“Did the Earth move for you?” You quip. Bérénice glances over her shoulder and rolls her eyes at you before climbing off Kruger and pressing her lips tenderly to yours. Kruger’s eyes are fixed on the exhaust trail of the missile as it begins its short and deadly journey, but in the fog of post orgasmic bliss, the fate of a city barely registers. Your thoughts instead are fixed on the beautiful, naked woman in your arms and the numerous debauched pleasures to come.
THE END
Having taken a darker path, you’re not about to concern yourself with Bérénice’s needs. Her eyes gaze up at you pleadingly, but you ignore her, smiling cruelly, her desperate need for relief driving you towards your climax. You groan with pleasure, your balls tightening as you feel yourself closing in. Bérénice abruptly pulls her lips from your cock, switching back to Kruger. Wondering if she is exacting a modicum of revenge, you stifle a groan of frustration and watch as she stretches her lips back around Kruger’s thick shaft. His low grunts suggest that he too is closing on his own climax and her pumping hand keeps you on the edge of yours. She pulls Kruger’s cock from her mouth and grins wickedly up at the pair of you.
“You’re both so close aren’t you?” She purrs, continuing to pump both your cocks. “Where do you want to come?” Kruger looks across at you and shrugs.
Come in her mouth
Come on her face
“I think we should come all over your pretty face.” You tell her through gritted teeth as you desperately stave off your climax. Bérénice’s eyes widen and she smiles broadly, pumping you both harder, clearly excited at the prospect.
“Yes, yes!” Kruger grunts as she guides your cocks closer to her upturned face. With a guttural groan of release, you reach your climax moments before Kruger, your cock twitching in her hand and sending a thick stream of creamy come across her right cheek. She squeals with delight just as Kruger lets out a roar as his thick cock erupts into her face. You moan with pleasure at the heady cocktail of sight and sensation as your shaft pulses again and again in her grasp. Bérénice gleefully pumps your spurting cocks until her entire face is dripping with your combined seed, the pearly white fluid trickling down from her forehead and cheeks while a few errant globs have splattered onto the tops of her breasts and into her dark brown hair. She smiles up at you, her hands still gently pumping you both as the last of your seed oozes from the tips and dribbles over her fingers.
“Just an appetiser of the exotic pleasures you will enjoy working for me Mr Hazard.” Kruger tells you as you both catch your breath. At that moment, you feel the floor tremble beneath your feet as the first missile launches from its silo. You glance up through the glass dome, watching as the missile streaks into the sky, leaving thick black smoke in its wake. Your stomach churns as you have a moment of clarity at what you have allowed to happen.
“You will not regret your decision.” Kruger adds, perhaps seeing a shadow of doubt crossing your face. “The world will be a better place with my influence. You, your bank balance and your legendary libido will be among the beneficiaries.” As if to reinforce the point, Bérénice leans forward and gives your wilting cock a playful suck, promising that this impromptu tryst will be far from a one off.
THE END
“I want to come in your mouth.” You tell her, delirious with lust and desire. Bérénice grins up at you before taking you into her mouth and passionately sucking your cock as she takes you over the edge. You feel your balls convulse as they tighten and pump your seed up your length. You grunt with pleasure as you explode into her mouth, her lips locking tightly around the crown as your hips jerk with each powerful eruption. Her hazel eyes are fixed on yours and her cheeks cave in as she enthusiastically sucks the come from your spurting cock. You groan with each pulse, filling her mouth with your creamy seed before finally sated, you stagger back, your cock slipping from her lips. Bérénice flashes you a come coated smile, a droplet of the pearly white fluid trickling down her chin. You groan as she tips back her head and greedily gulps down your come.
“Délicieuse.” She smiles, theatrically licking her lips before turning to Kruger. Perhaps thrilled at the sight of you filling his mistress’s mouth with your seed, Kruger’s face is flushed and you realise he is also on the very brink. Bérénice guides him back towards her mouth, but he pulls his cock from her grasp and begins to stroke it himself standing over her. Intuitively, she presses her bra clad breasts together and grins up at him, the droplet of your seed still clinging to her chin. He lets out a roar of release and you watch as his thick cock pulses in his grasp, shooting thick ropes of creamy come all over her chest. Bérénice moans with delight as his seed splatters all over the tops of her breasts, dribbling down into her cleavage and trickling over the lacy fabric of the cups of her bra. As his climax begins to wane, she leans forward and takes the tip of his cock into her mouth, sucking the final weaker spurts from him.
“Thank you my dear.” He tells her breathlessly as he pulls his cock free of her lips. “Sometimes it’s good to be bad is it not Mr Hazard?” He adds with a smirk.
“I’m beginning to see the benefits.” You grin, gazing down at Bérénice. She smiles up at you both, proudly displaying her come splattered chest. At that moment you feel the floor tremble beneath your feet. You glance up through the transparent walls of the dome, your eyes widening at the sight of the first missile streaking up into the sky, a thick plume of smoke in its wake.
“If you have anything important to say to anyone in Washington DC, now is the time.” Kruger grins at you as he reaches for his clothes. You feel a sharp pang of guilt as Elise West’s face flashes through your mind. You hope that the President’s daughter is far from the White House…
THE END
You lean forward and press your lips to hers. Bérénice moans with delight as you finally acquiesce, kissing you back, her tongue darting hungrily into your mouth.
“Oh James.” She groans as your hands grasp her hips, pulling her body to yours. Your hands slip around her waist and down to squeeze her firm buttocks through the luxurious silky fabric of the dress. You smile to yourself as you detect the absence of any underwear. She moans into your mouth as you caress her while her own hands slide down to caress your muscular chest through your shirt before beginning to unbutton it. You slide your hands up past her slender waist and cup her breasts, feeling her nipples harden through her dress. You kiss your way from her lips to her throat, the faint scent of her perfume in your nostrils. She pulls your shirt open and slips it off your shoulders. As you nuzzle at her throat, your eyes flick up, glancing past her shoulder towards the timer on the wall. 24:02. Your eyes widen, scarcely able to believe you are doing this with the fate of the world in the balance.
“I hate to rush this.” You murmur, sliding your lips up to her ear. “Why not cancel the launch now. We can deal with Kruger and then spend the rest of the day in bed.”
“No, no, Monsieur Hazard.” She chuckles, her hands unbuckling your trousers and pulling at the zip on your fly. “You must satisfy me first.” Worth a try. You kiss your way down the side of her neck down to the soft skin of her shoulder and further down to the tops of her breasts. She lets out a throaty moan as her hands tug your trousers and underpants down in one go, your hardening cock catching momentarily on the waistband before springing free. You feel the warmth of her fingers around it as she grasps your shaft, murmuring her approval and making you gasp as she begins to slowly pump her hand up and down.
“I need you inside me.” She tells you, her voice thick with desire, hopping up onto the edge of the console and parting her legs, the blue satin dress riding up her tanned thighs.
Enter her
Go down on her
“I’d rather taste you.” You reply, gazing down at her slender legs, the hem of her dress tantalisingly high on her exposed thighs.
“I think I can live with that.” Bérénice purrs, a subtle smile playing on her lips as she spreads her legs wider in anticipation. You drop to your knees befo
re her and pull her hips towards you making her gasp with excitement. You pull the hem of her dress up to her waist and gaze at her pussy just inches before you. Her lips are dilated and moist with her arousal and you eagerly lower your head between her thighs, her feminine musk intoxicating as you press your tongue into her juicy folds. She squeals with delight as you flick the tip up to her sensitive clit, gently lapping at it as her hands caress your head, encouraging you.
“Mmmm, that feels so good!” She sighs, hidden from view by a veil of flimsy blue fabric as the hem of her dress slips back down her thighs and over your head. You smile, enjoying the taste of her arousal, enthusiastically lapping at her slit as she urges you on with words of encouragement, slipping into French as she becomes increasingly excited. You alternate between lashing your tongue between her puffy labia and teasing her clit with the tip. Bérénice moans softly as she squirms on the edge of the control console, luxuriating in the sensations you are inducing in her. Your hands grip her hips tightly as you thrust your tongue deeply inside her before slipping it back up to her clit. As your tongue dances on the sensitive little nub, her breathing becomes increasingly uneven, coming in sharp little gasps. Realising that she is on the brink, you increase the pace, feeling her hands tighten their grip on your head in response until she is almost suffocating you against her sodden pussy. Her gasps become pants and with a final rasping shriek of release, she reaches her climax. You hold your tongue against her quivering clitoris as her body trembles with each wave of pleasure radiating out from it. As her orgasm passes, Bérénice lets out a final deep shuddering sigh of satisfaction and relaxes her hold on your head. You pull away from her drenched slit and climb back to your feet, surreptitiously wiping her juices from your chin. You glance at the timer on the wall. 10:34. You smile smugly to yourself, impressed at your own sexual prowess to have brought her to her climax with over ten minutes spare.
“Well, now we’ve scratched that particular itch, there’s half a million people in DC that would appreciate us halting this countdown.”
“Not yet monsieur.” Bérénice replies, her eyes still heavy lidded from her climax. “We still have to satisfy you.”
“There’ll be plenty of time for that later.” You smile.
“No, I insist.” She tells you firmly, her hazel eyes flicking open and meeting yours. There is a coldness in her eyes that immediately convinces you that she is deadly serious. You realise that while Kruger is clearly psychotic, Bérénice is a sociopath. You glance at the timer. 9:47.
“What did you have in mind?” You ask wearily, hoping you can perform with the lives of so many in the balance.
“Perhaps I should return the favour.” She purrs. “Or, maybe…” She turns around and bends over the console, the silky fabric of her blue dress stretched tightly over her firm buttocks, “You’d prefer to… how do you English say? ‘Give me a damn good seeing to’.”
Have Bérénice return the favour
Enter her from behind
Deciding on the later, you move behind Bérénice, glancing up at the timer. 8:33. Your anger at her manipulation of you boils over and you roughly yank the hem of the blue dress up over her buttocks. She gasps as her firm, tanned derriere is revealed to you. You guide your hard cock to her pussy which glistens with a mixture of your saliva and her juices and plunge into her. She stifles a moan as you grasp her hips and begin to thrust savagely into her. Your pulse races as you unleash your darker, feral side, glancing up at the timer and barely registering that you now have less than seven minutes as you continue to brutally drive into her with no regard for anything other than your own immediate gratification. Clearly aroused at this wild, animalistic fucking, Bérénice cries out with glee as you pound into her, her hands gripping the control console, bracing herself against your onslaught.
“Yes, yes, yes!” She cries out. “Fuck me! Fuck me like the filthy whore I am! Fuck me harder! Take me!” You clench your teeth and slam into her harder still, your anger driving you just as much as your own arousal. Bérénice glances over her shoulder, her hazel eyes filled with a wild lust. With her dishevelled hair and crumpled dress hoisted up over her waist, she is a far cry from the sophisticated and demure woman you first encountered at the Gala in Johannesburg.
“You like that don’t you?” You hiss, her body rocking forward each time you ram your cock into her. “You like to be fucked hard.”
“Yessss.” She groans breathlessly. You realise she is closing in on a second orgasm and your balls twitch in response as the thought drives you closer to your own.
“You’re just a filthy slut aren’t you?” You tell her. She just lets out a deep, guttural moan, no longer able to speak as your own words put her on the brink. Your seed is churning in your balls and with a loud grunt of release, you thrust deeply into her one last time as your come races up your shaft. Bérénice shrieks with pleasure as she feels your cock explode inside her, your twitching shaft pumping your thick, creamy come deep inside her hot pussy. Your climax is the catalyst for her own. Her arms give out and she slumps forward as a powerful orgasm sweeps through her body. Her little gasping moans join your deep grunts of ecstasy as you both climax together. As you pump the last of your seed into her, Bérénice’s climax also subsides, the brunette whimpering softly as she recovers from the shatteringly powerful orgasm. Your own needs satisfied, you abruptly pull out of her, Bérénice gasping with surprise at your sudden withdrawal from her raw body. It is her turn to glare angrily at you as she gingerly straightens and turns to face you.
“Now, cancel the launch!” You growl at her, glancing up at the timer. 00:13. She pouts indignantly and gazes at the controls in front of her for a moment before nonchalantly leaning forward and pressing a button at the top of the panel. The timer freezes at 00:04 and you breathe a deep sigh of relief.
“Happy?” She scowls.
“Ecstatic.” You snap, quickly pulling on your clothes, while Bérénice pulls the hem of her dress back down and runs her fingers through her dishevelled hair. You wrench a fire extinguisher from the wall and swing it into each control panel, the heavy cylinder crashing into the array of buttons and dials. The metallic thuds echo around the room until every single control station is smashed. With a grim smile of satisfaction you drop the cylinder and turn to Bérénice.
“Now, let’s finish this.” You tell her, striding from the control room.
Continue
You pull away slightly and grasp her exposed thighs. Bérénice gasps with excitement as you pull her towards you before sliding your hands up higher, raising the hem of her dress up to her waist. You gaze down at the neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair and the juicy folds of her pussy just beneath. Her eyes gaze down at your thick cock as you guide it between her thighs, softly biting her lower lip in anticipation. As you press the tip to her, her eyes close and she smiles broadly as you slip into her, moaning softly as your length disappears inside her.
“Yessss.” She breathes, her legs tightening around your thighs, pulling you in deeper. “Yes! Now fuck me!” You begin to thrust into her, your hands grasping her hips while her fingernails dig into your shoulders. As you build up a rhythm, driving into her increasingly vigorously, she begins to slide back over the console. You glance at all the controls behind her and hope that none of them are too important: To trigger Armageddon because of a wayward buttock cheek would be embarrassing…
“Qui est sensationnel!” She moans thickly, writhing with pleasure and oblivious to any potential danger. You glance behind her at the timer counting down to an all too real danger. 18:47. You grit your teeth and hope she is as aroused as she sounds. As you continue to pound into her, the timer ticking away second by precious second, you decide to push things along. You slip your cock from her, Bérénice crying out in frustration.
“Turn around.” You growl. She nods, eagerly turning her back to you and bending over the control console. The hem of her dress covers her buttocks, so you hoist it up to her waist, her tanned cheek
s revealed from beneath the thin blue fabric. You grasp your cock, sticky and wet with her juices and guide it back inside her, quickly finding your earlier rhythm. You lean forward, sliding a hand between her legs. Your fingers graze through the soft patch of pubic hair before finding her clitoris. She flinches as you begin to caress the sensitive little nub, letting out a guttural moan of pleasure as you begin to gently rub it.
“Oh yes, yes!” She pants, beginning to thrust her hips back against you. “Don’t stop! I’m so close!” You throw a glance at the timer. 12:59. You grin, confident that you’ll get there with time to spare. You slam your hips into hers, her body jerking forward with each thrust. Her panting grows increasingly intense and breathless until her body stiffens and she lets out a gasp of ecstasy, her body shuddering as she reaches her climax. You hold your cock deep inside, your relief nearly as intense as her cries of pleasure as her body convulses before you. She finally slumps forward onto the control console, shattered but utterly sated.
“That’s what I call performing under pressure.” You grin, slipping your cock from her pussy.
“Oui,” She replies breathlessly, glancing over her shoulder at you, her hazel eyes glazed and a sheen of perspiration on her brow, “Fantastique.”
“Still, much as I enjoy the afterglow, we ought to save the good people of Washington DC don’t you think?”
“Non.” Bérénice replies simply.
“What!” You reply, looking up at the timer which now reads 8:43.
“We need to satisfy you too.” She purrs, a glint in her eye.
“That’s not necessary!” You reply, your blood running cold.
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