Models: Brandi Love, Dorian Del Isla & Vanessa Decker
The two officers never knew what hit them. Snapping to attention when Agent Vixen entered the room, the man and the woman had only a brief moment to look confused as she held up a small mobile and then the room was filled with bright flickering light.
Approaching them with the screen held in front of her, Vixen looked her new sleeper agents up and down with a devious smile. The filters in the eyes of her bodysuit made her immune to the light’s effects, but the same could not be said of her unfortunate victims. The instant it washed over them the officers fell still. Arms falling to their sides and eyes distant, they looked straight ahead with impassive faces.
Vixen couldn’t resist: pocketing the hypnotic device, she slowly unbuttoned the woman’s shirt.
A few seconds later and the woman’s bra was exposed, but Vixen didn’t stop there. Reaching around, she deftly unhooked the clasp, and before it even hit the floor Vixen was groping her plump tits.
‘Oh, this is just too easy,’ Vixen grinned as the woman simply stood and accepted her advances. ‘It was Maria, wasn’t it? A very pretty name, my dear. But I think these tits are even prettier.’
Suddenly her attention snapped to Maria’s companion. ‘And you, Alexander, let’s see if your body is as tough as that handsome face of yours.’
Vixen’s fingers made short work of his shirt and soon his chest too was bare. He was broad and powerful, and Vixen found her fingers tracing the lines of his prominent muscles. ‘Oh, it is,’ she purred, savouring the heat of his skin on her new fingers.
It was still a little odd feeling the world through the bodysuit’s senses, but she was getting used to it. As far as the ship’s crew were concerned she was army major Natalia Novak, and she was aboard as part of a combined military-navy operation. In truth the real Major Novak was in the custody of Vixen’s superiors, and the bodysuit was the perfect disguise to help her spy behind enemy lines.
And now she had two hypnotised lackeys to aid in her mission.
Still, that didn’t mean she couldn’t put her new puppets to other uses. After all, though she had spent months preparing for her undercover mission, at no point had Vixen considered how fantastically fun this was going to be. And with their minds under her control, fun was all Agent Vixen could think about at that moment.
The room she had summoned them to was one of the minor loading bays at the back of the ship. The bay had no back wall but rather looked out upon the wide wake of the vessel, and when not at port it was invariably empty. It was the perfect place to take control of the two officers without interruption.
But now Vixen was grateful for the privacy for other reasons.
Slipping down her khaki skirt, Vixen kicked it to one side. Despite her middle age, Natalia Novak’s body was tight and erotic, and ever since first donning the bodysuit Vixen had found herself almost constantly horny. As such, she hadn’t worn underwear once during her mission, so now her exposed pussy twinkled like a deviant gem beneath the hem of her jacket.
‘Maria, darling, I think it’s about time you professed your devotion to your new goddess.’
Without hesitation the beautiful enemy officer sank to her knees, clasped Agent Vixen’s stocking-clad legs and pressed her face obediently to the spy’s flushed sex.
‘That’s it, gorgeous, feed on my perfect pussy.’ Vixen’s eyelids fluttered as she rested one hand on Maria’s glossy hair while using the other to lift the hem of her jacket out of the way. ‘Fuck… that feels so fucking good, you know that? And it’s not a bad view, either,’ she added, glancing down at Maria’s ass, the material of her skirt stretched taut over her rump as she bent over to worship Vixen’s cunt.
While Maria continued to eat her out Vixen found her mind beginning to drift. Pleasure in a bodysuit was as difficult to describe as it was to resist. It wasn’t like wearing an outfit, instead the bodysuit was like a part of her, an extension of her physical form. And yet it was also separate too, like oil on water. The overall result was that every sensation was doubled – first experienced through the bodysuit’s senses, then felt once again a heartbeat later by the woman inside. And when those sensations involved the passionate strokes of Maria’s lapping tongue plunging between Vixen’s saturated folds, the horny spy could only roll her hips against Maria’s face, eager for more.
‘I saw the way you looked at her on deck, you know.’ Vixen didn’t even look up when she spoke to Alexander, her gaze fixed instead on Maria’s rolling eyes. ‘How many times have you dreamed of her on her knees for you, I wonder? How many times have you imagined tearing off her uniform and taking her deep and hard? And how many times will you look at me with jealous eyes knowing I got to fuck this little bitch first?’
Vixen chuckled coldly, though she was careful not to raise her voice too high: the loading bay might have been private, but on a ship where everything was metal all sound carried easily.
Leaning in close enough that her lips brushed against his ear, Vixen whispered in a voice of pure seduction. ‘Maybe you should teach me a lesson for using your crush as my slut?’
Alexander moved with all the speed and power of a tiger erupting from the undergrowth. Vixen gasped as he pushed her hard against a large metal tank. Maria’s warm lips were suddenly absent from her sex, and she was filled a mixture of erotic anticipation and breathless denial that left her reeling.
Taking advantage of her disorientation Alexander’s strong hands pulled at Vixen’s clothes. In seconds he had tugged open her jacket and shirt. Like her pussy, Vixen’s tits were bare, though she was wearing a cupless bra, the black lace pushing her breasts up from beneath so that when her green tie fell across her chest it slid into deep cleavage. Then Alexander was pulling down his trousers and boxers, the contents within drawing a grin from the sultry spy.
‘My, my, watching Maria eat me out has got you excited, hasn’t it handsome?’
The next second Alexander was putting that excitement to good use.
Vixen couldn’t hold back the first moan that burst from her lips as the stud sheathed himself in her twinkling sex. The sensation of being fucked as both herself and Natalia simultaneously was a rush unlike anything she had ever experienced, yet by some miracle she managed to fight down the next groan that threatened to escape once he began to pump.
Raising one leg onto the base of the metal tank and hanging her hat on a pipe jutting from the side, she relished the flood of ecstasy roaring through her insides. Leaning over the tank she bit her lip in an effort to stay quiet, but then Alexander had seized her arm and twisted her around so her temple was resting against his brow. Her lips parted by the motion, Vixen could feel the muscles of her neck working to hold down the cries of euphoria she so desperately wanted to set free.
‘Yes… that’s it… good man,’ she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. ‘I can see why this wasn’t mentioned in the mission briefing. A girl could lose herself to pleasure like this. And with the power to make any hunk or hottie her puppet there’d be nothing to stop her satisfying all her naughtiest desires.’ The thought was like standing on the edge of a cliff above an endless void: if she jumped, Vixen knew there was no going back.
But she had her mission, and she intended to complete it. Fortunately, being behind enemy lines meant she’d been forced to go dark, so her superiors would never have to know about any erotic exploits she used her mind-controlling technology to indulge in. Besides, they’d never explicitly told her she couldn’t fuck every enemy officer she hypnotised. And once the mission was complete… well, the bodysuit’s outer appearance could be changed easily enough, and Vixen knew how to drop off the map. Then it would be just her, her bodysuit, and a whole world of hookups to hypnotise.
Though it took all her self-restraint to do so, Vixen stepped back from the cliff edge. For now she would be the fox amongst the chickens – it was why she’d been given the codename Vixen in the first place. But when that mission was complete she wouldn’t hesitate to become a weapon of mass seduction.
In the meantime, she had Alexander’s perfect cock to keep her satisfied. ‘Fuck me,’ she ordered.
And so he did.
Vixen lost track of how long she spent on the end of Alexander’s throbbing manhood. Over time biting back her groans became easier to manage, while the slap of his crotch against her plump ass was lost amongst the waves rolling against the ship’s hull. Her tits ached as they bounced with every powerful thrust and she came at least four times, each one shuddering through her body like an orgasmic earthquake.
All the while Maria stood motionless beside them, eyes forward, hands by her sides, oblivious to their passion.
Sadly, Vixen knew she couldn’t remain there forever. Sooner or later people would start to wonder where Major Novak had disappeared to, and that was a risk to her cover she could not allow. As such, after she came for a fifth time Vixen ordered Alexander to stop. Obeying without a word he unsheathed himself and took a step back, his twitching cock slick with her pussy nectar.
Vixen took a trembling breath as clarity seeped back through her sex-addled thoughts. But even as she did so, a wicked smile spread over her lips.
‘Just because I have to go back out there and play pretend, doesn’t means you two can’t enjoy yourselves while I’m gone.’ Looking directly at Alexander, she pointed to Maria. ‘Fuck her. Right now.’
Vixen watched with a grin as Alexander urgently drove Maria to her knees before whipping up her skirt, ripping off her panties and promptly taking her from behind. With one hand on her inner thigh and the other groping her tits, he filled the loading bay with the echoing slap of flesh on flesh once more, while Maria’s nubile body rippled enticingly under the sudden erotic onslaught. Ordered by Vixen not to moan, she could only reach up and hold Alexander’s head while he pummelled her eager pussy.
With the sounds of their depravity like music in her ears, Vixen leaned over to slip two hypnotic mobiles identical to her own into the pocket of Alexander’s discarded trousers.
‘Once you’ve finished here, I want you both to find your immediate superiors and show them the pretty lights. Bring them to my quarters this evening and we’ll show them the benefits of switching sides together.’
Vixen’s voice fell to a seductive whisper. ‘But don’t worry, there’s no need to rush things. From now on you’re both going to be my personal sex toys, so I don’t mind you getting a little practice in. But don’t go craving her cunt more than mine,’ Vixen added sharply, seizing Alexander’s collar. The officer barely seemed to notice as he continued to thrust, though she knew he’d heard every word.
His shirt still in hand, Vixen allowed herself to watch a little while longer. As she did so her eyes glittered with raw, unchecked mischief. ‘Oh yes, this is going to be very fun indeed…’
Thanks for reading!
Every now and then I’ll have a gallery I can’t resist writing a story for, yet when I come to actually do so the end result doesn’t excite me as much as I’d initially hoped. This is one such story. This gallery has been on my list for quite some time now, and with it being both a Brandi Love gallery and a Marc Dorcel scene, it was enticing enough for me to give a shot even though I didn’t have a particular idea in mind for it.
In the end, I think the final result is decent, it just doesn’t really push my buttons that much. Personally, I feel that’s because of the setting. For the most part the galleries I use allow for quite a bit of flexibility in terms of where I set the scene, however in galleries like this where there is a very clear theme (in this case military/naval) I find that rather limiting when it comes to idea generation. And since I’m the kind of writer who can’t help but focus on the details, when a scene does have a particular theme I have a habit of getting bogged down in that to the detriment of the rest of the story. While I feel I avoided getting too tangled up in things with this one, I do kind of wish the military theme wasn’t present as it felt too restrictive for me to really let loose.
Having said all that, I never intend to withhold any of my stories. I know some writers will write a piece and then be so unhappy with it they never let it see the light of day, but that’s not a practice I apply to my work. I fully recognise that while I have my own preferences, so do my readers, so even if this isn’t top of my list of favourite stories that doesn’t mean somebody else won’t really enjoy it. As such, I will always edit all my stories with the same level of care to ensure they’re all just as fun to read, no matter my personal opinions on them.
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