Agent 69- Stroken, Not Stirred

by Callista Hawkes

  “Very well.” You nod and turn to leave.

  “Agent 69!” N barks. “This time you will not be working alone. We are cooperating with our friends in Russian Intelligence to bring about a swift resolution to this crisis. You will rendezvous with their best agent, Anya Suchova. She will meet you on the train in Vienna, where you will travel undercover as Mr and Mrs Somerset.” You fail to suppress a smile which is not missed by N, who glares at you before continuing. “Go to Istanbul, meet our contact in the city and follow up on any leads he might have.”

  “Understood.” You reply, turning to leave.

  “Good luck Hazard.” N adds as you push the leather upholstered door open.

  “You seemed to be in there a long time.” Miss Meriweather asks suspiciously from behind her desk.

  “N wanted to evaluate me.” You shrug. “It was a more thorough evaluation than anticipated.” You add with a coy smile. Miss Meriweather’s eyes narrow as you confirm what she no doubt suspected.

  “It’s been a while since I’ve been evaluated.” She sighs almost to herself as you turn to leave. “You’re away again already?” She frowns.

  “I’m afraid so.” You reply before flashing her a smile. “Though parting is such sweet sorrow.” You add before leaving her office.

  Continue

  “That seems to be as good a place as any.” You groan, her hand continuing to slide up and down your length. N smiles and drops to her knees before you, her head level with your engorged cock, her eyes fixed on the bulbous head and the bead of pre-come forming at the tip. Her hands move to your belt and quickly unfasten your trousers. She hooks her fingers into your waistband and pulls your trousers and underpants down to your ankles as one. You gaze down at N, feeling a little exposed before your fully clothed superior. Her eyes flicks up momentarily to yours and she bites her lower lip thoughtfully for a moment, perhaps weighing up the implications of what she is about to do. Her desire overcomes her reservations, the moment of indecision swiftly passing as she grasps your shaft and leans forward, swiping her tongue across the straining tip. You groan as you feel the warm wetness of her tongue against the hot flesh of your cock head, swirling around it for a moment before lifting your shaft up, her tongue slithering down the underside to your balls. Your mouth drops open as you feel her tongue slide over every inch of your taut sack, covering your sensitive balls with her saliva. She slides back up your shaft and pulls away, gazing up at you.

  “Lost for words Mr Hazard?” She purrs sexily as she slowly slides her hand up and down your shaft.

  “Just enjoying the moment.” You grin. “It’s certainly true what they say…”

  “What’s that?” She asks distractedly as she leans forward and takes your cock into her mouth. You stifle a groan as you feel the delicious warmth of her mouth envelope the straining tip.

  “That there’s no substitute for experience.” You gasp as her lips begin to glide up and down your length. You hear her chuckle around your cock, her green eyes gleaming up at you as her head bobs back and forth. Without her glasses and with her hair down, you are struck at the transformation from the austere and humourless head of MI6 to an attractive wanton seductress. It may have been a quip, but as she continues to slurp and suck on your cock, one hand cradling and gently caressing your balls while the other strokes your shaft, you marvel at her talented technique. You reach down and run your fingers through her auburn hair, groaning with pleasure as you feel the pressure beginning to build in your balls. Her mouth feels so good and though you desperately want her to continue, you are equally tempted to tear N’s clothes off and slide your cock inside her.

  Come in N’s mouth

  Pull out before you come and enter her instead

  Reluctantly, you pull your cock from her lips, N glancing up at you quizzically as you help her back to her feet.

  “Strip off.” You tell her. You can see a moment of indecision before she nods and obediently begins to strip before you. Your pulse is racing, but you gaze coolly at her as she slowly unbuttons her blouse. As she opens it and shrugs it off her shoulders, you stare shamelessly at her large bra clad breasts as she reaches behind her back and fumbles with the clasp. She glances up at you as she slips the straps down her arms, her authority now completely punctured as she blushes under your penetrating gaze. As the bra cups fall away, you subconsciously lick your lips at the sight of her large, pear-shaped breasts, her nipples swollen with her excitement. The bra discarded, she slides her hands to her waist, unfastening her trousers before pausing, her eyes meeting yours.

  “Keep going.” You growl, unbuttoning and shrugging off your own shirt while your straining cock, now starved of stimulation twitches, aching for attention. She slides her trousers past her hips, allowing them to drop to the floor. Naked save for her rather functional white cotton panties, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband and slowly peels them down. Your cock twitches again at the sight of the dark patch of pubic hair and her slit just beneath. She leans forward as she slips her panties past her thighs, her large, pendulous breasts hanging down and jiggling before you. As her panties drop to her ankles to join her trousers, she straightens and steps out of them, her eyes wide, her lips pouting and her chest heaving with excitement.

  “Now turn around.” You tell her firmly. She nods and does as you ask, her pale buttocks revealed to you. You move closer, N flinching as you reach out and caress her generous cheeks for a moment before pressing your body against hers. As your body moulds to hers, your hard cock lodges between her buttocks, your pre-come smearing against the small of her back. You slide your hands around to cup her breasts, gently caressing them before leaning forward and kissing her neck, your lips sliding towards her ear.

  “What do you want me to do to you?” You whisper, your lips brushing her earlobe while your right hand slides down her soft stomach.

  “You know what I want you to do.” She replies hoarsely, her buttocks pushing back against your cock as your fingertips glide through the soft down of her pubic hair.

  “Tell me.” You insist, your fingers finding her wet slit making N moan with frustration.

  “Fuck me, you bastard!” She spits, twisting her head towards you, her eyes filled with a mixture of fury and lust. “Slide your big, thick cock inside me and fuck me!” She places her hands on the desk and bends forward, her auburn haired head gazing over her bare shoulder as she submissively awaits you. You grin and take your cock in your hand, guiding the head to her puffy labia. N lets out a throaty moan of pleasure as your shaft slips inside her warm, moist pussy. You grasp her hips and begin to thrust into her in slow, steady strokes, N gasping with delight each time your shaft disappears inside her.

  “My God, that feels good.” N groans, beginning to push back against you. “Harder, fuck me harder!” You quicken your pace, a pen tidy falling over and a couple of files falling off the edge of the creaking desk as you pound into her. She glances over her shoulder at you, her eyes filled with a wild lust.

  “I want you to fuck my arse.” She tells you. You stop thrusting inside her, shocked by her suggestion and study her face. There is a wanton excitement there, but also a hint of fear. You realise this is not something she has done before.

  “Ma’am, I…” You stutter.

  “Do it.” She interrupts. “Quickly, before I lose my nerve.”

  Do as she asks

  Continue to pound into her pussy

  You cannot bring yourself to pull your cock from her lips and with a final grunt of release, you feel your balls twitch as your come races up your length. N’s eyes widen in surprise as the first spurt splashes across her tongue, but she locks her lips around the bulbous tip as it pulses again and again. Her eyes flick up to meet yours as you quickly fill her mouth with your creamy come as she swirls her tongue around your erupting head. You groan with pleasure at each contraction within your balls as your hips jerk with each powerful pulse. As the last spurts trickle into her mouth, she pulls her lips free of your shaf
t and gulps down your load.

  “That was magnificent.” You pant, gazing down at her as she wipes her lips with the back of her hand.

  “The pleasure was all yours.” N replies caustically, getting to her feet and straightening her clothes. She retrieves her glasses, sliding them back on and sits back behind her desk, glaring at you for a moment. “Now back to business.” She tells you. “Two days ago there was an incident at a Russian military base...”

  “Yes, an accident in a munitions store blew the base sky high.” You reply nonchalantly as you pull your trousers back on. “Terrible accident, tragic loss of life etcetera, etcetera.”

  “That’s the official story, yes.” N growls, running her fingers through her dishevelled hair. “The truth is a little more alarming. The base was infiltrated by an unknown force. Bombs were set and detonated, destroying most of the base.” Now fully dressed, you straighten your tie and raise an eyebrow, your interest piqued. “While the bombs destroyed most of the evidence, they were not entirely successful. The media doesn’t know this but the base was a nuclear weapons facility with a dozen nuclear warheads in their silos. Only ten missiles have been accounted for.”

  “Two nuclear missiles have been stolen?” You murmur.

  “Your mathematics is faultless.” N replies, looking witheringly at you over the frames of her glasses. “Fortunately, the GPS transmitter from the missiles was not disabled until sometime after the theft. The signal was finally discontinued with the missiles located close to Istanbul.”

  “I’ll fly out immediately.” You tell N.

  “Yes you will, but not to Turkey.” She replies. “You will be flying to Vienna. Whoever stole the missiles are clearly well organised and will be watching the airports. With your celebrity status amongst the world’s intelligence services, you would be spotted immediately. No, you’ll travel in quietly on the Orient Express.”

  “Very well.” You nod and turn to leave.

  “Agent 69!” N barks. “This time you will not be working alone. We are cooperating with our friends in Russian Intelligence to bring about a swift resolution to this crisis. You will rendezvous with their best agent, Anya Suchova. She will meet you on the train in Vienna, where you will travel undercover as Mr and Mrs Somerset.” You fail to suppress a smile which is not missed by N, who glares at you before continuing. “Go to Istanbul, meet our contact in the city and follow up on any leads he might have.”

  “Understood.” You reply, turning to leave.

  “Good luck Hazard.” N adds as you push the leather upholstered door open.

  “You seemed to be in there a long time.” Miss Meriweather asks suspiciously from behind her desk.

  “N wanted to evaluate me.” You shrug. “It was a more thorough evaluation than anticipated.” You add with a coy smile. Miss Meriweather’s eyes narrow as you confirm what she no doubt suspected.

  “It’s been a while since I’ve been evaluated.” She sighs almost to herself as you turn to leave. “You’re away again already?” She frowns.

  “I’m afraid so.” You reply before flashing her a smile. “Though parting is such sweet sorrow.” You add before leaving her office.

  Continue

  “Quite quaint travelling by train don’t you think?” You grin.

  “If you say so.” Anya replies reticently.

  “Yes, much more civilised than a plane.” You continue undeterred. “Comfortable seats, a bed to sleep in, proper meals and a fine view.” Your glance towards her holding her gaze just for a moment, long enough for her to blush.

  “I prefer air travel.” She replies. “You get to your destination much faster and have much less time enduring your fellow passengers.” Her lips curl up slightly at the corners as she delivers the riposte.

  “Why Mrs Somerset, you’ve never been one to suffer fools gladly.” You tell her.

  “I suppose our marriage is the exception to the rule.” She replies, her smile now much more obvious and genuine. Her eyes sparkle and her allure is amplified as the attractive but dour Russian is transformed before you.

  “A lapse I am only too happy to be the beneficiary of.” You reply, returning her smile. Perhaps disarmed by your self-deprecating humour, she unfolds her arms and turns slightly more towards you.

  “Perhaps I misjudged you.” She muses. “Perhaps you are not quite the arrogant, conceited hedonist our file would have us believe.”

  “Or perhaps I just hide it well.” You reply.

  “Well, we have all evening for me to find out.” She smiles, her eyes meeting yours. A loud knock at the door breaks the spell and you both look towards the source.

  “Tickets.” A voice rasps from outside. Something feels off, but before you can react, Anya has already got to her feet and opened the door. A ghostly pale, bald headed giant of a man fills the frame of the door, his red eyes gazing malevolently at you both. He reaches out with huge hands and grasps Anya by the throat, lifting her up off the floor. Her strangulated gasps fill the air and you realise you only have a moment to react.

  There’s a lamp to hand. Bludgeon the pale assassin

  He’s too big. Retrieve your gun from your case and shoot the giant albino

  “How about something to eat?” You ask Anya. “I hear the food served in the Restaurant car is actually rather good.” She glances at you suspiciously for a moment, perhaps trying to determine if you might have some ulterior motive before her expression softens and she nods. “Excellent.” You beam and get to your feet.

  You make your way down the narrow passageways and through adjoining carriages before reaching the Restaurant car. It is luxuriously appointed in an art deco style with rich mahogany panels and gleaming brass fixtures and fittings. A waiter in his brilliant white livery politely guides you to a table and you wait for Anya to be seated before sliding into the seat opposite. You order some wine and he returns moments later, opens a bottle and once you have tasted it, pours you both a glass. Having carefully placed the wine in an ornate silver ice bucket, the waiter leaves you with the menus.

  “Well, here’s to a successful trip to Istanbul.” You smile at Anya, raising your glass. She raises her own and the glasses touch with a barely audible clink.

  “This is strange for me.” She tells you. “I am used to working alone.”

  “I have worked with others on occasion,” You reply, sipping from your glass, “Though I prefer to work alone. Still,” You add, holding her gaze, “I can certainly see the benefits.” Anya blushes, but she quickly recovers.

  “Very smooth.” She smiles. “But don’t get too excited. Our marriage isn’t what it once was since I caught you with your secretary, so you will not be sharing my bed this evening.”

  “Mrs Somerset!” You reply aghast. “Have you still not found it in your heart to forgive me for such a momentary lapse?”

  “You will have to work very hard to earn my forgiveness.” She narrows her eyes, though a subtle smile plays at the corners of her mouth. “My mother warned me not to marry you.”

  “A very perceptive woman.” You grin. “To my wonderful mother-in-law.” You raise your glass again and Anya chuckles, clinking her glass against yours and taking another sip of wine. She sits back in her seat, eyeing you thoughtfully for a moment. The ice broken, her shoulders relax as the tension evaporates. You reach for the wine bottle and refill both your glasses.

  A couple of hours later, you have enjoyed a luxurious three course meal and enjoyed several glasses of fine wine and you are both feeling quite relaxed. Your initial impressions of Anya prove unfounded as she becomes quite conversational, albeit guarded on any subject that might be in any way sensitive. You drain the last of your wine as Anya does the same and rise together from the table. As you turn to leave, you see something out of the corner of your eye – a fleeting, almost ghostly presence from behind the window in the door at the far end of the Restaurant car. You focus your attention on the door but there is no one there.

  Investigate the apparition
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  Ignore it and return to your compartment

  “Just a moment.” You tell Anya, wishing you’d brought your trusty Walther P99 with you. You walk towards the door and cautiously slide it open. You step into the vestibule beyond, finding it empty. The Restaurant car is the last carriage on the train, so there is nothing but the night beyond it. You silently curse yourself for being so jumpy before noticing an open window in the external door. You move towards it, the wind howling in your ears as you crane your head through it.

  “What are you doing?” Anya asks.

  “I thought I saw someone lurking through the door.” You tell her, noticing some steel rungs fixed into the side of the carriage.

  “Probably the train guard.” She suggests.

  “Not unless he enjoys train surfing between checking tickets.” You tell her. “Take a look.” You step back and she takes your place, leaning out of the window. As she does, a huge deathly white hand reaches down and grasps her by the neck, wrenching her out through the window.

  “Anya!” You cry out, flailing for her through the window and succeeding only in grasping an expensive looking stiletto heeled shoe. You quickly climb out of the window and grasp the ladder, hauling yourself across and scrambling up the side of the train. The wind is howling all around you as the train thunders on through the night. You clamber onto the roof and look along the train. The assailant, a bald headed giant of a man is just ahead, grappling with a struggling Anya. Dwarfed by his tall, thickset frame, she is clearly no match for him. You get to your feet, bracing yourself against the strong winds threatening to send you tumbling from the train and forge ahead.

  “James!” Anya cries out to you as she rains blows down on the giant attacker. He turns to face you and your eyes widen in surprise at his appearance. His skin is deathly white and his red eyes seem to bore into you. He roars in anger and throws Anya to the floor, her head hitting the train roof with an impact that makes you wince.