Agent 69- Stroken, Not Stirred

by Callista Hawkes

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  “It’s more a question of what I’d like to do to you.” You grin, reaching for Bérénice’s stocking clad legs and pulling them towards you. She lets out a squeak of surprise, gasping as you rip her panties down her legs, casually tossing them over your shoulder. Her hazel eyes filled with excitement and lust meet yours as you drop to your knees between her open thighs. The hem of the corset stops just short of the neatly trimmed tangle of pubic hair and even in the semi-darkness of the suite, you can see her labia glistening with her arousal. You move closer, your cock throbbing as your own excitement grows before leaning forward, her pussy just inches from your face.

  “Do it.” She pants, her hands reaching for your head. “Eat me. Eat my pussy!” You smile, tempted to tease her, but Bérénice already seems so aroused it would only serve to frustrate her. And you for that matter. Grasping her hips, you press your face into her moist folds.

  “Oui, oui!” She squirms in delight as you slip your tongue inside her, enjoying the tangy taste of her arousal. She spreads her legs wider and runs her fingers through your hair, murmuring her encouragement as you lap at her juicy slit. As she lays there, luxuriating in the pleasurable sensations emanating from her pussy, you move upwards, flicking your tongue over her engorged clitoris as you replace your tongue with your fingers, slipping them inside her. Bérénice gasps with delight, lifting her hips up off the bed as your tongue teases her clit while you pump your fingers into her drenched hole. As your tongue and fingers work together in tandem, Bérénice’s soft moans of encouragement in English intensify, segueing into a string of increasingly frantic French. Her hands leave your head and your eyes flick upwards, watching as she roughly squeezes her breasts through the corset. She falls silent, biting her bottom lip before her whole body tenses up and with a loud groan of pleasure, she reaches her climax. Her whole body shakes with each wave of ecstasy, her breathless sharp little cries music to your ears as you feel her pussy clench around your fingers and her clitoris twitching against your tongue. As the beautiful brunette finally relaxes, she cranes her head forward, smiling down at you.

  “Trés bien!” She pants. “That felt incredible!” You pull your face from between her thighs and grin up at her.

  “I think I could stand a little more of your talented tongue.” She purrs. “But I am not a selfish lover. Why don’t you join me on the bed so I can suck you at the same time?”

  A sixty-nine sounds good

  You’d rather slip your cock inside her pussy

  “I had something even more satisfying in mind.” You tell Bérénice, joining her on the bed. You pull her on top of you and she smiles, eagerly straddling you. Her stocking clad thighs press against your sides, her long brown hair falling into your face as she leans forward to press her lips to yours. You kiss her passionately, your cock twitching between her legs as your excitement builds. As your exploring tongues flick over each other, you feel her reach back and grasp your cock, guiding it to her opening. You feel her weight shift and you groan as you feel yourself slip inside her velvety pussy. Bérénice pulls back slightly, a broad smile on her face as her pussy lips slide all the way down to the base of your shaft.

  “That feels so good.” She coos, your hands grasping fistfuls of silk sheet as she begins to slowly ride you. You groan your agreement as she straightens up, her hands resting on your chest. You gaze up at the beautiful brunette, the Frenchwoman a vision of lustful desire. Her heaving breasts threaten to spill out of her corset, her immaculately styled hair cascades past her shoulders, her hazel eyes are fixed on yours while she chews her lower lip, the corners of her mouth curled up in pleasure.

  “I couldn’t agree more.” You murmur, before sliding your hands up the outside of her thighs, enjoying the texture of her stockings and then the warmth of her smooth skin as you caress up past her hips. You slip your hands forward over the front of the corset before cupping her breasts. She groans her approval, her eyes rolling back as you tease her nipples through the thin black fabric. You pull the top of the corset down freeing her breasts, smiling as you gaze at her tanned chest, her erect nipples protruding proudly from the darker skin of her areola. You crane your head forward and she cradles your head, her fingers running through your hair as you take first one nipple and then the other into your mouth. Bérénice begins to rotate her hips, grinding her pussy against you as you tease and suck at her nipples, her throaty groans of pleasure encouraging you. You can feel the tension building in your loins as she rides you with increasing ferocity, her pussy gliding up and down your shaft.

  “My God, I’m going to come again!” She gasps, pulling back and sitting upright. You gaze up at her, her face flushed, her mouth gaping as she closes in on her second orgasm. Your own climax is rapidly building, her own excitement infectious and you stifle a groan as you try to hold off, not wanting to come just yet.

  “You’re close too aren’t you?” She pants. “Come with me. We’ll come together. Fill me with your seed.” While a tempting proposition, you also have an alternate destination for your come in mind.

  Come with her

  Come on her

  “I’d rather come on you.” You grin. Bérénice feigns shock, gazing down at you aghast.

  “How deliciously filthy.” She gasps, her hips continuing to grind against you, her chest heaving as she rapidly approaches her orgasm. “Where did you have in mind?” She asks, straightening up and sliding her hands back over her buttocks.

  “Here?” She asks. You shake your head, both of you enjoying her little game. She slides her hands up to her breasts, cupping them and pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

  “You haven’t been able to take your eyes off these.” She purrs. “I bet you want to come all over them don’t you?” You smile and shake your head. A genuine look of puzzlement crosses her face before her eyes widen in realisation.

  “You want to come on my face?!” She gasps. You nod and smile. “But I’ve never let anyone… no one’s… not even Hugo…” Subconsciously, her right hand has slid down between her legs and idly rubs at her clitoris as she digests what you propose. Your smile broadens, knowing her decision before she does. You grasp her hips, thrusting up inside her as the thought of what you intend sends her over the edge. With a shriek of pleasure she bucks and writhes on top of you as her whole body is wracked in ecstasy, her finger dancing a staccato beat on her quivering clitoris. You grit your teeth as her pussy clenches around your shaft, desperate to stave off your own climax. Her rasping gasps finally taper off and she slumps forward, her warm breath against the side of your face.

  “Is Madame ready for her facial?” You grin. She rolls off you onto her back, her eyes meeting yours.

  “Do it.” She tells you earnestly, still breathless from her orgasm. You sit up, kneeling beside her head and take your throbbing cock in your hand. Your balls ache for release and you know you are just a few strokes away from your own climax. Her hazel eyes gaze up at you expectantly as you grip your shaft and begin to pump it. You grit your teeth as you feel the tension rapidly build, trying to hold on a few seconds longer before you finally reach the point of no return. Your feel your balls twitch powerfully and you let out a guttural grunt of release as you feel the blissful sensation of your come racing up your shaft. You lean forward, Bérénice’s eyes widening as the first spurt streaks from the tip, splashing across her cheek and nose. The next burst splatters across her forehead and plasters her left eye closed making her squeal in surprise. The last few spurts land across her lips and chin, dribbling down her cheeks and into her mouth. You lean forward, nudging the head of your cock to her lips. You groan as she takes you inside, softly sucking the last weaker eruptions into her mouth. Sated, you sit back, gazing in wonder at the beautiful Frenchwoman’s come splattered visage as she reaches up and wipes your seed from her eye.

  “It feels so warm.” She smiles broadly up at you, running her fingers through the white creamy fluid, rubbing it into her skin li
ke it was moisturiser. “It felt filthy letting you do that to me. I felt like such a slut, like a cheap whore… and I liked it.”

  “Glad I could broaden your horizons.” You smirk before climbing between the silk sheets next to her. She rolls over and rests her head on your chest and within minutes you have both drifted off to a satisfied slumber.

  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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  You nod, your hands grasping Bérénice’s hips for purchase as you thrust up inside her snug pussy, desperate now to come inside her. She rides you with wild abandon, her sopping slit sliding up and down your shaft, her breathing becoming increasingly ragged and uneven. The pressure in your balls has built up to bursting point and you groan, knowing you are on the very brink. Bérénice reaches up, grasping and kneading her breasts, her mouth dropping open before throwing back her head. Her whole body convulses on top of you as she reaches her climax a moment before you. As she lets out a rasping cry of pleasure, her pussy clenches you and you can hold back no longer. With a deep grunt of release, you erupt into her quivering hole, leaning forward and burying your face in her cleavage as you both tremble in the throes of passion. You wrap your arms around one another, Bérénice’s long fingernails digging into your shoulders, your bodies moulded together as you shudder and shake in a dance of ecstasy. Her moans of pleasure tail off into low whimpers while your grunts subside as you pump the last of your seed inside her. Her hold on you relaxes and you fall back onto the bed. You gaze up at the beautiful Frenchwoman, her face a picture of bliss. She leans forward, kissing you tenderly before climbing gingerly off you, your spent cock slapping wetly back onto your stomach.

  “That was wonderful.” She pants, collapsing onto the bed next to you, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. “Whoever would think a banker would have so much imagination.” Her hazel eyes gaze deeply into yours as if searching your soul. You flash her an enigmatic smile, but do not elaborate. While she may harbour doubts that you are not who you say you are, there is no need to fan the flames of her suspicions.

  “So not as dull an evening as you expected.” You grin.

  “No.” She chuckles as you take her in your arms before you both drift off to sleep.

  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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  “Soixante-neuf?” You grin before raising an eyebrow. “Whatever the lady wants.” You eagerly join Bérénice on the bed, gazing for a moment at her beautiful body laid out before you. The corset accentuates her already impressive cleavage while her slender, stocking clad legs are shamelessly splayed, her pussy glistening with a mixture of her juices and your saliva.

  “Good enough to eat, no?” She laughs before eyeing your hardened cock. “And I’d certainly like to sample a taste of your meat.”

  “You French do enjoy your fine cuisine.” You chuckle, kneeling astride her head and bending forward. You slowly lower your face back between her thighs, enjoying the fragrant aroma of her pussy. As you slip your tongue between her sodden labia, you feel her hand grasp your aching shaft and guide it to her lips. You groan in pleasure as you feel the warmth of her mouth envelop the tip, her lips closing around it and her moist, hot tongue beginning to lap at the straining head. You moan into her pussy as she grasps your hips, using them as leverage to lift her head up off the bed as she begins to slide her lips up and down your length. Every time she raises her head, her lips slide a little further up your shaft until you can feel the tip nudging the back of her throat. Her tongue slides along the underside of your cock as she stretches it out and your eyes widen, your tongue freezing on her clit as you feel your cock push into her throat. You groan with a mixture of pleasure and amazement at the incredible sensation as her lips continue up to the root of your cock, her nose buried in your balls. She holds you there for a moment while thrusting her hips up slightly to encourage you to resume your own oral attentions. As her mouth and throat massages your shaft you attack her pussy with renewed enthusiasm, tracing intricate patterns on her clit while slipping a hand between her thighs and thrusting your fingers inside her. You hear Bérénice let out a muffled cry of delight around your length, the vibrations making your balls tingle. The sensations induced by her skilful mouth combined with the excitement of tasting her juicy pussy has the tension rapidly building in your balls. You eagerly lap at her engorged clitoris, gazing at your fingers, wet with her juices as you thrust then inside her and resisting the urge to break the rhythm and lick her essence from them. Bérénice begins to moan around your cock and she squirms beneath you. Realising she too is close, you quicken your pace, your fingers pumping into her while your tongue flicks at her sensitive clit. Her mouth suddenly leaves your cock as her head drops back onto the bed, letting out a cry of pure ecstasy as her body jerks beneath you. You hold your tongue against her clit as you feel it twitch with each surge of pleasure that washes through her until she finally relaxes with a deep, satisfied sigh.

  “Magnifique.” She breathes. “Deux fois! What a talented tongue you have!”

  “Why thank you.” You grin, your lips wet with her juices. “Though I was quite enjoying your own skilled attentions.”

  “Just a taster of my talents.” She chuckles, pulling you closer to her face. You gasp as you feel her tongue press to the underside of your cock, but instead of sliding up towards the tip, it slithers back towards your balls. You let out a groan of pleasure as she reaches your balls and begins to swirl her tongue all over the thick skin of your scrotum leaving your sack wet with her saliva.

  “That feels incredible.” You moan as she sucks each of your balls into her mouth in turn. She chuckles sexily before resuming running her tongue all over your sensitive skin, the tip sliding back behind your balls. As her tongue trails back further, your eyes widen as you realise her intentions.

  Allow her to continue

  You’d rather she sucked your cock

  You tense up, squirming uncomfortably and sliding back, her tongue slipping back over your balls to your cock. Bérénice chuckles to herself at your obvious uneasiness, but grasps your shaft and guides the head back into her mouth. You groan with pleasure as she begins to pump it, her lips closing around the head.

  “Yes. That feels so good!” You gasp, dipping your head and gazing up between your bodies at your cock disappearing into her mouth. You can feel the tension in your balls that had receded quickly building again.

  “I’m getting close.” You warn her. She responds with a little moan of excitement, her hand pumping you faster. The thought of coming in her mouth has you racing towards your climax and with a final grunt of release, you feel your balls pulse as your come shoots up your shaft and into Bérénice’s waiting mouth. You groan with each surge of pleasure as your cock twitches again and again as your spurting cock fills her mouth with your thick creamy seed. As your climax wanes, she sucks the last few drops from you before enthusiastically swallowing it all.

  “Not bad.” She comments as your softening cock slips from her lips. You climb off her and lie next to her, panting softly as you catch your breath. Bérénice gazes thoughtfully at you for a moment.

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p; “I wonder why I’m attracted to men like Hugo… like you.” She muses.

  “The excitement.” You reply. “You like to live dangerously.”

  “Perhaps.” She replies before her expression becomes a little melancholy. “Or perhaps I have some subconscious desire for self-destruction.”

  “Better to burn out than fade away.” You grin flippantly before rolling over and drifting off to sleep, completely oblivious to the brunette’s angry glare behind you.

  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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  You groan as your feel the tip of Bérénice’s tongue run along the ridge of skin between your balls and arse before feeling it snake into the little hollow to your arsehole. Her hand continues to pump your shaft as you feel her tongue tentatively flick around the outside of your puckered hole. A moan escapes your lips as you luxuriate in this illicit pleasure as she slowly teases your arse while her hand glides up and down your cock, your saliva coated balls tightening and your cockhead straining with an urgent desire to come. Bérénice however continues her own slow, deliberate pace, her tongue continuing to skirt the little hollow with feathery little flicks while the caress of her hand keeps you tantalisingly on the edge.

  “Please.” You beg. “Please. Do it.” You hear her chuckle sexily in her throat as she continues to gently lap between your cheeks. Frustrated, you push back a little, her tongue slipping between your buttocks and into your puckered hole. Bérénice lets out a muffled moan of surprise while you groan with pleasure as you feel her wet tongue slither over your arsehole. Her hand quickens its pace on your cock and she begins to enthusiastically lap at your tight knot. Desperate to come and yet enjoying the kinky Frenchwoman’s probing tongue and pumping hand, you try to hold off. Your balls ache with a desperate need for release and your heart thumps in your chest as your excitement builds and as your balls tighten, you realise you cannot suppress the inevitable any longer.