In the game all female spies play there are certain pieces of equipment they cannot do without and one that
is essential, a man’s shirt, the option is heels, if they want. All women agents in every organisation use them,
but M.I.L.F. is the only one that has dedicated agents that work specifically in them, they are called, The
Shirt Squad. They can be used to gather intel from male agents but they are almost always used for
termination. The below vignettes are some of their assignments for your viewing and hopefully, reading
pleasure.
Vignette One
Carole Summers picked a shirt from his closet and put it on, checking herself in the mirror.
‘This is acceptable, enough leg and with the right movement the tease of move,’ she smiled then moved onto other matters.
She was waiting for him with a smile, a glass of wine, and a look that conveyed what was on her mind.
‘Don’t look so alarmed, my ID and my pistol are right there on the table next to you. I hope you don’t mind but I borrowed one of your shirts and decided to make myself comfortable,’ Carole smiled noting he gave her a scanning view. ‘I also left a dossier, it seems we’ve been partnered for an upcoming mission. ‘Call it what you want. I prefer to know my partner before the mission starts, that way, there’s no surprises on the field. But, I’m all for being surprised in other areas and locations, the M.I.L.F. agent smiled, picking up her glass of wine and shasaying toward him.
Carole clinked her glass to his and took a drink as he read the mission outline and checked her ID.
‘Now that everything is in order, perhaps we can get down to business? Whatever you want that business to be.’ she smiled, putting down her glass and slipping her arms around his neck.
He pulled her tight, feeling her body to which she happily responded with purrs and several sways of her hips.
‘I trust everything is to your satisfaction,’ she smiled. ‘Everything in its place. Well, almost everything, but I have all night to work on that part.’
Her long legs made her body seem to go on forever. Her figure and firmness captivated him as his hands swirled about the shirt and by extension her. They swept underneath the bottom, but Carole was far too experienced a woman to be rushed. She deftly slipped back in his embrace and smiled.
‘You can’t just have the icing on the cake. You have to some of the body,’ she coyly admonished, stepping back in close. But I suppose I can’t blame you, everyone starts with a little taste,’ she added then kissed him. ‘We’re off to a good start,’ Carole added, picking up her glass for a sip of wine. ‘I’ve already turned down the bed,’ she smiled. ‘Yes, I am confident in my talents and I can tell your curious. But, let's not rush things.
The glass put down they resumed kissing, wonderful slow rolling lips mixed with small pecks inbetween before she pulled her lips away, took his hand to take him to bed.
‘I told you I was good,’ Carole smiled as he wobbled a few steps before she stopped and turned elegantly back into his arms, her lips giving him another taste. ‘My kisses tend to make men light headed,’ she smiled her crossed hands at the back of his neck while her nails played against his skin.
‘I can’t take all the credit,’ the M.I.L.F. agent continued. ‘ My lipstick, Salmon Silencer. Poisonous, but not after one kiss, it builds up in the system. A female agent needs some reward for all the preparation she does,’ Carole smiled. ‘It was easy enough to copy an ID, I knew you’d never check. Your mind and other parts of you seemed distracted. I don’t blame you, men’s shirts always have that effect. My job here is done, just time for one more goodbye kiss,’ she said, pushing him easily against the hallway wall, her body squirming about his, her hips grinding against his mound while her lips danced and delivered about his.
Carole ended the kiss, released him and watched him slump at her feet. She undid the shirt, folded it and left it on him, letting his organisation know a M.I.L.F. did this.
Vignette Two
‘Don’t be like that!’ M.I.L.F. curve agent Sandy Messer said in an annoyed and disappointed tone at the same time as she followed him across the room. ‘At least hear me out, I did get dressed up for this,’ she said, her tone coy and beguiling. ‘Do me a favour and close your eyes, please. Now just listen. Pretend I’m some other agent, ok,’ she added.
Sandy touched her hands lightly to his hips then pulled them around as her shirted body pressed into his back, he felt her firmness, her heat, her hot breath on his neck, her perfume filling his senses while her hands surged and ran about his torso.
‘I know you guys all talk about us and by us I mean Curve agents, but that’s locker room talk, full of male testosterone and bravado. I want you to recall a few of those conversations, a lot of talk, but there’s always a few silent voices, a few men who say nothing and in fact leave. Why do you think they do that? I’ll save you the time, because they know better, they’ve experienced us, both on a mission and in bed and we are deadly in both areas.’
Sandy’s hot breath had been heating him to a boil, he was rock hard, but she was nowhere near finished.
‘When I kiss you and swallow your tongue you’ll ignite in desire, but when I roll on top of you, men for the woman to be on top, but especially a Curve woman. After burning your lips with mine I slowly tilt my hips then devour your hard, throbbing, twitching cock into an embrace so sweet, so wet, so firm you’ll cum before you're fully consumed.’
Sandy’s tongue found his ear to emphasize the point, small nips and runs from her wet tip weakened his resolve and his knees.
‘When you’ve recovered the use of your body my entire form will begin to cast its spell as I weave you into
my web of passion. Oh, you’ll try an escape, picking away at certain threads, only to find as you release
one more stick to you. Your hands search desperately, finding a smooth, curvy contoured spider holding
you place, her body firm yet flexible, responding to your every motion, the more you try to escape the more
you want to touch her. She brings you to pleasure again and again but you want more, her poisonous passion
as you in its grip, dangerous and deadly you can’t help but chance another journey into her web,’ Sandy said
as his lips came around and she kissed him, her tongue doing what she said it would.
‘That’s what you're missing sugar,’ the M.I.L.F. agent added, turning him about into her arms with a wide
smile on her face. “And will continue to.’
She let him fall to the floor, took a chair from the corner of his bedroom, sat and looked down at him.
‘I want you to imagine one other thing before you die. We could have done all I described, maybe even a little more or something extra from me,’ she explained. ‘Oh, you would still be in the same situation, but I at least you would have climaxed several times or more. Instead your last thought will be what might have happened had you taken me to bed.’
Vignette Three
Diedre let him undo a button between kisses. The veteran M.I.L.F. agent had picked her favourite shirt.
‘Always a hit, you’ve never missed for me,’ she’d said earlier while dressing.
‘That’s two,’ she added. ‘You haven’t lost your touch. Your lips are still magic. I hope certain other parts
can still cast a spell over me,’ Diedre smiled as they resumed.
She’d partnered with him many times over her long career. He was a good agent and a very good lover, with
a little direction from her. She had a history with him so that’s why she was chosen for the mission. That
history did not cloud her thinking, they knew that as well, Diedre was as ruthless and she was beautiful, it's
why she’d lasted so long.
‘Now, now, don’t be impatient, it's not like it's either of our first time together,’ she purred. ‘Besides, I rather
like your lips and I know you like mine,’ then she paused before adding with a promise in her tone. ‘Both
sets. We’ll get to the second set in time, but first,’ she continued drawing herself to him. ‘Take your time,
you have three buttons to go.’
She teased him with her hips, slow grinds against his package, a tense of her ass as he caressed him, her
body pushing hard into him, her arms and hands soothing about his body before settling about his stem, her
slow lapping and caressing harding him to madness all the while he undid two more buttons until he was
sure he’d spill and and had to have her.
Diedre looked into his eyes as he didn’t the last button, he short opening but catching on her nipples as her
hands held his throbbing monster slowly guiding him closer to her awaiting paradise. A last kiss and smile
as she released his stem, her falling backwards, his body twitching on the floor.
‘My last touch seems to have done the trick. My, my quite an explosion,’ she smiled looking down at him
as he last of his ghism dribbled from his stem.
‘Being a double agent does bring its share of risks and in this case that risk is me. I knew you’d not ask
questions and a woman in a shirt doesn’t get many anyway. I’m glad I made you take your time. Of course
I could have killed you in bed, a nude female is the ultimate weapon, but I liked the ironic twist this
provided. Each button contained an amount of my skin penetrating perfume and just enough buttons to
give you a fatal dose,’ she smiled, then gave him a kiss goodbye.
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