Have her ride you to your climax
The thought of a sixty-nine appeals
If that’s not an anal invitation, you don’t know what is!
“I’m pretty content with what you’re doing already.” You tell her, continuing to thrust up inside her. She raises an eyebrow and for a moment you think you detect a shadow of disappointment sweep across her face, but she recovers quickly.
“Okay,” She purrs, “But how about with a little twist?” With that, she slowly turns herself around, your cock still buried deep inside her until she straddles your hips with her back to you.
“Incredible.” You comment, enjoying the sight of her curvaceous buttocks and hips narrowing to a slender waist, her long, blonde hair cascading down to just beneath her shoulder blades.
“I knew you’d like this position.” She replies. You smile and open your mouth to tell her you weren’t referring to the position, but think better of it. Besides, you don’t want a reputation for sentimentality! You reach up and caress her buttocks as she begins to slowly work her hips back and forth. You feel her reach down between your legs, her fingers playing over your balls.
“Damn, that feels good.” You tell her. She chuckles and begins to ride you harder, becoming more vigorous with each passing moment until she is thrusting up and down with long, deep strokes. You gaze enthralled at her buttocks bouncing up and down on you, your hard shaft, slick with her juices slipping in and out of her pussy. Her fingers continue to caress and gently kneed your balls and you can feel the tension building within them.
“I’m getting close.” You grunt as you begin to build towards your climax. Your hands drop to your side, fingers curling tightly, digging into the wet sand until you are gripping a handful in each fist. Your body tenses up, your jaw clenching until finally you grasp her hips and slam up into her one last time. Your balls twitch and you grunt as you feel your come race up your shaft, erupting deep inside her.
“Yes!” Anya moans, glancing over her shoulder at you. “Yes, fill me with your come!” She gyrates her hips, grinding herself down on your spurting cock as you empty your balls into her, your body jerking with each powerful eruption. Your grunts and groans trail off and your hands release their grip on Anya’s hips, slipping limply back to the sand. Your whole body relaxes and you let out a satisfied moan of pleasure. After a moment, Anya gingerly climbs off you, your cock slapping wetly against your stomach. The beautiful blonde smiles at you before lying next to you. You pull her towards you, Anya allowing you to take her into your embrace.
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“How about a little mutually assured stimulation?” You suggest, slipping your cock from her sodden pussy.
“What did you have in mind?” Anya purrs.
“What’s the Russian for sixty nine?” You reply with a raised eyebrow.
“I’d tell you, but I think I’m about to have my mouth full.” She quips, turning around and lying on her back. You chuckle and climb on top of her, gazing down at her glistening pussy before you. As you lower your face between her thighs, you can already feel her lips closing around the tip of your cock. You eagerly bury your face in her wet folds, lapping at her juicy slit, her taste exciting you. Anya lets out a muffled moan around your cock and you feel her fingers wrap around your shaft, stroking it in tandem with her sucking mouth. You slide your lips up to her clit, Anya gasping as you flick your tongue over her sensitive little nub. The sounds of your competing muffled moans fill the air as you pleasure each other, your tongue and Anya’s lips working at each other’s genitals as you drive each other inexorably towards your climaxes. You alternate between her teasing her clit and probing inside her with your tongue while she strokes your cock into her mouth, the intensity of her pumping matching her excitement as you bring her ever closer to her orgasm. Anya squirms beneath you as she closes in, her moans vibrating along your shaft, making your balls tingle as her talented lips bring you swiftly towards your own climax. Sensing she is on the brink, you concentrate on her clitoris and reach between her thighs, pushing your fingers inside her drenched hole. Anya lets out a guttural groan at the added stimulation as you pump your fingers into her pussy. Anya lasts only a few more moments before her hips jerk and her clit twitches against your tongue as her orgasm sweeps through her. Her lips slip from your cock and she lets out a moan of ecstasy before quickly taking you back into her mouth, her lips vigorously working at your cock as her body bucks with pleasure beneath you. The excitement of bringing Anya to her climax as well as her accomplished attentions to your straining cock have you rushing towards your own. You pull your lips from her quivering clit and grunt as your balls twitch and send a torrent of come racing down your shaft and into Anya’s waiting mouth. She lets out a muffled coo of delight as she feels you filling her mouth with your thick seed, gently sucking on the tip until she has drawn every last drop from you. She releases you from her grasp and her lips slide off your softening shaft. You roll to one side, exhausted. Anya props herself up on an elbow, her eyes meeting yours before gulping down the mouthful of thick creamy come. She flashes you a smile before slumping back down into the sand, utterly sated.
“That’s what I call interagency cooperation.” Anya pants as you both recover from your climaxes.
“I’ll be sure to mention it in my report.” You grin. “No doubt our superiors will be delighted.” She chuckles and turns back around, resting her head on your chest and allowing you to take her into your embrace.
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“Really.” You smile wolfishly before slipping your cock from her and guiding her onto her hands and knees. Anya subserviently assumes the position, glancing over her shoulder at you, her eyes burning with lust. Your pulse racing, you move behind her, reaching between her legs and slipping your fingers inside her juicy pussy before sliding them up between her buttocks. Anya flinches as your fingertips graze her tight little hole, letting out a low moan as you circle it, spreading her wetness over it. Your cock is rigid and aching with need as you apply pressure to her arse with one finger, the narrow digit slipping easily into the hot confines of her arse.
“Oh fuck!” Anya moans as you begin to work your finger in and out of her tight orifice. “Oh God, that feels good.” You grin, your own excitement building as you breathlessly pump your finger inside her. With your cock almost painfully hard, you can wait no longer and slip your finger from her clenching hole. Grasping your shaft, you guide it to her puckered entrance, the thick tip looking impossibly broad next to her tiny arsehole. Perhaps sensing your doubt, Anya glances over her shoulder.
“Do it.” She tells you thickly. “Fuck my arse.” You push against her arse and feel her push back against you, both of you gasping in unison as her sphincter yields and the bulbous head disappears inside her. She continues to press back against you and you watch spellbound as your entire length slides into her arse, the tight ring of muscle stretched around the thick base of your cock. Her hot passage grips your cock snugly and you grasp her hips as you begin to slowly thrust into her arse.
“Damn, you feel tight.” You groan as you slip back and forth inside her.
“I’m offended you might think otherwise.” Anya pants. You chuckle, your heart thumping in your chest as you gaze at the beautiful Russian on her hands and knees before you, her head bowed forward as you continue to plough into her tight canal. You can feel the pressure building in your balls as your excitement drives you towards your climax.
“I’m getting close.” You grunt.
“Yes!” She pants. “Your cock feels so good inside me. I feel so full!” She thrusts back against you, her buttocks slapping against your pelvis. You grit your teeth as you teeter on the edge of your climax, desperate to come but trying to hold off to prolong the delicious sensations from your groin.
“Do it!” Anya gasps, glancing over her shoulder. “Come for me James, fill my arse with your seed!” Unable to hold off any longer, you grasp her hips and slam deep inside her one last time before bellowing with
release. You feel your balls twitch before pumping your load up your length and into the hot confines of her bowels. Anya moans with delight as she feels your seed erupting deep inside her tight hole, her sphincter gripping the base of your shaft and squeezing your come from it. You grunt in ecstasy as your body jerks and shudders with each powerful eruption until your orgasm finally subsides and you pull your cock from her clenching hole, collapsing on the sand next to her. Anya drops down next to you, grinning broadly at your shattered form.
“Satisfying?” She asks, her eyes gleaming, an eyebrow raised. Breathless, you nod before smiling weakly and drawing her to you.
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You both lie there for a moment, Anya’s body pressed to yours, her head resting on your chest as you catch your breath. The hot sun beats down on your naked bodies and you enjoy the moment, the afterglow, the only sounds the gentle lapping of the waves on the beach and each other’s slightly elevated breathing.
“Well, I suppose we ought to report in.” You tell her reluctantly after a moment.
“Yes.” Anya replies with a sigh. You both get gingerly to your feet, collecting the items of clothes strewn all over the beach around you. You brush off the sand as best you can and pull them back on. Having been nearly cooked, drowned and then unceremoniously torn off in the heat of passion, the garments are crumpled, ripped and ragged and you smile at each other as you take in each other’s dishevelled appearance.
“We’ll head to the jetty on the far side of the island.” You tell Anya. “With a bit of luck, there’ll be a boat we can commandeer.” Anya nods and you turn to leave. As you cross the beach, you see movement in the tree line ahead. As one, a squad of soldiers emerges from the undergrowth. You recognise their combat uniforms as that of the US Marine Corps.
“Mr Hazard, Agent Suchova?” One smiles broadly, three sergeant stripes on his arm. “Looks like we missed the action.” You return his smile, uncertain as to whether he is referring to the mission or... the aftermath.
“How long have you chaps been there?” You ask tentatively.
“Long enough sir.” The sergeant deadpans, his men sniggering behind him. You cast a glance at Anya, her arms folded across her chest, blushing furiously. “We’ll secure the island. I’m assuming you two have finished debriefing each other,” More sniggers from the marines, “So I’ve called in a chopper to extract you. I’m told President West wants to thank you both personally for your actions here today.” With a smart, crisp salute, the marine sergeant turns and disappears into the trees, his men following closely behind.
Minutes later, you hear the whup-whup of rotor blades as the huge form of a Black Hawk helicopter appears over the trees and descends onto the beach. You shield your eyes from the maelstrom of sand stirred up as it sets down before you. A side door slides open and a marine beckons you on board. You duck your heads as you approach and climb on board. The helicopter rises up into the cloudless Caribbean sky, the smoking ruins of Kruger’s base in your wake as you head northwest towards Washington DC and the White House lawn. Anya squeezes your hand and flashes you a smile. You return her smile though your mind is elsewhere as you wonder if Elise will also be present when her father expresses his gratitude...
THE END
“Ms Marceau.” You reply, dropping your weapon and slowly raising your hands. “A pleasure to see you again.”
“No, the pleasure will be all mine.” She replies, the muzzle of the gun leaving your back before you feel it smash into the base of your skull. You drop to the floor as everything fades to black.
Your eyes flick open and you wince, rubbing at the painful lump at the back of your head from where Bérénice pistol whipped you. Shielding your eyes from the glare of the sun, you sit up, finding yourself alone on a white couch in the middle of a large glass dome. You can hear the low hum of air conditioning and feel a cool breeze from above you. You get gingerly to your feet and walk a few paces across the immaculately clean tiled floor and gaze out of the glazed walls at the island before you. A carpet of palm trees sweeps out beneath the dome, dropping down in the distance to a thin band of white sand and the azure waters of the Caribbean Sea beyond. The dome must be at the top of Kruger’s private residence at the summit of the island’s central peak. You glance around you, but the dome is featureless and unfurnished apart from the couch.
“Welcome Mr Hazard!” A familiar South African accent booms out. Kruger emerges from a spiral staircase in the floor to one side of the dome and strides towards you, Bérénice Marceau in his wake. While not as glamorously dressed as in Johannesburg, she still looks stunningly attractive even in a white fitted blouse and dark pencil skirt with her hair neatly pinned back, presumably dressed in her professional capacity as Kruger’s personal assistant.
“Kruger.” You spit.
“How kind of you to drop in and bear witness to my masterplan.”
“And what madness is that? Nuking the polar ice caps to flood the world? Simultaneously destroying New York and Moscow to bring about global Armageddon?”
“Well I am something of a traditionalist.” He shrugs. “Though biological warfare or cyber terrorism are fashionable, you can’t beat the good old fashioned threat of a nuclear strike. I will destroy Washington DC to show the world I am not to be trifled with. Then I will threaten city after city, all of which will bow to my demands. New York, Tokyo, Beijing, all will tremble when my gaze falls upon them. I may eventually even get as far down the list as your pitiful country and threaten London.”
“Why?” You ask. “You are already the wealthiest man in the world. Why do this?”
“Because I want to be the most powerful man in the world too.” He replies. “Wealth gives you power to a certain extent of course. I can influence governments to a degree but nothing compares to wielding the threat of a nuclear strike on the city of my choice. Governments will tremble and bow to my will. My influence will be total and with it I will stamp out petty squabbles fuelled by archaic religions or oil deposits and build a better world. All for a reasonable fee from each of the world’s countries of course.”
“An international protection racket?” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “If you’re going to kill me, get on with it. I’ve heard enough of your posturing.”
“You misunderstand Mr Hazard.” Kruger laughs. “I don’t want to kill you. I want to offer you a job.”
“What?!” You reply incredulously.
“You have been a formidable and worthy adversary these past few days.” Kruger smiles. “I respect that. I respect you. I would rather you were with me than against me, so why not work for me. Become a part of this and help me build a better world.”
“I can’t be a part of this!” You tell him. “To be an accessory to the slaughter of millions!”
“Don’t be a fool Mr Hazard.” Kruger tells you. “Yes, we’ll give the world a bloody nose to make our point, but what’s a few million in a world of seven billion? Work for me and I’ll make you rich beyond your wildest dreams.”
“Come James,” Bérénice purrs, stepping forward and running a hand over your chest, “Stay with us. I think I would enjoy the company of two strong and powerful men…” You raise an eyebrow and she chuckles sexily as her hand travels downwards and playfully squeezes the bulge in the front of your trousers. You have to admit that Kruger’s proposal is more than a little tempting, as are Bérénice’s overt sexual overtures.
Save the world
Betray the world
“You’re both delusional at best.” You tell them. “Your whole plan is absolutely insane. But it’s not too late. See sense and step back from the brink!” Kruger’s face is set and resolute, but you think you see a flicker of doubt in Bérénice’s eyes.
“I thought you were a man of vision.” Kruger tells you. “But you are a fool. No matter…” Kruger swings the pistol hard into the side of your head and once again you crumple to the floor, everything fading to black.
You groan as you slowly regain consciousness
, your blurred vision clearing as your feet come into focus. You realise you are upright, your hands manacled above your head, which is lolling forward with your chin resting on your chest. You raise your head and look about you. You are in the centre of a vast circular chamber, the metallic walls stretching up high above you. The room seems to be empty save for a countdown timer high up on the wall in front of you. 40:57. You wonder what happens when the timer reaches zero. Nothing good, you’re sure. You twist around to see what you’ve been manacled to, your eyes widening as you take in the tall cylindrical shape with a tapered tip. You smile humourlessly. At least you’ve found one of the missing nuclear missiles.
“Ah, welcome back!” Kruger calls out, striding across the floor of the silo, the stocky industrialist gazing malevolently at you. “A pity you stubbornly refused to see sense, but no matter. My plan is now just over half an hour from fruition and you are powerless to stop me now.”
“You’re insane.” You tell him with a pitiful shake of your head.
“And you are nothing.” Kruger gloats. “An agent for a country a shadow of its former self. The British Empire is dead, Mr Hazard,” He glances up at the large digital display glowing on the wall of the chamber, “And in a little under thirty eight minutes, so are you.” He grins before turning and striding from the chamber, his maniacal laughter echoing around the silo.
Moments after he leaves, you hear footsteps approaching. Too light to be Kruger returning, you look up at the newcomer.
“Hello again Monsieur Hazard.” Bérénice smiles as she saunters towards you, now wearing an elegant, figure hugging blue dress, her hips swaying provocatively with each step. “I didn’t want to leave you to your fate without properly saying goodbye.” She purrs as she reaches you and runs a hand down your chest. Her fingers glide further downwards, passing your waistline before cupping the bulge in the front of your trousers.
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