As the rain of November poured on British soil, two operators were discussing in one's apartment.
"Are you sure?" Chuckled Alibi.
"Yeah, just wanted to try this." Answered Maverick, scratching the back of his head.
Alibi put her finger on his torso, pushing him lightly against the wall.
"I'll have to admit, Erik, that I've always wanted to try this."
"Oh, oh? Really? Well, that's nice." He gulped as his lover got closer. "But we gotta go, I told Ash and co we would meet them at the pub. Tonight?" He asked.
He tried to move but he was firmly pressed against the wall. Alibi was scowling.
"Oh, so you prefer to hang out with Ash rather than me? Signore Thorn."
Maverick stuttered before managing to say a coherent sentence.
"O-of course not dear, it's just that we t-"
He was silenced by a finger on his lips.
"I was joking, amore."
"Oh, so we g-"
"No, no, no. You." She spoke dramatically. "Have wounded my heart, and I expect you to make up for this." She started to go toward their bedroom and crooked her finger.
Maverick smiled a bit, to be honest, what Alibi was proposing seemed a bit more... interesting and fun. He followed his love to the bedroom, he entered it but was confused when he did not see her. Suddenly, she leapt from the shadows and threw him on the bed. He yelped but before he could anything, she was straddling him.
She grinned and he realized she was spinning around her finger a pair of handcuff, another one in her other hand. He let himself be restrained, each handcuff, attaching one of his hand to bed bar.
"All at my mercy." She bent over, whispering in his ear.
"Where did you get those?" He asked.
"I am a dangerous woman." She huskily said, tracing his chin's contour."
Oh well, here he went again, he thought as he felt his erection rise.
"Oh, my, what is that. Who are you thinking about?" Said Alibi, noticing his groin. "Is it Ash? IQ?" She asked.
Maverick was surprised to actually see a jealous spark and a hint of worry in her magnificent chestnut eyes. He groaned as she pressed his penis, as she tried to speed up his answer.
"Only, you." He articulated in response.
"You, who." She squeezed him harder.
He bit his lips, to stop a throaty groan from escaping.
"You, mi amore."
"Tsk, tsk, I am your mistress."
"You mistress." He moaned.
"Good boy."
Instead of using her hand to simulate his sensitive regions, she decided to sit on them and rub them with her owns. Her cheeks too a slight rosy taint. Rocking back and forth, she pleasured both of them. At that point, Maverick already wanted to get rid of those cuffs and touch her, taste her and make her shot his name. However, he could only lay back and enjoy the show.
Suddenly, on a whim it seemed, Alibi stopped her ministrations, startling Maverick. The Lybian-Italian got up and swaying her hips, want for the closet, where she started stripping. Not naturally of course, slowly and sensually. First came off her shirt, revealing her smooth back and tanned skin. Then her pants, showing her long and luscious leg. The American's eyes roamed her figure, now only in bras and panties. It had been a few weeks since they were together and her body still amazed him, toned and chiselled like a goddess statue of old.
Alibi turned toward him, a pout on her face.
"This will not do for a mistress. Don't you think."
Her undergarments were white and simple, cheap. But to be honest, Maverick couldn't care less, before he stood the woman who made his heart beat faster an Olympic runner. He did not have to answer, however, as she turned back to face the closet, bent over and grabbed something from a box behind the other clothes. Maverick couldn't see but soon guessed what it was as Alibi removed her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Her panties were then removed and she threw them without looking on his head. Headshot she thought.
Then she slipped on lacy black underwear. They were made of fine and thin silk, with see-through parts on the side. She continued by putting fishnet pantyhose, and finally high heeled boots completed the outfit. She finally turned towards the abandoned man, who despite only seeing the back hadn't look away for a second.
"What do you think?" She asked, striking a pose, putting her right feet on a small table and slightly bending, showing her cleavage. Maverick gulped before such sight, his manhood throbbing. Alibi's only response was to giggle. Before she analysed Maverick in mock seriousness.
"But." She moved toward him. "Signore Thorn." She singsonged. "You are still clothed. Tsk, this will not do."
She climbed on the bad, or rather on him, straddling his wait and facing his pants. She took them off, she then deliberately pressed her crotch on his, still covered by boxers, taking off his shirt and finally going back to slid off the boxers. As Maverick's finally freed member finally rose in the air, she took hold of it.
"My, aren't you a big boy." She laughed.
Pleasure made its way to Maverick's brain as her hands caressed his member, caressing it slowly but firmly. She continued like this for a good minute, sometimes stroking it faster and faster. He panted as her expert hand made him shiver from delight. She then stopped and started rubbing the precum accumulated at the tip of his rock hard manhood, circling the tip and spreading the liquid around, making him moan. His breath shuddered as her soft and supple hands massaged his testicles, he closed his eyes and let the pleasure flow through him.
"Well, that's good and all. But I am the mistress here."
And without ceremony, Alibi dropped her crotch on his face, surprising him. He did not react soon enough to her liking and she pulled on his short hair, still softly.
"Lick, slave boy." She ordered.
He executed the order without to be told twice. He removed the panties to the side, in order to access her clitoris. And like a thirsty cat, he began to lap her. Making her sigh in relief and pleasure. His ministrations, carefully slow but powerful made her moisten. He licked the juices eagerly, tasting it, as always it tasted this always wonderful aroma. It would have been for anyone else normal tasting, but for him, it tasted like Alibi, it tasted like love.
"Good boy, continue." She encouraged him.
She, herself, got back to her ministrations. This time, bending over and taking the tip in her hot mouth. She licked around like she was trying to clean it. The sour but, for her, enjoyable taste of his precum invading her tongue.
The 69 lasted for a few minutes before, Maverick buckled his hips as she took him further and further down, his pole twitched and the fact that he stopped licking signalled his imminent orgasm. And with precise timing, just before his release, Alibi stopped, lifting her head. She giggled as the powerless Maverick whined and thrust his hip in the air, futilely trying to get some stimulation.
"You still have to learn your place I see. I think it's time I tell you the rules of our little game."
Maverick stopped and listened attentively.
"For each... five orgasms I have, you can have one. And of course, I will tease you mercilessly. Now, 3, 2, 1, lick!" She commanded.
It was with a sexual induced frustration that he got back to his task. The slow and methodical licks were replaced by a rapid tonguing. Alibi relaxed and mewled as her sensitive spot was treated by her lover. With an already built up excitement, it did not take long for her to reach peak pleasure and soon her body convulsed both inside and out. Her juices came gushing on Maverick as her world became pleasure.
"Hmmm. Clean it up, would you."
This command had actually been executed before she asked, as the denied lover lapped the juices flowing from her.
"One down, four to go."
Maverick groaned, he hoped he would see the end of this. Alibi removed her boots, throwing them away before her supple feet came to rub Maverick's penis. The experimentation, she concluded seemed to please the Delta operator since his laboured breath grew in volume, while he continued to lick her. She smirked.
"My, getting hard with my feet. Sheesh. Are you some kind of pervert signore?"
"I-"
"Don't answer! Perverts must be punished!" She took something from her bra, which she slid on his member, it was a cock ring.
"Oh my god, where did you buy all that."
"Its a secret." She singsonged. "Now, please me."
Her feet glided on his member, making it twitch. Sometimes she squeezed it roughly, the nylon burying in his member, tracing marks on his skin. He feet sandwiched his cock, rubbing up and down, up and down. It was agonizing for Maverick as he felt his cum ready to spurt at any moment As such he continued his task with more and more fervour. But the soft and warm feet were distracting and inviting, corrupting like a demon promising his desperate wish, an orgasm.
Maverick's tonguing was the one of an expert, making Alibi blush and lightly yelped, something she realized with some embarrassment. His beard was also rubbing against her crotch and she nearly yelped as its hard hair grazed her clitoris and the lick was accompanied by his beard. For the second time, Alibi came, more juices flowing. Only three, thought Maverick, before shouting as he nearly climaxed and was denied by both Alibi and the ring. His cock head was painfully purple and his blood thundered in his ears.
"Oooh." Whispered Alibi in mock sympathy. "This poor little man down there must be quite in the pain.
She removed her bra and with delicate care, sandwiched the mistreated member between her two perky, warm, fleshy orbs. Maverick moaned, calling her name and exciting her even more. Maverick for his part continued licking despite his aching tongue, but it had become mechanic. For he did not know whether he was in hell or paradise.
As her breast, tightened by her arms, squeezed his dick in the most comfortable of pillows he moaned, thrashed and was denied twice. Those denials felt like someone was stopping him from breathing. His body ached in his prostate and lower regions. But he also felt pleasure, pleasure like he rarely felt, a pleasure that made his head turn.
Pleasure and pain mixed at the point where he confused the two if they did not become one. The pain was pleasurable and the pleasure painful. Tears actually came to his eye, he the tough as nail counter-terrorist, subjected to some of the most brutal, barbarian and painful interrogation methods was tearing up. It was just too good, he started to think it was only a dream or a nightmare.
Those thoughts were dispelled when drops of saliva landed on his tip, wetting him and making him moan. Soon a tongue joined the fray and he buckled his hips, ready to cum, but was stopped by the ring. That damned ring. Meanwhile, his mechanical ministrations intensified. As he sped up, she mischievously sped up too. The two rivalled in speed. Her tongue running quick circles and her breast bouncing around his cock, while her clitoris was mercilessly attacked.
It did not take long for her to cum a third time. She shouted his name this time, making him smirk. Her quivering self, sighed with contentment. But she was already feeling quite tired. However, she absolutely wanted to have her five. She lifted herself from his head, observing his face.
It was an absolute mess, his hair was messy, his face wet, he looked at her with puppy eyes. She chuckled.
"You must be quite fatigued, let me help you a bit."
This time she straddled his torso, letting her moist pussy wet his midsection. She extended her legs and presented her feet to his mouth.
"Lick." She ordered, with a sadistic smile.
The first few licks were hesitant, Maverick's tongue was exploring unknown territory for the first time. Her feet had the sour taste of sweat, but her scent was still here. He licked more and more confidently as time went on. His tongue tracing long traits of saliva on her feet. He even moved his head bit and licked her long and sexy legs. They were shaven, making it smooth and pleasant.
Alibi was pleasuring herself, rubbing her pussy with her fingers. She was panting and was also pleasured by Maverick, she had never tried this but it seemed that foot play was quite the turn one. Her sensitive feet were serviced with great care by Maverick. Her toes curled as he went between them, stealing a satisfied moan from her.
"Aaah. Signore. Pervert." She accused jokingly. At this point, Maverick was not even replying. "Bad boy." She purred.
Her left hand came behind and slapped his member, making him yelp in surprise. She giggled at his reaction.
"Do you like to be slapped, slave. You really are desperate."
Maverick's weak protests were buried by his moans as she slapped his members, making it dangle everywhere, dangerously arousing him. Soon her fingers were massaging her G spot and her juices soon spilt on Maverick's torso, helped by his tongue's ministration.
"You've been a good boy, I'll count this one as the fourth."
Maverick sighed in relief.
"Time to get to the main course." She whispered naughtily;
But she did something that surprised him, she removed the cock ring.
"Try not to cum." She winked at him before dropping herself.
He clenched his teeth as she impaled herself, she for her part moaned and bobbed her head, happy.
"Oh, yeah ho-slave."
She started to bounce up and won, her butt and breasts jiggling.
"Are you-ah- sure you want to-urgh- do it raw?"
"Oh, yeah, take your responsibility for having such an amazing cock slave!" She shouted as she sped up.
It was with teeth and eyes clenched that Maverick tried to not cum, he clenched his lower parts, desperately trying to stop himself, however, the uncaring Italian was bouncing up and won like she was on a rodeo. Her nails were scratching his abdomen, tracing red lines in his white skin.
Alibi was lost in pleasure, a large blush adorning her pretty face as she felt her inside burning from pleasure, the heath of her 'slave's cock still amazing her. Its girth filled her and its size allowed it to reach her pleasure spots. She drooled and let her tongue out of her mouth, uncaring of the sight she gave for the man she loved. She barely heard him shout a warning, but she still heard it. She stopped all motion. Letting the cock in but not doing any friction.
She observed Maverick with a smirk. He was quivering, sweating, his eyes clenched and panting hard. She loved toying with him, she loved having him controlled, shackled to her whims.
She continued bouncing after a while, savouring the immobile but hot cock in her stomach. This time it was quick. Her orgasm came, clenching his dick like a yoke, but she still shouted to not cum. Her orgasm coursed through her body, making every hair on her body stands, she quivered for a minute, pleasure overwhelming her sense.
She laid on him, her breasts on his torso, purring.
"What about me?" Whined Maverick.
"Well, you still have one to do." She replied.
"What!' He shouted.
"Don't get upset or it will be two." She threatened.
He grumbled but agreed as she nipped his nipples. His cock still in her she went back and forth rubbing herself on him while letting his upper cock friction in her vagina. At this point Maverick's vision was blackened, his breath hurt. He felt the painful pleasure course through his entire being. It could have lasted seconds, minutes or hours. But it continued. He did not cum once, Alibi stopping whenever he was about to. And finally, she came, he barely paid attention as she licked her own juices, while she shuddered. He sighed, hoping it would be finally over.
"Reward time." She singsonged.
He opened his eyes.
"You are allowed to cum whenever." She informed him. "You have been a very good boy, she said patting his member.
She laid on his torso, her head on his groin and took his member fully. The sexual pleasure was sky high and he rocked his hips back and forth, trying desperately to cum. Pain. Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure. Both.
"Who has the best pussy in the unit?" Asked Alibi.
What?
"WHO HAS THE BEST PUSSY IN THE UNIT?" Asked Alibi. "ME OR THAT ASH WHORE."
He shouted the only possible response.
"I ONLY HAD YOURS BUT YOU ARE THE BEEST!"
"WHO IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND CHARMING WOMAN IN THE WORLD?"
"YOU!"
"WHO DO YOU LOVE!"
"YOU ARIA!"
And suddenly his vision turned white. His muscles slackened, the pain disappeared, replaced by incomparable bliss. Was he in heaven?
His entire body was shaking uncontrollably, cum was flying everywhere. He shot ten long ropes during an entire minute, painting his lover seed white. She took some in her mouth, drinking it while laughing and patting and stroking his penis, calling him a good boy. When he finished he was so exhausted he nearly passed out.
He did not react when she came and kissed him, bits of cum still in her mouth as her tongue utterly dominated his mouth. She unclasped his cuffs, freeing him. He still did not react, his breathing still laborious, and pleasure echoing through every fibre of his body.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, don't worry." He said, pulling her into a hug.
They stayed silent for a while bathing in the afterglow of their session.
"I love you, and only you." He declared.
She blushed once more, feeling stupid to feel like a jealous lovesick schoolgirl.
"And Ash." She asked, with a squeaky voice.
"Who?" He replied, kissing her.
She smiled her heart fluttering; Good boy.