The Assassin

OOC: Wolverine is in Cardiff after killing Declan O'Reilly, you are in Cardiff, looking to get laid...lol
 
Mr. Johnson

OOC: Sorry, QueenMab, I thought killing Declan would take longer. :) Don't you worry, I will have a good new assignment for you soon. I'm guessing...tell me if I'm wrong Wolverine...that I will give you guys assignments that overlap as you get closer to each other until...whatever. So go have some congratulatory sex. :)


IC: I slid Stephanie's thong to the ground as I undid my own trousers. Wet as she was, I slid halfway in from behind with the lightest of pushes. Stephanie responded by pushing back until our hips met. "This has to be quick, Steph, dear, I'm meeting my wife at 6, we have a dinner party to attend. " I reach around to massage her clit as I pumped her quickly from behind. Her moans brought me quickly to the edge of orgasm and when my fingers massaging her clit took her over the edge, I shot my wad deep inside her. Wordlessly we cleaned-up so I could leave the office. We shared a kiss as I readied to leave, "Why don't you come to the dinner party? The address is on my desk." As I head home, the radio in the car blared a story about Donegal's disgrace. "Gotta love that Queenie, she's effective!" I whistle a happy tune as I arrive home.
 
QueenMab:

It was always a tough choice. Between a long wild night with countless of men, and a slow passionate one with just one lucky soul, I went with the former. It's been a while since I've been fucked by more than one man.

The easy part was choosing my outfit - slutty, cheap, whorish, and totally sexy. The hard part, was finding the place. I decided to check out a local stripclub then.
 
Wolverine

She stopped panting and moaning long enough to grab his head and say, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
He didn't have to be asked twice, his cock sliced into her sopping pussy easily, and he didn't pause, just started pounding her box mercilessly. He lifted her up in his arms, so he was standing and she was resting in his arms and on his hard cock.
He leaned her back against a wall, hammering her pussy with his organ, She yelled with every thrust, clawing at his back with long fingernails.
Her yells took on a feverish pitch and his cock glistened with the shiny dew of her orgasm.
He didn't let up, relentlessly and wordlessly thrusting into her. She started almost screaming again and he deeply moaned, firing a gallon of cum it seemed into her clenching tunnel. Some of their mingled juices oozed around where his cock was still imbedded in her.
 
QueenMab:

At the door of the female stripclub, the bouncer gave me a lookover, and asked if I was working here. I gave him a looking over myself, and smiled. He would do for starters.

"Well if I said no, would you let me in? Or maybe the backdoor?" I asked, sliding my hands along his chest as I brought our faces close together.

......

I straightened my dress as I strutted into the bar, and a quick look around showed tables and tables of horny sex-starved males. Just what I needed.

Still feeling the bouncer's juices flowing from my ass, I sashayed my way to just below the stage, and took a glance at the woman desperately trying to dance to the music. I shook my head in disgust. At least if they wanted to do it, they should try to do it right.
 
Mr. Johnson

I stop at my home terminal before heading out to the dinner party. I send QueenMab a non-priority message:

--QueenMab--

--Excellent work, your private account has been suitable enriched.--

--I have a new assignment for you. Take several days off, but three days from now, Mr. Karl Humboldt will be arriving in Belfast. He is friendly to us. Rumors are flying that an extremist group of the IRA has purchased a contract on him while he is in Belfast for a two-day conference. Try to get close to him and try to keep him alive.--

--Your services have been extraordinary lately, this is why we have selected you for this most difficult mission. Your pay will be $750k, if successful.--

--Mr. Johnson--
 
QueenMab:

Everything seemed to stopped for a split second. The stripper was stunned, and dropped the clothes she was holding up. (which was of course followed by whistles) But the rest were more interested in me, this mysterious woman, who seemed neither a stripper nor one of those bunny-suited waitresses.

The soft spotlight shifted to me, and my features were there for all to see. In my tight pink tanktop and my black miniskirt, all my assets were accentuated, and I could hear talking from the audience.

To answer their question, I scanned the first few tables at the front of the stage, and picked out a handsome young man. I wondered what he was doing here anyway, but not that it mattered to me.

Pulling him on stage, I put his reluctant hands on both my hips, and started to sway them sensuously. As if right on cue, the DJ of the house re-started the music, and played a slow sexy number. Great choice.

I dragged my legs over his, pulling them up and down and I knew how my skirt would ride up inevitably. The benefits of first row seats.
 
Wolverine

After the sexual fest, he returned to his room and began moving money, $1 million here, $500,000 there. I was so close to being out. I checked to make sure there were no new messages for hits, and there were none.

But, I noticed a bit of a killing spree in Cardiff. Interesting. Low-level thugs being iced. I remembered those days.

I took a shower. Well, I woke Sally up and took a shower with her, with my cock in each of her orifices by the end of it. I sent her away and took a nap.
 
QueenMab:

It didn't take long for my pink top and miniskirt to go. The security in the club seemed stunned. My little act was totally uncalled for, but I had the crowd behind me, figuratively of course. I was a non-stripper, and yet I was arousing every single male in the club, including the guys at the back of the stage. In the bright flashing lights of the club, I could make out lots and lots of raging hard-ons. Just what I wanted.

I pushed myself away from the lucky guy I had chosen earlier, and everyone in the club must have thought the show was over, and that once again I was going to leave them with their boners in their pants. They were in for a surprise.

Instead, I lay on the hard floor, and spread my legs wide. It was unmistakable invitation, and the apprehensive man earlier didn't take long to get his pants off. Soon his hard cock was pistoning in and out of my wet pussy, and the entire crowd and pushed to the front to get a better look. They were going to get a piece of me.

The security guys rushed up, and tried to disengage us. But I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, forcing him deeper and deeper inside. Then when one of them got close enough, I skilfully unzipped his pants and had his cock in my hands in another moment. He was visibly aroused too. That was the end of the struggle.
 
Mr. Johnson

The party was like so many that I was forced to attend. The food was exquisite, the women breathtaking and dressed to kill, the house was huge, and I was bored out of my fucking skull. Until Stephanie arrived, that is. I was caught in this conversation with a man I hardly knew about his kids at college or some other damn thing (OK I wasn't really paying attention) when she arrived. I quickly begged out of the conversation saying I needed to refresh my drink. Steph was wearing a tight forest green dress that showed off her curves. I met her eye and motioned her to meet me at the bar. Glancing around the room, I looked for my wife. Then I noticed her over at the bar, showing some leg to the young bartender. My wife had a bit of a sexual appetite herself. My wife had worn her long silver dress. It had a slit cut on both sides almost to her hip so when she sat down she could provide an eyeful if she wanted. And she usually wanted. As I approached the bar, she adjusted her dress to cover more of her leg. I came up to her and kissed her on the lips. "Honey, you know Stephanie, from my office." My wife turned and Steph gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Dear," my wife said, "Is that how you have your friends treat your wife?" With that she reached behind Steph's head and pulled her in for what was obviously a nice french kiss.
 
Wolverine

Still nothing from my contacts. Very unusual. Most times, I couldn't beat them off with a stick, and now this somewhat tiresome dry spell.

No matter.

I headed for a night club, hoping to toss a few back and catch some sports scores, and see what was out and about.

Fortunately, I arrived just in time to see this pair of exotic beauties make their way into the bar ahead of me. They swiveled over to the bar, getting the appropriate looks in their hot pants and crop tops. One was a blonde in Blue pants and a white crop top that barely covered her massive jugs. The brunette was wearing black pants and a red top. he tits were perky, but her washboard stomach was impressive.

After buying their first couple of drinks, we were in a cab back to my suite. The blonde had her lips devouring my rock-hard cock, while I made out with the brunette, my fingers dancing through her bald pussy.
 
QueenMab:

I sauntered to the back of the stage as the crowd started to disperse. I was still stark naked, with my clothes in a bundle in my right hand, and my other hand trying to wipe my face clean (of come of course). The men were satisfied, very apparently, and thick coat of creamy white cum all over my body was testament to that. It was as if I had just showered in hot jizz.

Finally making sure that my face was clear of cum, I first pulled my miniskirt on, and then my tight pink top. Both materials stuck to my skin tightly, a result of the thick come all over me. I must have been some sight.

To prevent any further commotion, I opted to leave via the backdoor. It was there when I met the bouncer for the second time in the night, and probably the last time ever. I thanked him by giving him a long hard kiss, and he eagerly accepted it, not minding one bit the aftertaste of cum still lingering in my mouth.

"You were great," was all he said as I turned and walked into the shadows of the backalley, and out of their lives forever.
 
Wolverine

After tipping the driver none to well (seeing as how he got a fre show) we rushed up to my room, where I found myself after a few minutes with both of the ladies on all fours in front of me, and me taking a few strokes in the blonde's pussy, then a few in the brunette's. Both ladies had their tongues down each other's throats and a spare hand on their breasts.

I kept hammering them hard from behind, and they squealed and grunted their appreciation. I started working a thumb into each of their assholes, knowing that would the final resting place for a load of cum.
 
Mr. Johnson

Flash Forward:

When I awoke the following morning, there was an urgent message waiting for me upon my arrival at work. They had gotten some information on the last known location of Opium and Poppy--they were seen in Belfast as late as last night. I quickly passed the information down to Wolverine. I hoped he could take this job.

Flash Back:

Stephanie was clearly caught by surprise by this unexected show of affection from my wife, but I had told my wife weeks ago about Stephanie and she was excited to get together with her. I didn't tell Steph about my wife, I thought it would be an interesting encounter. After finishing the kiss, Juli grinned up at Steph. "Shall we see what sort of rooms they have in this house?" Juli grabbed Stpeh's hand before she could answer and with a wink for the bartender, started dragging her up the stairs. What could I do but follow?
 
Wolverine

I worked my hard cock deep into the blonde's tight ass, and she groaned and squirmed while her friend licked and sucked her nipples and said, "You can take it all, sugar, I know,"
I grunted, since she was so very tight. I already worked two fingers in and out of her steaming pussy to alleviate some of the pressure. Little by little, she was relaxing.
Soon, I was slamming her ass with abandon and she was squealing in delight, yelling "Fuck me, fuck me harder, please!" with every thrust.

About two hours later, I checked my computer. Opium and Poppy, huh?

I made plans to head for Belfast. Again.
 
Re: Mr. Johnson

Xantham said:

--QueenMab--

--Excellent work, your private account has been suitable enriched.--

--I have a new assignment for you. Take several days off, but three days from now, Mr. Karl Humboldt will be arriving in Belfast. He is friendly to us. Rumors are flying that an extremist group of the IRA has purchased a contract on him while he is in Belfast for a two-day conference. Try to get close to him and try to keep him alive.--

--Your services have been extraordinary lately, this is why we have selected you for this most difficult mission. Your pay will be $750k, if successful.--

--Mr. Johnson--

QueenMab:

I arrived at the Belfast airport, and checking the passenger lists of planes for the day, I finally find a Mr. Karl Humboldt on the evening arrival flight. That would leave me sometime to do some more checks on his biodata.

.....

Hacking into the national security files were easy, and once I got a pictorial of the man, I locked it into my memory. Rather handsome, I must say. At least this time round I would be trying to keep him alive, and not the other way round.
 
Mr. Johnson

Juli quickly found a bedroom and pulled Steph inside. Steph was clearly confused by what was going on, but she didn't appear to want to stop it either. I followed the two of them into the bedroom as my cock slowly hardened thinking of the fun to come. Juli wasted no time in preliminaries, apparently she wanted Steph pretty badly. In moments, Juli had Steph's little green dress in a pile on the ground and was feasting on her luscious tits. Wanting to help, I moved behind my wife and unzipped her dress so that she could shrug it off her shoulders. Underneath, she wore nothing. Steph still had on a pair of cute green lace underwear, that were sheer enough that I could make out her nicely trimmed pussy hair. She was enjoying the workover that Juli was performing on her tits and she unconsciously started rubbing the outside of her panties as a darker spot started to form.

My wife looked over to me, tearing herself away from Steph's breasts for the first time since entering the room. "Honey, you have far too many clothes on. How are you going to fuck us if you're not naked?"

Moments later, we were on the bed, Juli poised over my hard cock as Steph would trace her tongue from Juli's pussy to my cock as she fit us together. Steph continued to work on Juli's clit as she rode me slowly. The constant stimulation quickly brought my wife to a shuddering climax. She pulled off of me and rolled Steph over onto her back. "Now, baby, I want to watch you fuck the shit out of her."

A half-hour later with her green panties trying desperately to keep my cum from running down her legs, a well-fucked Stephanie, Juli and I went back down to the party.
 
QueenMab:

As I sat at the airport, I went through my possible courses of action. It didn't take long for me to decide on one, and in between I managed to get a hotel room next to the one Karl was staying in.

Looking at my wristwatch, it was almost seven. He should be here anytime soon.
 
Wolverine

I arrived in Belfast soon after and was off to the best hotel in town. I had to secure a couple of contacts in the area to help me track down the mysterious twins, Opium and Poppy. Sex would have to come later.
After a few hours traversing the bars and shelling out some money to the locals, I found that a pair of twins were frequently seen at a club called "Dunhill's Nine", but only on Friday. Two days. I needed more information, so I was going to go to the biochemical company they supposedly were stealing secrets from.
 
QueenMab:

When I first lay eyes on him in person, I realised he looked alot better in person. Amazing. In fact he was one of the best looking, if not the best target I've met. I felt a strong attraction towards him, but my sensible mind took over. I was on a mission.
 
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