PART 1

My name is Tyler West, and I’m a secret agent in an agency that, frankly, no one knows exists. We won’t go into the details of what we do or how we exist, because I can’t. What I can tell you about is my experience in a recent case that I was working. It was an arms dealer that was moving massive amounts of heavy artillery into the Middle East and Russia. There was chatter beginning to come to us that he was also dealing in WMDs, which we had not experienced before in our line of work. At least not from an individual.

Now, a quick bit of information about me. I have the same routine of going to the gym on the way home from work. Today was no different. My routine consisted of fairly heavy weights and high reps. I’m not trying to get muscle bound, but I want to be strong. I go for a quick run when I finish that up and then I’m on my way home to shower.

That day was no different. I found my way home to my apartment, a new real estate development and a modern feel. As a secret agent, I have the habit of sweeping my apartment when I come in. It was clear. I made my way to the bedroom and went straight into the shower and noticed nothing out of place. I closed the master bathroom door behind me and got in the shower.

I showered, dried off, and walked into the bedroom carrying my towel and giving my hair a little extra drying.

“Hello, Agent West.” I heard a woman with a gentle British accent say from the corner of my dark bedroom.

I dropped my towel and immediately reached for my service weapon on my nightstand that I was passing by.

“Looking for this?” the accent asked.

The lamp in the corner flipped on to reveal a woman pointing my gun at me. It was hard to tell how tall she was because she was sitting in the leather armchair that I had in the corner. She wore a tight black mock turtleneck, black jeans, and black leather ankle boots with a small heel, maybe an inch. Her face was serious but beautiful. I could tell she was hispanic but it was hard to put a finger on the exact nationality. The dialect threw me off, her parents must have moved there when she was a child for her to have developed it. She wore dark red lipstick on her full lips. Her wavy hair fell just below her shoulders. The tightness of her black turtleneck revealed slight curves, I assumed a b-cup. She was built like an athlete, maybe soccer or track.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I believe you are looking for my father, which means you and I have business to attend to” she said sternly, the gun still pointed at my bare chest.

I knew exactly what she meant. At least, at the time I thought I did.

“Put these on,” she said, tossing me the handcuffs that she had taken from my nightstand, “behind your back,” she added.

I did as she said since I was in no position to try to take control of the situation.

“Lay down on your back on the bed.”

Again, I followed her instructions.

She walked over to the bedside. Her heels clip-clopping along the way. She took a bandana from her back pocket and tied it over my eyes as a blindfold.

I didn’t know what was about to happen. She had the extreme upper hand. I heard some light shuffling. My mind raced on how to get out of the situation but I couldn’t figure it out.

I felt the bed shift under her light weight. She was straddling me and I could tell that she was probably straddling my neck or face. Whatever torture she was about to administer, she was going to begin with my face or head.

“Eat,” she said.

With that she lowered her bare, smooth pussy onto my face. She caught me off guard. That was the last thing I expected.

I felt the gun push into the top of my head, “Eat me,” she demanded again.

I licked her slit from bottom to top, only stopping to focus on her clit. I heard her take a deep breath. I continued to work on her clit, her hips gently rocking on my face. I was getting into it as wrong as it may have been. She was moaning loudly now. She reached behind her and began to gently stroke my hard cock. I knew that I wasn’t the biggest guy around but I was above average at just over 7 inches.

I continued working on her clit as I felt her orgasm beginning to build. She was stroking me faster now, which was motivating to work harder on her. I could feel her wetness all around my mouth. I knew that she was getting close and really set in to flicking her clit with my tongue. I felt a gush of fluid on my face. That was enough to send me over the edge. I came hard. I felt my juices hit on my chest and down my stomach.

“That was amazing,” she said as she climbed off of me.

I heard more shuffling from beside the bed.

“Rollover,” she said.

I did as she said. She smacked my ass. Then she put my gun to my head again and put the keys to the handcuffs in my hand.

“Back on your back,” she demanded.

She fastened the handcuffs in front of me.

“I’ll be in touch,” She said, kissing my lips before taking the blindfold off and setting the key to the handcuffs on my nightstand.

I hear heels clip-clopping down the hallway. I struggled out of the handcuffs and pulled a backup pistol out of my dresser and hurried down the hallway to the front door. I got outside in time to see taillights make the turn at the corner.

I went back in and cleaned up any evidence of sexual misconduct and called my unit. I was torn about whether or not to even report this to my unit, but decided that I should.

The techs swept my house while my partner, Brett Joiner, and our section chief, Charles Reagan, talked about the events that had transpired. The abridged version of the events that had transpired.

My phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number that read, “Alerting the authorities? That’s going to get you in trouble, Agent West. I’ll be seeing you soon.”

The lab techs came back to tell us that they had found a hair in the chair that I had in the corner, the one that she had been sitting in, and that they would run DNA tests but it would be 72 hours from test time and that they couldn't get anyone in the lab until the morning, so more like a full 80 to 82 hours from now. Brett escorted the techs out, and stopped to tell them something at the door. We would finally know who this mystery woman was.