Older and Deadlier 2

These two stories came about because of a request

From a comment left about an earlier story called

Older and Deadlier.  The commenter wanted to read 

More older females eliminating younger agents.

I hope this works was what you were looking for.

Cheers,  Steve

There comes a time in any career where it's time to move on or be moved on.  I was at neither of those crossroads which was surprising given my career and my age, a spy/assassin and 64, in that order.  The surprises did not end there.  It would seem younger male agents regarded me with, what would be a polite way to say it, a youthful desire.  Perhaps it was that I could still wear and use a bikini to its full effect or that I represented some kind of notch they could make in their inventory of female conquests.  It didn’t matter to me, still being desirable was reward enough, well almost enough, the completed mission and their surprise that I was something more than a dalliance, a tick in a box, was almost as good as any orgasm, I said, almost.  Youthful vigour is always appreciated.

Trident gave me the assignment,a resort in Bali, all sand, clear water, pools, hard young bodies and some not so hard ones.  Fortunately my target fell into the former category as did I.  Most times in my experience it's not the body, although that is a big plus, but in a sea of bikini’s, it's the bikini itself that can get you noticed.  Just that little difference in colour or cut can be the edge you need to turn a passing glance into a following stare, well that and the confidence to make the bikini do its job.  That little wiggle, the way you walk, turn on your heel, even how you fold yourself into a lounge will get you that extra look, fortunately I've had decades to perfect my seduction, so it's second nature and well men are men and experienced women know what works.

My name is Intan, that’s all you need to know if you know what’s good for you.  He was a Force agent named Ridge.  His last name was not important, it never is.  There he was by the pool, I could see a bevy of female sharks circling him already and you didn’t need a second look to understand why, all slim toned and shaped muscles and the one between his legs of his trunks was just as impressive.  I walked around the pool the long way, my usual bikini, a sequinned affair sparked in the light it reflected,with precise movement I could aim those sparks so they caught his eye.  I paid him no attention, I didn’t need to. I knew what he was looking at.  Coming it was the snap of my toned thighs, the firmness of my pert breasts, the smooth muscled stomach and just the little dance in my walk.  Walking past him the line of my long legs, the sway of my small ass then my shoulders and arms.  Some of the sharks left seeking new hunting grounds, a few stayed, but when I lay down in the lounger they too departed leaving the apex predator alone.  In my experience all I had to do was wait.

I felt the shadow move past me and take the lounger next to me, the shadow stayed on me meaning he hadn’t reclined but was upright looking at me.  I opened my eyes with a smile,adjusted myself just a touch so he looked then opened then catching him in the act.

‘I don’t blame you, it is unusual,’ I smiled.  Then I added my name to ease his anxiety at being found out. My hand extended in a manner that said I wanted to be pulled up level with him.

‘Ridge Fontaine, and yes that bikini is unique,’ he said.

I could hear the confidence in his voice.  He knew exactly where he wanted this to end, which was fine by me, as that was my goal too, but my end was vastly different from his.  I poured us each a glass of ice water, clinked his glass and took a sip, his eyes looking over the rim at me.

‘Are you here on vacation?’ he asked setting the glass down next to mine, another sign I had learned over the years meant he was interested.

‘I suppose in a way.  I’m retired so everyday is a vacation and you?’

‘Still working, this is a stress break.’

‘Don’t tell me, let me guess, banking, oh not the mundane banking, high finance international banking,’ said leaning forward indicating I was now warming up to him.

‘How did you know?’ he smiled.

‘Takes one to know one.  I used to work for the Bank of Indonesia, VP of Foreign Investment and  Holdings.  Funny I’ve been all around the world but I take a vacation, if you will,’ I smiled at him.  ‘In my own country.  I feel I may have lost my sense of adventure in my older years,’ I said, seeing if he would take the bait.

‘I hope I, one make it that far, and two, if I can be forward, look as good as you do.’

‘You are a charmer, but I’ll take it.  But no more or you’ll make me blush.  Speaking of that, could you put some santan oil on my back,’ I asked, pulling the line a little to sink the hook in deeper.

I turned my back to him, undid my top,cupped my hands about my breasts to hold the top and felt his firm confident hands work in the lotion all the way up over my shoulders then all the way down to the edge of my bottom and that was important, it showed an advancement on his part.  Now he was waiting to see if I would reciprocate in some way or ways.  My ass tilted just a touch, a small roll, barely registering but I felt it in his fingers, it did.

‘There all done,’ he said.  ‘Unless there are other parts that need attention, that sun is very hard.’

I did my top back up and swung back around.  ‘I can take care of the rest,’ I smile, picking up the bottle and spreading the white cream on my inner thighs with a quick squirt.  Slow long runs follow up and down,my hands swaying about to cover my calves, my motion more mesmerising than any swaying cobra could be.  ‘How about Ridge?  There must be parts of you that are sensitive to the sun.’  I add the last three words with the faintest of pauses and a smile.

I’ve learned to not wait for an answer, waiting gets awkward and usually leads to a no.  The bottle is open,in my hands,small dabs of liquid on them, my hands on his flat lightly rippled stomach before he can say anything.  My eyes are on his as my hands work, they don’t need eyes to see where they are going or where he wants them to go, more importantly.

My hands can feel the heat rising between us.  Soon I’m at his shoulders, pulling him slightly forward to me then sweeping all the way down to his trunks, part of my thumb going just below the top, I see his package make a slight twitch.  When he comes up. My face is closer to his.  I wait just that unsure second before my lips light kiss him,a slight pull of my lips at the end to see if his lips follow, they do.  A few soft kisses,nothing long, but pleasant and arousing follow.  Silently I slip my hand into his, get up with him in toe and take him outside the pool area, down a path to my cabana.

Inside my door a few steps into my living room I turn and take him into my arms, there is still space between us, my arms draped loosely, my wrists resting about his neck, one nail playing circles on his skin.  These kisses swell his suit.  I give him one more before slipping down his front. 

‘You get any harder I’ll have to cut you out of these,’ I tease.

My hands thumbs hooking into his trunks and removing them as I bend down.  He’s at full attention as my face slides down my mouth catching him to a sudden jerk of his body as the bathsuit slides to the floor.

My experience makes short work of him.  To his delight I do not pull away as he climaxes.  I draw his seed from him with long turning pulls, my tongue, prolonging the joy as he thrusts into me.  He finishes, I slowly kiss up his stomach and into his arms, this time tightly against him.  He is breathing hard and needs to recover, so my lips engage his as we kiss my body turning and squirming in his arms. 

‘Take your time Ridge,’ I whisper in his ear before my tongue replaces my voice.  I sweep myself around his back and press to him. My hot breath on his neck,my lips kissing my hands securing his cock.  ‘Your so hard and huge,’ I pant as I pull back and forth.  For a moment he tries to refuse, I know he wants in, truthfully I do too, but no need to rush things.  He soon surrenders to my caress as my tongue works causing him to squirm in my arms.

‘OOH, OHH, you’re a vixen,’ Ridge gasps before I turn his head to mine and work my tongue in.

‘UUHHHH!’ he moans into my mouth as he snaps forward and back against me, his second orgasm even longer than his first.

‘I want you,all of you!’ he manages to gasp after he’s finished.

‘I come back in front with a smile on my face.  ‘All of me Ridge, be careful what you ask for, all of me is very dangerous, even deadly,’ I purred, applying a kiss to his lips while I twist my legs about him, turn my slim hips and we fall to the soft carpet.

‘What the, who are you?’ Ridge stammers.

‘I told you sugar, my name is Intan, but to fill in another line on my CV, I’m a Trident agent.’

I gathered up his arms in mine, entwining them together then placing them behind his head putting my face close to his.

‘UGGH, MMMPH,’ You drugged me,’ he said as his body weakly stretched and snapped trying to escape my knot.

‘Of course I did sugar.  Bonus kisses will be awarded for guessing the method.’

‘Your lipstick,’ Intan shook her head.  ‘The suntan lotion.’

‘Normally an excellent guess, but not this time,’ she smiled.  ‘I think I’d better tell you while you're still able to comprehend. ‘My bikini, part of it anyway.  The centipede sequins are coated in not surprisingly, centipede venom.  My body pressed against yours delivered is relaxing toxin partially.  Now my knot, The Indonesian Pressed Flower will deliver what remains,’ I purred, as my body begins to tighten around his.  ‘Oh, you may experience discomfort.’

‘You vixen,’ he manages.

‘Such a compliment deserves a reward,’ I smile and kiss him.  ‘Don’t fight pleasure my young trapped spy.  Take it where you can get it and you know my lips are wonderful.  There that was wonderful given your circumstances and you know practice makes perfect, how about another, but first I must warn you not to move so much, my knot tightens with motion, yours, so stay still if you can.’

‘You witch!’ he yells.

‘Please be professional.  You should have been aware that any female could be an enemy agent or maybe you thought this old woman was nothing more than a pleasant way to spend the afternoon.  Speaking for me I agree, you might have a different opinion, especially given your present circumstances.  Now let's see if you can improve on that kiss and I can get you to move or has my bikini done its job, we are very tight together, but I think a part of you wants to be even tighter,’ I purr, delivering a kiss as I shift my hips, one hand reaching behind to pull string on my top then sliding down across his hard body to release my bottom string.

‘These have done their job,’ I smile, pulling them free and holding them up.  ‘Double duty, attracting you then drugging you all in one tiny neat seductive package.  What more could a female spy ask for.’

I toss them away, then slip my arm back into the knot,his limb heavy from the venom.

‘Besides I’m much deadlier naked and then there’s this.’

My paradise catches his button, a small rotation of my hips seals it in place, an exhale of pleasure filling his ear with my warm breath.

‘Ooohh,’ he moans in a frustrated voice with just a wisp of pleasure and more than a swell from his cock as it tries to push deeper.

‘Patience young man,’ I whisper as he grunts, knowing it will only frustrate him more.  ‘You’ll be encased soon enough then there’s the choice of pleasure or resistance.  Pleasure brings orgasmic release but also me tightening you.  Refusal and I don’t know why I’m explaining this, because no man ever has, gives you a chance to escape, maybe.  Just remember too much of a good thing, in this case me, is deadly.’

We lay on the floor, both of us stretched out, the long line of our bodies swaying back and forth like a one sinuous snake.  The reality however, was that I was the snake and he was my coiled prey.  I pushed his prong in a little more,my warm gripping embrace capturing more of him.

‘Fuuuck!’ his voice trailed in pleasure.

‘Your very sensitive Ridge.  A slow intake is so much more conducive to motion from the male than a fast impaling,; my voice the sweetest tone of poison.  I find his lips again, this time there is no refusal of either my lips or my tongue.

‘Your so hard and ready Ridge, should I tip you over the edge or let you do it and fall further into my trap.  Did you think I was going to be a grateful old woman for you taking me to bed?  Well I may still be grateful, but that depends on your little man, speaking of that,’ I coo between kisses then pull him in more.  ‘Oh, yes I’ll be thankful,’ my voice quavers.

‘I’ll get free!, his voice strained as he tried to fight the growing pulse of his stem inside me.

‘Promises, promises, but there is always a first for everything, but time is running out, you’re getting tighter and tighter inside me, both places,’ I tease with another kiss and the push of my hips.

He made a sound like air escaping a leak then he gritted his teeth as I took him all the way in and clenched my walls around his cock. ‘Feel that Ridge.  My inner walls rippling  along your shaft like a thousand tiny fingers, milking, stroking, assessing.  So hang baby, don’t give in to me, no let me extract it from you.  It will bring us closer together,’ I say in a delighted voice.

I moved.  Not the crude bounce of a younger woman, but a rolling, circular undulation that kept every inch of me pressed to every inch of him.  My stomach tightened and released, tightened and released. Each movement sent a fresh wave of pleasure crawling up his spine as I watched him try and think of anything else except what his body was screaming at him.  I kissed lightly, just brushes, but well placed experienced strokes that all men love then it happened.

‘Like a bee gathering nectar.  A pleasant touch of my hips and I’m rewarded,’ I say in a slow sexy voice while my walls slide up and down, clenching him a soft pulling embrace as he flows into me and I constrict.

‘Uggh!’ he repeats over and over again as my stroke sways.

‘Such a wonderful flower to give me so much nectar.  I wonder if there’s more, only one way to find out.’

I change my hip rotation to counter clockwise, taking his full thick serpent to the very edge of my labia where I contract about his button then consume him in a slow grind.  Soft nuzzles to his chest and neck, the wet of the tip of my hot tongue searing his neck and ears.

‘You’re ready to go again, that’s part of the reason I prefer young agents like you Ridge,’ I soothe into his ear.  ‘The other is the art of seducing them.  A bikini on a woman my age gets and piques your interest among another part,’ I explain with a velvety sound.

‘I…I…I..ahhhh,’ he started to say before the orgasm crushed his thinking functions and I crushed his body.  Every part of me was taut around him, my sinuous form snaking inward as his breath became very shallow.  I kissed him softly, changing my stroke,my walls gripping him to keep him hard.

‘Sorry Ridge, I missed what you were going to say?’

I kissed him slowly as my walls clamped and released,my hips tilting up to apply pleasing pressure along his shaft until he came back to full erectness.

‘Yes, there you are.  I knew you wouldn’t disappoint.  We’ll slow down, no sense rushing to the end.’

‘You devious bitch.  I was only doing you a favour, there was no attraction,’ he manages to grunt.

‘Really baby, is that why you walked over to me.  An older woman in a bikini, spread lotion on me, got a semi by the pool.  Got a hard cock when we kissed, orgasmed three times inside me and got worked back to a hard cock again.  Not to mention accepting my kisses, tongue, nuzzling.  Force didn’t teach you to lie very well, and now, well, schools out.  You would do better just to say you found me attractive in that way I might be more inclined to deal with you pleasantly.  Lucky for you I love it when younger males lie because they got trapped by an older and deadlier woman.  That and the fact you’re about to come again,’ I said with a very slight turn of my hips.

He gasped, his body spasmed.  He started saying.  ‘YOU ARE,’ he screamed, but never managed anything else.

‘Yes I am,’ I answered as I released his dead form.  I picked up my bikini, slipped it on,and checked the time.  ‘Just enough light left to finish my tan.’

‘Hello Lex,’ M.I.L.F..agent Carole said, stepping into the doorway to her bedroom.  ‘I put the things you forgot the last time you were here, except for this shirt I just finished ironing,’ she explained.

‘You can keep it, it looks better on you than me.  Do you always iron in heels?’ he smiled.

‘It's a quirk of mine.  Besides since I knew you were coming over and how much you like my classic pink pumps,  Tell me honestly, do you prefer in heels or not,’ Carole asked slipping out of them.  Before or after Lex?’

‘You have the kind of legs that look great both ways,’ he answered, his words a little warmer.

Carole smiled at the answer then slipped back into her heels.  She noticed a small twitch in his loose khaki shorts.

‘I think you prefer me this way and if it means I can induce you to stay longer, I can keep them on.  Besides it evens out our height,’ she added walking towards him, her heels tapping out a steady rhythm as she advanced, her thigh muscles swaying like a cobra’s body, firm breasts somehow frozen in place.

‘Or maybe this can,’ she said softly as one found the back of his neck and into his hair in a tender embrace, the other arms snake under his arm then up between his shoulder blades.  Her lips found his for a soft exploring kiss.  ‘What do you say now?’

‘I have business to attend to.  I need to pack,’ he said.

‘Don’t be so hasty, that was just a sampler, you know me, that was just a tease, a pleasant one, speaking for myself, but I’ve got more in my arsenal as you know.  Besides, if you have to pack you’ll be wanting this shirt back.  I’ll even iron it again after,’ Carole mused, pulling him in for another kiss.  ‘Lift off,’ she purred in his ear as one arm had slid down, he hadn’t noticed, cupping between his legs in a soft squeezing knead.

Before he could answer her hand untied the string and pulled down his shorts.  ‘Mmmm, commando.  I like a man who comes prepared, speaking of that.’

Carole lips closed around his tip and pulled him in,her eyes watching his head fall back, his eyes roll up.

‘Oh, sorry I forgot, don’t you have to pack,’ she smiled, pulling off him.

‘I can catch a later flight he gasped,’ his hands fondling her hair then gently pulling her forward.

‘There’s no one like you,’ he moaned as she worked him slowly to the edge, held him there while his hands tightened in her hair then let him slide free of her mouth and crash to the floor.  She smiled and straddled him pinning his erect cock tight to his thigh.

‘You never could last long in my mouth Lex,’ Carole coo’d as she nipped his lips.

‘What did you do to me, you..’

‘Now, now, no sore grapes sugar and certainly no bad words,’ she smiled after stopping his question with another kiss.

‘How about we play kiss and tell,’ Carole said as she unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off.  ‘No need for a shirt any more, although it did fit me perfectly don’t you think.  Maybe I’ll keep it for future missions, it seems to be the one piece of can’t miss seduction apparel in a female spy’s wardrobe.  I suppose we have Nancy Kovack to thank for that.  It’s cute your prong is still throbbing, but how about a guess and since I’m feeling in a generous mood, here’s a kiss for free.’

‘Your lipstick,’ he struggled to say.

‘Normally a winning guess, but not this time, I’m au natural in more ways than one,’ she smiled.  ‘Another guess baby.’

‘You were always good with your nails,’ he managed as more lethargy crept into him.

‘Thank you for the compliment.  I think that deserves a kiss even though it's a wrong guess,’ Carole smiled, admiring her nails then kissed him, her tongue swirling along his lips then opening his mouth.

‘Mmm, one thing is for sure, your mouth isn’t paralysed, you're still a great kisser,’ she purred and went back for a second kiss.

‘One more chance Lex or has the cat got your tongue.  Yes it has.  In that case I’ll kiss and tell.  It was my hair. A special hair spray. It thinly coats it in a potent muscle relaxant,transferring through the skin.  I knew the shirt would get me close, my lips would convince you and my mouth would draw your hands to my hair.  All men do it, even trained young spies such as yourself, that’s where an older woman, a M.I.L.F. agent comes in. Seems Miss Baxter knows all about your, lets call them side deals, not allowed sugar.  She also knew you and I have had dealings in the past.  So I was shocked to find out I wasn’t the only older woman you’ve had vertical, horizontal and some other angles I don’t have words for, math was never my strong suit, liaisons with.  You have a pattern for older women, Claire asked M.I.L.F. and they asked me to exploit that weakness and well here we are, you are trapped by an older experienced female.’

Carole gave him a small kiss then raised herself off his limo form and disappeared into the bedroom for a few minutes, her arms hiding something behind her back.  She rolled Lex over on his stomach,seized his arms in hers pulling him upright to his knees.  Lex, even in his relaxed state could feel something smooth and silky binding his wrists and ankles along with a most intoxicating smell, Carole’s perfume, the one he loved.  She was back in front of him on her knees,her arms about his neck, his engorged prong dancing close to her wet paradise.

‘I can see it in your eyes and on your face you recognize my perfume.  It's not on me though it's in the mean of your death Lex.  A pair of my pantyhose are tied around your wrists and ankles, I sprayed them with my perfume, an added bonus and something to remind you it was me who did this.  This was an ancient Indian technique, they used a rope soaked in water and as it dried it contracted pulling the victim back over themselves snapping their spin.  It could take days to work and well I don’t have that time to spare, I’m a busy agent.  So I modified their system.  My hose, I used black I know me in them drives you wild, so another thing to think about sugar,’ Carole smiled then pushed his head just inside her to a gasp from him.

‘That’s my boy, always up for a challenge, which in this case may not be a good thing.  As I said I modified my hose.  Knots every so often down the length of my stocking from your wrist to just before your ankles, although I doubt we’ll get that far.  Everytime you orgasm your motion will pull one knot through and arch your over a little more.  Too many climaxes and well, you’ll snap and as you know I'm very good at making you orgasm if our past is anything to go by.  Remember how much you loved to watch me do my yoga, now you get to participate, but just this one time.

‘Yoooou bit…’ he slurred his words

‘Begin, ok.  I love your enthusiasm,’ Carole smiled as he pushed herself fully around him and began slow gentle swirls, like a small boat rocking in an eddy.

‘How’s that feel Lex,’ she purred in his ear before a wet tongue pushed the words in deeper.

The hot wet tongue, the hypnotic sway mixed with her kisses and soft seductive voice climaxed him quickly,  His body jerking into her as she purred.

‘Still the same.  I love you young enthusiasm, as she panted then rolled into her own climax, the band slipping over another knot.  ‘I forgot to mention the orgasms work both ways.  You may not be able to go forever but remember I can be quite insatiable.’

Swirls blended into her hips moving up and down in slow long pulls, his wet shaft drawn in and out to soft gushing sounds and she dragged his engorged thick stem along her clenching, gripping, caressing walls, milking him to another.

‘AAAHHHH, MMMMM!’ he gasped.  His grunts filled her ears as his hips reflectively drove pleasure into her.  

Carole tightened her arms around his neck, pressed her breasts into his chest, her hard pink nipples pin pricking him as she surged her hips to pleasure.  

‘OOhhh!  You’re exquisite Lex, give me more,’she screamed as her body shook in joy so much the knot slipped twice.  Carole had to arched herself over him at this point, her hands on the floor, her hims in the air and she drove him deep into her, filing her completely.

The new angle allowed her to enlarge her rotation,gripping him in her velvety steel embrace, her walls clinching and sliding against every part of his manhood, a tactic attack he had no defense for.  Carole’s tongue and lips seething with heat and venom delivered the second front.  Stars exploded behind his eyes, his screams and muffled sounds of pleasure at release lost in her kiss.

His joy was soon replaced by pain as the knot slipped again then again as Carole climaxed a huge moan of pleasure filling her as her vision narrowed to a single point then slowly her focus came back and her motion around his trapped appendage.  She had to arch over him more, her body never pressing down on him to push him back further, she didn’t need to, she was close again but could feel him flagging.  The M.I.L.F. spy pulled up almost to the point of expelling him then turned her hips, rimming his button then slowly sinking back around him with the same motion, her talent hardening him inside her, the swelling cock most pleasant and stimulating to them both which was the point.

‘One more Lex, you’ve got it in you and I want it,’ Carole breathed her voice creamy and sexy.  She matched her rhythm to his then increased her pace taking him with her.

‘Older and deadlier Lex, there’s a logic to it.  We know what works on the male of the species, have since we started in this game and we know young men love to think they can show us a good time, dominate us, but in the end it's the older female who always walks away from the spent male.  DOA Lex, deadly older agents, Goodbye baby,’ Carole panted, then they both climaxed.

His strained body, already taut and at its limit, was pulled through two knots.  Carole in the throws of ecstasy barely heard the crack as she clenched around him.  When she finally emerged from her pleasured haze, she pushed back on her arms and discarded his now limp sausage from her.  She picked up the shirt, covered herself and smiled.  

‘Yes I do think I’ll keep you,’ she smiled, fastening a few buttons.

A few short Sharon Tales

The Seduction Arsenal 

Sharon Sharpe stood before the full-length mirror in her dimly lit bedroom, her reflection exuding an air of calculated seduction. At fifty-five, she was a testament to the enduring allure of experience and confidence. Her curvy, voluptuous figure was accentuated by the crisp white man’s shirt she wore, unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of cleavage, and the stiletto heels that added to her commanding height of 5' 11". Her thick, sandy curls tumbled in loose waves around her shoulders, framing a face that was both striking and enigmatic. Sharon’s legs, toned and powerful, were a weapon in their own right, a fact she was well aware of as she adjusted her stance, her gaze critical yet satisfied. 

She turned slightly, appraising her silhouette from every angle. The shirt clung to her in all the right places, the fabric taut over her full breasts and hips, while the heels elongated her already impressive stature. Sharon smirked, knowing the effect she could have on a man—especially the one she had in her sights. Agent Lex. He was a challenge, a man who prided himself on his control and intellect. But Sharon had a plan, one that combined her professional skills with her natural gifts. 

With a deliberate stride, she moved to her vanity, the heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. The vanity was a treasure trove of tools and weapons, each carefully selected for its purpose. Sharon’s fingers trailed over the array of lipsticks, her touch light and purposeful. She knew exactly what she needed. Nothing deadly this time, she thought, her lips curling into a predatory smile. Just enough to ensure he can’t resist. 

Her hand closed around a tube labeled Instant Ice. The lipstick was clear, innocuous, but its effects were anything but. One kiss, and Agent Lex would be paralyzed, his body frozen while his mind remained alert. Sharon’s eyes gleamed with anticipation as she twisted the cap off and applied a thin layer to her lips. “I love the look on their faces after the kiss,” she purred, her voice low and husky. 

“The realization that they’re completely at my mercy.” But the lipstick was only part of her plan. Sharon’s gaze shifted to another tube, this one labeled Tangerine Truth. This was her secret weapon, a truth serum disguised as a sensual pleasure. She uncapped it, the vibrant orange color a stark contrast to the clear Instant Ice.

“And for my other lips,” she murmured, her smile widening as she glanced down at her groin, “this little number will ensure he spills every secret he’s hiding.”

Sharon’s mind raced with the possibilities. She envisioned Agent Lex, his guarded demeanor crumbling as she worked her magic. The Tangerine Truth would be applied with each stroke of her lips against his erect cock, the serum seeping into his system with every thrust. Pleasure and business, intertwined in a way only a female spy of her caliber could orchestrate. 

“I wonder how many times he’ll climax before he can’t anymore,” she mused aloud, her voice dripping with anticipation. “Before he begs me to stop. They always do, in the end.”

She took a moment to savor the thought, her fingers tracing the curve of her collarbone as she imagined the scene. Agent Lex, his body rigid from the Instant Ice, his mind clouded with desire as the Tangerine Truth took effect. Sharon would be in complete control, her every movement calculated to extract the information she needed. It was a form of torment, yes, but one that played on the deepest vulnerabilities of her target. With her preparations complete, Sharon stepped back from the vanity, her reflection now that of a woman ready for battle. 

The man’s shirt and heels were more than just a costume; they were armor, a declaration of her power. She ran her fingers through her curls, the movement fluid and practiced, and then turned to face the room with a confident smirk. The bedroom, with its soft lighting and luxurious furnishings, seemed to hum with anticipation. Sharon knew that the real challenge lay ahead, but she was ready. Agent Lex was a formidable opponent, but he was also a man—and men, no matter how intelligent or disciplined, were susceptible to the right kind of persuasion. As she left the bedroom, her heels clicking with purpose, Sharon’s mind was already several steps ahead. 

She would lure Agent Lex into her web, using her charm and beauty to disarm him. And once he was within her grasp, she would unleash her arsenal, combining seduction and manipulation in a way that would leave him helpless. The night was young, and Sharon Sharpe was just getting started. The thought sent a thrill through her, a reminder of why she had chosen this life. It wasn’t just about the secrets or the missions; it was about the power she held, the ability to bend men to her will with nothing more than a kiss and a touch. As she disappeared into the shadows, her figure commanding and unstoppable, the question lingered in the air: How long would Agent Lex last before he broke? And what secrets would he reveal in the process? The answers awaited, hidden in the depths of Sharon’s carefully laid trap, a trap as irresistible as it was inescapable.

The Seduction of Secrets

The spa's dimly lit massage room was a sanctuary of tranquility, the air heavy with the scent of lavender and sandalwood. Soft instrumental music played in the background, its rhythmic melody designed to lull patrons into a state of deep relaxation. On the massage table lay Agent Lex, his muscular frame draped in a thin sheet, his breathing steady and even. He had come here seeking respite from the stresses of his high-stakes job, unaware that this session would be anything but ordinary.

Sharon Sharpe, disguised as the spa's masseuse, entered the room with a serene smile, her movements graceful and deliberate. Her curvy figure was accentuated by the sheer robe she wore, which she let slip off her shoulders as she approached the table. Her blond hair cascaded down her back, and her lips were painted a soft pink, the color code named Tell All. She carried a tray of massage oils, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Good evening, Mr. Lex," Sharon purred, her voice smooth and hypnotic. "I understand you’re here for a deep tissue massage. I’ll be your therapist tonight."

Lex opened his eyes, his gaze lingering on her figure for a moment before he nodded. "Sounds perfect. My usual masseuse isn’t here, I guess."

"She had to step out unexpectedly," Sharon replied, her tone reassuring. "But don’t worry, I’ll take excellent care of you."

She began by pouring a generous amount of massage oil onto her hands, the liquid glistening under the soft light. The oil was no ordinary blend; it contained a muscle relaxant designed to slowly sap Lex’s strength, leaving him pliant and vulnerable. As she rubbed her hands together, the scent of jasmine filled the air, masking the subtle chemical undertone.

Sharon started the massage with slow, deliberate strokes, her hands gliding over Lex’s back, shoulders, and arms. Her touch was firm yet gentle, her fingers working the tension from his muscles. As she moved, she leaned closer, her nude body pressing against his back, her hard nipples grazing his skin. The sensation was electric, and Lex let out a soft groan, his body instinctively responding to her proximity.

"Relax, Mr. Lex," Sharon whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "Let the oil do its work."

As the massage progressed, Sharon’s movements became more intimate. She straddled his thighs, her breasts pressing into his back, her hands roaming lower, kneading the muscles of his buttocks. Lex’s breathing quickened, his body reacting to the combination of her touch and the drug in the oil. She could feel his muscles softening, his resistance waning.

"You’re doing so well," she murmured, her lips brushing against his neck. "Just let go."

Sharon’s hands drifted lower still, her fingers tracing the outline of his hips before slipping beneath the sheet. Lex’s cock was already hardening, his body responding to her sensual assault. She wrapped her hand around him, her grip firm but gentle, and began to stroke him slowly. The drug was taking effect, and Lex’s movements were becoming sluggish, his protests muted.

"That’s it," she cooed, her voice laced with satisfaction. "Just relax and enjoy."

As Lex’s body grew limp, Sharon took the opportunity to bind him to her, using a technique known as the Thai Salamander. She positioned herself behind him, her legs entwined with his, her arms wrapped around his chest. The human knot was intricate, designed to keep him immobilized while she worked her magic.

Reaching into her hair bun, Sharon extracted her Pink Truth Lipstick, the light pink hue glistening under the dim light. She twisted it open, the scent of vanilla and rose filling the air. "This," she said, her voice low and seductive, "is going to help you open up. It takes time to build up, but it works better with a racing heart."

Lex tried to speak, but his words were slurred, his body too relaxed to resist. Sharon leaned forward, her lips brushing against his, the lipstick leaving a faint pink stain on his mouth. She kissed him deeply, her tongue probing his, her hand continuing to stroke his cock. The combination of the drug, her touch, and the lipstick was overwhelming, and Lex’s heart raced, his body flush with desire.

"That’s it," she whispered, breaking the kiss. "Let it take effect."

Sharon refreshed her lipstick as needed, her kisses becoming more fervent, her hand moving faster. Lex’s breathing grew ragged, his body on the brink of release. She could feel his secrets bubbling to the surface, his mind clouded by pleasure and the drug’s effects.

"Tell me, Mr. Lex," she purred, her lips brushing against his ear. "What are you hiding?"

Lex’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze unfocused. "I… I can’t…"

"Shh," Sharon soothed, her hand tightening around his cock. "Just let it out. No charge for the massage, baby."

As Lex’s body trembled on the edge of orgasm, Sharon leaned back, her lips curved in a satisfied smile. She had him exactly where she wanted him, his secrets within her grasp. But just as he was about to speak, she silenced him with another kiss, her lipstick leaving its mark once more.

"Not yet," she whispered, her voice a husky command. "Save it for next time."

With that, Sharon untangled herself from the human knot, her movements graceful despite the intimacy of their position. She stood, her robe slipping back onto her shoulders, her lips still stained with the Tell All lipstick. Lex lay on the table, his body spent, his mind foggy, the drug’s effects leaving him dazed and compliant.

"Until we meet again, Mr. Lex," Sharon said, her voice dripping with promise. "Sweet dreams."

She turned and left the room, the soft click of the door echoing behind her. Lex lay motionless, his thoughts a blur, the scent of jasmine and vanilla lingering in the air. The chapter ended with an air of anticipation, the game of seduction and espionage far from over. Sharon Sharpe had only just begun.

Out of this World

‘Since we’re here and I see no point in wasting such a firm asset,’ she smiled, undulating her hips just enough to get a response from his cock as it twitched inside her.  ‘I need information, but to get what I need from you, but to get that from I need to take you deeper,’  Sharon purred as her legs wrapped about him, her arms slipped underneath his shoulders and around his head, she kissed him as she rolled them over her tongue dancing inside his mouth.

‘There that feels so much better,’ she purred.  ‘But I think you can do even better,’ Sharon added, her legs creeping slowly up his legs, the soft backs of her shapely and deadly calves brushing feather light against his back,  Sharon watched his eyes grow wider at her touch and then fully dilated as she pulled them tight about him, her ankles crossing over each other as she cinched him to her.  ‘Oh yes, that feels so much better,’ she purred as his stem pushed deeper into her embrace.  ‘But I can’t help but feel, at least I hope I can feel, that you can do even better,’ the Plus spy added as her hands fixed on the top of his shoulders and began to push him up while her legs held his hips fixed to her.

Tenderly, her hands slipped along his, her nails igniting a trail of sparks, his hips responding with pushes into her paradise.  Sharon smiled at the power the simplest of touches could do to the male.  Slowly their hands joined as he was stretched out.

‘You know the problem with you muscle hunks, you're just all muscle, no flexibility and its flexibility that builds in the shape and sinuous curves that you guys find so attractive in us.  The way we can bend and stretch, the positions we can do and how we move before, during and after sex that are just as much a pleasure for you as the actual act itself, but that’s all terribly one sided, my needs are never met,’ Sharon explained, her voice exciting and ominous at the same time.  

‘I don’t think you could get any more inside me, but I’m certainly willing to try,’ she said, pushing him up a little more as her hips tilted back and forth pumping his cock.  ‘Talk baby, tell me what I want to know, I promise the orgasm will be out of this world.  No, how about now,’ she added forcing his body up more.

‘Please , please no more! He begged and spilled his intel, his body shaking in pain from the pressure.  Sharon’s lips formed in a satisfied smile as she lowered him to her lips for a series of long wonderful adventures from her mouth while her hips churned his capture prong.

The spy could tell he was close to explosion.  Her arms tightened about his shoulders as she kissed and played with his ear, her tongue and lips only adding to the sensory overload his body was experiencing in her skilled embrace.  ‘Your time has come sugar,’ she panted her own body very near pleasure, it needed only a final thrust.

Sharon vaulted him up on her shoulders again, this time passing through his breaking point.  The sound of his back cracking almost muffled by his gasping screams of pleasure and her moans of pure joy as they both came.  Sharon’s thrusting hips aided by her legs smashing him into her, prolonging her joy until a slow smile crossed her lips and she opened her eyes.

The lethal lady pushed his suspended and now limp body to one side, off of her and got up.  Sharon came round the bed and smiled.

‘I promised you an orgasm that would send you out of this world and I delivered,’ she smiled, bending down to his still hard dripping monument, his lips savouring the taste of victory that dripped from him.  

The "C" word again

 

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A.S.P. Agent Shen Yu Vignette

I love older women.  I think they are sexy.

I've combined this with my love of Asian women.

I don't know if they'll be more of these, really

depends on the picture as that's the catalyst.

Anyway, here's the first offering.

My Cricket Lipstick, Paralysing Papaya, FORCE agent Tren.  I’m an LOVE agent (Asian Spy Protectorate)  Shen Yu at your service,’ the woman smiled with a nip to his lips. 

She discarded her covering, letting it pool at her feet.  Shen stepped out of classic white pumps.

’I hope you enjoyed that kiss,there’s more to come, come being the operative word,’she smiled.  

Shen tightened her arms and kissed him again,she was in no hurry.You’re very hard and on the edge,’her hot breath whispered in his ear while her thumb toyed about the head of his throbbing manhood.  

‘If my thumb can do this, imagine what my lips and tongue can manage,’she continued.  

Eventually the spy slipped one of her legs behind his and drew back, pressing her knee into the back of his,they fell onto the bed, Shen guiding the fall so she ended up on top.  

‘Much more comfy, for the moment,’ Shen smiled.  A few more kisses then.  'It's time for me to go to work,’she whispered in his ear.  

Her body shifted lightly as she turned her head resting on one of his thighs well the body pressed lightly against his side.  He jerked as she lightly brushed her lips across his head.  ‘Lively,’ she mused, her lips just pressed and held a small portion of his tip.  He gasped.  Shen left her lips still there for a few minutes, she could feel his pulsing member and extra hardness.  When she was satisfied, her lips crawled forward in pressing squeezes until she had his entire tip, he moaned.  

Again she held this time he came, she smiled a little and consumed his defeat as his hips thrust.  When he regained his senses Shen was straddling him, her legs on either side of him,her mouth now holding a little more of his shaft, her tongue stroking lightly the underside of his stem.  Her stimulation pulled a second one from him,his body buckling but unable to do anything else.  

‘Your orgasms speed my drug, Tren.  But as you know Asian women take their time.  We don’t have the power of western women, but we do have the ancient techniques, that hold with touch and pleasure,’ Chen purred as she took him back a little more than this time.  

His body trembled as her lips and tongue slither up his shaft while legs had slipped underneath him.  Chen coaxed another then another as her body slowly enveloped him.  His head was now held firmly at the sides by the flats of her feet.  Her soft souls massaging him as she worked.  Shen was slow, no frantic head bobs, she didn’t need them, the Asian method was tongue and lips, soft and slow in varied centuries old methods that no male could resist forever.  Now her body began contracting.  She didn’t need movement from him, just her desire to.  He was struggling to produce, only dry thrusts and moans.  She pulled him in all the way knowing he would come.  Shen pulled what little he had left as she contracted tensing him as she arched her body up off of his then rolled her back to a satisfying crack.  She released his still hard cock with a smile as she relaxed and undid herself from him

  

Undercurrent

Another suggestion from Azami

Does anyone else have some?

‘We know you come from a long line of ama (海女), but even this is too much for you.  Fortunately we have a temporary solution,’ Dr. Shiva Vassu, the Head of Trident Female Weapons said, her lips curling into a satisfied smile.

‘Earrings?’ Trident agent Sayuri Hakamoto questioned.

‘I know you have many, you can add these to your collection.  I designed these to act as an underwater air supply, a mini air tank if you will, only they work like fish gills.  They are stuck in at the back of your neck and when you submerge they take over your air intake.  Not to worry they are completely removable, no trace afterward,’Shiva smiled.  ‘With these you can take as long as you want with the FORCE agent,’ she smiled.

Sayuri smiled back and thought. 'Or as much as he can take then more he can’t.’

‘Now I also came up with this,’ Shiva smiled while picking up a sponge.  ‘For before when you are in the tub washing before the hot spring.  Squeeze the sponge here,’she demonstrated, a small needle emerged.  This is the antidote,a slight press, painless,I assure you.’  To prove the point Shiva injected herself as Sayuri watched to no change in countenance.

‘That squeeze also releases the Fugu Toxin onto the sponge, distilled to make it delayed, but still potent once it takes effect.  From there you simply apply with the soap.  I don’t need to tell you to liberally apply it to all parts of his body,’ she added with a smile.  ‘If you need to speed up the drug's effect, sex would be my preferred method,’ she added, looking at her male lab assistant.  ‘I needed to ensure it worked,’ Shiva smiled.

‘How many trials did you need to run?’ Sayuri quipped.

‘All I will say is perfection takes time,’ came the answer.  ‘Now let me insert the earrings into you.’

***

Getting a position at the exclusive bathhouse was simple.  Sayuri had the body, the elegance and the skills, however you wanted to define that.  

‘Trident training is most thorough in all areas,’ she told herself.

The planted background of her history cleared any of the red flags and she was soon working, although not for the client she really wanted.  She had been busy with another client, a Hedge Fund Manager, when FORCE agent Hiroshi Tanaka had paid a visit and another girl, rumoured to be his favourite, took him, in more ways than one.

‘That will not happen again.  I’ll just have to ensure he sees me,’ she thought while she worked on her client.  ‘Although not a total waste, he did give me an insider tip that should return a tidy some,’ she added.

It was all timing now.  She bid her client goodbye with just the right hesitation before the door across and down the hall opened and Hiroshi stepped out.  At first Sayuri only let him see her face, just looking at him from the door frame, her body hidden from view.  Her eyes did the initial damage, catching and holding him, her face showed no emotion, it showed mystery and Sayuri knew men always interpreted that as interest.  Male ego was a wonder tool a female could always count on and exploit to her advantage.

Next, she turned, letting her body, the lower half, replace her head.  Her legs held him even more so than her gaze.  Feminine, strong and again trained to move and flex in just the right degree of hypnotising motion.

‘Now just a little bent to tease my ass, followed by a turn of an ankle, that added display of feminine firmness in the calf and yes that will do,’ she mused, disappearing from sight confident his next and last visit would be to her.

***

Sayuri greeted Hiroshi with a bow, deep enough to show the size and firmness of her 

breasts as the towel stretched about her.  He was wearing just a small towel around his waist and Sayuri found him easy to look at. 

‘Handsome, toned, but not too much.  Those lips look very kissable, pity my lips have another area in mind, but perhaps a small divergence,’ she mused.

‘Welcome Tanaka-san,’ she said during the bow.  ‘I am honoured that you asked for me.’

He smiled back and went for the tub, taking off his towel before entering.

Sayuri just looked, her face impassive as it should.  It would become less so when he showed interest, which she judged would not be long.  For the meantime she was impressed.

‘Nothing to be ashamed of either in the front or back, but nothing I can’t handle,’ she thought.

The Trident spy dunked the wetting sponge in a bucket of water and began.  The intention, the message and the arousal are in how you use the sponge, not so much its location on the body.  It is in the soft slow turns, the way you hold and press it to the body as it slides about the curves and angles, The slow sweep up and down the fronts and back, that casual but intention touch of your skin to his and most of all how close you get.  Sayuri wanted him to feel her even her slightest breath, knowing if it was warm he would consider her interested.

When she had finished,a quick look into the water indicated he was more than interested, the soap would peak both interest and other things.

Sayuri pricked herself then used the sponge, this time she got closer and her sweeps slower.  She dipped down to the water line,reaching over one shoulder of his in a deliberate manoeuvre.  The sponge slowly climbed up his chest, his cock floating the surface, bobbing like an attractive lure for a fish.  Sayuri looked at him, her eyes giving permission and he undid her towel.  Her eyes stayed locked on his, then they kissed.  Sayuri slipped into the snake silently, like a snake and like a snake she folded herself around him.  The spy soaped his front, his arms, then his back.  He stood up and she completed his lower half, slipping and squeezing the sponge about his cock as he twitched from her skill.  Taking him now would have been too easy, besides she knew she needed more time for the toxin to work and she had an added insurance policy, not that she didn’t trust Shiva, she did implicitly, but this was for her own enjoyment as well as to the success of the mission.

When she judged the time right, Sayuri’s hands folded around his impressive girth and with just the implied action, a tactic only an experienced and confident woman can do, her hands still holding his throbbing shaft pulled them both into the water to rinse, her hands still on his cock as then submerged.  When they came up she had him secured in her paradise, her legs wrapped lightly about his waist, her hips gently and softly working him in as they kissed.

For this part Sayuri didn’t need any specialised Trident training, he was more than ready.  A few slow swirls of her hips and she released him.  The vixen watched his eyes roll back in his head as she tilted and pulled, milking him with constrictions about his shaft, the water rippling as he bucked.

Sayuri could tell it was a good one, partly from his discharge but also from the effort his straining body had expended.  She was already working him to another and her to one.  She was unconcerned about her pleasure, though she would enjoy it, his cock was most active and filling and his motion to make her happy was wonderful.  But unlike a male, a female grows stronger after a climax, one or two, perhaps more do not drain her strength as it does a man’s.

She pulled a second from him, as intense as the first.  Her hips encircled one way then the other as he thrust into her.  His motion to climax her lost in his pleasure and Sayuri having the advantage had no intention of giving it back.  

‘His heart rate is high, the toxin is being pumped, why allow a rest,’ she reasoned as she worked her rhythm back into the encounter and he was soon letting her control the action.

‘All men are the same, they say they want to drive into you, but really they prefer a woman to be on top and dominate them,’ she smiled as her arms tightened about his neck, her legs following suit around his middle allowing her hips to tilt up and introduce a whole new position.  Sayuri kissed him, her lips also in control,feeling his twitch and lose control with each tilt of her hips telling her he loved the motion.

It suited her to, not only did it conserve her energy, tender tilts up and down were easier than deep pulls back and forth along his shaft.  All she did was increase the frequency of the tilts to stimulate him and her, his cock now fused against her clitoris in slow pleasing rubs that were rewarding her as well.  It took a little while to spill him, which told all she needed about his recuperative powers for the next and final phase of her plan.  Sayori finished off his third then allowed herself the pleasure of one.  She held him tight, like a lover, kissing his neck then working around to his lips.  She let the toxin work a little more and him rest by releasing him from her with a satisfied smile.

They moved to the hot spring after a while, Sayuri just in front of him, only her head visible.

‘My family history is ama (海女),’ was all she needed to say,a small sly smile saying the remaining inference for her.

As tired as he was, Sayuri knew no man, especially this man, would refuse the offer.

She bobbed in the water in front of him then slowly lowered her head, the look of a dangerous and deadly underwater predator unmistakable on her face.  There was nothing for a few seconds, then the water churned and his head fell back onto a rock, his breath getting shorter by the second.

Sayuri was amazed, the earrings worked perfectly.  Her mouth opened and she sealed about him pushing out the water so her tongue could work her String of Pearls Technique around him.  Once secure a few pulls turned him to full hardness and seconds later a hot geyser of flowing steaming cream filled her mouth.  She smiled, not for the success of the technique, that was expected, but that his body did not buck, the Fugu toxin had him.

‘Now for the finish,’ Sayuri smiled.

The spy turned herself about in the water, her arms weaving into his leg while her legs slowly, like a snake coiling up and around its prey, encircled his chest.  Part of it was using the knot but the other part was to stimulate him through the visual of her body, the fantasy female snake emerging from the water to secure and claim her prey.  Once her legs secured his torso,they wrapped about his neck, the soft wet pads of her feet securing to the sides of his face pinning him stiff.

‘I loved this new method,’ Sayuri mused as she worked.  ‘It makes me feel like a mermaid, a very deadly one luring males to their death.’

She hollowed her cheeks as he came again, not as much as before, he was running out.

‘Perfect!’

The water was perfectly still,not even Sayori’s head never caused the water to ripple, she was that smooth and very effective.  She worked through various ancient techniques, The Jade Slipper, Kyo-Beni, The Kushi, each delivering him and the results she wanted.  Sayuri applied her final caress, The Hairpin.

Sharp piercing strikes of her tongue to select nerve points along his stem followed.  His cock, the only part of him still able to move responded, snapping about in her mouth a still dull throbbing vibration tingling her lips meaning she had been correct, he had more fluid.

The strikes began quicker and quick, the stimulation never leaving him, as the technique intended.  It would soon overwhelm his entire nervous system causing it and him to collapse.

Sayuri worked away calmly, the sharp end of her tongue a precision weapon of pleasure and death.  She tasted him bubbling to the surface.  One hand left his left, trailer up it and then into his bellybutton, her finger a straight rigid line, her almond shaped nail flush in the indentation.

A final strike released the dam, victory flooded her mouth just as her finger pushed in hard, the physical action causing the torrent to prolong itself, much too long for anyone.  She accepted everything then felt him go limp.

The siren loosened her knot and her mouth and surfaced just in time to watch him slip silently into the water.

Sayuri slipped a towel around herself, reached behind and pulled out the earrings.

‘Fashion, femininity, fatality,’ she smiled.

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