Mrs. Sylvia Hawthorne

Sylvia Hawhorne had given careful consideration to how she wanted to proceed.  She knew he was

interested.  ‘Perhaps more for the conquest of having an older ladies capitulation notch in his belt, than

actual attraction, but she’d take either one, the end result was what mattered.  There’s a certain thrill in

getting a man half your age into your bed then watching the look of surprise on his face and other parts

of him as your experience turns him inside out leaving him a quivering lump of mush even as you yearn

for more.

‘Now it's time for me to do what I’ve been trained to do and eliminate a dangerous young Trident agent before he eliminates another of us.’

Sylvia had a number of options at her disposal.  Her go to never miss white dress shirt paid with either her classic black or white pumps.  

‘This little ensemble never fails to get a man into my arms.  Paired with lipstick, nail polish, needle ring poisonous or other drug its simple matter of letting nature take its course.  But this garment is more a surprise seduction, like Barbara in The Silencers, not for a prearranged rendezvous,’ she told herself.  

‘A nightgown maybe, I have more than enough choices.  Baby Dolls are a little past my age, besides it’s what you can’t see that drives a man insane to have you and that is exactly what I’m after this!’ she said, her voice rising in satisfaction is just the number to do all that.’

Sylvia met Trient agent Tanner at her door, his eyes and she was sure his pants swelling wide as he looked at her.  Her covering if you could call it that left no room for what she wanted but one the body of a woman practiced in the art of seduction she could keep her most intimate areas concealed with a fold or a sudden swirl and turn of her body overlapping the fabric to the frustration of the observer.

‘Tanner, right on time,’ she said, her arms around his neck before he knew it soft experienced lips meshing with his while her tongue effortlessly opened his and went in search of his, her experience toying with it was she pulled him tighter into her arms feeling his cock growing against her thigh and the sheer fabric.  She finished slowly withdrawing the tip, promising a return trip.

‘Right on time.  Please come in,’ she smiled, turning and dancing away the movement of the fabric and the light interplaying to give him flickering glimpses of her fine ass.  Making her way to the bar to offer him a drink she was keenly aware of the merry chase she was leading him on one that would end up in her bed but first she had designs on finding out how much seduction he wanted.  

She offered and made him a drink leading him to the living room, she elegantly lounged in one chair, he across from her still unable to see anything because of her skill.

‘Thank you for coming. I honestly didn’t know if you said yes just to flatter a lonely widowed woman, at least I hope it wasn’t just for that,’ she said looking a little nervous.  To be truthful its been a while, I hope I’m not putting you off or being too aggressive, if you think so just please say something, I confess I’m very out of practice in the whole femme fatale scene in fact I doubt I ever was one,’ she blathered away.

‘I think you're very beautiful.  I was attracted to you instantly just because you weren’t trying, you didn’t need to, not like all those other young girls trying so hard to be who they are not.  I mean offense by this, but older, let's change that to experienced women who don’t need to compete. They are comfortable in their own skin and have confidence in who they are and what they can deliver,’ Tanner smiled, his intent obvious.

Sylvia put down her drink, slithered out of her chair over to him as he got up, she kissed him as she undid his pants and he removed his shirt.  Her lips danced with his as her hands hooked into his underwear and slowly pulled it down.  Mrs. Hawthorne leaned in to him and little in her intention and his correct read was for him to fall back in the chair.  

‘I’m a little out of practice,’ she said nervously looking into his face, her hands needing and tender pulling his prong before her head lowered and she lightly curled her lips about his head before a long slow burning caress of her lips began to engulf his now granite shaft deep into her.  

Tanner’s head arched back, his mouth open small wispy gasps escaping as her mouth worked magically like nothing he’d ever experienced before streaks of light shooting off inside his closed eyes.  He lightly tressed her hair as his hips pushed his stem into her warm lovely embrace.

Mrs. Hawthorne’s touch flicked about, sometimes wrapping itself about his ever twitching stem.  She could taste he was ready, the vixen pinned it to one side of her mouth, her tongue in a final gesture lapped his head one way then the other before a tongue thrust touched his tip and she slowly pulled free just the merest brush of her teeth along his quivering shaft.  She looked up at his still face and smiled, opening her sheer black gown as she stood and climbed on top of him, her legs snaking around his back and crossing once complete, her hips thrust spearing herself into him.  She played with his lips while her paradise adjusted and swallowed him fully into her honey pot.

‘It’s called a Koga technique, The Geisha’s Slipper.  I learned it from a woman who owns a small Teahouse in Sapporo.  Perhaps you’ve heard of her, Aki Eto, a Silk Geisha,’ Sylvia said as she kissed his still lips.  ‘The technique paralyses the male totally, for hours.  Just the right precise touch,pressure and timing and well, here you are,’ she smiled.  

‘The question you're probably asking is why.  Oh, I’m not FORCE, M.I.L.F. or VIXEN I’m an independent contractor.  Not that any of those aforementioned agencies wouldn’t want you dead, but that was all part of the deal I made with them.  Perhaps I need to explain the background so you have the full picture,’ she explained as her hips tilted and roiled his stem.

‘I am a widow as told you that part is true, but I’m a black widow.  Now don’t rush to judgement, give me a chance to explain.  My late husband, his name should ring a bell, Conrad Overton.  Yes there it is I see it in your eyes,’ Sylvia grinned then kissed him her tongue partly his willing lips and searched inside.

‘He it seems was doing a lot of business with your organisation, money laundering for you, arms sales, drugs and those were the less offensive ones.  Our marriage, if you could call it that after some years, was not happy.  Amongst those other indiscretions he had a string of affairs some of which I think were with female Trident agents.  Those I didn’t care about, it was all the other things that hurt innocent people.  Since we live and functioned separately l was free to pursue my own interests and find new friends, but one in particular found me.  Again, perhaps you know this name, Claire Baxter.  Well making a long story short as you're about to explode inside me, my twice weekly yoga sessions turned into private everyday yoga and more sessions, if you follow.  Trips abroad, all for personal advancement, let's call it, including my trip to Japan and Aki followed.  Little by little FORCE trained me, they told me I was a natural and in return I gave them access to all my husbands dealings, slipping them information bit by bit so he or Trident wouldn't be suspicious.  All I wanted was the names and intel on the people who interacted with him most, hence you and I at this moment.  Once I slipped them the final piece of intel I slipped myself into my vile husbands bed and killed him using the training I had acquired and now your the next but not last on the list,’ she smiled just as her hips shifted and snapped sending a giant cascading orgasm through him, his body in spite of the paralysis bucking, her legs and arms tightening to hold him.  Slow swirling thrust kept the aftershocks alive for over a minute.

‘That brings us to the present moment and you,’ Sylvia smiled.  ‘Even though Force’s intel was good they may have missed a few names.  I want those names Tanner and I’m more than willing to kill to get them, so I suggest you talk sweetie,’ she added with several soft, magnificent kisses.  ‘Let me demonstrate how persuasive I can be,’ she added with a wicked smile.  

‘This technique I picked up in an Ashram, it's called the Python’s Embrace,’ she smiled and began a slow tormenting sizzle of his cock inside her.  Less than a minute later Tanner was thrashing in her embrace, his eyes fully rolled back his member draining and draining in her as she squeezed gently about it.  ‘How about another, a young man like you should have plenty in reserve,’ she added a menace in her voice.  She kissed him, her tongue, the other snake in her arsenal stuck and stung inside his mouth as she squeezed more fluid from him, his moans a mixture of torment and joy.  She let him settle in her arms then asked questions.

‘Perhaps we need to try another part of the world.  This is from China. It's called The Courtesan.’

She watched him fight and lose.  Mrs. Hawthorne held him tight to her body as the position called for, her eyes observing him build toward climax a hungry look on her face as she took him over the edge, the orgasm deeper than the last, his body quaking in her clasp.  Not so much essence this time sugar but a draining episode all the same.  How many of those do you think your body, fit as it as can stand before your mind is blown apart? Legend says no man can last till five, she whispered while nuzzling him.

The Vixen worked her magic and three more slammed him in quick sessions, his body was shattered and begging for a rest as he quivered silently while she held them in the chair.  

‘Talk baby or I will screw you to death and as pleasant as that may have seemed you know the reality is not true, is slow, maddening and painful and I can take you to edge, bring you back over and over again, such torment in itself might finish you,’ she nipped at his lips,

She only had to start before he collapsed and told her all she needed to know, her earring recording everything.  Her lips aided in the extraction.  Sylvia pulled him to his unsteady feet, still hard, her walls holding him fast as she circled her sheer covering behind him, her hips swaying then tilting as she kissed him.  It took a while for her to feel him stirring inside her but soon he was twitching and pushing with her.  She controlled the dance watching him as she kissed then the stillness told her it was.  He climaxed, she surged and worked him for his juice then as she thrust him for the aftershocks Sylvie spun out of his arms, her hands wrapping her covering around him.  She watched in amusement as he stumbled a few steps then fell to the floor.  

Mrs. Hawthorne took a shower, did her make up, dressed as came into the living room, her heels clicking out a rhythm until she knelt down beside him. 

'As you know, I’m a widow, black I’m a black widow. My covering is extremely sticky and binding, in fact if a person lingers too long in it they will be crushed to death.  Now, I’ve called FORCE to come and pick you up, part of our arrangement, they should be here soon to rescue you, but sometimes traffic gets in the way,’ she smiled.