erotica-ghost-writer: Crime stopping tales from the files of :Mark Hammer, Agent 77 of the Sexu

erotica-ghost-writer: Crime stopping tales from the files of :Mark Hammer, Agent 77 of the Sexual Bureau of Investigation.Arm yourself because no one else here will save youThe odds will betray youAnd I will replace youYou can’t deny the prize it may never fulfill youIt longs to kill youAre you willing to die?The coldest blood runs through my veinsYou know my name ………………………………………………………………………………………………….A tiny flare of orange lit the dark space between my hands casting my skin in an eerie orange glow. For just that moment the entire world revolved around that tiny flicker. All sounds and sights and smells, everything in the Hell-damned universe was wrapped up in that tiny point of light. In that tiny bit of warmth that danced gently across my calloused fingers. For that tiny moment the flashing lights of the police cars and the violent protests of nearly a dozen of Carlos the Bulls’ associates faded from reality, leaving me with my thoughts. Another job done. Another drug dealing asshole off the streets. But the city was still out there. A dark, hungry beast that resented me. Hated me. The city wanted its drugs, its liquor, its gambling, its strung-out crack-whores lining Tenth avenue dressed in their skivvies in zero-degree weather. Go get ‘em, the city told you. It patted you on the back and gave you a cheap watch when you pulled millions in powdered death off the streets. Then it turned on you like the filthy beast it was, looking for a new asshole to supply its next fix and line the pockets of corrupt politicians. When it was over, when you couldn’t anymore, when you were too old or weak or burnt out… you got your handshake and enough of a pension to barely make the rent on your shithole apartment on the east side and a box of cheap cigars to rot your teeth away. And the city went on; laughing at you as it snorted another line of coke and banged some strung out teenager who should have kept her ass in Kansas.I thought back, way back, to a time I walked the streets flashing my badge like a target for any cheap shit with an illegal gun and the morals of a rabid dog. I flashed a different badge now and it wasn’t just this city that was my beat. Villainy existed all over, its slimy fingertips creeping into every corner of the world, every bastion of so-called civilized society. But wherever it rose, where ever there was a need for the flash of a badge and the shining light of vengeful justice… that’s where I’d be.Mark Hammer, Agent 77 of the SBI.It had been a long, hard case to crack, but finally Carlos and his motley crew were facing justice. Not the justice of the courts, of course. The city council and mayor’s office were far too well paid off to put the screws on a ‘friend’. But the sharks smelled blood in the water. Sooner or later, Carlos would be found dead in his car with a bullet or ten in the back of his head. An obvious suicide. Then it would be on to the next guy. Another case. Another cigarette smoked amid the confusion of flashing police cars and violent cursing. Of pony-tailed lawyers with sharp suits and smirks that you weren’t allowed to smack off their smug faces.Her hand shot up out of nowhere, snatching the burning stick from my lips, “Those things aren’t good for you, you know.  My aunt Luisa died from smoking. And they make your clothes smell.  Here, try these.”Anyone else would have ended up back-handed down to the pavement. But Rita was a special case. To be honest I would never have cracked this one without her. At least not this easy and completely. Her full name was Rita Conchita Lorenza Alonzo. I just called her Rita. Until recently she was Carlos’ main squeeze and favorite doormat. A professional who sold what she had for the best price she could find. She was a tough bitch. Hard as nails under that wave of soft shimmering raven-black hair, seductive dark eyes, and a body custom made to drive every thought out of a man’s fragile mind but one. She was hard alright, hard enough to put up with the murder and the cruelty of the Cartels and the gangs and the dealers. But when they branched out to schoolyards and playgrounds, that broke her. All it took was a little nudge to get her to turn state’s witness…  well, that and an intense pounding from my Agency trained and certified fuck-stick ( registered internationally as a lethal weapon, by the way.)Given her background, her passion for redemption, and her obvious skills at dragging a confession out of a man’s cock along with the last drop of his flagging cum… she was a shoo-in to be picked up by the Agency. She was bright, committed, and professional acing her classes with flying colors and in record time. Pulling a few strings, I got her assigned as my junior partner. Which is why the pain-in-my-ass was currently still standing while impatiently holding out a pack of double-mint. “Sorry, sweetheart. I don’t do gum. Makes me look like a cheap dime-store gumshoe.” I went into my coat pocket to pull out the pack of Camels but one look of those dark Latino eyes of hers stopped me mid-reach.“Cigarettes will seriously mess you up. The gum is sugarless. Healthy. My aunt Lucia died of smoking; you know.” She replied as she moved in closer. Her arms slid up along my squared shoulders and the air around us heated up to boiling as she pressed her hot little body along my own. Even through the vest and official Agency jacket I could feel her firm, perfectly formed 38D’s pressing against my chest. The woman was half my size but managed to square off against me like an Amazon. “Besides I have this terrible need to slide my tongue between your lips and I’d rather not taste a chimney. I. Just. Want.  To. Taste. You.”All thoughts of cigarettes, chewing gum, drug-busts, and general misery disappeared in an instant. As it always does when you have 130lbs of burning hot, moaning woman sliding her tongue into your mouth and grinding up on your groin. My cock, all five miles of it, sprung to attention like the good soldier it was; ready and more than willing to do its duty and please that booty. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in hard, lifting her off the ground as I slid my tongue along her own, returning her kiss, returning the desire of one of the most passionate women I had ever known.And that’s when my cell phone rang. The 1812 Overture. Headquarters. Of freaking course.Both of us let out a similar groan, and similar curses, as we broke off the kiss. The heat from her lips was still burning on my own as I slipped the phone to my ear. Given the timing, it could only be one person.“Hey there, Boss. Agent 77 here. What’s the trouble?”“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me ‘Boss’ you oversexed oaf?!” By the way the boss was yelling into my ear, testing the decibel range of the tiny cell-phone, he was in one heck of a good mood. “Now that you have finished with the Carlos case, I need you to come in immediately for your next assignment.”“But, Boss!… I mean, Chief! We just got this one wrapped up. Can’t this wait for morning? I, um, have some sleep to catch up on.” Not that it seemed I was going to get much sleep the way Rita was stroking my aching cock through my trousers and planting panting kisses along my lapel, looking completely enthralled by the throbbing log of man-meat that was currently filing both her hot little hands.“Never mind that! And never mind the cheap floozy you probably have lined up for a night of drunken debauchery! Thank Heavens for Agent 83! At least she can keep an eye on you!”. I let out a soft grunt as the boss continued raving on the other end of the line. Currently his ‘Heaven-sent Agent 83’ was in Heaven herself, stroking my heavy piston up and down, leaning her head against my chest and moaning a need only a few hours of ‘Me’ would give her.I told the Boss - I mean Chief! - that we were on our way and we hopped into the Agency-supplied Buick leaving behind us any remaining thoughts of Carlos and her old life. That and about fifty of the city’s Finest who were still staring after Rita’s hot ass and killer legs as we walked away. It took thirty minutes to reach HQ. It would have normally taken ten, but you try to manage Broadway traffic with the hottest field agent on seven continents deep-throating your cock to bursting. The woman swallowed what she could of my massive load, but most of it went flying out the driver seat window. Let’s just say they no longer call it ‘The Great White Way’ for nothing!As always, the Chief’s executive secretary and primary ball-buster was sitting guard at her desk on the way to his office. Note to any perspective Agents. Never, never, never try to get past her desk without stopping to ask permission. The last guy who tried ended up having her max-volt tazer removed by his personal proctologist. Ms.Huneycunny  and I go way back. Back to the start of our careers here at the Agency. In fact, I think I was the first Agent she ever threatened with that fucking tazer! As me and my junior partner walked up to the desk, I could not help but notice the stark contrast between the two women. If Rita was a Latina Firecracker, Ms. Huneycunny was a Redheaded Bombshell. We are talking major curves here and an ass that launched a thousand hard-ons. I could go on, telling you about her vibrant emerald green eyes and the most magnificent cleavage you could imagine in your wildest wet dreams… but I want this to be a short story and I have already spent an entire section talking about a damned cigarette. “Hello, Rick. I see you and your new… partner made it here in record time. The Chief has been waiting for you. I told him you were probably held up in traffic.”  Ms. Huneycunny nearly matched my 6’2” height and Rita barely came up to her shoulder as the two women stood regarding each other coolly. I noticed the forced smiles between them, “After all, these little… inconveniences tend to come and go, don’t they? With the traffic I mean, of course.”“Ummm, right. Of course.” I said as I slid past her desk, the door buzzer suddenly sounding like a blessed escape. Was that a shot? Was Ms. Huneycunny jealous of little Rita? Damn, I certainly hoped so. As I passed the desk, I got a great view of that ass of hers. The possibilities running through my fevered mind were boggling. I dragged Rita along with me before disaster struck in the way of a snarky comeback. Her face looked like a storm-cloud ready to burst and U seriously did not need those kinds of problems right about now. I dragged Rita through the door to the Chief’s office and quickly locked it closed behind me.“About time you finally got here, Agent 77! Had trouble finding your pants again or did you need to stop for a shot of penicillin on the way in? Doesn’t matter. Onto the case at hand.“The ambassador from Pepperonia is arriving early tomorrow to sign a very important trade agreement with our government. One that is very, very important to both of our nations. The ambassador, Prince Poblano, is arriving in secret and will be staying at the Ritz-Carlton under the alias John Smith. Unfortunately, it has come to our attention that an attempt will be made on his life in order to monkey-wrench the whole thing. Your job is to make sure the Prince stays alive. At least long enough for him to sign that damned treaty. Now get moving! And remember to stop by Professor M’s office at R&D before you go. She has some new, overpriced doohickey for you.”The Ritz-Carlton was pure swank. Way and above my paygrade. A place that a guy like me could only walk into if he was on agency business or carrying someone else’s bags. Rita and I arrived just in time to get thoroughly vetted by the Prince’s security goons. None of them as manly-tough as yours truly but there were enough of them to make us stop at the front door. And the elevator. And the fifth floor. And the penthouse. Paid mercs with enough firepower to start a small war. Or walk through Bed Stuy alone. At least in the daytime.Rita stood by with the guards at the elevator, going through the 500-or-so pages of paperwork we had to sign just to step out onto the penthouse rug. Now the advantage of walking around with a grade-A, top-shelf, jaw-dropping hottie like Rita is that guys – even highly trained security guys – tend to forgo their peripheral vision to zone in on her tight round ass and ball-draining cleavage. Which left little of their attention left to notice a guy like me quietly making my way down the hall towards the ambassador’s suite. As I left, I noticed Rita was enjoying the attention she was receiving. Perhaps a bit too much, I might add. Should I have been worried, jealous, concerned? Maybe. But to tell the truth, and knowing Rita as I knew Rita… I was more concerned for the guards. The door to the ambassador’s room was ajar and was conspicuously without a mean looking side of beef in front of it. Color me curious but I decided to stick my nose in. Worse came to worse I catch the ambassador doing the Macarena naked in front of the free cable.As it turned out, it was worse than the Macarena. Way worse.I nearly tripped over the body of the bodyguard.  A big guy with a little prick hanging limply from his pants and a big ‘ol smile on his face. On quick examination the cause of death was obvious. The man had simply been sexed to death; his balls blown far past the edge of human endurance. The killer left her trade-mark though.  A slash of devil-red lipstick kissed very properly across the head of his thoroughly ruined man-meat. It was a shade I knew all too well. And I was certain that I would find the lips it came from in the next room. If I wasn’t already too late.Ivanna Sukyakockov. was on the Top Ten list of assassins wanted by every law enforcement agency in the world. That includes the Seattle Police Department and they aren’t allowed to arrest anyone! Standing 5’11 in the most dangerous stiletto heels allowed by law, her midnight-black hair shimmered down her back, highlighting the absolute definition of an hour-glass figure. She was nowhere near the waifish, delicate, demure whores that still believed that thin was in. Ivanna was a voluptuous sex-pot of a woman who was able to somehow combine large firm breasts, an ass any hip-hopper would die for, and one-fifty or so pounds of solid muscle into one heart-rending nightmare of pure feminine beauty. I say ‘nightmare’ because of the hellish use she made of it.Her lips, full and glossy smiled at me as I entered, her dark eyes glittering with more than a hint of pure evil. She knelt on the bed, her Valentino-red dress gathered around her hips as she straddled her middle-aged and far-too out of shape victim whose naked body shivered at the very edge of eternity. His face was twisted in fear, eyes wide, burbling out a plea for God’s own mercy. It was just too bad for him that he was trapped between the burning thighs of a woman who broke with Heaven a long time ago.“Why, Mark. Mark Hammer. It’s been so long since we met last. Budapest wasn’t it?” she said with a Devil’s smile, her Russian accent thick and dripping with sex, “I remember it so well. You were so virile, so strong, so amorous. Right up until the moment I broke you.” Okay, it was true. I was a younger agent then. Green as grass and with the overconfidence of your average hard-cocked young stud fresh out of the gate. Long story short, the bitch fucked me and fucked me bad. The docs said it was a miracle I survived. If it wasn’t for my resilient youth and the grace of the Almighty, it would be some other agent standing here about to face off against the deadliest sexual assassin ever to slide on a garter belt. “Back off and leave what’s left of the ambassador alone, Ivanna. There are a half a dozen guards down the hall and in ten seconds they are going to come in Glock’s blazing.” I warned, trying to sound more confident than I was. “And, personally, I don’t feel like getting caught in the crossfire.”“Ah, but I do plan to leave, Agent 77. And it will take far less than ten little second to finish what I have come for.” She leaned her head back with a smile, flexing the muscles along her legs. I could see her body quivering, getting herself off as she went in for the kill, “Yes, oh yessssss. That’s it. Just a little more. So close. Just a little more… yessss!”I heard the ambassador gurgling his last as she squeezed her thighs around him one last time. The poor bastard was about to blow. One last fatal cum-shot pulled from his balls by the hottest, tightest, deadliest pussy this side of Hell. I had to move fast, diving forward in a running tackle, grabbing the bitch and tearing her from her deadly perch. We hit the floor hard on the other side of the bed although I managed to land on top of her, knocking the wind out of her sails for the moment. “Not tonight, Bitch!” I managed to say just before feeling her legs wrap around my ribs and neck. The woman had recovered faster than I had thought possible and was trying to get her hard-muscled legs wrapped around my neck. She would make quick work of me if she managed it, snapping my neck in half between her powerful thighs. In seconds I’d be just another notch on her lipstick case. We fought, struggled, wrestled across the room as I slammed the murderous bitch into every wall and piece of furniture in an effort to keep her from getting a solid hold with those twin pythons of hers. Glass shattered, wood cracked, tables and chairs were smashed to kindling as we grunted, cursed, and hammered at each other with every homicidal skill we possessed. Both exhausted from our struggle we collapsed on the couch, heaving for breath, knowing full well we were nowhere near done.“Incredible! No one has been able to last this long in my ‘Anaconda grip’ before!” she gasped in honest surprise, “Let alone pry me off once I’ve got my ankles locked around him. How are you so damned strong?” Hell, I’d wrestled Anacondas before. None of them had the iron strength she had in those legs of hers. If it wasn’t for my Agency training, she would have crushed me to pulp by now. But far worse was the fact that the struggle was getting the crazy botch wet between the thighs. Damn, but her pussy smelled good.“Give it up, Ivanna. The ambassador…”“Will keep for now. I’ve probably killed him already. All I need to do is keep you neatly trapped between my legs and out of breath, so he doesn’t get medical attention and my job is as good as done. So, unless that’s a club between your legs he – and you – are finished.”In one move she tore my trousers wide, and before I could turn my head, she had my raging cock buried straight down to the bottom of her cunt. She shivered at the impact, for the first time realizing there was someone else in the room with an Anaconda. The bitch took me nearly the whole way down on the first few thrusts and I could already feel her hot cunt juices spraying my balls with each grunting lunge.“Fuck! Yes! That’s it! Hammer, your cock is enormous!” she wailed between breathless moans. “Why don’t I remember this? Uuugh! Yessss! Get this pussy! I…I’m CUMMING!!!”The bitch came hard, knocking us both to the floor as she convulsed around my shaft. Not for a second did she fight it, trying to hold it at bay. She gave herself over to it completely. Her entire body shuddering and shaking as she held me trapped deep inside, her hands locked around my waist as we pulverized each other with brutal grinding thrusts. It was all I could do not to blow my load immediately and hand her my spent balls on a silver platter.Just to find some relief, I shoved my dripping cock into her mouth, hoping to either drown her in the taste of her own juices or to gag the bitch to death. No such luck. Ivanna loved it, jamming herself half- way down my shaft as she worked me over with that viper like tongue of hers. It felt as if she was sucking the cum straight from my balls. Luckily for all the ‘shlurping’ and ‘ghlopping’ she was only able to take down half of my monster. Otherwise I would have been a goner. Soon enough we were back to fucking. She had grabbed a piece of the wall and challenged my cock to a straight up fuck from behind. The woman was thick and had insane curves but was pure muscle as well. Her heavy breasts bounced madly across her chest as I hammered my way between her powerful pussy walls. Still, the woman was insatiable, taking every-thing I had and begging for more!“Yes., Hammer! You fuck like an animal! You are going so deeeeep!” She screamed to shatter the walls, AHhhh! Fuck, Yes! Cumming AGAIN!! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!”We kept fucking. All thoughts of the ambassador left behind, I grit my teeth and continued giving it all I had. The woman wasn’t even slowing down through two massive orgasms that left me liable for a cum-stained and broken couch and a massive section of shattered drywall. My cock was already straining as she leapt up on me, grabbed me around the waist with those lethal legs of hers and started riding me in the standing fuck of a lifetime. The feeling was intense. I was nearly crying out agony as she squeezed me tight between her muscled thighs.“Oh, Yes! Yes! More! I’ve never had sex like this before!” she cried out. ‘You are so fucking strong! Men always break under my ‘Boas’s embrace’ technique! You’re hitting the back of my womb! Fuuuuck! I can’t stop cumming!!”She came again, even harder than the last few times, milking my cock of heavy loads of pre-cum as she rode me back down onto the ruined bed. I’d never felt a pussy that hot or that strong. It was enough to turn a guy over to the other side. Would it be so bad? Traveling to foreign lands?  Seeing foreign cities and cultures? Fucking this hot pussy every step of the damned way? Might even be worth killing a few filthy rich ambassadors now and again. She was mounting me now, bearing down on my aching cock with a vengeance. My balls were on fire by now and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I let loose. I tried to warn her. I don’t know about her, but its not like I had stopped to slip on a condom before we started this little Fuck-to-the-death we had going on.”Oh Shit! Shit! I’m about to… Fuck! Get off! Get off! Get…..Fuuuuuuuuuck!”“That’s it, Hammer! Do it! Cum for my hot cunt! Give me every drop of cum from those big balls of yours! All of it, give me all of it!” she goaded as she tightened her pussy around my cock, milking me for all I was worth. I could feel the tip of my cock expand, a mad rush of heavy spunk exploding into her clenching cunt like a geyser. I could feel her shaking on top of me, her eyes disappearing into the back of her skull as rope after rope of cum blasted its way into her womb.When I was finally drained, she kept me straddled between her thighs and gloated down at me with that patented villain smirk and evil, knowing glare.“Hah! Now Mr. Hammer, our contest is through. Unlike you I have infinite reserves of sexual energy. My previous orgasms have only made me stronger. While yours drains you of your vaunted strength. Now while you are wasting precious moments recovering from your efforts, I will finish with the ambassador and take my leave. Goodbye, Mr. Hammer! Muahahahahha!!!”The bitch made it three steps before keeling over. As they were carting her away, bound gagged and hog-tied to face justice in a country that still thought the guillotine was a neat idea, Rita stood next to me with that storm-cloud look on her face.“And why the hell didn’t you call for my help, you big jackass?”What could I say? That I needed to prove something to myself? That I was a different, better man than I was back when the botch nearly killed me with that same pussy? Or maybe that I just enjoyed the danger, and the sex, too damned much?“I had it handled, Rita. No problem.”That brought out the angry Amazon in her, “Handled? The bitch could have killed you! She’s a professional sex assassin! Forget the damned ambassador! You could have been killed and I was just down the damned hall!”“Rita. The woman stood no chance. Okay, sure, she was a Hyper, and a trained assassin, but one shot of my cum and Professor Madame’s sperm-delivered Kock-out drugs and the woman’s super-metabolism worked straight against her. She was out like a light in a matter of heartbeats!”“Really? Then tell me this, Mr. I had it all under control. If all it took was one shot of your freaking cock-cum, why didn’t you just come inside of the bitch first and avoid this sex-rampage you’ve been on for the last fucking hour? Tell me that!”I could have answered her. Maybe. I could have said something to those very, very angry, very dark Latina eyes. Yep. I could have buried myself right there and then. Instead, I slid out a camel and walked into the hall after the EMT’s wheeling out the ambassador’s gurney. I had already dealt with one murderous female today. With this one, I took the better part of valor. After all, I wasn’t an idiot, I was….Mark Hammer, Agent 77 of the SBI. Signal boost for an excellent story! -- source link

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