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Agent G Fantasy (I wrote this for a slutty friend)Agent G moved down the hallway insistently, glancing behind her as her heelsclicked against the tile. She knew she was being followed. Her steps were short. The black, pinstripe pencil skirt restricted her gait as it fell below her knees. She wore her crimson tresses straight to her shoulders with short bangs peeking out from beneath her black beret. Her shades hid the greenish pools of her eyes, fear and excitement, brimming to her silken lashes. A smart woman of fashionable class, she wore a filmy, white blouse with a red lacy bra beneath a black jacket. Catching men off guard with purported distraction, this was her specialty for mission success. These men were after this distraction though. The microchip hidden in the clasp of the bra, the same clasp that had foiled many a lovers? access in the past. They knew it was somewhere on her person, to find it meant, taking her...any means necessary. G entered her office, closed the door behind her and drew the blinds quickly. She wanted to hide, yet she knew the confrontation ensures a chance to get the upper hand. Surveying her surroundings she whispers loudly "Agent Iron, are you there?" She cupped her hand at her right ear listening intently to the transceiver implanted there - all members of her elite society are so equipped. A flick of the earlobe, and it is switched off for - personal privacy as needed. Stating who you want to talk to connects one-to-one.There was no response. "Damn!" she thought, "the son of a bitch must've finallygot lucky!" The she spotted the bottle of Goldschlager "Ah, a quick shot will calmme down." she thought. She tipped the bottle back and had swallowed a shot before her tongue tasted the warm, sweet liqueur.Footsteps echoed down the hallway, a knock on the door...she swallowed again. "Who is it?", G asked."Deputy of Circuits, Special Interrogation Squad! Please open the door!"G played it cool and swung the door open, stepping aside as the two men enteredthe room. She closed the door behind her, and leaned against it to size-up her adversaries."I'm Deputy Johnson." He was around six feet tall, not stocky, but in shape. Short black hair and dark, staring eyes set above an emotionless square jaw. "This is Deputy Richards". Richards stood a bit shorter and stockier than Johnson, withbrown unkempt hair and glasses. He nodded to G."What do you want!" G insisted, although she probably well knew. "Word has it you've got a knack at getting a guy to spill his guts. I?m not much of a talker" Johnson answered.G strode to her desk, feeling the men?s eyes on her slender figure. Johnson lit a cigarette and blew the smoke toward her. "Arrogant Fuck!" she thought and said "I would prefer it if you wouldn't smoke in here Deputy Johnson". "As you wish" he replied and he stubbed it out on the sole of his Doc Martens, thenflicked it in the trashcan. "I'll get straight to it", he said. G was getting hot with anticipation of where this couldlead, the men so wrong, so exciting! She was not going to reveal anything if she could help it though. Johnson removed his leather bomber jacket. He wore a black pocket tee, tucked into grey, pleatfront pants. He reached for her wrists, holding her to the desk, straddling her legs closely. She couldn't have shot a knee to the groin if she had wanted to, her skirt was tight around her legs. The constriction made her pulse race. Johnson leaned forward and pressed his crotch against G. He was hard, and had halkalı escort some girth. He started biting her neck, and worked to kisses down her cleavage. He took both of her hands behind her back with his left hand and with hisright unbuttoned her blouse. Her pale, white skin in stark contrast to the red lace excited him more. His hard-on was getting into a rhythm on her pubic bone through their clothing. G's breathing intensified and she began to feel the wetness between her legs. His mouth found it's way into her bra as Johnson sucked and lightly bit her nipple. His free hand found the other and he groped insistently at her breast. Richards, knowing there wasn't room for him, leaned on the other end of the desk. He chewed on some Skittles from a dish on the desk and seemed indifferent to theinterrogational exchange at hand. Agent G was torn between stopping and risking losing the mission, or going farther for what she ultimately craved. She knew men and could play their controlover her, to she over them. Her resistence was feigned as she played intohis hand. Johnson reached down, but the hemline was too low and tight to pull up. "Richards.Hold her wrists." Richards held G's wrists and Johnson reached down and tore a slitin her skirt up to her black lace garter belt. Her black stocking tops gave way to snow white inner thighs, leading to a red, lace thong with a little white bow at top. G knew what she was doing! "Mmm Hmm, nice. Bet you have quite the lingerie budget!" Johnson said as he bent down and forced his shoulders between her knees. G relaxed and layed back, the thong stretched through her steaming sex. "Ok G, it's cool", she thought. "Just keep an eye open to him." She was in control, but kept it from him. Besides, she was enjoying this! The strong hands pulling her knees apart, then sliding back up the outside of her thighs. The square, smooth jaw inside her thighs as Johnson worked his way forward.Johnson pulled G's thong down at the waist, enough to loosen it. He pulled it to the side with his teeth, and moved his mouth close. His hot breath was making G shiver with anticipation, but he kept his distance. He brought his mouth up to the neatly shaven patch of hair above her pubis. Johnson seemed to revel in the scene as well as the scent. His actions were comparable to a carnivore taking in the scents of a fresh kill before devouring it's prey. ?Get to it!? G stifled a whine. She was aching to be touched.He pulled lightly at her short, neat bush, then worked his mouth to her pussy. G fell open at the touch of his tongue, and her thighs relaxed instinctively. "I'm in control," she thought "I'll take a quick orgasm, and catch him off guard."Johnson worked his tongue on her lips, sucking and licking them as her excitement rose. He knew how to work her though and her climax was going to have to wait. He would lick and stick his tongue inside her wetness, brush her clit with his nose, then pull back altogether, only to start again. She was at the brink and back to panting for what seemed like an eternity, when Johnson stopped and stood up."Fuck!" G gasped through clenched teeth. She let out a strong breath. "Now relax, we're just getting started." Johnson said as he unbuckled his belt and took his pants down. His hard cock outlined in his black boxerbriefs. Johnson moved over to the side of the desk and reached behind G's head to pull her to him. He pushed his clothed olgun escort cock to her face and rubbed it across her lips. He was getting harder and started to peek over the top of his shorts. He pulled his cock out, the waistband pushing his balls up and outward and started forcing the head in G's mouth. She gave in easily, and started sucking his length in. She loved having her mouth filled. Johnson had G's head in one hand, and had two fingers stuffed inside her with the other. His hand pumped her pussy furiously and his thumb occasionally rubbed her clit. Another finger, wet from her pussy, teased and fucked her asshole repeatedly. He fucked her face a bit, then as she moaned and groaned toward a good cum, he pulled back and teased her some more, starting again seconds later. He pulled his cock from her mouth after a while, and licked the fingers that were working her snatch. G let out a deep sigh and looked up. "Are you going to let me cum sometime here?!" she exclaimed through red lips. "You wanna cum? Huh? I'll take care of that on the way to mine! I don't wanna hear you bitch though." He took his tie off , wadded it up and stuffed it in Gs' mouth. Then he jammed his thick rod up to her pussylips, which gave way easily and he slid his length inside. He started fucking her with deep strokes, pulling back so just the head was inside her, then pushing in until his balls swung against her smooth, alabaster ass. G was starting to groan around the restriction in her mouth, as the strokes took speed. Johnson pulled her legs up across her chest with her heels aside his head. He was even with the desk edge and started ramming his thick cock in her and groaning as he did so. She started to shriek as best she could around the gag, and took large breaths through her nose. This went on for some time then she felt it...she was going to cum! Johnson's thrusts were hitting home and rocking her pussy to orgasm! Her low groans getting stronger, the tie was wet and she was able to spit it out. "Ohhh Unnnng...Fuck!" she cried. "I'm cumming!"?Good girl!? Johnson said as he pulled his cock out of G causing her to gasp quickly. In one move, he spun her around, bending her across the desk, her ass even with one side, her head at the other. His cock was wet from her orgasm, and he started to ease it against her tight asshole. G was heated, and relaxed, and had no problem letting his large head penetrate her. She wanted it, and tried to lean into him. Johnson pulled back, with just the head inside her. "Easy G...I'm enjoying this Interrogation! he growled."The leggy, fickle blonde wrapped her legs tightly around Agent Iron's back as he thrust into her deeply. She groaned to orgasm on his hard cock and he came shortlyafter, kissing her neck and moaning into her ear; "Oh, Olivia!" He stayed inside her for a short time, then pulled out and lay next to her. She rolled over, and put her head on his chest facing him. "It's Ophelia shithead!" she laughed in his face. "Well, I was a little tipsy...I got the "O" right though" Iron retorted."Ya sure did sweetie" she purred, kissed his chest, rolled out of bed and padded off to the bathroom. "Hmmm...nice legs, great ass, kinda fun" he thought "think I'll hang with this one for a while." He pulled off the condom and gave it last rites in the trash. Iron got out of bed and walked to the window. He climbed out şişli escort on to the fire escape. He pissed into the courtyard below, aiming for Mrs. Evans' hibiscus. It was a clear night and the air was relaxing, he finished, gave it a shake, shivered and sat down on the chaise. A flick of the earlobe and "Yeah, that ass is good!" It was a man's voice. "Okay G, you left this on for a reason, or he's been playing with your ear!" Iron said softly."I'm restrained face-down, and that's the best you can fuck my ass, Johnson?!" G sneered through gritted teeth.Agent Iron climbed back inside his apartment and started to get dressed. He kissed Ophelia and gave her ass a playful squeeze. "Let yourself out, I dunno when I'll be back." He stepped outside where he wouldn't be heard. "Agent G, I know you can take care of yourself, but I'll be outside the office door in fifteen. You know...in case you need me." "Good...good....mmm hmm..." G answered.Agent G was now being fed a semi-hard cock from Richards. He was still holding her wrists, her head at the edge of the desk as he fucked her mouth. She suckedthe head as he stroked the shaft in and out of her mouth, while he moaned. The sensation of being filled at both ends had her body aching with pleasure. Richards had had a few drinks earlier and wasn't going to last long. "Oh...Oh...Oh!" he shot his sticky load in her mouth and on her chin. She let it drool out onto thelinoleum as he shook the last drops on her face, zipped up, and fell back passing outin the chair behind him. "Good" G thought, "and I hope he slips in it when he gets up!" She had both hands free now and gripped the edge of the desk as Johnson continued pleasuring himself in her ass. He slowed his pace and looked around, in control of her as he searched her desktop with his eyes. A photograph of an older man faced Johnson. He scowled and turned it face down on the desk. The writing on the back caught his eye. He read it as he slowed his thrusts. "Happy Birthday Princess; Love, Daddy!" was the cursive. Johnson pulled his cock from her ass, and spat on her anal pucker. He shoved his cock back inside and started thrusting deeply. "Daddy's little Princess likes getting fucked in the ass, huh!?! Johnson sneered as he jammed his cock repeatedly to his balls. "Asshole!" G thought, yet was moaning with each thrust, and groaned with her own pleasure. She arched her ass up to meet each stroke, then pushed back with her arms on the desk.Pushing against Johnson, she was able to throw him off balance. He backed away and ended up on the floor with G still impaled on his cock! She righted her legs to either side and drove his hard length into her ass as she bobbed up and down. She came hard and dropped to her knees, slowing her thrusts. G slid Johnson?s still hard cock from her pussy, her juices coating the shaft.She stood up and pulled her skirt down. "Damn, I just bought this skirt!" she whined. Johnson lay on the floor, his hard cock craving to be finished off. "What about me? I want to cum too!" he cried. "Although the Princess enjoyed herself, THIS is from the QUEEN!" And G swungher leg forward, the pointed toe of the red, patent pump catching him square in his balls!Agent Iron leaned against the wall in the hallway as Agent G walked out the door."I knew you'd be fine, G." "Yeah, I protected the secret. And took a little something for myself in the process!"she replied. G straightened her skirt and buttoned her blouse and smiled at Iron. He reached and wiped a drip of cum from her chin. She looked up and did the same for him. "A squirter huh?" she asked. Iron smirked; "yeah, cute too!"Good for you", G quietly replied with a smile. She put her arm around him, leaned her head into his side, and they walked down the hallway."I love this job!" she said..."but I don't envy the cleaning crew!"The Agents laughed and headed off to Harry's all-nighter for breakfast.