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All in a Night’s Work.

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Som Tevy pushed the door open to the Fuasian Restaurant.  ‘Not keen on the

name, but it did get excellent reviews online and well it will make a nice

diversion while I wait for another Mission,’ the Trident agent said as she took

her seat noticing there was not much of a crowd, but it was a Tuesday night

she told herself.  

She elegantly walked over to the end of the Teppanyaki table where a chef, a

female chef, an unusual occurrence came over, smiled and bowed.  

‘I would like to start with some Yakimeshi, Hibachi vegetables and grilled scallops please,’ she smiled.

The chef bowed again and reached behind her for the ingredients, then the

show started, the cleaver and turner flew up and down in the air, magical

juggling act of danger, the food sizzling and turning with the practiced

hand of the chef, a show for the scents and eyes, each complimenting the

other.  Som watched her exaggerate the motions bringing her body into

play, he like that of a snake striking, recoiling and striking again, it was

fascinating to watch had she had almost all of Som’s attention, but not

quite, in a corner of her mind a thought was pushing forward, flashing

red, then it hit her, women.  That was enough, she raised her hand catching

the wrist of the chef as the cleaver was about to descend into her head!

All Som’s training kicked in at once.  She twisted the wrist over slamming into the hot girl, her mind so focused she never heard the scream of pain as the chef’s was pressed against the hot metal of the grill.  Som wrapped her right hand around the back of the woman’s head, seizing her ponytail , twisting it about her hand then driving her head straight into the upturned cleaver.  Unhooking her hand she picked up two knives on the prep table, one in each hand, pirouetted, and released each at precisely the right moment.

As the projectiles flew on their way, Som had time to sort the room out and her thoughts.

‘I should have seen it when I came in, all women in the place, not a single man.  This can only be Force,’ she explained to herself, her inner voice upset with her stupidity.  

Som never watched the knives find home, her mind was onto other things.  She did hear the thud of the dead chef, but before she a removed the two hairpins from her,  the weight of her lower body carrying her corpse to the floor and the scream of the two others as the large implements struck home, one directly into the throat and out the back of one Force agent, the tip of the blade imbedded in a wood pillar she’d been standing in front of.  Her body slumped limp, the blade cutting upward as she fell until it hit bone stopping her fall, a final coughing gurgles of blood and air escaping through the gasp resonating about the small place.  

The second was not as accurate.  ‘Perhaps she had quicker reactions than the other or my aim was off,’ Som told herself as the knife sliced into the shoulder of the other Force agent, the impact of the blow spinning her halfway around followed by a scream of pain.  But, by that time Som was on her way to finish the job.

Just as the Force female righted herself and turned about, Som was there.  One

of the hairpins was neatly tucked into the bun of her own hair.  The other she

drove into the ear of her foe using her left hand on the side of the woman’s

head to brace her for maximum impact.  As it struck there, Som mid scream

from the agent drove her head against the wall with such power that the hairpin

emerged from the other ear.

Som turned about scanning the room, she counted four more!  The Trident agent picked up a menu off the table and a bottle of Sriracha sauce walked forward using the mix of tables and eating bars to give her the best advantage of separating her assailants into one on one situations.  

The first round went to the mouse, if you could call Som that, as she cut out one Force agent who came at her with a knife, not in an overhead motion but in a slashing one.  She dodged the slashes, her hips turning and undulating as the knife whizzed through the air, the blade gleaming in the light. 

Som let the woman get closer then as the blade just passed her throat before embedding in the menu.

Som turned her wrists hard over, the knife easily being pried from her hands.  The Force agent spun around from the wrenching of her weapon and was quickly struck hard in the throat by the spine of the menu! Her hands instinctively reach about her neck giving Som the opening she knew would happen.  Her hands clamped around both sides of her assassin's head and turned it about.  Her face froze in a gasping for air shock panic with her eyes rolled up white. 

Som picked up the knife and the bottle and looked her eye just catching a foot before it slammed into her shoulder, the last second reaction saving a straight on blow to her head, as it was the force of the impact sent her rolling away.  Som turned a table over forcing her next attacker to side step the obstacle giving the spy the precious few seconds she needed to get to her wits and plan of attack together.  

The tip of the Sriracha bottle found the space between the woman’s knee cap

and flesh, the sharp point introducing 150 psi the the skin.  The Force agent's

knee collapsed under the pain and she fell beside Som who by this point had

unscrewed the bottle top, a stream of the sauce now filling the eyes of the

woman who screamed in agony before the knife blade rammed through the

side of her head.  Som came to her feet quickly, put the flat of one heel on the

dead woman’s head and pulled the knife out, the head bouncing back against

the floor with a dull thud.

The final two came at Som together!  Their long carving carving knives

clanking together against hers as Som ran defense by moving and

dodging, she knew it was only a matter of time before the odds turned

against her and her time was almost up.  She spun away, her hand

catching a corner of a table and tipping it over right in her pursuers path

who both stopped just short of tripping over it, their arms whirl winning

to keep their balance.  The Trident spy bent forward, her leg darting over

top to deliver the perfect Scorpion kick to one of the two, the tip of her

long stiletto heel sinking into first, the eye of the Force agent then back

into her brain.  Som held the pose for what seemed an eternity as the

agent’s body shook violently, her arms twitching widely at her sides like

an articulated scarecrow before they stopped and the weight of her dead

form seeking the floor pulled her off the heel.

Som’s leg came down and the other went up catching the final assassin under the chin, crashing her back against a slatted wooden screen,t shattering it to pieces as she sailed through it crashes hard on the other side

Som came round the debris, picking up two of the broken slats as she came.  As

the final Force agent tried to get to her feet the end of the slat greeting her

sternum driving her back to the floor where she was bombarded by a drum beat

of blows up and down her body from both pieces of wood.  

‘Now it's time for answers, Force bitch,’ Som purred with menace.  

One slat was placed against the front of her neck, the other the back.  The Trident spy hooked the back of her knees against the front board while her hands clasped the back, her legs bent so she could get up close to the woman.  Her legs and arms pushed together and turned the woman’s neck slightly to the right.  

‘How did you know I’d be here?’ she demanded.  Getting no answer she turned a little more, the wince of pain crossed the trapped Force agents.

‘Same question again,’ Som smiled, while the agent gasped.

‘Your smart enough, you should be able to figure that out.  If not, go to hell,’ came the pained but defiant response.  

‘Som pondered that for a second before turning more, right to the danger point as the female's body started to convulse.

‘Maybe I’m not as smart as you think, so enlighten me or we could be here a while,’ Som smiled in reply.

‘Fuck you!’

‘You know this means a bad review on Yelp,’ Som said, her turn this time deadly as a neck snap momentarily broke the silence of the still eatery.

The Trident spy relaxed the sticks falling next to the dead agent.  She walked over and the chaos of the fight scene to the exit pausing at the door.  

‘I came here on the recommendation of two fellow agents who said I would love it.  True I did enjoy myself, but I’m sure that’s not what they intended for me?’

She exited the Fuasian, turning the sign around to closed as went.

M.I.L.F. Vignette Adventures

M.I.L.F. Agent Ivy

A dripping Ivy easily allowed him to remove her suit before she kissed him,

smiled and moved down him body seizing his already engorged cock in

her mouth.  He was effortlessly brought to climax twice by her skill.  She

crawled up his heaving form and kissed him.  

‘Don’t tell me all my administrations knocked the stuffings from you Trident agent,’ she smiled.  I’d like to take all the credit, but my Sea Urchin Toxin lipstick has to take part of the credit.  Waterproof, with tiny sparkling granules that dissolve with our combined heat, a solvent that breaks up your sealer.  The orgasms aid in speeding the Urchin muscle relaxant into your system,’ Ivy smiled as she nipped his lips then pulled his engorged cock inside her.  ‘You’re wonderfully huge, but I fear I’ll have to do all the work,’ she smiled as her hips pumped and she kissed him.  ‘This is actually my favourite means of injection,’ she added as her lips danced on his and he climaxed again, this nude body thumping on the deck of the yacht.  Ivy languidly kissed him as he rested, he was still hard and willing inside her but they had time and she had needs, mission and otherwise.  She pulled up into a sitting position tilting her hips back and forth as she drove her button about his stem until a slow wonderful orgasm bubbled up from deep inside her, her hips thrusting madly as she worked it for all she could get but collapsing back on top of him and kissing.  Her body quivered from the aftershocks as she drained the last of her lipstick into him just as she enjoyed a small but intense second pleasuring.  

‘Now we come to business but I like to mix mine with pleasure agent,’ she

smiled, detaching her and walking over to her beach bag.  ‘We both need

protection from the sun,’ she smiled, pulling out a suntan lotion.  SPF

(Secret Proof Formulation) 30, a mid level Truth Serum meaning it will

take a will to work, but work it will and you will tell me all about Mission

Delta.  All I have to do is apply it to my body then press myself to yours

and let our combined body heat activate it,’ Ivy instructed.  ‘Of course,

I have an added inducement to get you to talk,’ she smiled, her body

twisting into his.  ‘My Pinay Python is just as effective on the water as

on land,’ she smiled. 

Ivy applied the last move, inserting him back into her with the final twist.

She held him firm, his body and his stem, her pussy stroking slowly as she

kissed him, her tongue coursing his ear and neck before she settled her

cheek to his and held letting her body and the lotion work on him.  The

silent drip of her lotion onto him was evident an hour later, a pool of

scented lotion surrounded them.  Ivy rolled him back and forth, coating

him in the serum as she clung.

‘Now, we’ll just let heat and time take their toll.  How would you like to

spend said time agent?  Me just holding you or me holding you while we

kiss?’ the M.I.L.F. agent smiled.  ‘I hoped that would be your choice.’

Ivy slowly pumped him in her tight embrace, he cumming frequently in joy,

but she also contracted using pain as an inducement to get the answers she

wanted.  Unable to escape her knot and unwilling to leave her paradise he

was easily picked apart for all the intel she could ever have wanted.  His

body spent and limp the M.I.L.F. spy stiffed the two, bowing their bodies

taut then with a gentle twist she relaxed and released him.

 ‘I have my own boat waiting in the cove.  That twist of mine will leave you incapable of moving for several hours, time enough for me to be gone and you to think about how you’ll explain this to your superiors,’ she smiled, kissed him goodbye then dove into the water.  

M.I.L.F. Agent Tiffany

Tiffany’s legs announced her arrival as she made her way down the stairs

into the lounge.  Eyes, experienced ones darted to stare at her, the more

experienced used their peripheral vision and the slightest of head turns

to track her.

The M.I.L.F. agent still had the legs along with all the other requisite parts to be a most effective agent.  She also had all the experience and that meant knowing that younger men often fancied a night's pleasure with an older woman, just so they could brag about to their friends.  The reality was always different from their telling.  Almost always it was the older and vastly much more experienced woman who “rode them hard and put them away wet.”  Tiffany was no stranger to that experience only in her line of work the male was usually put away dead!

All the eyes were flattering, but Tiffany was after only one set and luckily

they were amongst the ones watching her.  She made a special but not too

obvious effort to give him a good look at all her assets.  He seemed to like

what he saw slowly making his way over to the circle of men she had

collected.

It was clear both knew how to play the game.  Tiffany gave him a few

encouraging but presented as polite glances while he stayed focused on

her, his eyes scanning her toned figure.

Tiffany’s head tilted back her lips finding his in a hungry dance as her

hips surged back and forth her grip of his cock as she pulled in and out

incredible.  The M.I.L.F. agent quickly took the lead setting the stroke

rate as kissed him, his hands all over her firm breasts and pink nipples

that were hard with arousal.  She was close but he was much closer, his

hands slowed their caress of her, his breath became shallow and his lips

didn’t kiss back as aggressively.  Tiffany swayed her hips and sent him

into orbit, her hands reaching around his hips and pulling him into her as

she plied her hips about his body lost in a bucking and thrusting frenzy.

 

Her grip intensified as she dragged his stem increasing his pleasure as it

spilled into her lips, both sets active at draining and inducing more

pleasure.  A few final thrusts finished him as he pushed her forward onto

her forearms and pumped, his hands resuming a most pleasant caress, she

quickly succumbed and enjoyed a very delightful release, a low purring

growl escaping in breathy fragments until she finished and rocked them

back up to a sitting position where she released his steams, turned about,

her legs scissoring his form about the waist as she worked herself slowly

back into his mammoth and hard rod, pacing her encasement of his prong. 

They kissed while she tilted and wiggled her small hips coaxing him in

deeper with each passing minute until she had all of him secured and

throbbing once again.  

This time with even more control,her body against his and her lips

devouring his Tiffany was in full control.  Her hips tilted up and

back and around while her stomach muscles tightened to enhance

her caress of his cock.  Unable to keep up he ceded control to her. 

The M.I.L.F. took him to the edge then down again before

repeating the roller coaster several more times, each circuit taking

him ever nearer to the edge until finally she let him topple over.

He washed into her, full and forcefully,  Tiffany ground his stem

hard, pumping and milking him for all he had, his body bucking

widely as she worked to reduce him to a rag-doll in her arms.  Her

experience and techniques ensure he is reduced to a panting weak

puddle of mush in her arms and relaxed backward into the

mattress, the action doing just enough to trigger her orgasm, the fall

driving him in deeper as she intended Tiffany smiled at his state

between kisses then slowly rolled them over putting her on top.

‘Now I know you're spent for the moment, but being a young and virile

Trident agent I’m sure I won’t have too wait long, but you should,’

Tiffany explained between kisses.  ‘Oh and don’t do that, the

consequences are painful for even the slightest transgression,’ she added

as he tried to move.  ‘Besides, I have you neatly bundled in my Medusa

Knot that I applied as I rolled us over, you were too spent from pleasure

to notice the consuming of your body, but that was my plan all along,’

Tiffany smiled.  

‘Precisely sweetie, you win the prize.  I am a M.I.L.F. agent.’ she said,

responding to his astonishment.  ‘The Medusa keeps that wonderful

prong of yours rock hard inside me, but me, because of how I have

you positioned does not stimulate me.  Think of this as Tantric sex.  We

could be hours and hours like this, waiting for you to climax and for me

to tighten, during that time perhaps I could persuade you to talk about

certain things, say Operation Deadbolt.  Tell me what I want to know

and I’ll let you go, unharmed and we can both count this as a pleasant

diversion, that is option one.  Option two is to try and fight the delight of

release, because release will contract me about you.  Your first climax

may take a while, but I can assure you the second and the ones that follow

come faster each time and my body gets tighter and I can assure the pain

of The Medusa will loosen that tongue of yours.  Perhaps my tongue can

help,’ Tiffany explained as she kissed him, her tongue tracing about his his,

the steam from her touch wetting his as she slowly unsealed

them allowing hers to dart inside and roam about.

Tiffany felt his pulse quicken as his cock became active inside her, small

twitches, the throb of his head, the ever so slight push of his hips, her grip

on his stem unrelenting as she deepened her kissing.  She let him come up

for air after ten minutes, he lathered in sweat from trying to fight the desire

for release.  

‘My teasing kisses seem to have you focused, but that will not save you.  A

man is of two minds and I have one of those trapped in my succulent

embrace and the other hungering for another taste of my lips, shall we

continue.’

Tiffany’s only movement was her head turning about his lips, she lay

perfectly still letting nature take its course as she listened to his body

betray itself to her body.  She stopped kissing, pressed herself to him,

her cheek against his then let the warm caress of their joined bodies break

down his will.

‘You’re so wonderfully alive inside me, I love every twitch and pulse of

your stem, so delicious.  If we weren’t in this position, both physically and

of course on opposite sides, although even then I’d take him into my mouth,

slowly swirling it about, slow sucks, long languid pulls, small kiss stings to

your button before you erupt, a smile crosses my lips as I savour the double

pleasure of your discharge and my talent.  Feeling your body convulse and

thrust as I hold on driving you insane with joy until finally you settle and I

begin again,’ Tiffany whispered hotly into his ear.

‘Slow your breathing sweetie or you’ll cum,’ she purred.

The stillness of their bodies was eventually broken by a low moan and the

wave of the mattress, first in a constant rhythm, then long arching thrusts

bending Tiffany into the air and back down to the mattress, Tiffany

tightening his form as they moved.  In the silence at the end he was much

tighter.

‘Your second will come faster sweetie and based on my experience

deeper and much longer and of course you know what that means

for your comfort.’

Tiffany went back to kissing, convincing ones, her lips, honed by

decades of experience getting tidbits of information.  She knew her

body would get the rest after another orgasm, but she was in no hurry

to hasten it, he was still pleasant and responsive to her kisses.

‘I told you,’ she whispered, as he came again.  This time a long

violent eruption of pleasure turned into a maddening constriction, his

body wracked in torment by the M.I.L.F. agent, her soft form

unrelenting in the pressure on him.

‘You’ve done oh so well sweetie,’ Tiffany purred in delight.  ‘I can

assure you it will all be put to very good use by M.I.L.F.  as I’m sure

you’ll be by Trident.  This has all been so wonderful but I must off,’

she purred with a kiss to follow and a pinch to his neck that caused

him to lose consciousness.

Tiffany uncoiled her body, pulled free, took a shower, dressed, gave

him a tender kiss goodbye and left.

M.I.L.F. Agent Leslie

‘You don’t look very pleased to see me Agent Ross?  Don’t tell me you're

still holding a grudge over our last tryst?  M.I.L.F. agent Lesie smiled.  You

and I had a great time, that little incident of drugging you at the end, well

that was needed.  You were all wrong for that mission, a woman, me, proved

to be the better choice.  In fact if I hadn’t taken that action you most likely

would have been killed, so instead of being upset, you should be thanking me

and I can think of several uses for that tongue of yours besides standing there

berating me,’ she added stepping close to him.

‘That’s one very delightful use,’ Leslie purred after the kiss

My bracelets, I remember when you gave me this one and this one.  I’ve added beads to them from other missions, all with special memories as are the beads, special that is.  I came up with the idea, M.I.L.F. Labs made it work.  The beads don’t dissolve, too much set up I always found, besides I prefer close contact.  Instead as I hold my target letting my arms run about as they do during engagements, they wear down into micro particles that get under the skin inducing whatever toxin or poison I want, different bead colours, different results,’ she smiled adding another kiss to him.  You're experiencing my orange beads, a potent muscle relaxant perfect for the situation as is my means of death for you Agent Ross.  You were never able to resist my mouth for any period of time, a weakness that I intend to exploit with The Siamese Siphon.’

Leslie watched his eyes widen a small smile forming on her lips.  

‘I see you know it.  Five positions of Oral Pleasure, each within the

confines of a unique body knot, designed to do as much damage to

you as my mouth.  A painful and slow way to expire, but then, no

mercy for traitors.  I’m glad we made love beforehand, a naked body

is so much more fun to work with and, well, your pump is primed,’

Leslie explained in a cool calculated sexy voice.  ‘I know you love me

in one of your shirts so I’ll keep it on will I conclude my business and

you,’ she hummed in delight

‘Let’s begin,’ she smiled and pulled him up to a sitting position before placing her left leg between his then turning around him so she was at his back, her tight leg coming around and locking about his waist.  ‘Position one, The Caressing Lotus,’ she added before her head bobbed down into his lap and took his tool into her mouth.  Her arms wrapped about his neck and began a long intricate series of pushes with her nails to specific points, her fingers moving as if she was playing an instrument.  Leslie used little of her vast arsenal of styles to get him to cum.  He was hard in seconds, her silken strokes trembling him as his breath shortened.  His seed spilled into her, warm and savoury as always.  Leslie pulled more from him, her mouth a sultry and sexy weapon until he was finished, a wash of her tongue against his head and she positioned them into the second pose, her mouth detaching to torment him with her words.  

‘Position Two, The Wind Chime,’ Leslie said with a nip of his lips as she

69’d him. The soft pad of one foot slipped behind his head, the other

pushed up under his chin then she slowly raised her legs up at the knee

while she entangled his legs in her arms, pulling them up.  The M.I.L.F.

lowered her head and took him back in a groan from Agent Ross filling

the room.  He was soft and pliable but only for a very short time, soon he

was hard again and active in her ensnarement as she gingery rocked

forward and back mimicking the sway of a breeze his body helpless to

move.  As they moved Leslie stretched his neck back with small pushes of

her foot while her nails worked on his legs and feet.  The spy pulled up

holding his tip on her lips by the merest of touches while her tongue

rotated around his button, one way then the other, his body jerking in

delight, his gasps and moaning music to her ears.  It took a little longer

but he came, she drank him in as they rocked, his body twisting, his

cock driving deep into her mouth expelling his energy to the hungry

woman.  Leslie released him reluctantly, placing him stretched fully out

on his back.

‘Position Three sugar, The Concubines Hairpin.’  Leslie, on her stomach

and 69’d from him slithered up his body, her legs split apart on either side

of his torso.  She worked her feet under the back of his neck, her ankles

crossing so it rested in the space.  She hooked her arms around his hips

and arched him up, bending him into an ‘L” then resuming her suction,

her fingernails dancing about his spine in small pressure pricks.

Leslie knew the position was intensely painful for even the most flexible

male.  It was designed to be so and for a long time as they male had to

fight to have a third climax so quickly.  The mistake some females made

was hurrying them into it, Leslie was in no hurry as she swathed him,

her pace slow and hot as she rolled his cock about her mouth coaxing him

to hardness as she applied her knot.

‘I can kill you in this position Agent Ross, many women do, but we have

time and you need to pay for being such a bad boy,’ she explained then

took him again, the sensation finishing his erection. 

He thrust and thrust but nothing, the sensation driving him mad as was the

pain.  Compounded by Leslie always changing her caress technique to

keep him excited.  Her lips delivered stinging shivers, her tongue, slowly

slithering around his stem coiling itself about, the tip probing for every

sensitive point, finding and igniting it and finally her teeth, light runs and

tender nips got the reactions she wanted, his body bucking for release but

finding only torment in her mouth.  Unhurried, she adjusted his body a

little tighter and began slow long licks up and down his shaft, the tip of her

tongue dancing along leaving a trail of heat and sparks as he tried again to

cum.  She picked up a drop, savoured it and engulfed him, he climaxed just

as she took him all in.  His essence as sweet as ever as she lapped it up,

releasing his spent and now seriously exhausted and sore body.

Leslie gave him a small peck before enveloping his form in position four,

The Gentle Breeze.

‘Time to massage those sore muscles of your sugar, almost all the way, but

not quite, the final position still awaits us both.  For now you get a personal

and very intense full body rub down courtesy of my form.  I’ll get into every

curve and crannie of your scrumptious body, like I always do all while

sucking you.  The sensation of both is devilish.  Try and hang on for the final

position will you,’ Leslie hissed as she kissed him, 69’d his body as they lay

on their side, his head neatly pinned between her soft thighs as they began

again.

Leslie kneaded and danced about his captured form as she held his stem

working it back to full extension over time while her body reduced him

to mush.  Her body moved like a snake about his while her mouth held his

prong the sweetest, hottest and an embrace more lethal than any constrictors. 

His breath barely measurable at first began to pick up pace as her mouth

moved about, her tongue pinning his cock into positions that eroded his

tiredness, his hips soon pushing with her pulls.  He gritted his teeth, moans of

frustration filling the room as he tried to relieve the torment, the orgasm now

just about breaking the dam to escape.  The M.I.L.F. continued to work, her

body starting to lather from her exertions and she rubbed and massaged him

to complete limpness.  She concentrated on the massage, his cock was hard

and hers and he would come when he could or more correctly when she

commanded him to, at present Leslie was satisfied to keep him.

The spy stretched him in the knot, arching back to test his resistance, she

found none after a few hours, her mouth changed to a new caress and he

was soon on the edge.  A simple snap of their entwined forms shot

his cum into her.  She drank and sucked as he pumped and pumped her

mouth delivering crippling aftershocks that went on for several minutes.

‘You taste better every time baby, but this is the last time, position five,

The Crescent Moon.’

Leslie rolled him onto his stomach, stretching his arms above his head. 

The flats of her feet slipped under his chin from either side.  The spy

bent forward cupping her arms about his legs at the knees then fell on

her side bowing his body back upon itself drawing his stem into her

close to her mouth.  

‘Position four loosened you up for this, so you should bend further than

natural, but still not enough to make this knot tremendously uncomfortable

several reasons.  As I pull you back you’ll be slowly swallowed, that motion

and the bend make the likelihood for much swifter draining and of course

death, but then again that’s all dependant on my administrations of your

delightful stem,’ Leslie purred a sexy lethal tone in her voice promising a slow

trial.  

His body bent easily allowing her to hold the top of his button.  Her soft

touch sent a shiver through him while her neck turned side to side pulling

his cob about in a slow dance, the gentle sway igniting the pulse within,

Leslie feeling the slow beginning of a swell and firmness.  She let up just a

touch, her lips sticking about his stem before pulling free allowing her to

talk, the hot breath doing almost as good a job as her kiss did.

‘Your beginning to grow on me Agent Ross.  Soon you’ll be hard and

wonderful again, but don’t come too soon and spoil the party.  Your

treachery got several of my friends killed, good women and agents.’

Leslie put her lips back on his stem and pulled back this time her lips

surrounding his knob completely, the sensation accelerating his

hardening allowing her to move deeper down his shaft, her mouth

turning while the tip of her tongue explored about, its touch like

sharp pin pricks of pleasure causing his body to jerk about.  

He was halfway engulfed after an hour, his cock now fully extended

and throbbing, twitches moving it about her mouth like a nimble

dancer.  Leslie chased it about, tongue strikes flaring his desire for

release.  The M.I.L.F. rolled onto her back, her nude body showing a

new side, a toned sexy form trained thru years of yoga held him

suspended over her.  She tensed him down and took more of him in as

he moaned and gasped in pain and delight.  Small loving bites to his

stem spasmed him, she used the motion to pull him totally inside, the

flat of her tongue lapping his shaft as he began to convulse, she tasted

the first drop of

victory, a smile crossing her lips.

Agent Ross’s back was under severe stress but Leslie gave him more

as she tilted her head and pulled more driving what little shaft he hadn’t

surrendered inside her, the pain putting him into a jackhammer of up and

down motion, the M.I.L.F. agent letting his shaft run in and out against

her lips, tongue and teeth the trifecta of deadly pleasure as he soon came

furiously into her.  Leslie’s skill did just what she wanted, drawing a

sudden and insane thrust that snapped his back in a most satisfying crack

that filled the room, the noise followed by a thud as she discarded his limp

dead body.

‘He’s finished,’ she said into her phone.  ‘Just a clean up is required.  You’re

welcome Miss Baxter and thank you for the opportunity.  Yes, revenge was

sweet.’