“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” She glares back at you. You can’t help but smirk. The edges of Anya’s lips curl slightly and her eyes soften. “Though I did find it surprisingly exhilarating.” She admits. “Here.” She grasps your hand and thrusts it between her legs. Your fingers find her slit and you raise an eyebrow at her wetness before slipping them inside her.
“Oh yes!” She moans as your fingers squelch wetly inside her sodden hole, “Yes, make me come!” She gazes lustfully at you, her face still covered in thick white globs of your seed while her hands knead her breasts, fingers teasing and pinching her nipples. You pump your fingers into her faster and faster, her hips lifting off the bed to meet you.
“Touch my clit!” She moans, delirious with need. You reach between her legs with your other hand and find the little fleshy nub. As you begin to tease it with a fingertip, Anya’s moans turn to cries.
“Yes, yes, yes!” She shrieks before arching her back and falling silent for a moment as she tenses up. Her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth falls open in a silent scream, her body bucking in ecstasy as she reaches her climax. She lets out a long wheezing gasp of pleasure as her body trembles with each wave of her orgasm until finally sated, she relaxes, her chest heaving and her come streaked face flushed. Her eyes flick open, meeting yours and she smiles up at you.
“You have redeemed yourself.” She pants, wiping her face with the edge of a sheet before reaching for you.
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You rapidly stroke your cock, your eyes fixed on Anya’s beautiful breasts as she presses them together, presenting them to you. You let out a long guttural groan of pleasure as you feel the come race up your shaft and erupt from the tip, splashing across her throat and the underside of her chin. Anya giggles with delight as your cock twitches again, thick creamy come splattering across the tops of her breasts and trickling into her cleavage. You grunt as you aim further spurts across her nipples before the last couple of weaker eruptions trickle down your fingers.
“Looks like you needed that.” Anya grins, surveying her come splattered breasts with satisfaction. You nod dumbly, releasing your softening cock from your grasp. She takes your hand and guides it to her lips. Her pale blue eyes meet yours, holding your gaze as she takes each finger into her mouth in turn, sucking your come from each digit.
“Not bad.” She comments. “Perhaps I should have swallowed your come instead.”
“There’s always next time.” You grin cockily, climbing off her and lying beside her.
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“I’ve always enjoyed slipping into Russia.” You grin, climbing between her open thighs and guiding your cock to the dewy lips of her pussy.
“You English and your double entendres.” Anya replies, rolling her eyes before smiling up at you, her body pale in the moonlight shining in through the train window. Her mouth drops open as you press the head of your shaft between her labia, sinking easily inside her moist pussy. You both gasp in unison as you plunge into her velvety depths, her long legs wrapping around your thighs and pulling you deep inside her. You lean forward, your lips finding hers and kissing her passionately as you begin to thrust in and out of her. Her hands reach for you, her fingers sliding through your hair as your bodies mould together.
“Yes, fuck me!” She hisses in your ear as you find a rhythm. Her hands slide down to your back and her fingernails dig into your flesh as you pound into her. Your breathless gasps fill the compartment as you both frantically work towards your climaxes. You can feel a tightening in your loins as you close in on yours. You try to slow your pace, but Anya has other ideas, controlling the pace with her strong thighs as she pulls you into her again and again, her nails raking down your back and her gasps becoming moans of pleasure as she nears her own climax.
“Yes, yes, yes!” She cries out, throwing back her head and tensing beneath you as she reaches her orgasm. “Ugghhhh!” Her body convulses as pleasure surges through her body, her cries of ecstasy deafening in the confines of the compartment. Her pussy quivers around your cock and you can hold off no longer, your own roar of release joining her shrieks of passion as you climax together. Your balls twitch with each pulse as you explode inside her, filling her pussy with your thick, creamy come. Your own climax seems to amplify Anya’s and her cries seem to go up an octave as her clenching pussy milks the come from your balls. Finally as your climaxes fade, you both relax, panting as you catch your breath, your bodies moist with perspiration. Anya unclamps her legs from your thighs and slides her hands from your back.
“Is that what they mean by wedded bliss?” She smiles up at you.
“It’s certainly been a pleasure, Mrs Somerset.” You grin as you slip from her and roll onto the bed next to her. As you take her in your arms, you gaze at the moon shining in through the window, the glass now covered in a film of condensation.
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As you lie together in the afterglow, Anya’s head resting against your chest, you listen to her soft, regular breathing and for a moment you wonder if she has dropped off to sleep.
“This changes nothing.” She murmurs. “When we arrive in Istanbul, we will carry out our mission with utmost professionalism.”
“Naturally.” You grin.
“Our superiors need not know what happened this evening.” She adds.
“I shall endeavour to omit it from my official report.” You reply. She glances up at you, glaring at you in the moonlight.
“I’m serious.”
“I might need a little more persuading in the morning.” You smile. Her eyes narrow before the moonlight reflects off her teeth, her smile betraying her true feelings.
“We shall see.” She purrs before rolling away from you as you both drift off to sleep.
At noon the next day, the train pulls into the bustling Sirkeci Terminal in Istanbul. You disembark and turn to help her down from the train.
“Such a gentleman.” She comments wryly. “At least in public.” She grins before moving her lips close to your ear. “You know what you did to me this morning is illegal in many countries, including this one if I’m not mistaken.”
“Then I suppose I had better omit that from my official report too.” You grin roguishly.
An hour later, you make your way through the Grand bazaar, the market stalls bustling with activity as you make your way through the busy covered streets, the vaulted ceilings keeping in the noise of the crowded lanes and the strong aroma of scents and spices.
“I should work with you more often.” You whisper in Anya’s ear. “I’m practically invisible.” She glances around at all the traders staring back at her, the closest one leering at her with a yellow, gap-toothed grin on his face. She shoots him a look of distain before you continue on, weaving your way through the throng of traders and tourists before you feel a strong hand on your shoulder.
“You look a discerning gentleman sir.” A heavily accented voice booms in your ear. “Come, visit my stall. I give you very best price!” You glance over your shoulder at a stocky, moustachioed man, his thick black hair streaked with grey, his dark brown eyes gleaming at you.
“In London, you get what you pay for.” You reply carefully, recognising Hakan Emre, your contact at Outpost T, but observing the niceties.
“Then my stall will not disappoint.” He answers, his lips twitching in a smile beneath his bushy moustache.
“Lead on.” You reply, returning his smile.
You follow Hakan through the maze of stalls until he abruptly ducks into the darkened doorway of a particularly pungent spice stall. You follow him inside and down a winding stone staircase. You emerge into a large, brightly lit, bustling office with rows of desks. Screens and maps line the walls with satellite images and live feeds of current operations.
“Welcome to Turkish Intelligence.” Hakan smiles, gesturing grandly about him.
“Impressive.” You comment.
“Thank you.” He grins. “Step into my office and we can discuss your mis
sion.”
You step into a large office to one side, Hakan sitting down behind his desk and gesturing for you both to take a seat.
“Times have changed eh.” Hakan smiles across his desk at you both, his eyes settling on Anya. “When I first started in Intelligence, the thought of a Russian agent in here would be unthinkable. Now we are all friends.”
“Allies perhaps.” Anya replies coolly.
“As you say.” He shrugs. “Still, it is a pleasure to welcome you to my humble premises.” He smiles broadly beneath his bushy moustache and his eyes twinkle at the pretty Russian agent.
“Knock it off, you old charmer.” You grin good-naturedly, “She’s young enough to be your daughter.”
“An old man can dream.” He shrugs apologetically. “Shall we get down to business?”
“Please.” Anya replies.
“As you know, three days ago two missiles were stolen. They appear to have been transferred to a ship and transported across the Black sea to Istanbul. The last recorded position of the missiles was at the docks. The GPS pinpoints the location to a warehouse there. I’ve posted agents nearby and they have confirmed that nothing has left the warehouse since they arrived, so the missiles must still be there.”
“We should leave at once.” Anya tells you. “There is no time to lose.”
“I disagree.” Hakan says. “We should wait and slip in under cover of darkness.”
Go to the warehouse immediately
Wait until night has fallen
“Anya’s right,” You tell Hakan, “There’s no time to lose.”
“As you wish.” He shrugs, rising from behind his desk. “Come, follow me.” He leads you out of his office and through another door. Beyond it is a vast underground car park. You eye up a row of high performance sports cars, but Hakan leads you to a rather dull looking sedan.
“Do not fret my friend.” Hakan chuckles at your obvious disappointment. “She may not look like much, but it’s what is underneath that counts.” He adds with a wink before unlocking the doors.
“Here. I’ll drive.” You tell him, taking the keys and slipping into the driver’s seat. Hakan sits alongside you while Anya climbs into the back. You turn the key in the ignition and the engine roars to life. You gun the engine before pulling out of the bay with a screech of tires echoing around the car park before accelerating up the ramp and into the afternoon sunshine.
You drive slowly through the narrow and congested streets of central Istanbul. The buildings are an eclectic mixture of remnants of Roman and Ottoman architecture before giving way to modern streets as you leave the older part of the city. Finally, you climb a ramp and join a wide multilane highway, the traffic heavy but flowing. Glad to be free of the narrow lanes, you press your foot down, accelerating towards the docks. To one side, the sun reflects off the water of the Sea of Marmara and in the distance you can see the elaborate dome and six minarets of the Blue Mosque.
“I thought we might be followed, but we seem to have been lucky.” Hakan comments, gazing out of the window.
“I think you may have spoken too soon.” Anya replies grimly, gazing through the rear window. You glance over your shoulder, spotting two cars weaving through traffic behind you and rapidly closing. You put your foot down, the engine roaring as you pick up speed, cars flashing by as you try to outrun them. You glance up at the rear view mirror, grimacing as you realise that not only are the pursuing cars still there, but they are closing. The car jerks as one rams into the back of you and you fight with the steering wheel to keep control. Hakan leans forward and presses a button on the dashboard. A panel opens just above the gearstick and you glance at the controls beneath: Machine guns, Oil slick, wheel blades. You glance across at Hakan who grins proudly back at you. Decisions decisions…
Use machine guns
Use oil slick
Use wheel blades
You press the button for the wheel blades, leaning sideways and watching with satisfaction as razor sharp blades fold out from the wheels. They lock into position, the sun glinting off the rapidly spinning blades. Unfortunately, your pursuers have also spotted them and hang back, knowing better than to draw up alongside. You watch in horror in the rear view mirror as a gunman leans out of the window and takes aim at the tyres. A gunshot rings out and the car swerves across the road as the shredded tyre disintegrates. You fight for control, but at your speed it is hopeless. The car swings wildly across the road, clipping a truck and flipping into the air before crunching back down onto the road on its roof. On the edge of consciousness and hanging upside down in your seat, you hear a piercing air horn. Your eyes have just enough time to widen before a huge truck smashes into you, the car exploding in a ball of flame.
THE END
Go back a few moments and rethink your actions
You press the oil slick button and there is a hiss as a high pressure cylinder hidden beneath the rear of the car sprays the road behind you. You glance up at the rear view mirror, watching with satisfaction as one of the pursuing cars immediately loses grip, sliding all over the road before swinging wildly away and colliding with the side of a truck. There is a cacophony of blaring horns and the crunch of metal against metal as other cars swerve to avoid the carnage and smash into one another. Smoke billows out behind you and you allow yourself a smile of satisfaction. The smile is short lived as the remaining car skilfully weaves through the destruction, tires screeching before once again accelerating up behind you. This time warily keeping to one side, his engine roars as he rapidly draws level next to you.
“Quickly my friend.” Hakan urges you as a gunman leans out of the passenger window with a shotgun.
Use machine guns
Use wheel blades
You press the machine gun button and the road ahead is peppered with bullets in a deafening explosion of gunfire.
“Forward facing only James!” Hakan tells you. You grimace and glance sideways, realising it is already too late. The assailant with the shotgun grins maliciously before the muzzle flashes and the shell rips into you. You slump forward onto the wheel, the car swerving out of control and rolling over, your bodies thrown about like ragdolls before the car explodes in a huge fireball.
THE END
Go back a few moments and rethink your actions
You press the button for the machine guns. There is a deafening rapid clacking as the car sprays bullets ahead of you, tearing into the rear of an articulated lorry in front. It shreds the tires causing it to swing wildly across the road. You swerve and accelerate to avoid it, but one of the pursing cars is not quite so fortunate and ploughs into the back of it, exploding in a fireball behind you. The remaining car sweeps through the cloud of smoke and is bearing down on you again.
“Machine guns are forward facing only.” Hakan comments apologetically. “Still, seemed to do the trick.” You smile grimly, glancing in the rear view mirror as the remaining pursuing vehicle closes up right behind you.
Use oil slick
Use wheel blades
You press the button for the wheel blades, hearing a mechanical whirr and click as they lock into position on the outside of the wheel hubs. You violently swing the steering wheel, crunching into the side of the pursuing car, the razor sharp blades shredding its tyres. As the driver fights for control, the gunman loses his grip on the shotgun, the weapon bouncing on the tarmac behind you. You wrench the steering wheel again, the tyres screeching in protest before the jarring collision with your assailant finally sends him careering out of control, smashing into the wall of the highway.
“Brutal but effective.” You comment. Hakan nods and grins proudly as you accelerate away from the smoking carnage behind you.
If Anya is dead, go here
If Anya is with you, go here
You press the button for the oil slick and hear the high pressure hiss as oil is sprayed onto the road behind you. The remaining pursuing vehicle ploughs straight through it, swerving wildly one way and then the other, the driver fig
hting for control before the car flies into a high speed spin, smashing into the barriers at the side of the road.
“Very effective.” You tell Hakan.
“Thank you.” He grins proudly as you accelerate away from the smoking carnage behind you.
If Anya is dead, go here
If Anya is with you, go here
You arrive at the docks, the mass of huge cargo ships and broad, low warehouses stretching as far as the eye can see. You make your way along the dockside, the whole place a hive of activity as dock workers scurry about, shouting to each other to be heard over the constant whine of cranes travelling overhead as huge container ships are loaded or unloaded. There is the constant arrival and departure of ships ferrying their loads across the Black Sea or further afield to the Mediterranean and beyond. Most of the dockhands ignore you, though Anya receives a few lecherous looks.
“The warehouse is just at the end of this wharf.” Hakan tells you, gesturing ahead.
A few minutes later, you reach the large, squat building. The huge dockside shutter doors are shut and there are no workers or guards in evidence. You skirt around to the back of the warehouse and find another door. The three of you draw your guns, cautiously approaching it. Anya reaches out and tries the door handle.
“Locked.” She grimaces.
“Not for long.” You grin, pulling a small device from your pocket. You slide it into the lock and it whirrs for a moment before clicking. You turn it and the door opens. You flash Anya and Hakan a grin and step inside. The large interior is an area roughly the size of a football pitch with the vast shutter doors at the far end. A large crane hangs above the floor from runners which travel the length of the warehouse with a maintenance catwalk running along one side. Many of the lights are either broken or switched off meaning that beyond a pool of light in the centre of the room, the warehouse is cloaked in darkness. Besides a bit of debris in the centre of the warehouse, it seems to be completely empty. Your heart sinks as you realise that if the missiles were here, they certainly are not here now. The whole warehouse seems to be deserted, but you keep to the shadows as you sweep the building. Satisfied, you move into the centre of the room. As you step into the light, Anya drops to her knees studying the debris.
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