Female Undercover Agent, Raped and Murdered
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mogna114
Dec 6, 2007, 9:43:47 PM12/6/07
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Part I
The air was solemn as mob boss Butch Halem surveyed the room.
"We have a snitch in the system. The goddamn feds arrived at our last
shipment even before we did. Good thing the ship's engine stalled
twenty minutes before getting to the harbor, or else we would be
twenty million in the fucking hole." Butch looked over his six
lieutenants of the crime family with intensity. "This fucking mole
better be found soon or your asses are all fucked. What have you
knuckleheads found in the internal investigation for the past week?"
All of the men in the room kept their eyes down on the coffee table,
except Alvaz Cone.
"Boss, we might have found the leak. One of my men, a runner, has been
seeing this pretty little stripper named Amber in the last couple of
months. She makes house calls a couple of times a week and knowing my
guy, he gets pretty shitheaded when his dick is hard. So I had my men
tail her the last couple of visits, and apparently she was seen with
some serious-looking federal agents after the last visit. We think she
might be an undercover FBI agent who's been cockteasing for
information."
Alvaz dropped a mugshot of the girl on the table. Butch could tell
even from the grainy black and white picture that she was a hot little
thing, with curves in all the right places. His thoughts ran wild. Oh,
the things he could do to this female undercover agent. He wanted to
rape the shit out of her, and put a bullet in her head as she screams
for mercy.
"Tell your man to invite this piece of ass to come here. We'll set her
up for the fucking of her short, short life," Butch ordered.
"Our men have already set up hidden cameras in her condo, if you want
to make sure, boss," Alvaz offered.
"Then it looks like I will have some investigating for myself
tonight." Butch licked his lips.
Agent Tiffany Novatia sighed as she opened the door to her condo.
Another day, another slimey wiseguy to deal with. The 22 year old
female FBI agent has been on this undercover investigation for two
months now and working her ass, literally, to bust the cocaine
shipments of the crime lord Butch Halem. "At least I haven't had to
defile myself yet," she thought. Her front as a stripper has been
rather clean so far. She knows how to grind on a man to make him blow
his load in less than ten minutes, which means that most of the time,
she doesn't even need to take off her top before she feels a wet spot
between the lowlife's legs.
Tiffany ruffled her long dark hair and starting taking off her form-
fitting black V-neck top. Meanwhile, a tiny camera on the ceiling
moved and zoomed in onto her body. Twenty-five miles away, in the
comfort of his own room, Butch Halem looked at this beauty on his
monitor with pure lust. Tiffany's top gave way to reveal a set of
gorgeous C-cup tits held up by a low-cut red bra. Her waist was slim
and smooth, and curved to a hypnotizing set of hips covered by a short
skirt. Her legs were long and silky, ending in a pair of fuck-me red
high heels. Tiffany walked over to her answering machine and pressed
the button.
"Agent 0374, this is Agent Carl Jameson. We received your transmission
this afternoon regarding your invitation to Butch Halem's main
hideout. As he is our main target, after much deliberation with the
agency's committee, we have judged that this is a golden opportunity
to gather vital information on this crime organization, to warrant
such a high risk mission. We have issued you a new set of clothes for
this important operation; you will find them in your closet. Good luck
and we look forward to your transmission tomorrow. Agent out."
Tiffany walked over to her closet and opened it. Great, I might as
well as go naked tomorrow, she thought as she stared at the FBI-issued
stripper clothes. She closed the blinds and started unzipping her
skirt, revealing her matched set of red G-string panties. Butch's cock
throbbed as his eyes fixed on the hot bitch's juicy round ass, which
wiggled enticingly as she tried to drop her tight skirt. As she bent
down to remove the skirt, Butch could see her pussy lips outlined by
the thin fabric of her panties. Oh, how he was going to fuck this
gorgeous bitch tomorrow.
Tiffany kicked off her heels and walked to the bathroom, where she
started the warm water running for a bath. Butch switched his view to
the bathroom hidden camera and zoomed in as the FBI agent unhooked her
lacey bra. Butch swallowed at the breathtaking sight. Agent Tiffany's
tits were so perfectly voluptulous and juicy. Her areolas were small,
round, and pink, with a pert little nipple at the end. Butch salivated
at the thought of sucking and biting into those tits. Last to come off
were the thin strings that were her panties, and Butch saw that the
bitch's cunt was completely smooth and shaved. As the undercover agent
washed her perfect body in the shower, Butch stroked his cock and
fantasized about tomorrow's rape. Yeah, wash yourself, little slut,
because tomorrow you're going to get very very dirty, he thought to
himself.
He spent the rest of the night watching Tiffany walk around the condo
in a little towel that covered only half of her tits and ass.
The air was solemn as mob boss Butch Halem surveyed the room.
"We have a snitch in the system. The goddamn feds arrived at our last
shipment even before we did. Good thing the ship's engine stalled
twenty minutes before getting to the harbor, or else we would be
twenty million in the fucking hole." Butch looked over his six
lieutenants of the crime family with intensity. "This fucking mole
better be found soon or your asses are all fucked. What have you
knuckleheads found in the internal investigation for the past week?"
All of the men in the room kept their eyes down on the coffee table,
except Alvaz Cone.
"Boss, we might have found the leak. One of my men, a runner, has been
seeing this pretty little stripper named Amber in the last couple of
months. She makes house calls a couple of times a week and knowing my
guy, he gets pretty shitheaded when his dick is hard. So I had my men
tail her the last couple of visits, and apparently she was seen with
some serious-looking federal agents after the last visit. We think she
might be an undercover FBI agent who's been cockteasing for
information."
Alvaz dropped a mugshot of the girl on the table. Butch could tell
even from the grainy black and white picture that she was a hot little
thing, with curves in all the right places. His thoughts ran wild. Oh,
the things he could do to this female undercover agent. He wanted to
rape the shit out of her, and put a bullet in her head as she screams
for mercy.
"Tell your man to invite this piece of ass to come here. We'll set her
up for the fucking of her short, short life," Butch ordered.
"Our men have already set up hidden cameras in her condo, if you want
to make sure, boss," Alvaz offered.
"Then it looks like I will have some investigating for myself
tonight." Butch licked his lips.
Agent Tiffany Novatia sighed as she opened the door to her condo.
Another day, another slimey wiseguy to deal with. The 22 year old
female FBI agent has been on this undercover investigation for two
months now and working her ass, literally, to bust the cocaine
shipments of the crime lord Butch Halem. "At least I haven't had to
defile myself yet," she thought. Her front as a stripper has been
rather clean so far. She knows how to grind on a man to make him blow
his load in less than ten minutes, which means that most of the time,
she doesn't even need to take off her top before she feels a wet spot
between the lowlife's legs.
Tiffany ruffled her long dark hair and starting taking off her form-
fitting black V-neck top. Meanwhile, a tiny camera on the ceiling
moved and zoomed in onto her body. Twenty-five miles away, in the
comfort of his own room, Butch Halem looked at this beauty on his
monitor with pure lust. Tiffany's top gave way to reveal a set of
gorgeous C-cup tits held up by a low-cut red bra. Her waist was slim
and smooth, and curved to a hypnotizing set of hips covered by a short
skirt. Her legs were long and silky, ending in a pair of fuck-me red
high heels. Tiffany walked over to her answering machine and pressed
the button.
"Agent 0374, this is Agent Carl Jameson. We received your transmission
this afternoon regarding your invitation to Butch Halem's main
hideout. As he is our main target, after much deliberation with the
agency's committee, we have judged that this is a golden opportunity
to gather vital information on this crime organization, to warrant
such a high risk mission. We have issued you a new set of clothes for
this important operation; you will find them in your closet. Good luck
and we look forward to your transmission tomorrow. Agent out."
Tiffany walked over to her closet and opened it. Great, I might as
well as go naked tomorrow, she thought as she stared at the FBI-issued
stripper clothes. She closed the blinds and started unzipping her
skirt, revealing her matched set of red G-string panties. Butch's cock
throbbed as his eyes fixed on the hot bitch's juicy round ass, which
wiggled enticingly as she tried to drop her tight skirt. As she bent
down to remove the skirt, Butch could see her pussy lips outlined by
the thin fabric of her panties. Oh, how he was going to fuck this
gorgeous bitch tomorrow.
Tiffany kicked off her heels and walked to the bathroom, where she
started the warm water running for a bath. Butch switched his view to
the bathroom hidden camera and zoomed in as the FBI agent unhooked her
lacey bra. Butch swallowed at the breathtaking sight. Agent Tiffany's
tits were so perfectly voluptulous and juicy. Her areolas were small,
round, and pink, with a pert little nipple at the end. Butch salivated
at the thought of sucking and biting into those tits. Last to come off
were the thin strings that were her panties, and Butch saw that the
bitch's cunt was completely smooth and shaved. As the undercover agent
washed her perfect body in the shower, Butch stroked his cock and
fantasized about tomorrow's rape. Yeah, wash yourself, little slut,
because tomorrow you're going to get very very dirty, he thought to
himself.
He spent the rest of the night watching Tiffany walk around the condo
in a little towel that covered only half of her tits and ass.
paul smith
Dec 6, 2007, 10:03:50 PM12/6/07
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a nice start
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CreepyNightmares
Dec 7, 2007, 12:34:41 AM12/7/07
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Awesome start!
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mogna114
Dec 7, 2007, 10:32:03 PM12/7/07
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Part II
Tiffany awkwardly walked up to the door of the villa where she was to
meet the notorious Butch Halem. Her stripper outfit covered very
little of her body and the fabric was extremely thin and transparent.
The stilettos she wore were much higher than even she was used to
wearing. Unbeknownst to her, this outfit was personally chosen by her
superior on this investigation case, Agent Carl Jameson. He spent
hours "studying" the profile pictures of Agent Tiffany on the bureau
database, and picked the sluttiest and most revealing outfit he could
find. When the clothes and underwear arrived at the agency, he
couldn't resist rubbing the thin fabrics on his crotch and imagining
Agent Tiffany in the outfit. He came many times with the same
masturbatory fantasies of violently fucking Agent Tiffany, but each
time he was careful not to stain the outfit with his semen.
Okay, remember, you are Amber now, and just do your usual cocktease
routine and warm up to this guy, Agent Tiffany thought as she reached
out to grab the door handle to the meeting room. He's just another
horny lowlife, she assured herself. Tiffany opened the door, and was
shocked to find not only Butch Halem, but all six of his lieutenants
inside the smokey room. Butch was breathless at the knockout beauty in
front of him. She was even more stunning in person than on video.
Butch took his time to survey the hot little bitch in front of him.
She was wearing a small sky blue tube top that only reached her navel.
He could see the generous swelling of the top of her breasts above the
tight semi-transparent wrap. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a
bra, as a slight pinkness could be seen around the area where her
little nipples stuck out. Tiffany's matching blue mini-skirt was
tightly stretched, conforming to her amazing figure. It was so short
that it didn't even cover the bottom of her shapely ass. Her tiny
black G-string panties could be outlined through her little skirt.
Butch's eyes traveled down, down, down Tiffany's smooth tanned legs to
her dark violet stilettos, which were so tall that they basically made
her step on her tiptoes. Butch couldn't wait to plunge his cock in
this hot bitch's every hole.
"Look, I didn't come here for a group performance. Our deal was a
private-" Agent Tiffany/Amber started, before she was startled by the
slamming of the door behind her, by a menacing black gangster.
"Shut yer trap. Our plans have changed, and I'm sure you can
accommodate some of my friends here," Butch smirked. "Carlo, frisk
her."
"With pleasure, boss." Carlo was a big dark skinned brute whom Tiffany
recognized from her file photos. Tiffany could do nothing but stand
still and wait for the humiliation. Every man in the room eyed her
like a pack of wolves on a trapped deer. Carlo started from the top
and ran his fingers through Tiffany's shiny long dark hair. He felt
her soft face and slender neck, working down to the top of her
breasts, taking time to grope her mounds of tanned tits through her
thin top. His hands followed her curves, narrowing at the waist and
swelling again at her ass and hips. He put his hands under her skirt
and felt her pussy though her panties. He finished by running his
hands down her long legs to her ankles, all the while visualizing
lifting and spreading them in the air to give this hot bitch the
fucking of her life.
By the time Carlo finished the groping, everyone in the room was
already hard and ready to pounce on the juicy piece of ass standing in
front of them. But, first things first.
"Okay, let's start the show," Butch Halem said and licked his lips.
Tiffany awkwardly walked up to the door of the villa where she was to
meet the notorious Butch Halem. Her stripper outfit covered very
little of her body and the fabric was extremely thin and transparent.
The stilettos she wore were much higher than even she was used to
wearing. Unbeknownst to her, this outfit was personally chosen by her
superior on this investigation case, Agent Carl Jameson. He spent
hours "studying" the profile pictures of Agent Tiffany on the bureau
database, and picked the sluttiest and most revealing outfit he could
find. When the clothes and underwear arrived at the agency, he
couldn't resist rubbing the thin fabrics on his crotch and imagining
Agent Tiffany in the outfit. He came many times with the same
masturbatory fantasies of violently fucking Agent Tiffany, but each
time he was careful not to stain the outfit with his semen.
Okay, remember, you are Amber now, and just do your usual cocktease
routine and warm up to this guy, Agent Tiffany thought as she reached
out to grab the door handle to the meeting room. He's just another
horny lowlife, she assured herself. Tiffany opened the door, and was
shocked to find not only Butch Halem, but all six of his lieutenants
inside the smokey room. Butch was breathless at the knockout beauty in
front of him. She was even more stunning in person than on video.
Butch took his time to survey the hot little bitch in front of him.
She was wearing a small sky blue tube top that only reached her navel.
He could see the generous swelling of the top of her breasts above the
tight semi-transparent wrap. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a
bra, as a slight pinkness could be seen around the area where her
little nipples stuck out. Tiffany's matching blue mini-skirt was
tightly stretched, conforming to her amazing figure. It was so short
that it didn't even cover the bottom of her shapely ass. Her tiny
black G-string panties could be outlined through her little skirt.
Butch's eyes traveled down, down, down Tiffany's smooth tanned legs to
her dark violet stilettos, which were so tall that they basically made
her step on her tiptoes. Butch couldn't wait to plunge his cock in
this hot bitch's every hole.
"Look, I didn't come here for a group performance. Our deal was a
private-" Agent Tiffany/Amber started, before she was startled by the
slamming of the door behind her, by a menacing black gangster.
"Shut yer trap. Our plans have changed, and I'm sure you can
accommodate some of my friends here," Butch smirked. "Carlo, frisk
her."
"With pleasure, boss." Carlo was a big dark skinned brute whom Tiffany
recognized from her file photos. Tiffany could do nothing but stand
still and wait for the humiliation. Every man in the room eyed her
like a pack of wolves on a trapped deer. Carlo started from the top
and ran his fingers through Tiffany's shiny long dark hair. He felt
her soft face and slender neck, working down to the top of her
breasts, taking time to grope her mounds of tanned tits through her
thin top. His hands followed her curves, narrowing at the waist and
swelling again at her ass and hips. He put his hands under her skirt
and felt her pussy though her panties. He finished by running his
hands down her long legs to her ankles, all the while visualizing
lifting and spreading them in the air to give this hot bitch the
fucking of her life.
By the time Carlo finished the groping, everyone in the room was
already hard and ready to pounce on the juicy piece of ass standing in
front of them. But, first things first.
"Okay, let's start the show," Butch Halem said and licked his lips.
mogna114
Dec 8, 2007, 5:36:23 PM12/8/07
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Part III
With the crowd of men all staring intensely at her tits and ass,
Tiffany felt extremely uneasy. She told herself to just treat it like
a normal performance, but it didn't help that she noticed a video
camera in the corner of the room pointed straight at her. If she can
get boss Butch to cum quickly, perhaps she can get away without
degrading herself too much, she thought. She started by taking a few
steps towards Butch, making sure that her hips swayed nicely to wiggle
her ass. She licked her lipsticked lips slowly to let the guys
fantasize about her sucking their dicks. She moved her hands down her
neck and to her luscious tits, and arched her back to stick them out
for everyone to enjoy. Her areolas and nipples were even better seen
through her thin blue tube top when she did so, stretching the fabric
to the limit. She slid her finger slowly up and down the crevice
between her breasts, fingerfucking her own tits, while the men
imagined titty-fucking her with other things. Tiffany did a slow 180
degree twirl and ran her hands down her tanned legs, bending forward
at the hips and sticking out her heavenly ass for Butch and the guys
to admire. The high stilettos gave leverage to Tiffany's hips, and the
G-string panties were no more than floss underneath her see-through
blue miniskirt. Butch could catch glimpses of the sexy agent's ass
sphincter and cunt lips as she gyrated her hips hypnotizingly. His
cock screamed for him to plunge it into these two fuckholes.
Tiffany stood back up with a flourish of her hair, letting her silky
smooth dark hair fall gracefully back down her shoulders and back. She
walked as teasingly as she could up to where Butch was sitting, and
straddled him, letting her tits stay inches away from the despicable
man's face. She smelled like strawberries, and Butch's pulsating cock
was so close to this hot bitch's cunt. Suddenly, he lifted his arms
and took a hold of Tiffany's breasts with both hands, and massaged her
tits through her thin top. Her jugs felt so light and soft. Tiffany
was alarmed, as stripper rules don't usually allow for touching, but
she told herself that as long as it helps him get off faster, it
should be fine. Butch then pulled the top of her tube top down,
revealing her tits for all to see unobstructed, and put his mouth to
her breasts. She tasted like honey and her flesh was so tender and
delicious. Butch's saliva coated the undercover agent's once
immaculate tits, while she gritted her teeth in disgust. To stop the
humiliation, she turned around on his lap, sticking her ass into
Butch's crotch, and started grinding him. She could feel the rock-hard
erection in his pants and prayed that this will all be over soon.
Butch couldn't take it anymore and had to give his dick some action.
He unbuttoned his pants and took out his super hard cock. "What are
you do-" stammered Tiffany but was interrupted by a nearby mobster,
who pulled out a gun and pointed it at her head."Just continue the
show," Butch ordered. He wrapped his hands around the agent's thin
little waist and pushed her back into his lap. His dick smeared thick
pre-cum all over Tiffany's miniskirt. She had no choice but to keep
gyrating her ass on the man's cock, letting his disgusting organ taste
her soft asscheeks.
With the crowd of men all staring intensely at her tits and ass,
Tiffany felt extremely uneasy. She told herself to just treat it like
a normal performance, but it didn't help that she noticed a video
camera in the corner of the room pointed straight at her. If she can
get boss Butch to cum quickly, perhaps she can get away without
degrading herself too much, she thought. She started by taking a few
steps towards Butch, making sure that her hips swayed nicely to wiggle
her ass. She licked her lipsticked lips slowly to let the guys
fantasize about her sucking their dicks. She moved her hands down her
neck and to her luscious tits, and arched her back to stick them out
for everyone to enjoy. Her areolas and nipples were even better seen
through her thin blue tube top when she did so, stretching the fabric
to the limit. She slid her finger slowly up and down the crevice
between her breasts, fingerfucking her own tits, while the men
imagined titty-fucking her with other things. Tiffany did a slow 180
degree twirl and ran her hands down her tanned legs, bending forward
at the hips and sticking out her heavenly ass for Butch and the guys
to admire. The high stilettos gave leverage to Tiffany's hips, and the
G-string panties were no more than floss underneath her see-through
blue miniskirt. Butch could catch glimpses of the sexy agent's ass
sphincter and cunt lips as she gyrated her hips hypnotizingly. His
cock screamed for him to plunge it into these two fuckholes.
Tiffany stood back up with a flourish of her hair, letting her silky
smooth dark hair fall gracefully back down her shoulders and back. She
walked as teasingly as she could up to where Butch was sitting, and
straddled him, letting her tits stay inches away from the despicable
man's face. She smelled like strawberries, and Butch's pulsating cock
was so close to this hot bitch's cunt. Suddenly, he lifted his arms
and took a hold of Tiffany's breasts with both hands, and massaged her
tits through her thin top. Her jugs felt so light and soft. Tiffany
was alarmed, as stripper rules don't usually allow for touching, but
she told herself that as long as it helps him get off faster, it
should be fine. Butch then pulled the top of her tube top down,
revealing her tits for all to see unobstructed, and put his mouth to
her breasts. She tasted like honey and her flesh was so tender and
delicious. Butch's saliva coated the undercover agent's once
immaculate tits, while she gritted her teeth in disgust. To stop the
humiliation, she turned around on his lap, sticking her ass into
Butch's crotch, and started grinding him. She could feel the rock-hard
erection in his pants and prayed that this will all be over soon.
Butch couldn't take it anymore and had to give his dick some action.
He unbuttoned his pants and took out his super hard cock. "What are
you do-" stammered Tiffany but was interrupted by a nearby mobster,
who pulled out a gun and pointed it at her head."Just continue the
show," Butch ordered. He wrapped his hands around the agent's thin
little waist and pushed her back into his lap. His dick smeared thick
pre-cum all over Tiffany's miniskirt. She had no choice but to keep
gyrating her ass on the man's cock, letting his disgusting organ taste
her soft asscheeks.
mogna114
Dec 9, 2007, 10:18:39 AM12/9/07
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Part IV
Butch's hard cock slid under the undercover agent's miniskirt, and
buried itself between her skirt and supple asscheeks. The tight space
made for great fucking, with Butch's pre-cum working as lubricant.
Agent Tiffany's tits jiggled up and down as she rode him, giving all
the lieutenants a sight to remember. She thought this couldn't get any
worse.
"Let's play a game," Butch grinned. "How about a game of pretend?"
"Anything you want, honey," Tiffany said, trying to use a seductive
voice.
"Then let's out some fantasy I've had for years. A hot little female
FBI agent goes undercover as a stripper to snoop around a crime ring,
but gets her cover blown and is brutally raped by the gang. Are you
able to imagine that?"
Butch could feel Tiffany's body stiffen with fear. How did they know,
she thought in a panic. She knew that if her cover is compromised, she
is utterly fucked.
Butch continued. "Now, get on your knees and suck my cock. Pretend
like your LIFE depended on it," Butch said with an evil smile. He
could see the hesitation and fear in the female agent's face. She
slowly got off his dick and lap and kneeled in front of the crime
lord. Butch lowered his pants, setting his enormous cock free.
Tiffany knew she had no other options now. She opened her mouth and
reluctantly lowered her face to the despicable man's lap. Butch
groaned in pleasure as her soft full lips wrapped around his dick. Her
mouth was so warm and moist, and her tongue teased the sensitive tip
of his penis. Tiffany bobbled her head up and down, trying not to
taste the gathered pre-cum on his cock.
"As your FUCKING LIFE depends on it!" Butch ordered and suddenly
grabbed Tiffany by her long dark hair. He pulled the hot bitch's
beautiful face downward, shoving his entire cock down her throat.
Tiffany was taken completely by surprise and gagged, but the crime
boss continued by yanking her head back and forth. Butch couldn't
believe he was finally skullfucking this gorgeous cocktease. He had
been anticipating this moment ever since spying on her on the hidden
cameras, and now she was deepthroating him. Using her hair, he changed
the direction of her head and started fucking her cheeks from the
inside, making a huge bulge on the side of her face.
Butch then pulled out, leaving a trail of sticky saliva and cum to
drip down the agent's lips and chin. He violently pulled Tiffany's
hair to make her straighten her back, and placed his dripping dick on
her luscious tits. "Push together your tits, you dirty little agent,"
he growled. Tiffany knew she had no choice and pushed her breasts
together. Butch titty-fucked her, feeling her soft supple fuckmounds
wrapped on his dick. Tiffany felt humiliated, but more than anything,
she was scared shitless. With no backup, these perverted monsters
could do anything to her. She could see from the corner of her eye
that a gun was still pointed at her head, ready to blow her brains out
at the slightest wrong move.
Tiffany felt the crime boss's breath quicken, and increased the
friction and speed of her movements. Maybe this will be all over soon,
she prayed. Butch pulled his dick out of the hot bitch's cleavage, and
shot a massive load of cum over her face. Tiffany closed her pretty
hazel eyes in reflex. The hot sticky liquid flowed down her beautiful
face like cum tears, collected at her chin, and dripped down onto her
heaving tits.
Before Agent Tiffany could even open her eyes, Butch grabbed her
roughly by her hair and threw her on the ground into the middle of the
room. "Men, strip this little snooping bitch." The mob criminals had
been waiting the whole time to get a piece of this stunning bitch, and
descended on her like a pack of animals. Tiffany tried to fight and
push them away, but was pinned to the cold hard floor. The mobsters
violently tore at her thin little outfit, shredding them into pieces.
They frantically fondled her body, relishing her centerfold figure.
All that was left of the sexy agent's outfit were her G-string panties
and her high heels.
Watching from his seat at the brutal violation this hot slut from the
FBI, Butch felt his cock get hard again.
Butch's hard cock slid under the undercover agent's miniskirt, and
buried itself between her skirt and supple asscheeks. The tight space
made for great fucking, with Butch's pre-cum working as lubricant.
Agent Tiffany's tits jiggled up and down as she rode him, giving all
the lieutenants a sight to remember. She thought this couldn't get any
worse.
"Let's play a game," Butch grinned. "How about a game of pretend?"
"Anything you want, honey," Tiffany said, trying to use a seductive
voice.
"Then let's out some fantasy I've had for years. A hot little female
FBI agent goes undercover as a stripper to snoop around a crime ring,
but gets her cover blown and is brutally raped by the gang. Are you
able to imagine that?"
Butch could feel Tiffany's body stiffen with fear. How did they know,
she thought in a panic. She knew that if her cover is compromised, she
is utterly fucked.
Butch continued. "Now, get on your knees and suck my cock. Pretend
like your LIFE depended on it," Butch said with an evil smile. He
could see the hesitation and fear in the female agent's face. She
slowly got off his dick and lap and kneeled in front of the crime
lord. Butch lowered his pants, setting his enormous cock free.
Tiffany knew she had no other options now. She opened her mouth and
reluctantly lowered her face to the despicable man's lap. Butch
groaned in pleasure as her soft full lips wrapped around his dick. Her
mouth was so warm and moist, and her tongue teased the sensitive tip
of his penis. Tiffany bobbled her head up and down, trying not to
taste the gathered pre-cum on his cock.
"As your FUCKING LIFE depends on it!" Butch ordered and suddenly
grabbed Tiffany by her long dark hair. He pulled the hot bitch's
beautiful face downward, shoving his entire cock down her throat.
Tiffany was taken completely by surprise and gagged, but the crime
boss continued by yanking her head back and forth. Butch couldn't
believe he was finally skullfucking this gorgeous cocktease. He had
been anticipating this moment ever since spying on her on the hidden
cameras, and now she was deepthroating him. Using her hair, he changed
the direction of her head and started fucking her cheeks from the
inside, making a huge bulge on the side of her face.
Butch then pulled out, leaving a trail of sticky saliva and cum to
drip down the agent's lips and chin. He violently pulled Tiffany's
hair to make her straighten her back, and placed his dripping dick on
her luscious tits. "Push together your tits, you dirty little agent,"
he growled. Tiffany knew she had no choice and pushed her breasts
together. Butch titty-fucked her, feeling her soft supple fuckmounds
wrapped on his dick. Tiffany felt humiliated, but more than anything,
she was scared shitless. With no backup, these perverted monsters
could do anything to her. She could see from the corner of her eye
that a gun was still pointed at her head, ready to blow her brains out
at the slightest wrong move.
Tiffany felt the crime boss's breath quicken, and increased the
friction and speed of her movements. Maybe this will be all over soon,
she prayed. Butch pulled his dick out of the hot bitch's cleavage, and
shot a massive load of cum over her face. Tiffany closed her pretty
hazel eyes in reflex. The hot sticky liquid flowed down her beautiful
face like cum tears, collected at her chin, and dripped down onto her
heaving tits.
Before Agent Tiffany could even open her eyes, Butch grabbed her
roughly by her hair and threw her on the ground into the middle of the
room. "Men, strip this little snooping bitch." The mob criminals had
been waiting the whole time to get a piece of this stunning bitch, and
descended on her like a pack of animals. Tiffany tried to fight and
push them away, but was pinned to the cold hard floor. The mobsters
violently tore at her thin little outfit, shredding them into pieces.
They frantically fondled her body, relishing her centerfold figure.
All that was left of the sexy agent's outfit were her G-string panties
and her high heels.
Watching from his seat at the brutal violation this hot slut from the
FBI, Butch felt his cock get hard again.
Creepy Nightmares
Dec 9, 2007, 3:34:43 PM12/9/07
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