“The name’s Hazard, James Hazard.” You tell her. “MI6 agent and reckless idiot.”
“At least we agree on something.” She replies her initial fury cooling. “My name is Scarlett Bush.” You smile and open your mouth to speak. “Don’t.” She snaps. “I’ve heard them all before.”
“I’d never be so obvious.” You grin. “So Agent Bush, what next?”
“We get what we came for.” She tells you, pushing past you into the server room and bending over to plug a USB device into the mainframe. You find your eyes drawn to her shapely buttocks, the shiny black latex stretched tightly across them. “I’m uploading the contents of the servers to the tech guys at Langley.” She tells you. “If Kruger’s got any skeletons in his closet, we’ll soon know about it.” She straightens, leaving her gadget to siphon off the data. You follow Scarlett from the server room and return to the vault, pulling off your jacket and throwing it on top of a stack of gold. You glance at your watch. Just after midnight. Nearly seven hours to kill. You glance over at Scarlett, who glares back at you, no doubt coming to the same conclusion. What to do?
Attempt to seduce her
You’re a professional on a mission. Keep it in your pants for once
You wait until Kruger is deep in conversation with one of his guests and his lady friend stands neglected a few paces away before making your move.
“Good evening.” You smile at the beautiful brunette. “Enjoying the gala?”
“Once perhaps.” She smiles faintly, her accent French. “They swiftly become rather tiresome.” Her poise and manner suggests if not an upbringing in the upper echelons of high society, then certainly not far removed. She has a tall, athletic figure, slender but still feminine like that of a tennis player. Her tanned skin, perhaps obtained from hours of sunbathing on Kruger’s private yacht moored in Monaco’s marina, gives her a healthy glow and her long dark brown hair is immaculately styled, falling just past her shoulders. The elegant vintage purple dress she wears has a plunging neckline down to just below her breasts, which are small enough for her to not require a bra, but firm and pert.
“You’ll forgive me.” You tell her. “This is my first such occasion. You must be Mrs Kruger?” Her eyes widen and she laughs humourlessly.
“Hardly.” She replies bitterly, subconsciously reaching up and touching a diamond necklace glittering at her throat. “At best concubine, mistress or lover, at worst a high-class…”
“Sounds complicated.” You interrupt. “My name is Grenville, George Grenville.” You tell her, continuing a habit you have of using the names of former British prime ministers as aliases.
“Bérénice Marceau.” She replies.
“A pleasure to meet you Ms Marceau.” You smile, holding her gaze. She returns your smile, blushing slightly.
“Bérénice, please.” She replies, her hazel eyes gazing attentively into yours.
You make polite small talk for the next few minutes and it soon becomes clear from the odd statement and the occasional narrow eyed glance in Kruger’s direction that Bérénice is far from content. With her obvious disillusionment with her life with him, she could be an excellent source of information. As your eyes drink in her tall, slender figure, you decide the best (and most pleasurable) approach would be seduction. You lean forward and whisper conspiratorially:
“Mr Kruger does not know his own good fortune. If I was in his shoes, I’d appreciate the beautiful, sensual woman he seems to have forgotten.” Bérénice blinks in surprise, blushing and smiling shyly at the compliment. You talk for another couple of minutes, the beautiful Frenchwoman now quite receptive to your charm, smiling happily as you converse. She glances over at Kruger, who has his back to her and is deep in conversation with an attractive Italian woman. Her smile vanishes and she touches his shoulder.
“I’m a little weary.” She tells Kruger. “I think I shall retire for the evening.” He gives her a cursory glance and grunts in acknowledgement before turning his back to her and continuing his conversation. You see a brief flash of anger in her eyes before she turns back to you.
“It’s been a pleasure to meet you Mr Grenville.” She tells you, pressing her hand to yours. You feel something pressed into your palm and quickly slip it into your pocket. You watch her make her way towards the lobby, glancing over her shoulder at you just as she reaches the door before disappearing through it. You slip away from the Kruger and his guests and pull the item out of your pocket. A key card to a suite upstairs. You allow yourself a brief smile before checking your watch. You decide to wait ten minutes and follow her up.
You check your watch again. Ten minutes have passed and upstairs the beautiful Miss Marceau awaits. As you sip the last of your champagne, your eyes flick back towards the voluptuous redhead, still in Kruger’s orbit. Despite the excitement of an illicit rendezvous upstairs, perhaps you should make contact with the CIA’s operative instead.
Follow Bérénice Marceau to her suite
Approach the redhead
You leave the gala, making your way from the ballroom to the pristine marble lined lobby. You call a lift and gaze through the glass walls as it climbs through the ceiling of the lobby and up the exterior wall of the Kruger Corporation building, the lights of Johannesburg stretching out before you.
The lift slows to a halt and you make your way to Bérénice’s suite. You press the card to the lock and a light flashes green with a barely audible click as the mechanism unlocks. You slowly push open the door and enter the suite. The lights are dimmed, but you can see Bérénice waiting for you on a large bed, silhouetted against the Johannesburg skyline visible through the full height plate glass windows beyond. She lies on her front on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows, her arms folded across her chest, accentuating her cleavage. She is wearing a lacy black corset and sheer silk stockings, her legs bent at the knee and folded back in the air behind her.
“I’ve been expecting you.” She smiles coquettishly, gazing up at you from beneath long eyelashes.
“Really?” You smile, stepping towards her, your eyes tracing the contour of her arched back, down to the curves of her panty clad buttocks. “While your allure is without question, I would imagine not all men would risk the wrath of one of the most powerful men in the world.”
“But then you’re not all men are you?” She purrs. “You’re not afraid of Hugo.”
“Clearly not.” You grin, taking off your jacket before you meet her curious gaze. “Should I be?”
“He may seem amiable, but it is only a façade.” She tells you, her hazel eyes watching your hands as you pull off your bow tie and begin to unbutton your shirt. “He has a terrible temper. He scares me sometimes, particularly these last few days.”
Ask her why Kruger has been angry
Now is not the time for talking
“Really?” You ask, feigning disinterest as you shed your shirt and unfasten your trousers. As you draw closer to the bed, Bérénice rolls onto her side, her tanned skin contrasting with the black corset and stockings. “What’s he so upset about?”
“Oh some nonsense about an island in the Bahamas he bought a while ago.” She tells you, rolling her eyes. “All very secretive, no doubt to keep the tax man away. He was shouting at one of his assistants that it had to be ready in time for a delivery from Turkey of all places. All very dull.”
You’ve got what you came for. Contact N
It would be rude to leave now
“I don’t think you invited me up to your suite for conversation.” You grin, raising an eyebrow and pulling off your bowtie.
“No I didn’t.” Bérénice smiles in the semi-darkness as you begin to unbutton your shirt, stripping it off and discarding it. As you draw closer to the bed, she rolls onto her side, her lightly tanned skin contrasting with the black corset and stockings. She watches you intently as you unfasten your trousers, her heaving chest betraying her excitement.
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“Now, allow me to provide a suitable
distraction.” You grin, allowing your trousers to drop to the floor. Bérénice gazes up at you as you stand before her in just your underpants, her eyes flicking from your face to your muscular hairy chest to the growing bulge in the front of your underwear.
“Let me see it.” She breathes. You smile, moving closer and tugging down your underpants. Freed of restraint, your hardening cock springs up. “Magnifique.” She murmurs, reaching out and running her fingers over your shaft. It twitches in response to her touch, making her giggle. She wraps her fingers around it and begins to slowly pump it.
“That feels good.” You groan.
“I should hope so.” She smiles. “We French have a reputation to uphold. Now what should we to do with this?”
Go down on her
Press her up against the window and slide your cock inside her
“Why don’t we admire the view?” You grin, helping Bérénice from the bed and guiding her over to the full height plate glass windows. Her tall, slender, lingerie clad form saunters across the room before you, silhouetted against the bright lights of the city beyond. As you eagerly join her, she leans against the window, her hands flat against the pane, her legs slightly parted. You step behind her, wrapping your arms around her corset clad midriff, your hard cock pressing against her firm buttocks. You gently kiss the side of her neck, your lips sliding up towards her ear, the faint scent of her perfume in your nostrils. She moans softly, her breath misting up the glass as you take her earlobe between your lips, lightly sucking on it before she turns to face you, your lips sliding across her cheek to her mouth. You kiss her tenderly, her tongue tentatively flicking against your own as your left hand slides up to cup a breast through the lacy fabric of the corset while your right hand slides down, hovering just above the waistband of her panties. She lets out a little sigh as you squeeze a breast, feeling a nipple harden against the palm of your hand through the flimsy fabric. You slide your other hand lower, your fingertips slipping inside her panties and gliding through the soft curls of her pubic hair before finding her hot moist slit. Bérénice lets out a little gasp of delight as your probing fingertips delve inside her juicy folds. As you tease her with your fingertips, she begins to grind her buttocks back against your throbbing cock and you let out your own groan of pleasure. After a few minutes of this, she can stand it no longer.
“Please,” She murmurs, her eyes heavy lidded, her lips pouting, “I need you inside me.” You grin, slipping your cock from between her buttocks and pulling the gusset of her panties to one side. Bérénice moans with excitement as you guide the straining head of your cock to her entrance, the Frenchwoman letting out a little sigh as she feels you enter her. You grasp her hips as you thrust up inside her, groaning with relief as your aching cock finally receives some stimulation. You quickly find a rhythm, your grunts and Bérénice’s moans filling the room as you drive into her. The excitement of taking Kruger’s beautiful mistress against the window of his own building with the bright lights of the city before you has you pounding into her with reckless abandon. Your enthusiasm seems infectious and soon the brunette is crying out in pleasure, pushing back against you and meeting your thrusts.
“Oui, oui, oui!” She wails, delirious with lust. “Harder, fuck me harder!” You slam into her, the sound of your flesh slapping together joining your moans of pleasure as you both strive to reach your climaxes. Your bodies, both hot and perspiring from the effort, begin to mist up the whole window. Bérénice’s hands begin to slide down the pane, her fingers leaving streaks like claw marks in the film of condensation.
“You like that?” You hiss in her ear as her panting begins to increase in intensity. “You like my big hard cock inside you?”
“Oh yes!” She moans breathlessly. “It feels so good! Don’t stop, you’re getting me so close!” As the tension in your balls begins to build, stopping is the last thing on your mind. Her breathing becomes increasingly uneven and ragged.
“Oui, oui, make me come!” She groans. You gaze down at your shaft, glistening with her juices, disappearing into her again and again, Bérénice rapidly closing in on her orgasm now with her breathing coming in sharp gasps. Her fingers squeak against the window pane as they clench into claws and she bows her head, her whole body tensing up. With a final little cry of release, she reaches her climax. She lets out a series of guttural groans of ecstasy as she trembles with the waves of pleasure surging through her body. You hold your cock deep inside her, enjoying the sensation of her clenching pussy muscles around your shaft as her orgasm rips through her. With a final satisfied moan, her hands flatten against the window and she slumps forward, her forehead resting against the steamed up pane.
“I haven’t come like that in a long time.” She pants after a moment. “Now let’s see if I can return the favour.”
Continue and come inside her
Pull out and have her finish you with her mouth
“My thoughts precisely.” You groan, continuing to thrust up inside her. Bérénice bends forward, bracing herself against the window. The new position as well as her sodden pussy allows you to pound into her with renewed vigour and you can feel the pressure building in your balls as your own climax approaches.
“Yes, yes!” She moans. “You’re close aren’t you? Come inside me. Fill me with your thick creamy seed!” You groan, her filthy words having the desired effect and bringing you rapidly to the edge.
“Oh fuck!” You gasp, grasping her hips and slamming into her one last time, pulling her pelvis into yours as you feel your balls twitch. You let out a guttural grunt of ecstasy and release as you feel your seed race up your length and erupt from the tip of your jerking shaft.
“Oui, oui, oui!” Bérénice wails as she feels your cock pulse deep inside her, the hot fluid spurting into her snug passage. You grunt with each powerful eruption, your head swimming as you empty your balls inside her. Your body trembles as your grunts of pleasure become moans of satisfaction as her pussy muscles squeeze the last few drops of come from you.
“That… was… incredible!” You pant as you slowly withdraw your spent cock from her.
“I couldn’t agree more.” Bérénice smiles as she straightens and turns to face you. You take her in your arms, pressing your lips to hers and kissing her tenderly. Both of you sated, you guide her back to the bed, climbing in beside her and falling quickly to sleep with her head resting on your chest.
You awake just as the sun rises, the golden light reflecting off the skyscrapers around the Kruger Corporation building. You slip silently from the bed and quickly gather your clothes, pulling them on with a wary glance towards Bérénice’s sleeping form. You cross the room towards the door and step out into the corridor, making your way to the lift and back down to the lobby. You walk down the steps outside the Kruger Corporation building, strolling out into the long shadow cast by the monolithic structure.
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“I was hoping you’d say that.” You grin, pulling your cock from her clenching hole. Bérénice intuitively knows what you want and turns around, dropping to her knees before you. She grasps your shaft, wet and sticky with her juices and immediately takes it into her mouth. You groan with pleasure as the warm confines of her pussy are replaced with the moist hotness of her mouth. She brushes her hair behind her ears and her hazel eyes gaze up from beneath long eye lashes as she begins to bob her head back and forth, sucking and slurping at your cock. She reaches up, her fingers closing around the base of your shaft. You groan as she grips you tightly, her lips gliding up and down your length while her hand pumps you in slow, steady strokes.
“I’m getting close.” You groan as you feel your balls tightening. Bérénice just continues at the same deliberate pace, your come boiling in your balls as she slowly but relentlessly brings you towards your orgasm. You gaze down at the beautiful, lingerie clad French socialite enthusiastically sucking you towards your climax, her well-manicured fingers sliding up and down your saliva slick shaft. The thought of erupting into her
mouth sends you to the very brink.
“I’m going to come!” You grunt, feeling the delicious sensation as the tension in your balls reaches the point of release. You stifle a groan of disappointment as she pulls your cock free of her lips. However, she opens her mouth wide and continues to stroke your shaft, the straining head hovering close to her lips. Your balls twitch and your cock pulses in her pumping hand as the first spurt shoots from the tip and straight into her open mouth. You grunt loudly as your cock twitches again and again, more and more of your thick creamy seed shooting past her waiting lips, coating her teeth and tongue in the cloudy pearly white fluid. As the strength of the spurts weakens, Bérénice leans forward and takes your cock back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. As she collects the last drops of your come, you glance behind her at the bright lights of the Johannesburg skyline illuminating the night behind her.
“It certainly brings new meaning to the phrase ‘come and see the sights’.” You grin. She rolls her eyes and pulls her lips from your spent cock before gulping down the mouthful of come.
“Just as well you fuck better than you joke.” She smiles, as you help her to her feet. You chuckle and take her in your arms, kissing her tenderly. Both sated, you move to the bed, climbing beneath the silk sheets and falling quickly to sleep with her head resting on your chest.
You awake just as the sun rises, the golden light reflecting off the skyscrapers around the Kruger Corporation building. You slip silently from the bed and quickly gather your clothes, pulling them on with a wary glance towards Bérénice’s sleeping form. You cross the room towards the door and step out into the corridor, making your way to the lift and back down to the lobby. You walk down the steps outside the Kruger Corporation building, strolling out into the long shadow cast by the monolithic structure.
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