“That’s very thoughtful.” You tell her as she unzips your fly. “But I’m afraid I’ll be departing very shortly.” She grins, reaching inside, her fingers finding your cock which despite the bleak situation, begins to stiffen at her touch. You groan as she pulls your shaft out of your trousers before glancing up at the countdown which now reads 29:27.
“Don’t worry,” She smiles sexily as she drops to her knees before you, “I’ll make sure you explode before you… explode.” With that, she parts her lips and takes you into her mouth. You groan as her lips begin to slide back and forth, your head spinning as your mind struggles with the terror of your imminent death while simultaneously, the pleasure centres of your brain are stimulated by the beautiful Frenchwoman’s talented lips on your cock.
Continue to enjoy the pleasure of her lips
Suggest you might be able to return the favour if she releases you
“There are worse ways to go, I suppose.” You groan, accepting your fate as you watch Bérénice’s lips glide up and down your cock, leaving it glistening with her saliva. As you watch the beautiful Frenchwoman dressed in her elegant blue dress on her knees pleasuring you, you almost forget about the timer behind her relentlessly ticking the seconds of your life away. Her lips slide back up to the tip of your cock, her cheeks caving in with the suction before she pulls away with an audible pop.
“It’s almost a shame I won’t be able to do this again.” She murmurs, her eyes fixed on the straining head. “I’ll have to enjoy it while it lasts.” She leans forward and slithers her tongue up your length before lightly kissing the tip.
“That makes two of us.” You pant. Her hazel eyes flick up to meet yours.
“I want you to give me something to remember you by. Let me taste you. I want you to fill my mouth with your seed.” She takes you back into her mouth, her head bobbing faster and more purposefully until you can feel the beginnings of your climax building deep in your loins. You watch enthralled as her head rocks back and forth, her warm, moist lips sliding up and down your length.
“Better than being tortured.” You admit through gritted teeth. Bérénice immediately pulls you from her mouth, her hand grasping your shaft and pumping at the same pace as her lips a moment earlier.
“Oh, I’m going to torture you.” She chuckles sexily. “But you won’t be pleading for me to stop.” With that, she takes you back into her mouth, sucking and slurping on you with wild abandon until you are moments away.
“Oh yes!” You gasp, “You’re going to make me come!” Bérénice evidently has other ideas and slows her pace, her lips softly brushing down your aching shaft as she keeps you from your climax.
For the next few minutes Bérénice keeps you on the very brink, tantalisingly close to erupting inside the warmth of her mouth. Every time you are on the cusp, she instinctively slows her pace, making you moan with a mixture of frustration and pleasure, desperate to reach your climax.
“Please.” You beg. “Please, make me come.” She chuckles around your length before finally relenting, her pace quickening and her intensity increasing. You let out a long, loud groan as you feel your balls twitch followed by the blissful sensation of your come racing up your shaft to spurt into her mouth. She pulls her head back and closes her lips tightly around the head, mewing contentedly as she feels your thick creamy come splashing across her tongue. Your hips jerk and you grunt with each powerful eruption as you empty your balls into her mouth. She gently sucks the last few drops from you before rocking back on her knees, your cock slipping from her lips. She glances up at you before gulping down your seed and getting back to her feet.
“Thank you.” She smiles, before glancing at the timer behind her. 02:17. “Just in time too.” She leans forward and tenderly kisses you. “Au Revoir Monsieur Hazard.” She turns away, her hips swaying mesmerizingly before she disappears through a thick pressure door. The heavy steel door slams shut with finality of the sealing of a tomb, the clunk echoing around the silo. You smile grimly at your wilting cock, wondering if it has led you to this unfortunate end. You glance back up at the timer, gulping as it drops into single figures. 3… 2… 1… There is a deafening roar as the missile’s propulsion system ignites and a huge fireball immediately engulfs the base of the silo, mercifully killing you instantaneously as your body is consumed and incinerated.
THE END
“Shouldn’t the condemned man get one last wish?” You tell Bérénice through gritted teeth as her lips slide down nearly to the root of your shaft. Her eyes flick up to meet yours and she pulls back, your cock slipping from her lips.
“What did you have in mind?” She purrs, pumping your cock in her hand.
“I’d like to enjoy the warmth of a woman for one last time before I die.” You grin, cocking an eyebrow. She chews her lips thoughtfully for a moment, clearly knowing your intention is to escape, but there is something else there. A flicker of doubt about what she has become a part of perhaps?
“I’m not your enemy.” She tells you, getting back to her feet. “I know I’m no angel but I have no wish to be an accomplice to the murder of millions either. Kruger plans to cement his influential position by using the threat of a nuclear strike to control the governments that have so far managed to resist him. He’s going to launch the first missile at Washington DC within the hour to prove he’s not bluffing!”
“Then get me out of here.” You tell her earnestly. “Let’s put a stop to this before it’s too late.” She chews her lip thoughtfully for a moment.
“Very well.” She tells you. “But I want a pardon for my actions so far.”
“Done.” You tell her, valiantly disguising your relief as she reaches up to unlock your chains. Freed, you rub at your chafed wrists before following her out of the silo, through a heavy pressure door which you pull shut behind you and down a concrete lined corridor towards another door at the far end.
You step inside a large though deserted control room, the walls constructed from thick concrete. Banks of controls are laid out before you and before them several huge screens dominate the room. Your gaze is drawn to the screens which show the stolen nuclear missiles in their silos. As in the silo, a large timer on the wall is counting down and now reads 26:22.
“We haven’t much time.” You murmur, studying the overwhelming multitude of controls before you.
“What’s your plan?” Bérénice asks.
“We’ll cancel the missile launch and then sabotage the controls.” You tell her. “Then we’ll deal with Kruger.”
“You’re going to kill him?” Bérénice asks quietly.
“A likely outcome.” You admit. “Is that going to be a problem?”
“No.” She sighs after a moment. “He’s been good to me in his own way, but he has become increasingly erratic and his temper increasingly violent. No, I do not have a problem if it comes to that.”
“Good.” You reply. “Where is he anyway? I thought he’d be here.”
“The system is automated.” Bérénice replies. “He’ll be above ground with a glass of champagne, awaiting the fireworks.”
“Then let’s turn them into damp squibs.” You reply, studying the array of controls in front of you.
“You know,” Bérénice purrs, leaning into you, her lips brushing your ear, “I’ve watched Hugo at the controls in here like a child with a new toy. I know exactly which controls cancel the launch...”
“Well?” You reply impatiently. “I’m waiting with baited breath!”
“Oh no monsieur,” She chuckles sexily, “You’ll have to persuade me a bit better than that.” She moves between you and the console and drapes her arms around your neck, gazing up into your eyes, her full lips pouting.
“We really don’t have time for this.” You tell her.
“Au Contraire.” She replies. “We have enough time. If you want my help…”
Submit to her whims
You have no time for games. Find the controls yourself
You groan as y
ou 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, you’re awake!” Kruger calls out, striding across the floor of the silo, the stocky industrialist gazing malevolently at you. “You have been a thorn in my side Mr Hazard, but not for much longer. My plan is now just over half an hour from fruition.”
“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 Marceau smiles as she saunters towards you, 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.
“That’s very thoughtful.” You tell her as she unzips your fly. “But I’m afraid I’ll be departing very shortly.” She grins, reaching inside, her fingers finding your cock which despite the situation, begins to stiffen at her touch. You groan as she pulls your shaft out of your trousers before glancing up at the countdown which now reads 29:27.
“Don’t worry,” She smiles sexily as she drops to her knees before you, “I’ll make sure you explode before you… explode.” With that, she parts her lips and takes you into her mouth. You groan as her lips begin to slide back and forth, your head spinning as your mind struggles with the terror of your imminent death while simultaneously the pleasure centres of your brain are stimulated by the beautiful Frenchwoman’s talented lips on your cock.
Continue to enjoy the pleasure of her lips
Suggest you might be able to return the favour if she releases you
Your cock begins to stir beneath Bérénice’s caressing hand.
“Oh,” She smiles, her eyes widening, “I think we have our answer.”
“Excellent.” Kruger grins. “Welcome to Kruger Corporation Mr Hazard.” He moves behind Bérénice and wraps his thick arms around her waist before sliding his hands upwards to cup her breasts. Bérénice’s eyes gleam and she twists her head around, Kruger pressing his lips to hers, kissing her passionately. Her hand continues to caress the growing bulge in the front of your trousers. Kruger’s hands begin to unbutton her blouse, unfastening each button down to her waist before pulling the garment open and pulling it off her. Your eyes are drawn to her small, firm breasts, her black bra pushing them together and accentuating her cleavage. You suddenly feel your trousers loosen before sliding down to your ankles under their own weight as Bérénice’s nimble fingers begin to undress you. She tugs down your underpants and your cock springs free. She coos with delight, grasping your shaft in her hand just as you hear a zip tugged down as Kruger’s fingers work at her black pencil skirt. She shimmies out of it, the skirt sliding down to her ankles and pooling around her designer heels. Standing before you both in just her black underwear she smiles broadly, clearly enjoying your lustful gaze. She turns to face Kruger, unbuttoning his shirt and unfastening his trousers. As she strips him off, you unbutton your own shirt and move behind Bérénice. She hooks her fingers into his underwear and pulls them down, his own hard cock springs out. While relieved that he is not as long as you, like the man himself it is broad, her fingers not quite closing around it as she reaches out to grasp it. She reaches back with her free hand and you groan as her fingers close around your own shaft. She giggles with delight as she begins to pump you both simultaneously.
“As you see Mr Hazard, a certain moral flexibility brings its own rewards, eh?” Kruger grins before gazing at Bérénice. “Now, what shall we do to you my dear?”
“Let Mr Hazard decide.” She purrs, glancing over her shoulder at you, her hazel eyes smouldering with desire.
Bend her over and enter her while she takes Kruger into her mouth
Have her pleasure you both with her mouth
You step behind Bérénice, the beautiful brunette gasping with delight as you grasp her hips and press your body against her firm buttocks. Kruger guides her head down to his cock, groaning with pleasure as she eagerly takes his thick cock into her mouth. You grind your cock between her buttocks for a moment before reaching down and tugging the gusset of her panties to one side. You ease her cheeks apart and gaze down at her labia glistening with her juices and just above, the tight knot of her arsehole. You guide the straining head of your engorged cock to her slit and push inside her. You hear a muffled moan of pleasure as you slowly slide your entire length into the inviting warmth of her well lubricated pussy. Gripping her hips tightly, you begin to thrust into her, Bérénice letting out a little moan of delight each time your pelvis presses into the soft flesh of her buttocks. Kruger too grunts with pleasure as his hands guide her bobbing head. As your own excitement builds, you quicken your pace, slamming your cock into her as the sounds of your pleasure fill the room.
“You like that don’t you?” Kruger hisses at his mistress. “You like having both our cocks inside you at the same time.” She lets out a low moan of assent. “Yes, you might be born of French aristocracy, but deep down you are just a filthy whore.” Bérénice is clearly anything but offended, letting out a muffled groan of pleasure and begins to rotate her hips, grinding herself back against you. You slide your hand down between her legs, your fingers gliding through her soft pubic hair before finding her clitoris. She stiffens as you begin to gently caress the sensitive little nub, pulling her lips free of Kruger’s length just long enough to glance over her shoulder at you.
“Oui, oui!” She pants huskily, her hazel eyes filled with lust before turning back to Kruger and taking him back into her mouth, bobbing her head with renewed vigour. You grin, strumming her clit as you continue to thrust deeply inside her, your balls tightening as you feel the beginnings of your climax building. Bérénice is already there and she pulls Kruger’s cock from her mouth before letting out a long, low moan of ecstasy as her body trembles against you. You ram your cock deep inside her and hold it there, gently teasing her clit as her body jerks and quivers with each wave of pleasure. Her pussy convulses around your cock and you let out a grunt at the pleasurable sensation. As her climax subsides, a satisfied sigh escapes her lips and she eases off your cock. She turns her back to your both and saunters away from you, her hips swaying provocatively with each step. She reaches the couch and turns to face you, reaching behind her to unfasten the clasp of her bra. As she discards the lacy garment, your eyes drink in her firm tanned breasts, her nipples hard and proud. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slides them past her hips and thighs, the flimsy underwear floating down to her ankles where she kicks them dismissively away. She glances up at you both, her legs parted, completely naked apart from her high heels. Her eyes burn with passion and her lips pout.
“I want you in both inside me.” She announces, her sultry French accented voice thick with desire. “One in my puss
y and one in my arse. I don’t care which.”
Slide back into her pussy while Kruger takes her arse
Let Kruger take over while you enter her arse
You step eagerly forward and sit on the sofa, gesturing for Bérénice to join you. She smiles and sits astride you, reaching down and guiding your cock to her pussy. You groan in unison as you sink into her juicy slit. Kruger steps behind her and guides his saliva slick cock to her arse. You watch Bérénice’s face as he presses the tip to her sphincter. Her eyes widen and she grits her teeth as he forces the thick head past the tight ring of muscle. Her mouth drops open and she gasps as her arse finally yields and he begins to slide inside her. Her eyes close and you can feel Kruger slipping into her through the thin membrane between her pussy and arse. You both hold still for a moment as she grows accustomed to having both your cocks inside her. Her eyes open and meet your gaze, her lips curling into a smile.
“I feel so full!” She purrs. “Now fuck me. Both of you fuck me!” You both begin to slowly pump into her, one pushing in while the other withdraws. You watch Bérénice’s face as she closes her eyes and chews her lower lip as you both thrust into her. You pull her towards you and press your lips to hers, your tongue darting into her mouth. She responds with an almost feral passion, lust consuming her as her own tongue fences hungrily with yours. She pulls away, guiding your head to her breasts and crying out with delight as you take a nipple into your mouth, sucking on it as she runs her fingers through your hair. Encouraged by her shrill cries of pleasure, you both quicken your pace, driving into her tight holes with increasingly wild abandon. Your heart thumping with the excitement of participating in such a passionate threesome, you can feel the come boiling in your balls as your climax builds. Kruger too is evidently close as he leans forward, his lips at her ear.
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