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M.I.L.F. Shirt Squad Vignettes

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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Tracy gets her Max

Vignettes of Tracy Dunhill

Vignette One

‘You can’t blame me for trying Max.  I told you I live for kicks and what better kick can there be than using

the ultimate feminine weapon to deliver the softest and sweetest death.  But, you were too clever for me

Max, but it wasn’t a total loss, I got to experience a kiss from the legendary Maxwell Smart,’ Tracey Dunhill

said in her usual breathy voice.  

The Daughter of Kaos took a step back and turned away.  She’d chosen this dress on purpose.  She’d noticed on her visit to Max’s apartment that her legs worked particularly well on him, as they did on most men, so her thigh slit allowed him another look as she applied another strand to him from her web.  

‘You’re not going anywhere Miss Dunhill except to prison,’ Max answered.

‘Of course Max, besides who could escape from the great Max Smart, even if they wanted to and I don’t.  No, I was just going over here to get this napkin and wipe off my lipstick.  Before we part I was hoping you’d do me the favour off another kiss, one I can carry with me to prison as a pleasant memory,’ Tracy added as she moved toward him, one leg flashing from the gown as she came to him, her siren motion freezing him as her arms wrapping around him, her kiss longer and more wonderful than before.  

‘You Max just as I promised, my lips are harmless this time.  I can’t say the same for my ring.  I like my

jewellery to be functional and fatal. My ring, decorative, a mirror when I flip it open for applying my lipstick

and this little number,’ Tracy said in a sexy voice.  A needle, filled with the same poison in my lipstick.  Not 

exactly a kiss of death Mr. Smart, but close enough,’ she smiled, watching him clutch his throat and fell to the floor.  

Vignette Two

‘I can see why your Control’s # 1 agent Mr. Smart,’ Tracy said in her usual breathy voice, but tinged with a

very clear sexual desire for him.  Tracy leaned back on the dress that contained her box of femme fatale

devices, her leg protruding from the thigh high slit in her evening gown that she saw him focus in.  ‘Good,

he’s still interested,’ she smiled, picking a cocktail napkin and wiping her lips.  ‘How about one for the road

Max?  I won’t be able to see you for a long time.  Maybe you could visit me in prison,’ Tracy added as she

pushed off the desk and into his arms, he having come closer to her, as she he he would.  

‘My lipsticks gone Max, that however doesn’t mean I’m not dangerous.  Let me show you how dangerously lovely my lips are.  Kiss me Max,’ she said and he responded.  

As a skilled seductress, she used the second kiss to totally entrance.  Her first kiss didn’t need to be anything special, of course, but by any standard, it would still be considered scintillating from the male perspective.  Tracy’s lips danced and slipped, holding Max to her for as long as she desired and required.  

‘That was some kiss,’ Max said.

‘Yes, I do tend to have a hold on men once they get into my arms,’ Tracy smiled with a small shake of her head and her trademark victory smile.  ‘And now part of my dress has a hold on you Max and unlike me it won’t let go.  You see Max I anticipated you might have a trick up your sleeve to stop my kiss of death. Besides Max, a female Kaos agent always had a backup plan,’ she smiled.  ‘Tell me Max is the boa from my dress holding you tighter than I did?’ Tracy smirked as Max’s hands grabbed about his neck.  The Kaos agent spun elegantly away, one beautiful leg emerging from her dress as she did.  The boa came off her dress and with a few moves around Max’s body she attached it all the way around and down his body.  

‘There Max, now you get to experience me without me being here.  That boa of mine is another of my fatal feminine follies.  It will soon tighten to death, squeezing the life from your helplessly bound body.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to my party, this time there is something to truly celebrate, the death of Maxwell Smart.  Oh, I almost forgot,’ she added in her excited, aroused voice.  ‘Goodbye Max,’ she said and kissed him again.  ‘Consider that my kiss of death.’

Vignette Three

‘What better place to eliminate Maxwell Smart than in his own home,’ Tracy Dunhill explained.  

‘How will you do it?’ the director asked.

‘That’s just what I’m going to work out now,’ she answered, opening her closet drawer next to her vanity.  ‘You always lead with what works and my legs have always worked for me.  Yes, the outfit is quite appealing especially when matched with a fur or two.  That’s it,’ Tracey smiled, picking out a pair of shoes.  

‘Hello Max,’ Tracy said at his door.  ‘May I come in?’

Like the true seductress she is, Tracy walked past Max, but just close enough for him to smell her and almost taste her lips.  Her cool confident walk caught him in its tow pulling Max right across from her as she sat down elegantly crossing her legs as she went.

‘I wanted to thank you Max and invite you to a party I’m having tonight, you’ll be my guest of honour.  Please say you’ll come Max, I promise to make it a night you’ll never forget.  I sense you and I are somewhat the same, love danger, kicks, I bet we could have some fun together,’ she enthused, her speech becoming more rapid and breathy as she went along.  She also leaned in to him, drawing Max closer to her.  ‘I want to make a point of showing you off,’ Tracy said, swinging her leg over a smile crossing her face.  ‘You see my point Max,’ she said, getting up.  ‘And you feel it.  A retractable poison needle Max.  I think I’ve made my point here,’ she smiled.  ‘This is payback for you killing my father.  Oh, and you can skip my party.’

Vignette Four

‘That’s just what I’m to decide now,’ Tracey said, as she pushed a button on her bookcase opening a secret pane;  She retrieved a box and sat down at her desk.  

‘Mmm, yes and no,’ she mused.  ‘I want something more exotic, more personal,’ she added with a smile, taking something in her hand.  ‘Lipstick!’

‘Yes, this one is the protective undercoating,’ Tracy explained coating her lips in the creamy concoction. 

‘And this,’ she added, the excitement in her voice erotic.  Is the poison lipstick.  What better way to finish

Maxwell Smart than with a kiss of death.  Feeling him slip from my arms.  It has kicks, excitement and me.’

‘How can you be sure Smart will go for your trap?’ he asked,

‘Please just as you can’t refuse my authority on this matter, no man can refuse me.  Well no man who’s breathing and after my kiss Maxwell Smart no longer will,’ she smiled a sinister sexy grin.  

That party was in full swing when Max arrived and Tracy greeted him, instructing him to go to her private office when she would join him shortly as she just needed to freshen up.  

The Kaos agent removed herself to the small powder room to apply her means of death.

‘Here I am Max,’ Tracy said, coming into the room taking him into her arms for a kiss.

She knew by experience just how to fully and effectively administer the poisonous lipstick.  A slow kiss, her lips in constant motion, it kept him interested and allowed her to evenly coat his lips ensuring maximum penetration and skin exposure.  

‘Goodbye Maxwell Smart.  I hate to kiss and run but I have a party to attend and you have to die.  Yes, my kiss of death Max, poisonous lipstick and you’ve had a full dose, expertly administered.  

‘Except it didn’t penetrate my skin.  Plastic lips,’ he said, ripping them off.  

Tracy smiled, not a surprised or annoyed one, but an amused one.  ‘Yes, I thought that might be the case,’ she said, going over to her desk and retrieving a file.  Kaos sent me a report of male agents using them.  Seems we female agents had become too found or obvious using it far too much,’ she explained closing the report.

‘But I’m A Daughter of Kaos and as such I have access and priority of advanced weapons development.  That lipstick of mine, the latest from Kaos Labs.  It contains microscopic granules razor sharp.  With just the right pressure and movement of my lips they tear imperceptible holes in your protection allowing my poisonous kiss to do its deadly deed Max.’

Tracy smiled as he clutched his throat and fell at her feet.  

‘Just like all the other men I knew.’

Two are better than one

‘They may be young but they’re perfect, patient knotters but most importantly our best siphons and he’s

reputed to be impossible to drain, he has yet to encounter Tring and Trang,’ SALON agent Mai Phan

explained over the phone to Claire.  

‘Intelligence says he likes to get his girls from a Pleasure House in Bangkok.  Since they're always looking for new girls to offer, especially to a high end client like him, what better way to get to him  ‘Even at his age, no man can refuse a threesome, especially when it involves twins,’ Tring explained.

‘Men can barely handle one woman in bed, a second, especially with our skill sets, no man can handle that,’

Trang added.  

^^^

As they suspected he requested them very quickly upon their arrival and they were soon on their way to his

home in the mountains.  They girls were escorted to a bamboo octagonal structure separate from the home

and up on a hill far away from the house surrounded by ferns and palm trees and jungle.  They surveyed

their surroundings, looking at each other for where to take him to secure the perfect positional trap.  A wink

from one just finished when he arrived.  

They wanted to take control right away, but make it look like they were doing what they were paid to do. 

Each kissed him on the cheek, then took an end of his robe and pulled it undoing to tie.  It swung open,

availing them a partial look at his body.  He was lean, taut and well endowed.  Each pressed their tongues

into his ear while hands closed about his stem and gently pulled while their other hands removed his robe

then their string bikinis.

Tring took his lips and did her magic.  A spellbinding dance of taste, tongue and tease while Trang applied

her lips to his stem, slowly coaxing him to hardness as she knelt between the legs of her sister.   The girls

instantly coordinated their motions, a gentle rocking meant to double stimulate him with each push and

pull.   Carefully they began to increase the sway, his body beginning to just yield to their actions.  Tring

undid her arms and moved to her left, the tip of her tongue burning a wet seer into him as she went round

to the back of his neck where small bits and kisses searched for a spot he reacted to best and soon found it,

just a light grip of her teeth increased the sway.

  

Trang curled her tongue and turned her mouth, her soft yielding lips drawing even his immense controlling

skills into the red zone.  They continued on, Tring’s hands slipping about the soft firm calves of her sister

then squeezing lightly.  At that moment a tongue wrapped around the head of his prong and a permanent

bite was applied to his most sensitive spot.  

Tring held his prong as Trang pushed him as they fell forward toward the floor, the twins moving with the

precision of a metronome, legs, arms, torso all meshing together about him and each other.  They wrapped

around the ancient man, his body smooth and hard. They had permission to kill in any manner, but slowly

to extract secrets and as a punishment for all the female agents he had killed over his long career.

‘Vietnamese Coiling Comb,’ Tring hotly whispered as her body worked. Perfumed, powdered and

persuasive the duo worked slowly, careful of his reputation. Their knot, a kneading entanglement, was a

multi positional tether with a few of their own deviously effective applications.  They drew closer with each

minute, lithe forms exploring his searching for points to attack. A toe pressed and released then moved on,

bodies always active. He resisted them, he’d been knotted by endless women in his long career.  The girls,

because of their inverted positions took turns screwing and sucking him, their willowy energetic young

forms combining to about him as their ancient art form worked its lethal embrace tighter.

Their lips hungered him as he struggled inside their soft warm forms, the firm breasts kneading him as their

nipples, hard and firm pierced into his nerve endings and weakened him.  Tring was the first to undo him.

He climaxed, his cock quivering inside her mouth as Trang kissed him. 

‘You finally spilled sir, now that your unlocked more will come,’ Tring smiled as she and her sister rolled,

coming to their feet holding him inverted and suspended.

‘You are now in a Paired Python sir now for something to tighten the serpent,’ Trang said, as her mouth

closed around his distended member. She coddled and positioned her tongue snaking about until she had

him.  

His body convulsed and heaved about the floor as he tried to escape her mouth and their grip, both of

which had him in a most pleasurable embrace.  

‘Thai Stick, sir, Trang is very good at it. He could not fight her touch, his wang helpless in her embrace he

exploded repeatedly as the girls coiled inward.  Trang released after an hour and Tring took over, her Thai

Stick even more effective she released him after two more hours, he spent and drained.

The girls lowered their prey slowly to the ground, their bodies slowly undoing and redoing around him as

they went until they settled.

‘Your final placement sir, Siamese Scorpion Knot, slow and painful,’ Trang informed. 

 

‘It will make you talk and we have many questions for you to answer,’ Tring followed.

The girls used their toes, flats of their feet, fingers, nails and other parts to strike his body. The result would

be a slow paralysis that ended in death, each strike triggered by his body moving and they tighter until in a

delirium of pain and sexual madness they started to get answers. 

The girls spaced out the strikes, they didn’t want him expiring too quickly. 

 

‘This is for all the agents you killed over the years,’ they said in unison with another compression after a

sting of the scorpion.

They got all they wanted and more before he was useless to them.  The duo gave him each a kiss goodbye,

they struck, killing him, they undid and smiled, their mission a success.