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The Right fit for the Right Task - Part 5

 This completes the series from a readers suggestion.

Thanks for the suggestion it was fun to write this.

Avery Baskins didn’t believe in leaving anything to the imagination. 

‘Besides,’ she knew.  ‘Most males don’t have that good an

imagination.’

Avery also liked to get right to the matter and once her male target

saw her, he shared those feelings.

‘Finally, I was getting lonely,’ she said as the door to his suite opened.  

The Trident agent looked a little alarmed but not so much as soon as he

saw what she was wearing.

‘You have quite the set of eyes on me during our performance this

afternoon.  We girls get a lot of that

during these runway fashion shows.  Normally from men we’d

sooner forget or never wish to have seen, but you were different. 

Yes eyes can catch both ways,’ she smiled stepping forward to

him.  ‘Now that we’ve caught each other’s eye, I wonder what

else each of us can catch,’ she added, her arms coiling about his neck.

‘Didn’t you get cold wearing that up here or at the very least draw some attention.

‘I wore a long coat,’she smiled, her eyes darting to the left to indicate it laid across a chair.  ‘Besides, I figured why change twice.  You liked me in this little number, hopefully you’ll like me even more out of it, just as I’m sure I’ll love you out of your clothes.’

She kissed him softly, her tongue teasing him just a touch while her hands undid the buttons on his shirt then bumping her nails over the ridges of his stomach muscles then undoing his pants and slowly pulling down his zipper while he expertly removed hers.

‘So far so good, now for the real test,’ she purred her breath hot against his neck, as her hands dived into his pants.  ‘A plus,’ she gasped, her hands toying with his cock.

‘Looks, both physical and aesthetic are one thing, but it's performance that really matters,’ she added in a suggestive manner that had him undressed in seconds.  

She kissed him, her hips dodging his spear as he tried to pin her against the wall.  Her mouth moved to his ear, her tongue lighting him on fire before moving down his chest, the heat from her skills creating a searing lava of river as she went.  He was incinerated in heated desire when she moved and encircled his tip.  His body jerked as he fought to stay on his feet.  Avery deftly turned his back to the wall as she held him, giving him some support as she mouth engulfed him fully.  Every nerve ending ignited, his body shook and bucked as she turned him about, shifting his prong from side to side inside her caress.  His gasping breaths and moans of sheer ecstasy filling the space.  The Plus rotated her mouth, his shaft, smooth and pulsing felt the bump of her teeth as she guided it about.  

‘Your very close sugar,’ Avery thought, tasting a small drop of his cum before she pulled back, her seal, 360 degrees along his immense shaft spasmed his back before she thrust him fully back in, a small bite applied before she released him and came to her feet.  

She nipped his lips as she pinned him against the wall.  ‘I could put you inside me and screw up for hours and you’d never cum baby.  That caress of mine, it has many names, that variation is called Thai Prong Python.  Basically, my caress has bottled you up so you just can’t get release, you're at the edge, but never over until I decide, its also squeezed the life out of your muscles rendering you paralysed, a very satisfying bonus, especially for what I’m about to do.  I hope you can understand all that through the sexual fog you find yourself in Trident agent?  Ah, I see you heard that, so then you must conclude I’m a Force agent, Plus Division.  They said you were hard to kill, I certainly hope that’s true and you put up a fight. It's so much more gratifying for me when you lose and lose you will sugar, but how to do it.  How about I let you decide” Avery purred then kissed him, his body hot and sweaty from trying to release.

‘What would you prefer, smothered in my tits or my ass?  Both are equally enveloping and of course lethal.  Since we’re here, let's try this,’ Avery purred as she tipped the back of his head into her breasts then slowly slither and bounced, working his face deeper in until she pressed herself tight against him and held firm, his back pressed against the wall.

Several minutes passed, the spy could feel him slipping away inside her cannons.

‘Only a little longer sugar, enjoy the view while you can,’she whispered

into his ear, his body bucking furiously.

‘You should always comparison shop, best fit and value and all that.  So I want you to try the other way and tell me which fits better.’

Being a Plus agent had another advantage, strength.  Avery let him fall forward over her shoulder.  She turned about and slowly let him fall down her back, her sexy, full and very lethal ass waiting for his face.  Avery cherished the feel of him sliding into her embrace.  Relaxed she positioned him then worked her hips in a slow churning motion introducing pelvic undulations at certain moments to pull him languidly into crevice.  

‘I think this is a much better fit for you baby,’ she purred, smashing his body firmly to the wall in hers as she pulled him deeper.  ‘The benefit of this trap is your stem is exposed,’ she purred, taking it in one hand by her shoulder and striking it, her nails pressing in at certain points along his smooth, long and very hard shaft.

‘Orgasms are wonderful, except when they distract from the task at hand, namely your escape.  You can’t concentrate on two stimuli at the same time baby, fighting for air while enjoying sex.  Unfortunately for you, I can,’ Avery purred as she stroked his cock in her hands.

His body shattered several seconds later as he came.  A torrent of ghism was directed away from them as his body slammed against the wall.  Avert’s well muscled hard form held him fast to her and the wall.  

‘Normally I hand job my target, but you're so big I can actually, unlucky for you, use my mouth to drain you.  Why, because silly, a woman’s mouth works so much faster than her hands.’

Even though he’d had one it took her only five seconds for him to explode again.  This time she drank in the sweet milk of his defeat and started after.  His body thrashing in helpless pleasure as she induced a quick third, the fourth took a few more minutes as his spent body weakly tried to fight.  Avery compressed her ass, thrusting her hips backward to drive his head fully in.

He was limp a few minutes later when she released his stem from her coddle.  Pity you couldn’t make five, you’d have set a new record,’ she offered as her ass released him while she pulled away from the wall, his defeated, limp and lifeless body tumbling in a heap to the floor, his cock still hard.

Avery left the lingerie as her calling card, donned the coat and left, her mission and that of her sister Plus agents completed.

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The Seductive Strategist - Conclusion to AI Generated - Only written by me

 A reader suggested three possible endings to the story

I picked this one.  Thanks for the suggestion

Azami

‘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 Seductive Strategist - An AI generated story

 

Sharon, ever the strategist, had anticipated the sealer's limitations. She knew these agents, with their lips sealed against her signature Poison Prawn lipstick, would require a different approach. But Sharon Sharpe, renowned assassin and master of seduction, had more than one weapon in her arsenal. And tonight, her body would be the deadliest of them all. With a playful glint in her emerald eyes, she took the Trident agent's hand, her touch electric. Leading him towards the bathroom, she whispered, "Let's wash away the tension, shall we?"

The shower, a haven of steam and cascading water, became their arena. They undressed each other slowly, each touch a deliberate caress, a silent promise of what was to come. Sharon, her plus-size figure a testament to sensuality, moved with grace, her ash brown hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. The agent, his gaze hungry, couldn't resist her.

Stepping into the warm embrace of the water, Sharon soaped her hands, the lather sliding over her skin like silk. She reached for him, her touch firm yet gentle, seizing his flaccid member. With practiced expertise, she caressed him, her touch a symphony of pleasure, awakening him to granite firmness. Their lips met in a kiss, hungry and desperate, as the water danced around them.

Then, with a sultry smile, Sharon lowered herself, her lips parting to engulf him. Her mouth, a warm, wet haven, worked its magic, her tongue swirling and teasing, drawing him closer to the edge. The agent, his breath ragged, surrendered to her, his climax erupting in a rush of pleasure.

"How about a little lubricant?" she cooed, her voice husky with desire. She proceeded to soap their bodies, creating a rich lather that slid over their skin, heightening every sensation. The agent, his senses overwhelmed, couldn't resist her. He teased her, his lips finding her nipples, sucking and nipping, sending shivers down her spine.

Sharon, her desire burning, guided him, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time. She screwed him vigorously, their passion a tempest in the steamy confines of the shower. The water, now a mere backdrop, couldn't extinguish the fire raging between them.

Exiting the shower, they dried each other, their touches lingering, their desire still simmering. Sharon, ever the strategist, powdered her body, the scent of her perfume mingling with the aroma of soap and desire.

They moved to the bed, the soft sheets a stark contrast to the hardness of their passion. Sharon, her eyes sparkling with mischief, mounted him, her body a temptation he couldn't resist. She inserted him into her, their connection complete, their breaths mingling in a kiss.

"Your lips and cock may be sealed," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr, "but the rest of you isn't. My paralyzing powder has you in its grip."

The agent, his eyes widening in realization, tried to move, but his body, heavy and unresponsive, betrayed him. Sharon smiled, a triumphant glint in her eyes. "Now, where were we, baby? Yes, your demise."

She kissed him again, her lips soft and teasing, her mind racing with possibilities. The sealer, a challenge, had forced her to adapt. Her Poison Prawn lipstick, her signature weapon, was useless against his lips. But Sharon, ever resourceful, had other methods.

"Since my lipstick is useless," she mused, her fingers tracing his chest, "I wonder what other methods I can employ."

The agent, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desire, could only watch as Sharon, her body a weapon, her mind a labyrinth of deadly plans, leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear.

"Perhaps," she whispered, her voice a dangerous promise, "I'll just have to get creative."

The chapter ended with a chilling smile on Sharon's lips, leaving the agent, and the reader, wondering what deadly creativity she would unleash next. The paralyzing powder, a mere prelude, hinted at a darker, more intricate plan, one that would leave the Trident agent wishing he'd never crossed paths with the seductive and deadly Sharon Sharpe.

How should the story continue?

Ok, so this one kind of turned out alright. But I don't want to use AI to continue or finish it. I'd like ideas from readers. So fire away with ideas and suggestions.

Agent Dossiers