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.
