nearly out of breath, trembling as the events of the day settled over her with their weight. Alistair said nothing. Merely looking at her. Tapping his fingers on the handle of the gun.

  Then, at last, he nodded. “Alright.”

  Audra stared. “You… you believe me?”

  “I wasn’t sure if I would,” Alistair said. “But I know you well enough, I think, that you’re not lying to me. I believe you.”

  Audra was, for the moment, stunned. Then, with a soft cry she threw herself at him, hugging him tightly. He stiffened, then relaxed, his arms working around her, holding her against him. “Thank you,” Audra sobbed softly. “Thank you, Alistair. I didn’t… it was… I had no idea. They got me. They fucking got me by the throat. I thought I was going to die there! Thank you. Thank you…”

  He patted her back, rubbing soothing circles against her. “It’s okay, Audra. It’s going to be okay…”

  She buried her face in his shoulder, breath shuddering through her in a heavy gasp. She nodded heavily. Leaning back, she looked into his face. Looking past the uniform and hat he wore.

  She kissed him. Hard.

  Alistair stiffened again, then he was kissing her back. His hands ran down her coat, tracing her figure. Her heart thudded with relief. Desire. A mingling of emotions she didn’t fully understand, but couldn’t deny. He stood. She peeled his jacket from him. He practically tore her coat from her.

  In a minute they were both naked. In each other’s arms. Kissing each other with almost frantic hunger. He lifted her, and her legs wrapped around his waist, her breasts mashed against his steely chest as he carried her to the bed and eased her down. She moaned softly, feeling his cock harden against her, shaft pressing against the groove of her cunt and stomach.

  “Alistair,” she sighed softly, deepening the kiss.

  “Audra,” he panted.

  His hand found her breast. She gasped, breath hitching as he fondled the soft orb, fingers finding the hardened nub of her nipple. A pleasure different from what she knew pulsed through her. More intense. More… everything. She moaned softly, rocking against him as he palmed her sensitive teat, pleasure sparking down her nerves, curling her toes and tingling across her skin. She parted her legs, baring the gentle furrow of her pussy.

  “Fuck me,” she said, the word a prayer. A gasp. She reached between them, grasping his hot shaft, stroking the firm flesh as she guided him towards her damp cunt. “Please.”

  He pushed inside of her. Audra threw back her head, moaning deeply. She’d taken him before. Fucked him into the bed in a dozen positions until both were sweating and panting and spent. But it felt different, this time. More intense. Her inner walls tightened around his shaft as he began to thrust. A sweet, warm bliss spread through her as they were joined. A comforting feeling. A deep need she’d never known she’d had at last satisfied.

  He pushed his head into the hollow of her shoulder. His hot breath brushed her collarbone as he thrust. His lips found her neck, kissing, sucking. She gasped, twitching as he gently bit down, then licked the spot with loving devotion.

  Pain. So sweet. Pleasure so tender. She rocked against him, her heart racing. Her soft cries building.

  “Yes. Yes! Oh fuck! Yes! Alistair! Alistaaaaaair!”

  She screamed as she came, head thrown back, blonde hair flaring out in a halo. His cock pounded into her shuddering pussy, driving her through that height. Towards the next. She clutched at his back, hearing him grunt as she scratched sharp wounds of ecstasy into him. His pace increased. She felt herself nearing the next height.

  Again she screamed. Again she came, and when he stiffened, his muscular frame tensing around her, her heart fluttered. The hot pulse of his seed filled her tight quim. She cried out, softly, moaning and rocking against him as he filled her with his cum.

  Panting, the tightness of her orgasmic bliss loosened leaving her feeling boneless and spent. Alistair released her, lifting his head. He eased down next to her. Almost at once she rolled against him, yearning for the heat of his body.

  “What now?” he asked, wrapping an arm about her, tugging her close to his side. “They’ll be looking for you. ARM and every intelligence agency in the world.”

  Audra nodded, snuggling against his side. She reached across him, touching the sculpted muscles across his chest. A warmth bloomed in her chest. A feeling of safety and protection. She blushed a little, but focused on his words.

  “I’m not going down,” she said. “I have the phone. Sterling contacted me through it. If we can backtrack the connection, I bet we can find him. If I can prove ARM exists, I can settle all this.”

  “How do we do that?”

  Audra thought a second. Her lips quirked mischievously. “Well,” she purred, stroking his chest playfully. “I bet that Maxine could whip up something for it.”

  “The bimbo from Mambo?”

  “Yes. She’s been doing well. Has herself a lab and her own company. And she certainly owes me for getting her out of Capria’s grasp.”

  For just a moment her arm tightened around Alistair. Capria. Again the intensity of her dream invaded her thoughts. The feeling of gleeful submission, her lips kissing Capria’s ass and lovingly tonguing the other woman’s cunt. Those dreams of her. Those memories of the pod and how near Capria had come to turning her into a bimbofied slut.

  Alistair exhaled heavily. “Well, great. But unless I’m mistaken, her labs are in Florida. And we’re in England. And you can bet that by now, every ship, every airport, and every highway is locked down across the country.”

  “Thought of that too,” Audra said, kissing his chin. Her blue eyes sparking with amusement. “Don’t worry. I think I can wrangle us a ride…”

  Interrogation

  Tenin lay beneath the wrappings, his breath coming in ragged gasps into his oxygen mask. In the corner the heart monitor slowly beeped. Numb. Near mindless from the drugs they’d pumped into him, he stared at the ceiling blankly, fingers limp on the bed.

  He recalled dimly the door to the interrogation room opening, other officers coming in with stunned expressions. He drifted in and out after that. Dim images of him lying back on a stretcher. Doe and Deer talking angrily at the chief inspector. The bumpy ride of the ambulance.

  And now, here. The hospital.

  The door opened. He couldn’t even raise his head to see who came in. He heard the soft click of heels, then a woman rose in his view.

  Dark glasses shaded her eyes. Her hair was done up in a knot beneath her hat and a black coat masked her busty frame. “Oh. Poor Tenin," she crooned. "Look at what they did to you.”

  He squinted weakly at her. Smiling, she slipped the dark glasses down, revealing eyes the colour of precious stones. Tenin jolted, heart monitor beeping sharply. “G-Ga-“

  “Shhh,” she hummed, touching a finger to his lips. “It’s okay. I know. Did you tell them anything?”

  He shook his head as best he could. “No… They asked… haven’t talked…”

  “Good job,” she said. He tensed, feeling her hand ease back the blanket, baring his lower body. The cool air was a sudden sharp contrast as her hand slipped beneath his cock, fondling his balls playfully. “You deserve a reward.”

  The heart monitor beeped faster as he hardened to her touch, her fingers gently gliding up from his tight sack, wrapping around his shaft. He swallowed thickly. “I… I don’t know if…”

  “Shhh,” she purred, running her thumb up his glans, spurring his cock to rise higher, harden firmer as she playfully stroked him with almost ungodly skill. “It’s okay. It’s going to feel sooooo gooood…”

  His eyes grew lidded. His breath heavy. It did feel good. Through the morphine, the pleasure as she masturbated him seeped through like a warm fog, suffusing him with pleasure. Fuck! They should make this mandatory. His head lay back on the bed as her hand slowly quickened its pace.

  “I bet I know how we could make it better,” she murmured.

  �
��Huh?” he moaned into his mask, looking up at her vaguely.

  Smiling broadly, she reached across, and pinched the breathing tube.

  Panic flickered across his face. He gasped, choking. But somehow, the lack of air only made his cock harder. The woman smiled wider. Crueller. Her hand increased its pace on his cock. Her other tightened its grip on the air tube.

  Tenin gasped, shaking as he was slowly suffocated. The heart monitor beeped frantically. Practically screaming. Her hand moved faster. Faster.

  With a strangled cry Tenin came, cock pumping the last of his seed, splattering it over his chest. The heart monitor beeped. Beeped. And grew silent.

  She smirked, taking her hand away from the corpse. She wondered what they would make of this scene, then realized she didn’t actually give a shit. She giggled, rose slowly, wiping her hand on the blanket. With a last smirk down at the dead man, she turned and glided out of the room, shutting the door behind her with a clack.

  Deals

  “I don’t like it.”

  Audra rolled her eyes as she settled in her chair on the yacht’s deck. In the distance she could see the waves slowly beat against the stone docks, the soft, trilling sound of voices rising from the shore. It wasn’t tourist season, and the town of Gander’s Cove far from large, meaning it wasn’t terribly busy to any degree. A relief, as the journey there had been fraught with silent tension.

  “Listen,” she said. “Raphael’s the best chance of getting out of the country. He’s the best smuggler I know. If anyone can get us out of England, it’s him.”

  “I know,” Alistair said with a grimace of annoyance. “But I still don’t like it.”

  Audra giggled. She hadn’t bothered calling Raphael. He’d done that when she first arrived, leaving a message enticing her with his breathy platitudes to come and share his company. She’d considered it, of course. But now, things had taken on a rather more desperate air.

  They’d drawn up by the docks, Audra easily finding the familiar vessel waiting for them. She’d walked aboard like she’d owned it, Alistair trailing after. The guard had eyed Alistair uneasily but had scurried off into town to find Raphael when she asked for him, leaving them aboard and settled for the nonce.

  “Hm. Well,” Audra purred, rounding the chair and settling her firm derrier in his lap. “Tell you what. Later, I’ll let you lick honey off my stomach and breasts.”

  Alistair scoffed, but his arm wound around her waist. “That sounds more like a treat for you.”

  “Is that a no?” she asked, pressing against his chest and fluttering her long lashes.

  Alistair smirked, tugging her more securely onto his lap. “Now I didn’t say that.”

  Audra giggled, rubbing her ass against the hardening bulge in his pants, then moaned as his hot lips met hers. She molded herself against him, rubbing her generous breasts against his chest, her nipples hardened to points inside her blouse. She felt his hand slide along the gentle curve of her rump, squeezing her shapely ass and making her gasp. She broke the kiss, breathing deeply. “Mmm. Alistair. He’s going to be here soon.”

  “A problem?”

  She giggled, kissing him again. “No. But you’re doing half his work for him.”

  Alistair sighed. “Well, we can’t have that.”

  Audra flicked his nose playfully. As she slid out of his lap, she could hardly miss the feeling of his erection pressing through his pants and against her rear. The knowledge gave her a subtle thrill, one deepened as she thought of just how Raphael would doubtless want her to repay him for the favour she would ask today. The old Arab had a thing for her, there was no doubt about that. And despite his age, his girth, and his praising that would put a poet to shame, he was a skilled lover. Or perhaps that was what she liked so much. She had to admit there was a certain sinful delight in having such a man fuck her young, shapely body. That he was constantly trying to get her to marry him added a particular spice to it. Sometimes, she wondered what it would be like, dressed in nothing but sheer silks, kneeling between his legs and sucking his cock to the root while he reclined like some modern sultan. Well, she didn’t really need to imagine it. She’d done it before, but the idea of that being her life, her belly growing fat with his sons, held a curious appeal she couldn’t’ quite fathom.

  Sliding into her seat, she rearranged herself to a more presentable appearance, though she could feel the flush linger in her cheeks, and knew her eyes were bright with desire. A flush she had little doubt still lingered when a familiar figure rolled down the dock and up the plank.

  He was exactly as she remembered him. Enormously fat and dressed in a white shirt, jacket and pants, Raphael’s skin was the deep mocha hue of the Meridian climes. An absurd little mustache graced his upper lip, his hair dark and his eyes lidded, lazy looking. A look and appearance many took at face, but they were fools to underestimate the older man. For few grew so old and so wealthy in the arms trade unless they were exceedingly good at what they did.

  “Ah, my sweet,” Raphael exclaimed gustily, doffing his cap with a low bow. “It does this old man such good to see such a beauty awaiting his pleasure.”

  Smiling, Audra rose. “Hello Raphael. It has been far too long.”

  Raphael laughed as he pulled out a chair and settled his great weight into it with a creak. “Ah my sweet. A day is too long. A moment a torture without you in it. The months since we have seen each other? Ah, those have been an eternity! But what can this old man do for you, my desert rose? And your…” His eyes slid towards Alistair, his smile losing none of its lazy amusement. “…companion?”

  Audra settled in the chair beside Alistair. “Raphael. I’ve actually asked you to come because I need a favour.”

  “Ah, business,” Raphael sighed. A guard appeared as if conjured from below deck, placing two glasses before Audra and Raphael, pointedly ignoring Alistair’s annoyed look. Raphael plucked up the glass, swirling it lazily. “Always it is business. Were I a lesser man, my sweet, I might take offence.”

  “Glad to see you’re ever the bigger man,” Audra said, poking his stomach playfully.

  Raphael laughed, grasping his shaking belly and grinning across the table. “Ah! Very good my sweet. So it is! I am. The reward, my lovely, for a life well lived and successes claimed. Ah, but I am too old to hold such against you. And yes! It is true, I care little what reason brings you back to me. Only that once more I can admire a beauty that would shame the greatest artists of your decadent west.”

  Audra smiled. She leaned forward, elbows on the table, offering an admirable view down her shirt and the firm orbs of her breasts. She saw the familiar flicker of desire in the Arab’s dark eyes as he took in her creamy flesh, and a dull warmth pulsed through her. “Hmm. Well, that’s good to know. Because we need some help, Raphael. Getting out of the country and to Florida.”

  The old man hummed with thought. “Hm. I am not surprised. I have heard such rumors my sweet! Tales so cruel of a young woman who has shot a man. Ah, and that a great many have taken an interest in your capture. And, there has been a mention of a reward…”

  Audra tensed, swallowing. She eyed the old Arab, catching a hungry gleam in those dark eyes. “Have you?” Audra said, sliding out of the chair. She moved slowly around the table, her finger gliding across the surface. Her hips rocked with every step, her tight fitting pants offering an ample view of the motions, and of the soft curve of her rump. She felt both Raphael and Alistair’s eyes glued to her body as she moved, and it was all she could do not to laugh at their riveted attention. Men. “But my sultan,” she moaned. “Could what they offer compare to the… reward that I would give for your help?”

  Reaching Raphael, she placed her hands on his shoulders, leaning over him with a smoky look. Her breasts molded against his expansive chest. “If you could help us, Raphael, I would be ever so grateful,” she purred, her breasts sliding up the slope of his chest.

  Raphael hummed again, the sound reverberating through her. “Ah, it’s true,
my sweet. It’s true. And what is money, my dear, to an old man like me? Ah, a simple thing you ask,” he said. Audra gasped as she felt his hand grasp her rear, fingers lazily running up and down the tight fabric. She felt the warmth of lust pool deep in her stomach. “Ah, and yet, I must ask. Your payment shall be given… when?”

  “Mmm. I think you know,” Audra murmured, reaching between them and cupping his crotch. She licked her lips as she felt his bulge grow, her thumb gliding up and down the immodest shape of his fat cock. “If you can get us to Florida, I’ll introduce your cock to my breasts. My ass.” She leaned in closer, inhaling his heady scent of tobacco, rum and hashish. “And my hungry. Western. Pussy. Would my sultan like that?” she teased.

  Raphael inhaled sharply. “Ah, I believe I would indeed.”

  Audra giggled, then gasped as he tugged her onto his lap. His lips met hers in a hungry kiss, one she eagerly reciprocated. His hand stroked her rear, fingers sliding over the curve of her rump. She moaned softly. She caught Raphael’s lidded eyes glancing aside, and following them found Alistair still seated. He looked at ease, but was that a subtle tension in his neck? A certain stiffening of his body? The thought sent a sinful thrill deep through her. She moaned louder, pressing herself more wantonly against the heavy set man she lay upon. She broke the kiss, panting.

  “Raphael,” she breathed, fingers teasing open the buttons of his white jacket, baring the first inch of the carpet of dark hair on his chest. “Are you really going to take me out here on the deck of your boat? In view of…” She flicked open the last button, his jacket falling open to his great belly. “…Anyone?”

  Raphael chuckled. “Ah my sweet. For a taste of your beauty, I would have you in the middle of the street, where any passing man or woman might see the rapture on your face and the flash of your pale flesh as I took you.” His eyes flicked to Alistair. “Ah, but I am a jealous man, my sweet. Come. I have a room below we can make use of.”