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No. 1035
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Female version, just for you pervs.
Many thanks to Gabriel for helping me.
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It is almost 10pm. You curse at yourself, at your shift going overtime, of all nights for things to go wrong, as you hurriedly try to open your door. Tonight was supposed to be a special night because you were supposed to go out to meet Spy.
Eventually you get your door opened. Then you flip on a light, but as you are about to hang up your jacket you see something, or more precisely, someone, on your chair. The jacket promptly falls to the floor.
It is Spy.
Seeing Spy himself would not cause you to become completely awestruck; this is not your first meeting. No, it is body language, or rather, his body position; he isn’t really sitting on the chair, more like lying across it, one leg hanging over an armrest. He is smoking, of course, but what really mesmerized you is that his shirt was open, completely open, his tie undone, his surprisingly muscular torso revealed. He is buffer than you though he would be. His pants are also unbuttoned and looked like they are pulled down a little bit, revealing his defined hip lines…
Spy took a small drag, his almost lazy eyes seeming to just notice your presence. If you weren’t so captivated you would’ve noticed the tiniest formation of a satisfied grin on his face.
“You are late,” he flatly commented, breathing out smoke.
You nod lamely in response, still staring at the incredibly hot body in front of you. Then you realize that with his other hand Spy was ushering you closer. As you took your first step you realize that you’ve been holding your breath until now.
Carefully approaching Spy, you wonder what his intentions are. When you approach within his reaching distance, suddenly he grabs one of your hands. He was not rough, however, as he then proceeded to place your hand right onto one of his pecs, brushing aside his tie.
You gasp as you felt the muscle underneath ripple when he released his grip. His skin was also smooth and soft. You look at Spy, wondering what was going on; he looks back at you with inviting eyes. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears; does he know what you’ve been fantasizing about all this time? Slowly you trail your hand across Spy’s chest, touching and lightly squeezing his musculature. Your other hand follows shortly, starting at Spy’s lean flat stomach and slowly running up.
Spy nonchalantly takes another drag out of his cigarette as you explore his body, keeping his arms away from his torso, clearly pleased that you are under his spell. Not that you would have noticed, so enchanted by every crevice, dimple, and curve underneath your hands. Your hands then run over his nipples, Spy hitching his breath every so slightly under you touch.
He takes one more drag before putting out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray along with five other stubs and continues to watch you explore his musculature. Meanwhile your hands continue to run up and down his sides, gliding over lean muscle, then his abdominal plains. You could feel his breathing and his strong heartbeat through you hands.
Once again your hands reach his nipples, but this time you give them a light pinch. Spy audibly gasped at the sensation this time. It turns out he has very sensitive nipples; you make a mental note of this for later. Then you once again notice that his pants were open and lowered; your hands follow your eyes as they traveled across those fine hips. You briefly wonder how far Spy is willing to let you go. Then you decide that it must be pretty damn far if he has gone through the trouble of waiting for you for so long with an open shirt. Carefully, you wiggle your fingertips underneath his underwear…
But suddenly he grabs both of your hands with his hands and before you can even react, he has taken off his tie and bound your wrists together.
“Wh-what are you doing!” you sputter, looking up at Spy’s lecherous grin.
“I ‘ave waited over two hours at the restaurant,” Spy levelly replies, “I believe some payback is in order, no?”
Before you can reply he pushed himself up onto his feet and proceeded to drag you to your bedroom. He was strong, able to keep you under control, and yet still be gentle about it. He was also quick; just as both of you reached your room he throws you onto your bed and deftly ties up your hands against the middle of your bed frame above your head.
You try out the knots by struggling. “Don’t bother, cherie,” Spy advised, taking off his shirt. “I am an expert at zis sort of thing, you know.” And he was right; there was no way you could get out of his bindings. It looks incredibly secure, and yet it wasn’t uncomfortable. You turn to face Spy, surprised that he is suddenly straddling you.
“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” you lamely ask. Surely he wouldn’t hurt a woman, would he…?
“Two hours,” he emphasized, his weight on your stomach as he takes off his gloves. The mask stays on, of course, and you can only watch as Spy prepares himself to do whatever he is going to do. “I am going to salvage an otherwise wasted night, no?”
You nod, not quite understanding what he means. With his now ungloved hands he grabs your chin and forces your head to face him. “I surely ‘ope you will behave,” Spy warned with an evil smile; you can smell the smoke on his breath.
The situation is out of your hands at this point, not to mention Spy was also quite heavy, keeping you pinned to the bed as well. Yet with the moonlight filtering through your window you can see his amazing body, flexing and moving like a cat with every motion.
And you can’t help but feel incredibly turned on.
Just as you had that thought you feel a hand go up your shirt, his strong smooth hands gently massaging your body as he goes further and further up. Then he cups one breast and squeezes the nipple, causing you to squeak.
Spy chuckled, liking your reaction. “It seems like I am not the only one that is sensitive.” He pinched your nipple again, this time a bit harder.
“Ah!”
Now both of Spy’s hands are on your body, groping and massaging you breasts, special attention give to your sensitive nipples as he pinched and prodded them, causing you to squirm and squeal. All the while you can feel a tingling sensation in your loins, and before long your gasps become moans.
Spy continues to play with your reactions. “You like this, yes?” Then he lifts up your shirt, deftly undoes your bra, and leans down to lick one of your now sensitized nipples, slowly taking it into his mouth. A moan escapes your lips as he gently sucks. Another moan escapes your lips, then a grunt as he suddenly nibbles on it. He licks his lips than continues the same treatment with your other nipple. You had never known how erotic your nipples are until now as Spy continues to nibble and suckle those sensitive areas.
Through all the teasing and sucking you suddenly realize that you feel a little wetness in your pants, causing you to flush even more than before; his ability to arouse you was impeccable. After a bit more playing Spy stops and looks at you. “It is my turn now,” he cryptically said as he leans forward, his torso now right in front of your face.
You hesitate, now face to face with Spy’s chest. “You know what to do,” he commands. Tentatively, you stick your tongue out and give one nipple a gentle lick. “Mmm, yes…” He smells and tastes of expensive cologne, and you gave another more purposeful lick as Spy response with a satisfied moan. You continue to suckle and nibble in the same fashion Spy has done, arousing low moans and sighs coming out of the man in front of you. He then shifts a bit, giving you his other nipple to treat. You could feel something hard forming against your body as you continued to lick and suck those delicious nipples.
“Mmmnnh, that was good…” Spy sighed contently, moving back toward your feet now. Suddenly you feel a breeze when you realize that you are now without pants.
“H-hey!” you try to protest, but you are immediately cut off when Spy suddenly used his fingers to rub your clit.
Spy chuckled; you can feel his breath against your pussy, and you held your breath in anticipation. He knew exactly how to tease you, and with a playful grin he opened you up and lightly licked the tip of your clit, just to measure your reaction.
“O-oh god..!”
Obviously pleased, he takes a longer lick. You shudder at the sensation, moaning, begging for more.
“But of course cherie,” he coos as he slowly starts to eat you out. A long low moan escapes your mouth at the warm and wet sensations, and a groan escapes when you feel what Spy is doing with his tongue. Oh, how he knew how to use that tongue! It was pretty obvious that Spy has experience because you have never felt this good in your life. And Spy knew that, judging by all of the sounds you make, the small movements you make.
He even knows when to stop. Just as you were getting close to the edge, he stops. You whimper, thrashing a bit, demanding why he stopped. Spy only laughed. “Zat is not how it works now, cherie. You are mine now,” he explained as he stood on the bed, taking off his pants and underwear in one motion.
You can not help but stare at his revealed semi-hard member. “Do you like zis?” Spy proudly asked. You nodded weakly; you would probably choke if he decided to thrust that into your mouth. Spy knelt back down, straddling your chest, his cock now right in your face. “Show me what you can do.”
You whimper, but proceed to follow his command, adjusting your head so that you take the head of his cock into your mouth. A small groan is heard above you as you licked off the precum, which tasted bitter and salty at the same time. You continue using your tongue to massage the head, Spy moaning ever so slightly louder as he leans against the bed frame.
You then continue taking in more of his cock, bobbing your head back and forth. He groans, thrusting his hips into your mouth ever so slightly, forcing you to take in more and more of his cock. You moan, not sure how much more you can take in your mouth, as the thrusting get more and more forceful.
But Spy is aware of your difficulties. He then pulls out, his wet dick coated with your saliva. “Need a breather, mon ami?” he asks, brushing your hair aside. You nod, taking a deep breath. Yet you wanted more of that cock, and you stick out your tongue in anticipation, trying to lick the throbbing member in front of your face. Spy smiles, but instead holds up his cock and offers his balls. You take that in eagerly, suckling on each testicle, rolling them across your tongue, lapping up the salty taste. Spy moans, stroking himself lightly as you continue your work on his ballsack.
You still want more of his cock however, and you whimper in hopes that he will let you suck him. “Oh, you want more of this?” he teases, slapping his cock against your lips. You nod, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. “Do you want to see if you can take it all in?”
You nod again; anything to please Spy.
“Grunt if it is too much for you,” Spy said as he slowly inserted his dick into your eager open mouth. You could taste a fresh coating of precum on his cock, and you suck it off eagerly. He groans as he pushes further and further into your mouth. You do everything you can to not choke as his dick goes further and further in. You moan softly instead, trying to suppress your gag reflex as Spy’s dick reaches your throat.
And soon enough, you feel hair on your face. “Oh, mon dieu, zat is good…” he whimpered ever so slightly, slowly pulling out. You try to take it in again, this time on your own, and it becomes easier and easier as you continue to deep throat his hot throbbing member. You can hear Spy mutter something in French that you don’t understand, but judging from the sporadic grunts and moans they must be good things.
After a little while he pulls out, and you wonder why. Were you not good enough? His cock was still rock hard, from what you can tell, however, glistening in the low light. Spy then leans down again and gives you a light kiss on the lips.
“Zat was good, petite. But now I want the main prize…”
He was always so cryptic, you idly thought, never telling you what he is thinking in a straightforward manner. But it all suddenly becomes clear when Spy settles down between your legs, holding a condom.
He is going to fuck you.
You recoil a bit, tugging at your tied-up wrists, the though of having that monster of a dick in you, ripping you a new one. Spy then proceeds to put on the condom, prepping himself up. You whimper at the sight of Spy stroking his thick member, how much it is going to hurt. “Ze key is to relax,” Spy encourages while slowly sticking one finger in you. You could see his arm muscles working under the dim light.
“O-oooh…!” you moan, writhing against the sensation, feeling your pussy getting wet. You can feel Spy’s finger going deeper and deeper in you. He then slides it out once he is all in, then back out and in, each time you gasp in pleasure, causing you to get even wetter.
Spy chuckles at your reactions, obviously pleased. He then slowly inserts two fingers in, just to tease you. You moan at the additional stimulation, Spy watching your reactions as he continues to play with you, wriggling his fingers around your insides in ways that make you squirm and squeal. Reflexively you spread your legs out, taking it all in, signaling that you want more.
When he feels that you are sufficiently warmed up—which means you are begging for him to fuck you—he props himself up, positions your legs, and starts to insert his cock in. You groan loudly as that huge invading member initially stretches you out. He starts slowly, gliding his thumb over your knob to help you relax as he penetrates deeper and deeper into you, your moans growing louder and louder.
Spy himself is moaning between saying how tight you are, how good you feel around him, how sexy you look, how hard he is going to pound you…you are reduced to sputtering noises at this point, gripping onto your bed frame until your knuckles turn white, wanting Spy to fuck you hard and good. But Spy starts out slowly, thrusting at a steady rhythm in and out, relishing the feeling of you around his cock. Yet your vocal responses are more than incentive for him to ever so slightly quicken his pace.
You can see his muscles working under the dim light as he purposefully fucks you, rolling those lean hips into you, watching his abs contract with every thrust in, his arms flex as one hand works your clit, his chest ripple while holding your hips, his entire body a well-tuned machine, his purpose now to please both you and him. You continue to make your noises, your volume overpowering Spy’s by far yet enhancing Spy’s desire as you feel him slowly start to thrust into you and rub you harder, and harder, and harder...
Your head is banging against the headboard, but it doesn’t matter; Spy was grunting with every thrust he is giving you, waves of pleasure crashing inside your body. You hope that he will go on forever, fucking you right into the bed for all you care, just as long as this pleasure doesn’t ever stop. Never, ever stop…
But all of the stimulation was too much to contain, and soon enough you feel yourself flying over the edge, fireworks exploding in the back of your eyes as you orgasm like you never have before. Spy was still fucking you as you went blind with pleasure, but you can hear his grunt as he gives his last most forceful thrust into you before he follows suit, moaning loudly.
And right then everything goes black.
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You can hear your heart pounding in your chest. Then you can hear yourself breathing. Then you realize that you hear someone else breathing and feel a different heartbeat against your body. You then realize that Spy is lying right on top of you, breathing into your ear. Of which you then feel the weight of his body on top of you.
“…s-spy?”
Your cracked voice appears to have woken Spy up as he slowly props his head up to face you. “Ah, ma amour, zat was…very good, non?” he rhetorically asked in his own smooth voice. You nod weakly in response, a small smile on your face. He smiles back, then plants a deep kiss on your lips.
“Ah, I see zat I am still in you…” he casually remarks as he slowly pulls out. You groan as he slides his dick out, glistening with your juices. And after he takes off the condom and cleans up himself a bit, he got up, gathered up his clothes, and heads toward your door.
“W-wait, where are you going?” You were still tied to the bed.
He looked back, a twinkle in his eye, before leaving. “Next time you call me if you are going to be late, yes?”
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