Agent 69- Stroken, Not Stirred

by Callista Hawkes

  “Yes.” She groans thickly. “Do it. I want you to fill my ass with your thick creamy come.” You grin and drive into her, your fingers strumming her clit as you hear her breathing becoming increasingly ragged as she teeters on the edge of her climax. Her filthy talk has you on the brink too as you feel the pressure in your balls reach a crescendo.

  “Oh fuck!” She cries out, her back arching and her clitoris twitching against your finger as you bring her to her orgasm. Her sphincter grips you tightly as her whole body convulses as a powerful orgasm consumes her, her delirious cries of pleasure echoing around the vault. Her clenching arse sends you over the edge too and with a final deep thrust into her snug back passage, you erupt inside her with a roar of pleasure and release. Your bodies quiver and tremble in a dance of ecstasy as your balls pump your seed deep into her bowels, the sensation seeming to prolong Scarlett’s own climax as she moans with delight. As your climaxes subside, you slip your softening cock from her arse, her sphincter clamping shut. She turns to face you, your bodies covered in a light sheen of perspiration as you both catch your breath.

  “Fuck, that was good.” She grins, her chest heaving as she recovers. “Just about worth being trapped in here for.”

  “I’ve certainly discovered a newfound enjoyment of being in a confined space.” You grin. Scarlett rolls her eyes but reaches for you and you kiss tenderly for a moment.

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  Sated, you slump down against the side of the shrink-wrapped stack of dollars, Scarlett settling down next to you, her head resting against your chest. As you hold her close, you glance around the vault at the Aladdin’s cave of treasures, struck at the surreal surroundings before quickly drifting off to sleep.

  You are abruptly awoken by the mechanical locks disengaging in the vault door. You spring up and hurriedly get dressed while Scarlett retrieves her device from the server room.

  “Upload was completed while we were… occupied.” She tells you, studying the read-out. “Our techs at Langley will have been sifting through the data. We should have an answer on any suspicious activity soon.”

  “Splendid.” You grin. “Now we just have to get out of here.”

  “We’re both highly trained operatives.” She shrugs. “Security are a handful of rent-a-cops. It’ll be a walk in the park.”

  Half an hour later, it is quite literally a walk in the park as you leave the building without incident and make your way to the nearby Joubert Park, sitting by a large fountain while commuters, coffee cups in hand walk briskly past on their way to work. Sitting there in a crumpled tux while Scarlett wears her latex catsuit, you get a few curious looks, making you grin at each other. Her phone suddenly vibrates and she studies the screen.

  “A response from Langley.” She tells you quietly. “Kruger has a private island in the Bahamas. The techs have found architectural plans of what appears to be a missile silo! All the intel has been uploaded to MI6’s servers, so they’re in the loop.”

  “Good work.” You tell her, getting to your feet. “I’ll speak to N and arrange to infiltrate the island. How about it Scarlett? You ready to finish this?”

  “I’d love to,” Scarlett tells you sadly, “But as my cover is still intact, Langley have told me to remain on station.”

  “Sorry to hear that.” You reply. “I’d have loved you to have come with me.”

  “Rain check. Though I look forward to coming with you another time.” She adds with a knowing smile.

  “I’ll hold you to that.” You grin, before hurrying from the park. You reach for your phone and call N.

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  “Perhaps you should return the favour.” You tell her.

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” She smiles, her green eyes glinting with excitement as she drops to her knees before you. “You’re not the only one who’s skilled with their tongue.” With that she cranes her head forward and licks your cock from root to tip, flicking her tongue around the straining bulbous head. You groan your approval, her lips curling into a smile before she licks back down your shaft, her tongue tracing the thick vein on the underside. Her free hand reaches between your legs, lifting your heavy balls and lapping at each of them. You moan with pleasure as she swirls her tongue around each sensitive orb as she pumps your shaft with her hand.

  “Damn, that feels good.” You tell her, your pulse racing. She chuckles deep in her throat as she continues to lap at your sack. Pleasurable as her tongue feels on your balls, your cock twitches in her hand, desperate for attention. Scarlett finally relents and as she slides back up your length, the air cools your saliva coated scrotum, contrasting pleasantly with the moist warmth of her tongue slithering back up your shaft. As she reaches the tip, she pauses for a moment, her green eyes flicking upwards to meet yours. She smiles before parting her lips and taking the head into her mouth, softly sucking on it. Her hand gently caresses your slippery balls, gently massaging them as her lips begin to descend your length. You let out a guttural groan of delight as you feel her begin to bob her head up and down, one hand pumping the base of your shaft while the other continues to cradle your balls. You gaze down at the beautiful CIA agent, her lips stretched around your saliva coated cock, her red hair cascading past her shoulders to the swell of her breasts jutting proudly out from her opened catsuit. As her fingers gently caress your balls, probing further back and stroking your perineum, you can feel the pressure in your loins beginning to build. Scarlett seems intent on bringing you swiftly to your climax as her mouth and hands work in tandem to send you over the edge.

  “I’m getting close.” You warn Scarlett through gritted teeth. She pulls you from her lips and gazes up at you, her eyes burning with lust.

  “Yeah?” She grins. “Wanna come all over my face?” Your eyes widen, once again taken aback by the brazenness of the beautiful redhead. She chuckles sexily before taking you back into her mouth, an eyebrow raised as she awaits your response.

  It would be rude to ignore a lady’s invitation

  Her mouth feels too good to pull out

  You’d rather come all over her beautiful breasts

  “I’d rather you finished what you’ve started.” You groan.

  “Mmm-hmm.” Comes the muffled reply, Scarlett’s green eyes gleaming as she eagerly continues to suck your cock. Her hand grips the base of your shaft tightly, pumping you as her lips slide up and down your shaft. The pressure building in your balls reaches a crescendo and you feel them twitch in her hand as your seed is pumped out of them, racing up your length to explode into Scarlett’s waiting mouth. You grunt with pleasure, watching enthralled as her cheeks cave in as she greedily sucks your creamy come from your erupting cock. Your hips jerk as your shaft pulses again and again, her hand gently massaging your balls as you fill her mouth with your seed. You groan as her other hand pumps the last of your thick creamy fluid into her mouth, her warm tongue swiping across the tip and collecting the last droplets. She sits back, your spent cock slipping from her mouth, her lips closed to hold in your seed, her eyes sparkling impishly up at you.

  “Show me.” You groan. She opens her mouth, proudly showing you your come, the thick cloudy white fluid pooled on her tongue. Having savoured your reaction, she closes her mouth and gulps down your seed before getting to her feet and pressing her lips to yours. You take her in your arms, kissing her deeply and enjoying the feel of her warm flesh pressed against you, her large breasts crushed against your chest. After a moment she pulls away.

  “Not my first choice for a midnight snack, but not bad.” She grins. “Besides, a girls gotta eat!”

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  “I’d rather come all over those.” You grin, gazing pointedly at her breasts.

  “You would huh?” Scarlett grins, slipping you from her lips. She sits up so that her breasts are level with your cock and guides it between her magnificent fleshy mounds, pressing them together and trapping your shaft between them. You groan as she begins to slide her breasts up and down, her soft warm flesh stimu
lating your aching cock.

  “Damn, that feels good.” You groan, your pulse racing and your balls churning as she keeps you on the very edge of your climax.

  “You like that?” She purrs. “What about this?” She cranes her head forward and swipes her tongue across the taut skin of your bulbous head before it disappears back into her cleavage. She grins mischievously before repeating the process on every upstroke.

  “Scarlett…” You moan thickly, moments away. She looks up, her green eyes meeting yours as you feel your balls twitch and your shaft pulse as your cock erupts. You roar with release as a thick rope of come shoots from the tip, landing on Scarlett’s chest and dribbling down into her cleavage. She giggles with delight, pulling you free and sweeping your shaft from side to side, pumping it as your seed erupts, splattering both her breasts. You jerk with each powerful eruption, groaning with delight at the heady combination of the sensation, the sight of her defiled breasts and her own gleeful reaction. As the last of your come dribbles down over her fingers, Scarlett releases your spent cock, smiling up at you as she rubs your creamy seed into her breasts.

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  “Whatever the lady wants.” you grin, pulling your cock from her lips. Scarlett chuckles with delight and moves closer, tilting her head back in anticipation. She caresses your balls with one hand while she slides the other down between her thighs.

  “Do it.” She purrs, biting her lower lip with excitement as you rapidly stroke your cock. “Cover my face with your thick, creamy come.”

  “I’m close.” You gasp, the come boiling in your balls.

  “Yes, yes!” She moans, squeezing your sensitive sack, her other hand working at her clit. That sends you over the edge and with a roar of release, you feel your seed race up your length and explode from the tip. The first streak of come splatters across Scarlett’s cheek and forehead, dribbling back into her hairline. She chuckles with delight, continuing to caress your balls as you groan with pleasure, your cock continuing to erupt all over her beautiful upturned face. Your thick cock twitches again, splashing your pearly white seed over her other cheek and the bridge of her nose, then across her lips and chin, trickling down her throat. One hand continues to frantically work at her clit while the other softly massages your spent balls, coaxing the last of your come from them. You groan as you squeeze the last of your seed from the tip, the fluid collecting on the underside of the bulbous head. Scarlett leans forward, her face streaked with your come and her green eyes fixed on yours as she guides your cock back to her mouth. She mews softly as her tongue swirls around the tip and collects the last of your come. She then sits back, your cock slipping from her mouth, her eyes gleaming as she licks her lips, clearly enjoying the taste of your essence, her hand still busily working away between her thighs. Her eyes close and her mouth drops open, stiffening before letting out a groan of ecstasy as her fingers bring her to her own climax. You watch transfixed as Scarlett trembles before you as waves of pleasure surge through her body. As her orgasm passes, her eyes flick open and she flashes you a come soaked smile, her breasts heaving as she catches her breath.

  “Thank you.” She pants. “It always turns me on to feel the warmth of a man’s come splashing across my face. It feels so deliciously filthy.”

  “I’m not sure I’ve ever been thanked for doing that, but you’re most welcome.” You grin.

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  You pull out your phone and call MI6 on a secure line.

  “Agent 69 reporting in.” You tell the automated system. There is a momentary pause while it checks and confirms your voice print before a familiar voice answers.

  “Agent 69. Report.” N says tersely.

  “I’m all finished here.” You tell her.

  “Excellent.” N replies. “Our analysts have come up with three possible locations for the missiles, all owned by Kruger Corporation. Kruger has an abandoned research facility in Antarctica, an offshore oil rig in the Persian Gulf and a private island in the Bahamas. They all seem equally likely. Do you have any leads?”

  Abandoned Antarctic research facility

  Oil Rig in the Persian Gulf

  Kruger’s private island in the Bahamas

  “The offshore rig.” You tell N, mustering more confidence in your response than you feel.

  “Good work Agent 69.” She tells you. “You’ll infiltrate the oil rig and neutralise the threat with extreme prejudice.”

  “Yes ma’am.” You reply.

  Under cover of darkness and clad in black, you approach the floodlit oil rig. As you draw nearer, you cut the engine and allow your inflatable boat to drift silently to the landing platform at one of the legs. You clamber out and draw your silenced Walther P99 pistol, stepping lightly as you climb the steps to the platform high above you. You keep to the shadows, favouring a clandestine approach. As you move silently around the platform’s gantries and corridors searching for the missiles, you are surprised at how casually Kruger’s men go about their business. None seem vigilant for intruders or even armed for that matter. You suddenly feel sick to the pit of your stomach as you realise this isn’t where the missiles are located. Your satellite phone vibrates and you reach for it, leaning heavily on the handrail at the edge of the platform as you press it to your ear.

  “You’re in the wrong place!” N tells you, her voice incandescent with rage. “Kruger has launched one of the missiles. He’s just wiped Washington DC off the face of the Earth! He’s threatening to do the same to London if we don’t meet his demands.” Your blood runs cold.

  “N… I…” You stutter.

  “Don’t.” She snaps. “This could have been avoided if you’d done your job. Against my better judgement I trusted you with this and you’ve failed utterly. Your negligence has led to the death of millions. I hope you have plenty of loyal contacts left around the globe, because you need to drop off the grid. Both the British Government and the Americans want to have you executed!” The line goes dead and you hurl the handset into the churning waters of the Persian Gulf below, your curses drowned out by the background noise of the drilling platform. You reflect that perhaps you should have done your job rather than just concentrating on pleasures of the flesh.

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  “Antarctica.” You tell N, mustering more confidence in your response than you feel.

  “Good work Agent 69.” She tells you. “You’ll infiltrate the facility and neutralise the threat with extreme prejudice.”

  “Yes ma’am.” You reply.

  A few hours later, you parachute in from the freezing cold Antarctic sky. You land on the ice a couple of hundred yards from the facility, quickly clambering to your feet and hurrying towards the slab sided structure. You are dressed from head to toe in a thick snow camouflage suit while a mask protects your face from the Antarctic gale howling around you. You make slow progress across the ice to the facility. Finally reaching it, you move to a heavy steel door and reach inside your pack. You pull out a small oxyacetylene cutter and ignite it, sparks showering you as you burn through the lock. The lock falls away, the red hot metal hissing in the snow at your feet. You pull out your silenced Walther P99 and cautiously push open the door, stepping inside the cavernous structure. As soon as you are inside, your heart sinks. You can see clearly that no one has been here for a very long time. Your satellite phone rings and you pull your mask off, pressing the handset to your ear.

  “You’re in the wrong place!” N tells you, her voice incandescent with rage. “Kruger has launched one of the missiles. He’s just wiped Washington DC off the face of the Earth! He’s threatening to do the same to London if we don’t meet his demands.” Your blood runs cold.

  “N… I…” You stutter.

  “Don’t.” She snaps. “This could have been avoided if you’d done your job. Against my better judgement I trusted you with this and you’ve failed utterly. Your negligence has led to the death of millions. I hope you have plenty of loyal contacts left around the globe, because you need to drop off the
grid. Both the British Government and the Americans want to have you executed!” The line goes dead and you hurl the handset across the room, your curses echoing through the abandoned facility. You reflect that perhaps you should have done your job rather than just concentrating on pleasures of the flesh.

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  “The missiles have been transported to Kruger’s private island in the Bahamas.” You tell N.

  “Excellent work Agent 69.” N replies. “Go there immediately. Infiltrate the facility, neutralise the threat and if the opportunity presents itself, neutralise Kruger. With extreme prejudice.”

  “Understood.” You reply.

  A few hours later, lit only by the starry sky and sitting astride a black Jet Ski, you streak across the dark waters of the Caribbean Sea towards the silhouette of Kruger’s private island. M’s intel indicated that the west side of the island was the optimum landing zone for a stealthy incursion as satellite images showed most of the buildings are located to the east. An orange smudge on the horizon heralds the coming dawn as you quickly close on the island, the Jet Ski skipping on the waves as you near the shore. You open the throttle, running it straight onto the beach and quickly pull it up to the treeline, throwing a camouflage net over the top and drawing your silenced Walther P99 pistol. Dressed all in black, you press on through the forest of palm trees, checking a GPS waypoint on your watch that will take you straight to Kruger’s facility.

  You make steady progress, the sun rising up ahead of you, sunbeams piercing through the gaps in the foliage. You hear the beating of rotor blades and move into the cover of the foliage, glancing up as a large shiny black helicopter with KRUGER CORPORATION emblazoned down the side in yellow swoops overhead. You wonder if Hugo Kruger is on board, arriving to witness his moment first hand. The helicopter rises to a suspended helipad at the peak of the island’s central mountain and you emerge from cover and press on through the forest.