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Whore Division Ch. 01

By: Faye_Skylark



Erica gave a quick peek over her shoulder to make sure no one was around in the garden park, then bent at the waist and slipped her pouty lips around the thick cock jutting out of Matt's jeans in front of her. She moaned as she took the bulging cock head in her mouth, and then stifled a squeal as Matt suddenly thrust deeper. Erica indulged him with a few quick bobs of her head, gripping his waist with her hands for support.

Erica withdrew her mouth from the cock with a slick popping sound, and stood up, hands resting on her hips. Matt's cock swelled even larger at the sight of her, twitching with anticipation. Erica was a nineteen year old knockout; tall and slender, with a light tan; long brown hair with a sexy fringe; stunning pale eyes and smirking, pouty lips. She had pert, perky natural breasts, a tiny waist, and the tightest round little ass Matt had ever seen. To top it off, she flaunted her figure, dressed in a tight scarlet tank top that cut off to show her midriff and the tiniest pair of mini denim shorts that hugged her ass like a second skin. Knee length heeled 'fuck me' boots completed the irresistible image.

Matt had the foxy teenager at his disposal. Just seeing Erica dressed so slutty had been enough to get Matt instantly hard, but watching her drop to her knees and giving him an eyeful of her impossibly tight tanned cleavage had his cock raging. He needed his dick in her mouth again. He had heard of her rising reputation for some time now; she was one of the best new cocksuckers around. Now she was on her knees before him, her face just inches from his throbbing cock. She had just given him a small tease, a taste of her wet lips and agile tongue, but now he needed the whole thing. Every last inch buried in her gobbling gullet. A frenzied face fucking. He needed the perfect blowjob from the hottest teen whore in town.

He didn't have to wait long.

Erica looked up at Matt, her lips hovering over his cock as she breathed on it. Her pink tongue snaked out and flicked the end, making the cock jump in response. With a smirk, she gave another lick, and another, and another. Matt was gritting his teeth as the pretty brunette kept teasing his cock head with her tongue. Pleasure shot through him in jolts, and Erica could see and feel the effect she was having on the young man.

Before he grew too impatient, Erica deftly gave a long lick up Matt's shaft and proceeded to take his cock into her warm, hungry mouth. Matt grunted as Erica's lips wrapped tightly on his cock and felt her mouth move steadily over his flesh to take his raging boner further down. The feeling of warmth and wetness and her slick agile tongue as his cock slid further was incredible.

Then he felt her suck. Hard. Her cheeks hollowed and her eyes still watched him as she slurped on his cock with vacuum-like suction. Matt let out a long, low groan as the slender young brunette began bobbing her head. With rhythmic motions Erica steadily built up speed and pressure as she dragged her lips back to the rim of the cock head, swirling her tongue around and then pushed back down again to take another few inches of the shaft. Back and forth she continued her steady blowjob, bobbing hungrily on the raging cock in her mouth, leaving it soaked with her spit.

Matt moaned as she blew him. The pleasure was amazing. But he needed more. He knew just how talented she really was, and he was determined to experience her oral skills to the fullest. Matt grabbed her head in his hands firmly, wrapping his fingers around her silky brown hair until he had a solid grip. Erica knew what was coming and opened her mouth even wider, tilting her head to the perfect angle.

With a loud growl Matt held Erica's head down and gave a mighty thrust deep into her mouth. His cock surged forward, ramming against the opening of Erica's throat, but it was so tight it hadn't yet pushed in. Grunting, Matt began to thrust away at Erica's gorgeous face, pummelling her tight throat until it gave way and his cock slid into its depths with a great squelching noise. Matt gave a triumphant yell and held Erica's face down, forcing her to deep throat him. Erica was no stranger to a rough throat fuck, and while she gagged a little she happily kept her face impaled on Matt's cock.

"Mmmmnnnghh!" Erica moaned, her voice muffled around Matt's dick.

Her rosy lips clung to the base of his shaft, her nose buried in his belly. Matt's firm grip kept her head in place as he began making quick, sharp thrusts while still lodged firmly in her throat. Erica could feel Matt quivering with pleasure as he face fucked her in earnest, pushing in and out of her throat as he relentlessly made use of her mouth. Suddenly Matt made an especially powerful thrust, ramming his cock straight down Erica's throat. Erica gagged heavily and her throat constricted around the solid dick meat crammed down her gullet.

Matt's cock exploded, surging forward and blasting a wave of hot cum into Erica's throat and straight to her belly. Erica felt his cock begin to withdraw until the head was pulsing on her tongue and unloading another shot of cum. She moaned around his spurting cock in pleasure and sucked firmly but gently as two more waves filled her mouth. Finally, Matt slowly withdrew his spent dick, wiping the tip on Erica's pouty lips and leaving a streak of white cum from them to her chin.

Erica opened her mouth wide; showing off the tremendous load Matt had deposited, and then threw her head back and swallowed the lot. With a grin she licked her lips and wiped off the cum on her chin with a finger, sucking it off before hopping up happily to her feet.

Matt was stuffing his cock back in his jeans, and had a glazed look plastered over his face.

"So, I trust you'll send over your report to Whore Division soon?" asked Erica. "They'll be expecting it. I'm almost a full special agent, and your satisfaction might be just enough to get me promoted!"

"Of course," answered Matt. "It'll be a glowing review. That was fucking spectacular! With a mouth like that you'll be one of the best agents Whore Division has out there for sure. I'm surprised you weren't an agent already!"

"Oh, it takes a lot of cocks to suck before we make full agent," answered Erica. "Plus I still need more training in comprehensive fucking, anal attendance and group service dynamics. It's a very intense course. My specialty is the oral component, as you just witnessed." 

"I'll say!" Exclaimed Matt, still a bit delirious from the blowjob. "Hey, so will I see you around again Erica?"

The sexy brunette had already begun to walk off, but paused to throw a look over her shoulder at Matt, her long hair whirling around her as she fixed him with her pale, clear eyes.

"Wherever there's a hard, thick cock in this city that needs our special service, you can be sure I'll be there! After all, that's what Whore Division exists for," said Erica with a wink.

And with that, the slim, slutty brunette strutted away into the distance, her tight ass cheeks swaying in the grip of her tiny denim shorts.

Whore Division Ch. 02



"This was a setup!" Erica exclaimed as she wiped a strand of cum from her lips. "You betrayed the Division, Klaus!"

"Hardly!" retorted Klaus von Hammerhard. "I was merely presented with a more advantageous opportunity. Perhaps Whore Division should think harder about sending such an inexperienced junior agent to satisfy their clients next time."

Klaus stroked his sleek blonde hair idly, and leaned back on his desk with his arms folded, as if bored.

"You seemed well satisfied to me," Erica said dryly, her hands curling up into fists.

"Perhaps," replied Klaus coldly, "but Amanda here simply offered such a well-rounded experience. I could not pass it up. The device will go to her and Slut Directorate."

Amanda shot Erica a smug look as she stood beside Klaus, a hand on one hip and the other twirling a lock of her wavy auburn hair. Amanda looked as slutty and evil as ever in a cleavage popping black vest and skin-tight black leather pants that accentuated every curved inch of her long legs. Erica had to admit she looked stunningly hot, and it made her all the more furious over how she had been upstaged.

Erica glared at the athletic, busty Amanda. The bitch had been Erica's arch-rival ever since she began training at Whore Division. When Amanda had shown her true colours by betraying Division and defecting to Slut Directorate, Erica had sworn to avenge her agency by taking Amanda down. But every time she encountered the auburn-haired slut, Amanda was always one step ahead.

Now, yet again, Amanda had come out on top.

Erica decided to try another angle of attack, "come now, Klaus. You haven't yet sampled everything I have to offer. Perhaps you shouldn't be so rash to make a decision."

"Please," said Klaus, "you think I haven't read your file? You've only just made agent. You haven't even been sanctioned to fuck yet. You were just here on a routine suck off."

"Maybe not, but I'm willing to bend the rules," said Erica, slowly walking over to Klaus in long, sultry movements. "If, that is, the device goes to Whore Division like you agreed."

"Klaus," warned Amanda, "you said the device will go with me. You know she won't be able to fuck you like I will."

Klaus shoved Amanda aside and grabbed Erica by her long brown hair in a tight fist.

"I'll do whatever I please, and I'll fuck whoever I please!" growled Klaus. "Let's consider negotiations re-opened! I'll fuck this little teen Erica here first, and afterwards if you can do better than her, Amanda, the device will go to you. If you're as good as you say, Mandy, there shouldn't be a problem!"

Klaus then roughly pushed Erica down, bending her over his desk until her breasts were pressed against the surface and her round ass stuck out over the edge. Erica gasped, but let herself be shoved down. This was the best option she could hope for. A proper fuck contest between herself and Amanda. She was sure that her tight, young body would win Klaus over and allow her to complete her mission. It would be close, but at least now she would have a fighting chance.

From the corner of her eye, Erica could see Amanda smouldering with rage as she looked on. Clearly things weren't going to plan for her. Erica grinned to herself, happy to finally be outfoxing the she-fox herself.

Then Klaus began lifting up the end of Erica's tiny red dress over her tanned ass, revealing her lacy black panties and the black suspenders holding up her stockings. With a low hiss, Klaus gasped as he pulled down the panties and revealed Erica's glistening pussy, already slick with juices in anticipation.

Klaus could not resist. He bent down and ran his tongue across her, making Erica shudder with pleasure. He kissed and licked and slurped on her gorgeous slit, making it run with juices as Erica began to whimper and writhe, feeling her heat and pleasure build.

Yet before Erica could really get lost in the sensations, Klaus suddenly stood and she gasped in surprise and delight as she felt the thick, smooth cock she had sucked off not minutes earlier press against her opening and slowly begin to push inside her from behind.

"Get ready to be fucked, Agent Erica," moaned Klaus, as he thrust powerfully forward and impaled his aching member inside the pretty brunette bent over his desk before him.

**

24 Hours Earlier.

"Erica, you're late!" yelled Director Booker.

"Sorry sir, I was held up in medical. Doc was having a bit of trouble concentrating because of his huge erection so I was blowing-"

"You're an agent now, Erica," sighed Booker, "you don't need to suck every hard-on in the agency just because it's there anymore. That's trainee duty."

As if to punctuate his point Booker patted the bobbing head of the petite little brunette on her knees in front of him. Erica recognised the girl as Cara, a fair skinned enthusiastic eighteen year old trainee with a lot of potential that had just joined Whore Division. She was in the middle of giving very thorough head to Director Booker, and slurped away noisily as her shimmering shoulder length raven hair bounced along with her energetic bobbing. Cara was wearing a cute sky blue sundress and looked as pretty as a picture; but for the incongruity of the Director's giant, bulging cock crammed in her mouth.

Erica herself had serviced Booker and other Division personnel plenty of times as a trainee. Booker especially; tall, black and solidly thick in every way, had been one of Erica's favourites. But now she was a proper agent. Her little trial assignment with Matt the other day had been a resounding success, and seen her promoted well ahead of her class on the basis of her outstanding oral abilities. At just nineteen, Erica was one of the youngest people to be promoted to full agent in Whore Division's history. It was a tremendous point of pride for her, but now she mused that she would have to adapt much faster if she was to be taken seriously. Showing up late to her first briefing was not giving the best impression.

"Let's continue with the briefing than, shall we," said Booker.

Erica took a seat in one of the empty chairs in the office. There was no desk or table, instead just a small semi-circular scattering of chairs around a large monitor in the wall, which Director Booker stood to the side of. Erica smoothed out her crisp, tight blouse; strategically unbuttoned to reveal a sizeable eyeful of cleavage while still leaving room for wanting more. Her tight red leather mini skirt slowly rode up her thighs as she crossed her long legs and showed off her crimson heels. Erica's long straight brown hair was tied up into a high ponytail, and her pale eyes cast their gaze across the room to see who else was in the briefing.

Besides Director Booker and Cara, there were two others in the room, both agents.

Michael was a ruggedly handsome, charming stud of a young man with wavy light brown hair and a shade of stubble. He had been one of Erica's main instructors during her traineeship, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to his cool, calm demeanour and lean body. They'd had many a hot, steamy training session; and more than a few private ones on the side. Just being in the room with him was enough to get her feeling hot and bothered.

Well, that, and the noisy little blowjob Cara was giving the sexy, black Director. As much as Erica had grown used to such activities at Division, it was always hard to ignore too.

The other agent was Lucille, a slim, haughty blonde that Erica had always detested. Lucille was aloof and difficult to get to know under the best of circumstances, and she had always given Erica an especially hard time during training. At just twenty one years old, Lucille had only graduated to agent less than a year ago, but in that time she had made sure to pick on Erica whenever she was instructing. Many a time, Lucille had made Erica to suck off one guy after another until her jaw was aching and her neck was sore from exhaustion.

On the monitor before them were several photographs and schematics. Booker, still being attended to by Cara, gave a groan of pleasure before proceeding with the briefing.

"The man in the picture is Klaus von Hammerhard," began Booker. "He runs a small but well connected private security firm called Denizen, and has had low level contact with Whore Division on occasion. He provides us with critical information; we indulge him in our special services."

Cara chose this moment to cheekily wiggle her face down further on Booker's meaty black cock and took it down her throat with a great squelching sound. Booker tried his best to maintain his impassive expression, but Erica could see his eye twitching as he grunted in response. Erica struggled not to giggle, and bit on her lip to stifle it. From the corner of her eye, Erica could see Michael grinning and Lucille rolling her eyes.

"Ahem," said Booker as if clearing his throat. "Hammerhard is a small level player, and we haven't bothered much with him in the past. But his company has recently come into possession of an item that we have a very keen interest in. Whore Division has been tasked with retrieving that item."

"Is that the schematics of it there?" asked Lucille, indicating to an image on the monitor.

"Yes, that's the device," answered Booker. "It's a prototype. We call it the Botton Device, after the scientist who developed it. Whore Division has been after the Botton Device for some time."

"That's a strange schematic," commented Michael. "It looks like an ancient sketch, not an engineering plan."

"That's because it is," said Booker. "The device is based on a design that's hundreds of years old, using science well ahead of its time. That's one of the many mysteries that will be solved once we get our hands on- ugghh!"

Booker gasped in reaction to Cara's oral ministrations. She had been steadily deep throating Booker back and forth in the meantime, and his cock was fast approaching climax. Looking up at him with her wide bright blue eyes, Cara pulled her head back until just cock head rested on her tongue and then clamping her pink lips tight around it she began to rapidly suck and bob her mouth. Focussing just on the head, Cara slid her lips and tongue over it with hyperactive speed and urgency, maintaining her blue-eyed gaze on Booker's face and reactions the entire time.

Ever the professional, Booker continued to deliver his briefing through ragged breaths as he rested his hands on the back of Cara's bobbing brunette head, urging her to keep up the good work.

"The mission is... ahhh... simple," moaned Booker as Cara sucked him off. "Erica, you're to visit Hammerhard at the night club which operates as the front for his business. It's a routine exchange... oh fuck yes Cara! Ahem. Blow Hammerhard. Retrieve the Botton Device. Uhhh! Uhh! Oh yeah... Then get the hell out of there. Michael will provide logistical support and be on hand to step in. Lucille, you'll run interference, make sure Erica gets in to see Hammerhard without being disturbed. Ahhh! Aaaghh! So close... You all leave in two hours!"

Unable to split his attention any longer, Booker lurched his throbbing cock out of Cara's mouth and grabbed hold of it with one of his great big hands. He began wanking furiously over Cara's face.

"Here it comes!" boomed Director Booker, his hand a blur over his cock.

With a great, trembling shout the Director came. His cock spurted heavily onto Cara's pale, picturesque face. The first blast unloaded from her forehead down to her waiting open mouth, and she squealed gleefully as she took it. The second sailed over her face to splatter in her lovely dark hair. With a grunt, Booker delivered two more streaks of cum over her freckled cheeks and lovely pink lips. With a long, satisfied sigh, he pushed his thick cock back into Cara's mouth and let her clean it off for him.

Erica couldn't help but moan and wiggle in her seat. She was hungry for cock now, and didn't think she could wait until the mission to get her fix. Looking around the room, even Michael and Lucille seemed stirred up by the debauched display.

Looking up, Booker glared at the three agents who remained in their seats, transfixed by the sight of Cara with a full cum load unleashed on her pretty face and hair.

"Dismissed!" Director Booker barked at his agents, sending them scurrying from the room.

**

Erica was making eyes at Michael, biting her lip in her best attempt to pull off a sultry look as she undid another button in her blouse to expose more tanned cleavage for him.

She had cornered Michael in his cramped little office just after their briefing with Booker. The display Cara had given sucking off the Director had made Erica incredibly horny. That together with her rising nerves over her first mission as an agent, and she desperately needed a nice, solid cock in her for some relief.

Michael was still laughing her off, smiling indulgently as she tried to stir him up.

"Honestly Erica, I just came from a pretty thorough training session with Tiffany. We were going at it pretty hard. I'm completely spent!" Michael insisted.

Erica pouted at his protests, undoing another button on her blouse and revealing her lacy black bra beneath.

"Completely?" asked Erica, batting her eyelids at Michael innocently as she pressed into him. She grinned up at him as she reached down lightly stroked her fingers over the outline of his cock in his suit trousers. She could feel its bulge twitching and stiffening as she traced her fingernails over it. Gently rubbing his balls, Michael tried, but failed, to suppress a moan.

Spurred on by the success she was having, Erica deftly unbuckled Michael's trousers and quickly unzipped them, yanking them to the floor along with his boxers.

Michael's rigid cock sprang out, thrusting up in the air at attention and already glistening with precum on the tip.

"Well, not completely..." groaned Michael.

"Good," smiled Erica wickedly as she pushed him down onto the little sofa in the room, scattering stacks of files and papers lying about in the process.

Hiking her short red skirt up around her waist, Erica dropped her panties and climbed onto the sofa after Michael, planting her legs on either side of him as she straddled the sexy agent. She was already soaking wet with excitement. Grabbing hold of his erect cock, she guided it up into her snug hot pussy as she impaled herself on him with a scream of ecstasy.

Throwing her head back and bracing her hands on Michael's powerful, toned shoulders, Erica gasped and yelled in delight as she began riding the incredible stud beneath her. Her long hair flung around her as she shook and moaned; her back arching as she took his long cock straight up into her.

Erica was still wearing her clothes and they were getting increasingly dishevelled as they fucked. Michael pawed and fondled Erica's breasts through them, hungrily planting his mouth in her tremendous cleavage.

Their fucking was fast and desperate, as they both thrust relentlessly against each other in a feverish struggle to climax.

As Erica approached her peak, Michael grabbed her butt and began slamming his cock rapidly inside of her, driving her over the edge. Erica screamed and convulsed powerfully as she orgasmed, her thighs squeezing Michael's waist until he gasped.

"Get on the floor!" Michael demanded breathlessly.

Still quivering from her own climax, Erica complied, shakily getting off Michael and dropping to her knees before him. She brought her face in line with his cock just in time, her mouth wide open to receive his gift.

With a roar Michael exploded into Erica's waiting mouth. His cock barraged her extended tongue and moist lips with rapid jets of cum. Finally the spurting subsided and Erica swallowed what she could as cum dripped off her lips and down onto her chest and cleavage.

It was only then, as the two of them caught their breath that they noticed an angry-looking Lucille standing in the doorway. Erica couldn't help but detect a hint of jealousy across the face of the stern but sexy blonde.

"Get off your asses you two and get yourselves cleaned up," ordered Lucille. "Erica, you have to be dressed and ready for action in fifteen minutes. I'm not having you screw up your first mission on my watch!"

With that, Lucille stormed off.

Still basking in the afterglow of her satisfying fuck, Erica turned back to Michael and made a little pout.

"So, you ready for your first mission as an agent, Erica?" asked Michael, a big grin on his stubbled face.

Erica poked her tongue at him.

"I am now," said the sultry brunette, as another trickle of cum rolled off her lips and fell into her cleavage.

**

To be continued...



Whore Division Ch. 03



"Hammerhard isn't taking visitors right now," growled the hulking guard as he eyed the two luscious young women before him.

Erica and Lucille were both dressed for clubbing, scantily clad in outfits specially prepared by Division, and the guard was worked up as it was already.

Erica was a nineteen year old brunette with pale eyes, a luscious tan, and long straightened hair with a sultry fringe. Her long, leggy body had been poured into a tiny red dress over black lingerie, suspenders and stockings. Hints of her lacy black bra and a generous portion of tanned cleavage were on full display as she had strutted through the club, turning more than a few heads.

Beside her the twenty one year old slim, frosty blonde Lucille was more casually underdressed, sporting a blue halter top and a tiny pair of navy shorts that showed off her smooth creamy legs.

Seeing these two foxy young women was doing little to alleviate the guard's growing lust. Instead of being attended to like his boss, he was stuck on door duty to the private VIP area of Club Zeitgeist.

Club Zeitgeist was one of the hottest clubs in the city. It wasn't at all large, but it was extremely exclusive, and both its owners and its patrons valued the security and secrecy Zeitgeist provided. The fact that it was also the front of Klaus von Hammerhard's notorious private security firm Denizen made it all the more difficult to access.

Whore Division however had maintained a loose relationship with Hammerhard for some time, and its agents had full access to Zeitgeist on the odd occasion when its owner had valuable information to trade in exchange for Division's delectable services.

Tonight's occasion was more critical; Klaus von Hammerhard was not offering simply information, but the highly prized Botton Device.

Erica, with backup from fellow agents Michael and Lucille, had been tasked with specially attending to Klaus von Hammerhard and retrieving the Botton Device. It was a routine mission, and Erica was not expecting any trouble or difficulties. It was her very first proper mission as a full agent, and the stunning brunette was eager to prove herself to Director Booker back at Division, as well as perhaps show off a little to Agent Michael in the process.

Only now, there seemed to be something wrong, and agents Erica and Lucille weren't getting the access they were promised. Instead a stubborn, hulking bodyguard stood in their way.

"Your boss is expecting us," said Erica. "This was all arranged already."

"We're from Division," added Lucille.

"Fuck, how many sluts does Mr. Hammerhard need," grumbled the guard, "I just sent your friend up not more than ten minutes ago!"

Lucille shot Erica an alarmed look.

"What do you mean you sent someone up already?" Erica asked the guard.

"The bitchy chick in the tight leather pants," answered the guard. "Had a real fine ass. Why can't I get service from someone like that..."

"We need to get up there right away!" exclaimed Erica.

The guard crossed his beefy arms and shook his head.

"Boss was pretty clear there were to be no interruptions," said the guard. "And I'll be damned if I send up some more hot pieces of tail without getting any myself.

Erica and Lucille both exchanged knowing glances. The guard wanted in on the action if he was going to let them pass, and they were perfectly capable of providing him with the service he desired. But each moment they wasted the greater the risk of blowing their mission.

"Give us a moment," Lucille told the guard before pulling Erica away with her out of earshot.

"Ok Erica, this mission has just gotten complicated," Lucille whispered urgently to her partner.

"We're going to have to offer the guard something," said Erica. "We need to get that device and we can't do that if he doesn't let us through to see Klaus. Maybe we could let him feel us up?"

"I don't see that guard letting us through without getting anything less than a blowjob," said Lucille flatly. "But this is supposed to be a routine assignment, and we haven't been sanctioned to service some lowly goons."

"We're going to have to do something, we need to get in to see Klaus!" said Erica. "What about Michael? Could he find another way in for us?"

"Michael's got his hands full fucking the bartender girl, a known information dealer, from tipping off any of our rivals that we're here and the trade is going down now. He needs to be keeping her busy until we get out of here with the device."

"Shit, of course," swore Erica. "But what are we going to do?"

"Look it's breaking protocol, but this kind of obstacle can happen on missions," sighed Lucille. "That's where we have to improvise. Adapt. You're getting your first real taste of what working for Division is really like. Plus I'm worried about who the hell this other girl is that's been sent up to him already."

"What are you thinking? Could it be Slut Directorate?" asked Erica, her eyes wide with alarm.

Slut Directorate was a shadowy and powerful crime syndicate that had been arch-enemies of Whore Division for many years. They operated much as Whore Division did, using special sexual services to gather intelligence and accomplish risky operations. However Slut Directorate used this to advance their evil goals of world domination. The thought that they would be going up against them on her first mission made Erica shudder.

"I don't think so, it's probably just some random tart from the club," said Lucille, shaking her head. "But if it was Slut Division, we're going to have a big problem on our hands. This is why we need to work out a plan quickly."

"So should we go suck him off together?" asked Erica.

"No, we don't have time for that," said Lucille. "We need to get you in to see Klaus. Look, I'll blow the guard, and we'll leverage that to get you in to Klaus' office to make the trade for the Botton Device. When you get in there, you won't have me for backup because I'll be busy with that meat head's cock stuffed in my mouth, so you'll be on your own. Don't screw it up!"

"I won't," said Erica with steely determination.

With that, the two gorgeous agents strode back over to the guard, their hips swaying as they saucily walked.

"Well?" said block headed guard, licking his lips as he watched the two sexy young women walk right up to him, giving him smoky looks with their eyes. His erection strained painfully against his pants. He hoped desperately they had decided to give him some relief. Lackeys like him never got any service when Division visited Klaus on the odd occasion. He could usually score with some club chicks, but Division girls were in a whole other league. Just once he wanted to feel his cock sucked by some of those perfect pouty lips.

"If you let my friend through to see Klaus, you can come with me and I'll give you a thorough treatment," said Lucille, stroking her fingernails over his chest.

"I want both of you," demanded the guard. "Then you can both go through."

"If you want both of us, all you'll get to do is a little groping," negotiated Lucille, as her fingers now moved down to brush over the guard's bulging cock in his trousers, "but if you let my friend pass, I'll give you the best blowjob of your life."

"Fuck..." growled the guard. "Ok, damn it, fine! You can go through."

The guard moved aside to let Erica squeeze past and head up the stairs behind him to Klaus von Hammerhard's office.

As Erica peeked over her shoulder, she could see the hulking guard already pushing Lucille to her knees while unzipping his trousers with his other hand. In a flash his raging red dick was out. Its girth was massive, and while not incredibly long, the cock's impressive thickness was enough to stop Erica dead in her tracks and watch with her jaw dropped.

The guard roughly seized Lucille's platinum blonde hair into one fist and hurriedly shoved her face down onto his meaty member. Despite the rough urgency of her client, Lucille was a professional and had her mouth ready and wide open to accommodate the stiff dick. Within moments her luscious pink lips were stretched tightly over the cock as she began to fellate the throbbing monster in her wet and willing mouth.

With a start, Erica finally shook herself out of her trance as she watched Lucille begin bobbing her head with the studied experience of a professional agent of Whore Division. Lucille may not have had the same natural talent with blowjobs that Erica possessed, but she had been a qualified agent for some time and had the fundamentals down precisely.

With great effort Erica tore her eyes away from the spectacle and continued up the stairs to Klaus' office.

**

As Erica burst through the door into Klaus' office, she was surprised to see that the tall, blonde man was simply flicking through some papers as he sat at his desk. The office was large and luxurious, though a little creepy. The walls were all aquariums, lit from underneath by moody glowing blue lights as hundreds of tropical fish swam about within.

Other than Klaus and the fish, the office was empty. No mystery woman to speak of.

"You're alone?" Erica blurted out.

Klaus calmly looked up and observed the young brunette, panting slightly from running up the stairs in a hurry. He stroked his hair slowly and beckoned Erica in.

"Ah, I take it you are my guest from Whore Division tonight?" asked Klaus.

"Yes, I'm Erica. I'm here to carry out the trade as agreed for the Botton Device."

"Good. Very good. My, you are a fine specimen. I don't believe we've met before. My name is Klaus von Hammerhard."

"A pleasure, sir."

"You know, it's a shame Whore Division did not see fit to sanction a fuck for us tonight. Apparently I don't warrant highly enough as a client to meet those requirements, despite the rare offer I have made to Division with the Botton Device. It's all the harder since you look so... ravishing."

Klaus leered hungrily at Erica, and she could feel his eyes raking over her body, fixating on her tanned thighs showing between the stockings and the high hem line of the red dress.

"I'm afraid that's out of my control," said Erica. "Perhaps after this trade you'll be upgraded and you can have more of me in the future. But I assure you that in the meantime my oral services are out of this world."

"I don't doubt it... Well Erica, I believe the conditions of the trade have been made clear to you. I have much business to attend to tonight, so we shall make this fast," said Klaus as he leaned back in his chair and unzipped his pants. "Come over here my sweet little thing and get to work."

Breathing a sigh of relief that everything was proceeding as planned, Erica sashayed around the desk and over to Klaus, immediately noticing the man's great big hard-on sticking up from his trousers. Erica knew from her training that often a client like this would usually fancy a bit of fondling and foreplay, perhaps even some stripping, before getting down to the main course, usually in the hopes of drawing out and savouring their time with a Whore Division agent.

Klaus however clearly had no patience for such things tonight.

"Suck," Klaus commanded Erica, signalling her to get on her knees.

Not wasting any time, Erica got down and gave Klaus a spectacular view of her tremendous cleavage all tightly squeezed together in her red dress. Already a little wet from watching Lucille taking the guard's cock in her mouth outside, Erica hungrily wrapped her lips around Klaus' formidable rod and began her contractual blowjob.

Erica moaned with satisfaction as she felt the hot throbbing meat in her mouth, jerking over her tongue as she began bobbing her head with enthusiastic strokes. Erica was already sucking fast, but now she got deeper and deeper, craving to cram as much dick between her pouty red lips as she possibly could.

Klaus was being strangely quiet, but she could hear his breathing rapidly increase and feel his hips begin to urgently push and thrust upwards, aching to get further into Erica's delectable wet mouth.

Encouraged by this, Erica pulled off his cock momentarily and spat a great big wad of saliva back onto Klaus' erect shaft. Then without hesitation she dived her face back onto it, pushing herself down until his cock slid right over her tongue and down deep into her throat.

"Mmmmmnghh! Mnnnhh mmnghh hmmmnn!" Erica hummed and moaned around Klaus' cock as she steadily bobbed her head in great long strokes, feeding the dick in and out of her throat with growing speed and pressure.

"Oh God!" Klaus cried out, his hands now reaching to hold her head down in his lap.

Erica smiled, as best she could, around the cock gagging her mouth. She was finally getting some powerful reactions. It wouldn't be long now.

Though he placed his hands on the back of her head, Klaus didn't use his grip to begin face fucking Erica, instead letting her continue the blowjob at her own pace.

"Ah Erica, your mouth is certainly living up to its reputation," breathed Klaus as the slutty brunette slurped away on his dick. "Keep sucking, I have some business to attend to while you do... You may come back in, Amanda!"

Erica gagged a bit at the mention of that name, compounding the gagging she was taking from the cock in her throat. Amanda? She thought. Surely it couldn't be...

Erica's worst fears were confirmed when she heard the smug, superior voice she instantly knew and recognised as Amanda's. The Amanda that had bested Erica in every single training course at Division. The Amanda that had betrayed Whore Division and defected to Slut Directorate.

"Erica, a full patriotic agent for Whore Division now, on her knees sucking cock as usual," said Amanda in her rich, husky voice. "Yet just like always you're going to be fucked over by me!"

Erica tried to lurch herself off Klaus' cock, but he was having none of it. His hands resting on the back of her head had suddenly gripped her firmly and held her head in place as he finished himself off in her mouth and throat with a sudden barrage of rapid thrusts.

"Uh uh ugh! Oh fuck, take my cum you whore!" Screamed Klaus as he unloaded a jet burst of hot cum into Erica's mouth.

Finally Klaus released her head and she pulled off, her mouth still full of cum as she desperately swallowed what she could, the rest spilling out from between her lips.

"This was a setup!" Erica exclaimed as she wiped a strand of cum from her lips. "You betrayed the Division, Klaus!"

"Hardly!" retorted Klaus von Hammerhard. "I was merely presented with a more advantageous opportunity. Perhaps Whore Division should think harder about sending such an inexperienced junior agent to satisfy their clients next time."

Klaus stroked his sleek blonde hair idly, and leaned back on his desk with his arms folded, as if bored.

"You seemed well satisfied to me," Erica said dryly, her hands curling up into fists.

"Perhaps," replied Klaus coldly, "but Amanda here simply offered such a well-rounded experience. I could not pass it up. The device will go to her and Slut Directorate."

Amanda shot Erica a smug look as she stood beside Klaus, a hand on one hip and the other twirling a lock of her wavy auburn hair. Amanda looked as slutty and evil as ever in a cleavage popping black vest and skin-tight black leather pants that accentuated every curved inch of her long legs. Erica had to admit she looked stunningly hot, and it made her all the more furious over how she had been upstaged.

Erica glared at the athletic, busty Amanda. The bitch had been Erica's arch-rival ever since she began training at Whore Division. When Amanda had shown her true colours by betraying Division and defecting to Slut Directorate, Erica had sworn to avenge her agency by taking Amanda down. But every time she encountered the auburn-haired slut, Amanda was always one step ahead.

Now, yet again, Amanda had come out on top.

Erica decided to try another angle of attack, "come now, Klaus. You haven't yet sampled everything I have to offer. Perhaps you shouldn't be so rash to make a decision."

"Please," said Klaus, "you think I haven't read your file? You've only just made agent. You haven't even been sanctioned to fuck yet. You were just here on a routine suck off."

"Maybe not, but I'm willing to bend the rules," said Erica, slowly walking over to Klaus in long, sultry movements. "If, that is, the device goes to Whore Division like you agreed."

"Klaus," warned Amanda, "you said the device will go with me. You know she won't be able to fuck you like I will."

Klaus shoved Amanda aside and grabbed Erica by her long brown hair in a tight fist.

"I'll do whatever I please, and I'll fuck whoever I please!" growled Klaus. "Let's consider negotiations re-opened! I'll fuck this little teen Erica here first, and afterwards if you can do better than her, Amanda, the device will go to you. If you're as good as you say, Mandy, there shouldn't be a problem!"

Klaus then roughly pushed Erica down, bending her over his desk until her breasts were pressed against the surface and her round ass stuck out over the edge. Erica gasped, but let herself be shoved down. This was the best option she could hope for. A proper fuck contest between herself and Amanda. She was sure that her tight, young body would win Klaus over and allow her to complete her mission. It would be close, but at least now she would have a fighting chance.

From the corner of her eye, Erica could see Amanda smouldering with rage as she looked on. Clearly things weren't going to plan for her. Erica grinned to herself, happy to finally be outfoxing the she-fox herself.

Then Klaus began lifting up the end of Erica's tiny red dress over her tanned ass, revealing her lacy black panties and the black suspenders holding up her stockings. With a low hiss, Klaus gasped as he pulled down the panties and revealed Erica's glistening pussy, already slick with juices in anticipation.

Klaus could not resist. He bent down and ran his tongue across her, making Erica shudder with pleasure. He kissed and licked and slurped on her gorgeous slit, making it run with juices as Erica began to whimper and writhe, feeling her heat and pleasure build.

Yet before Erica could really get lost in the sensations, Klaus suddenly stood and she gasped in surprise and delight as she felt the thick, smooth cock she had sucked off not minutes earlier press against her opening and slowly begin to push inside her from behind.

"Get ready to be fucked, Agent Erica," moaned Klaus, as he thrust powerfully forward and impaled his aching member inside the pretty brunette bent over his desk before him.

Erica felt her eyes roll back in her head and groaned loudly as she felt Klaus enter her from behind with a violent thrust. Her whole body lurched against the desk she was bent over, causing her breasts to slide over the smooth table top with a squeak. Erica gripped the edge of the desk with her hands and tried to prop herself up to look over her shoulder, but Klaus held her down with a firm hand on the small of her back and delivered another great thrust.

"Aaaah!" Erica cried out, half in discomfort, half in ecstasy as Klaus filled up her soaking pussy with his shaft before pulling out and slamming back in again.

"Aaah! Aaaah! Aaaaah!" Erica squealed in pleasurable distress as Klaus von Hammerhard relentlessly pounded her from behind, fulfilling the promise of his surname in the process.

The desk shook each time Klaus thrust as he began picking up speed and delivered his fucking with eagerness. He groaned and grunted with pleasure, feeling the rippling flesh of Erica's tight, young pussy squeeze and clutch at him as he enjoyed the view of her incredible ass and narrow waist. Her long dark brown hair shook around her head as he pummelled her, their silky straight locks falling perfectly over her neck and flushed cheeks.




Whore Division Ch. 03



"Oh damn, this is the best fuck I've had in years!" Klaus cried out, fucking faster and harder as he approached climax. "No wonder Whore Division makes it so exclusive! I would kill to get access to this!"

Erica screamed again in pleasure as Klaus made thorough use of her, inwardly thrilled that she was performing so well. There was no way Amanda could beat her now, she was sure.

"Fuck, I'm cumming Erica!" Klaus yelled as he gave one final mighty thrust and began flooding Erica's passage with his seed.

Erica struggled to regain her breath as she felt Klaus' cum spurt inside her. Her head spun as she watched the colourful tropical fishes in the aquarium walls dart about.

"Damn, I am utterly spent," said Klaus with a satisfied moan as he pulled out of Erica and rubbed his cock against her round ass. "I think it's pretty clear that the Botton Device will be going to you, Erica."

Erica grinned to herself in triumph. She did it! Then all of a sudden she felt Klaus go suddenly still and stiff behind her. Erica whipped her head around just in time to see Amanda behind Klaus, brutally snapping his neck as she twisted his head in her hands.

"Think again, Hammerhard," said Amanda sweetly as she let Klaus' dead body drop to the floor. "No one goes back on a deal with Slut Directorate."

Amanda blew a kiss to Erica, while her other hand clutched a strange looking contraption Erica immediately recognised as the Botton Device.

"Until next time, my favourite whore," smirked Amanda.

With that, Amanda rushed through what appeared to be a hidden passage between the aquarium walls. Erica was already on her feet and just moments behind her, but it was too late. Amanda had sealed the door. It must have been an escape passage for Klaus, but now Erica's arch-enemy was using it to get away.

Erica looked back at the dead Klaus on the floor, his cock now hanging limply to the side, his fishes still swarming about in their aquariums, and his cum still adorned on Erica's lips.

"I am so fucked," said Erica with a sigh.



Whore Division Ch. 04



The sexy nineteen year old brunette Erica stood at attention in Director Booker's office, nervously biting her lip. She had only just made full agent in Whore Division, but her very first mission had gone badly awry when she was thwarted by her nemesis Amanda of the rival agency Slut Directorate.

Director Booker was not at all pleased, standing with his arms crossed and a frighteningly intense expression on his face. The big, black Director had promoted Erica well ahead of most of her trainee class, and was clearly embarrassed and furious that she had failed her mission so spectacularly.

Erica fidgeted as she stood before Booker in little more than a black tank top, denim mini skirt and a few accessories. She had dressed casually because she knew she had been rostered for training today, but standing before the Director she now felt quite underdressed. She had already been debriefed after her mission, and Booker knew all the sordid details, but he nevertheless insisted that she come up to see him.

Booker had already spent the past ten minutes grilling her over her incompetence, but now that he had blown off that steam, he had settled into a more dark and pensive mood. Erica always found the Director a little intimidating, and reflected that she preferred him angry and yelling than the intensity of his silent brooding.

"Erica, refresh my memory..." began Director Booker, "what do you think Whore Division is?"

"Sir," answered Erica, quickly and professionally, "Whore Division is an elite black ops branch of the Sexual Intelligence Agency, dedicated to gathering intelligence and performing high risk operations to protect and advance the national interest."

"Very good," said Booker darkly, "and what do we do at Whore Division?"

"We leverage sexual power and ability to achieve objectives set by Division, sir," replied Erica.

"Indeed we do, Erica," whispered Booker menacingly. "Why then, on a simple suck-and-fetch mission did you fail to retrieve the Botton Device and complete the objective I set you?"

"I- I'm sorry, sir" answered Erica, completely dejected.

"I keep running it over in my mind, and something just isn't sitting right," growled Booker.

"What do you mean, sir?" asked Erica.

"Well I know where you went wrong," said Booker. "That was painfully clear. Completely amateurish! After already being alerted to the possibility that an enemy agent had reached Hammerhard, you nevertheless proceeded without backup. Then, without obtaining the Botton Device, without even verifying Klaus had it with him, you simply got on your knees and sucked him off! We're whores here at Division, not sluts! Payment always comes first, and then we provide service. Finally, when Amanda does show up, what do you do? You offer to let Hammerhard fuck you! Even though that had not been sanctioned for this mission."

"At the time I thought I had to improvise," said Erica.

"Look, I give you credit for taking initiative," said Booker. "But there's a reason we don't sanction fucking for low grade clients like Hammerhard. Higher level sexual service is reserved for the most crucial clients and missions. If we let any two-bit scumbag have their way with our agents then it's not worth anything to the top clientele! That's why this mission was blowjobs only. That's why I chose you, because your oral expertise is some of the best I've ever seen in all my years at Division. I thought this would be a straightforward first mission for you."

"Amanda showing up," complained Erica, "it threw me off, sir."

"Yes, Amanda," said Booker, stroking his chin. "Under no circumstance should you have even entertained the idea of a fucking competition with Amanda. Not only would she have beaten you, but she plays dirty, as you well saw. She simply killed Klaus and walked out with the Botton Device while you were busy bent over the table having been fucked when you weren't supposed to!"

"It was my mistake, sir," said Erica. "It won't happen again."

"That's not what's bothering me though," said Booker finally. "You were outmatched and unprepared to take on as devious an enemy as Amanda, that's clear. But why was she there in the first place? The Botton Device was extremely valuable, but Klaus had no idea of its true worth. And there was no way Slut Directorate should have known the deal was going down. Not fast enough to get an agent like Amanda in play at the least."

"What are you saying, Director?" asked Erica.

"I don't know yet," growled Booker. "But I don't like the implications. It may be we have a leak in our organisation, and I intend to find it and fix it."

"Trust me, Director, Amanda won't screw me over next time," insisted Erica.

"Next time?" snapped Booker. "What makes you think there'll be a next time after your performance? No, I think it's clear Division needs to re-evaluate your position for the time being."

"No!" exclaimed Erica. "Please sir, I'll do anything!"

"Well, Erica, you can start by sucking my cock!" said Booker as he unzipped his trousers and pulled his raging hard black cock out. "I've needed to blow a load all morning and I can't find Cara anywhere today."

"But sir," said Erica, "I thought blowing Division personnel was trainee duty..."

"After your screw up mission, consider yourself on probation!" growled Booker. "Now get down there and put those pouty lips of yours to work!"

Erica sighed and dropped to her knees before Director Booker, feeling her mini denim skirt ride up her tanned thighs a little more as she did so. Tossing her long shiny dark brown hair over her shoulder, she looked up at the big, black man before her, her stunning pale eyes resting under a sexy fringe of bangs. Her tight little black tank top offered a tremendous view of her incredible cleavage. Her breasts weren't huge, but they were very perky, and looked simply irresistible squished together in her bra and tank top.

Booker's thick black cock rose out of his unzipped trousers before Erica's face like a towering obelisk. Erica had sucked his monster of a phallus off plenty of times before as a trainee, but she was supposed to be a full agent now, and being reduced to servicing Division personnel again at their whims was a touch humiliating.

Still, Erica didn't want to be thrown back into traineeship altogether so she braced her hands on Booker's thighs and leaned forward to take his twitching member into her mouth.

As the thick cock head passed Erica's rosy lips and pushed over her warm, wet tongue, she was suddenly reminded of just how large and wide the Director's cock was. As her lips were stretched she kept opening her mouth wider and wider to accommodate the immense black dick which just kept filling her mouth.

Pretty soon Erica found her mouth crammed with dick meat, and the cock wasn't stopping there but instead pushed onwards towards her throat.

"Mmmmmff!" Erica moaned in muffled protest.

"That's it, Erica, take it all," encouraged Booker. "I know it's been a while, but you can do it. Cara's the only trainee since you that can fully deep throat me, you know. I've become very fond of that girl's bottomless mouth. But it's good to sample your exceptional skills again."

"Mmmmnnn hmmmm," Erica mumbled around his cock as she attempted to say 'thank you'.

Booker meanwhile had reached down a great big hand and stuffed it into Erica's tank top, busily groping her breasts and fondling her tight cleavage as she continued to slurp away on his rod.

With an effort, Erica screwed her eyes shut and gave a mighty lunge with her head, until with a pop she felt Booker's cock squeeze into her silky slippery throat and took him to the base.

"Unnnghhh mmnghhh!" Erica grunted as she pressed her nose into Booker's belly and his balls slap against her chin.

"Oh yeah, get it right in there, Erica!" gasped Booker. "By the way, as part of your reprimand you'll be on sexual service duty for Division personnel all week, so you'll want to keep your pager on so you can be notified when somebody needs your lips and tongue on them."

Erica gagged on his cock as he said that, pulling back a few inches to bob and suck on the shaft. A whole week of sucking off Division staff and who knows what else, thought Erica with alarm. She wasn't sure how she was going to get through the day alone. She tried to compile a mental list of all the people who might possibly need or want relief from her pouty lips as she continued to blow off Director Booker.

"Damn Erica, I forgot how good you were at this, I'm going to blow!" yelled Booker.

Booker shook Erica out of her thoughts with a sudden jerk of his mighty cock as he came suddenly and violently in her mouth. Hot cum raced across her tongue and splattered against her throat as it gushed out in great bursts. Erica raced to swallow it all, not wanting it to spill out and stain the tank top she would be wearing for the rest of the day.

The Director however had other ideas. Pulling out of her slick mouth with a wet pop, he proceeded to wipe off the mix of saliva and cum left on his soaking shaft on Erica's cleavage, getting the swirl of juices all over her tank top in the process.

With a satisfied grunt, Booker stuffed his cock back into his trousers.

"That's to remind you what you'll be doing all week for screwing up your mission," said Booker, nodding at the cum soaking into Erica's tank top. "Oh, and by the way, no fucking until the end of the week. Only blowjobs, you understand?"

"But sir!" Erica protested.

"I think a little pleasure deprivation will do good to remind you not to fail a mission next time," said Booker, "and if you do well at keeping Division staff pleased and serviced with that talented tongue of yours, I'll consider ending your probation early and you can fuck to your heart's content. Think of it as motivation."

"Yes sir," said Erica with a flicker of irritation as she stood up and hurried out of the room. Her pager was already buzzing away. It seemed a lot of staff at Whore Division were already eager to be serviced by the tall and sultry young brunette, and they weren't going to wait around to get it.

Erica shook her head as she strutted out of the room. It was going to be a long day.

**

Erica's eyes went wide as another load of hot cum burst into her open and waiting mouth.

She had just gulped down a fresh load of steaming cum from a sexy latino Division agent. The beautiful bronzed man had been reviewing files on EMP weapons proliferation and badly needed some sweet relief for his aching boner. Word had got around Division quickly that Erica was on staff service duty or the "suck rounds" as much of the personnel had come to call it, and the tall and leggy brunette was in high demand.

Not ten minutes earlier she had blown a senior analyst, and five minutes before that she speed sucked a young maintenance man off in just under three minutes. To Erica's growing irritation, both the analyst and the maintenance guy had pulled out at the last second and blasted their hot spunk all over her chest and tank top. She had cleaned up her cleavage as best she could, but she didn't have any time to change or wash off the stains in her tight fitting top.

She resolved to have her next clients cum in her mouth, rather than further ruin her outfit.

Erica had a reputation around Division as having one of the most incredible and talented mouths in the whole agency, despite her relatively junior status as a newly promoted agent. Despite the nature of their work as a branch of Sexual Intelligence, agents weren't constantly copulating with each other, usually reserving their highly honed skills for assignments and operations. Sexual relief was standard procedure at Division, but the task fell mostly to the young and enthusiastic trainees; and even then only when their rigorous training timetables permitted.

The opportunity to sample the oral abilities Erica had on offer had already become a hot commodity around Division. Word spread rapidly that her delectable blowjobs were on the market, and many among the male staffers were quickly queuing up for the chance to have their dick sucked by Erica's sweet mouth. Even a few of the female personnel at Division were keenly considering a good licking and eating out by the nineteen year old knockout, though her skills in that department were nowhere near as good as her legendary cock sucking abilities.

No sooner had she swallowed down the agent's load then she had to race off to her next appointment, even as her pager kept beeping with new alerts.

Erica hurried into Medical and made straight for Doc's office. She found him patiently waiting, reviewing charts and data on a large flat screen monitor, dressed in an immaculate white doctor's lab coat.

'Doc', or Doctor McCreamy, was Division's resident medical and biochemical science expert, and specialised in keeping agents healthy and hale, as well as boosting them with some rather cunning chemical compounds that Doc had drummed up in his lab. Doctor McCreamy was also an incredibly attractive man, with a suave refined look that only enhanced the sexy 'doctor' image in the minds of Division's female agents. He had fine, chiselled features, and smooth dark hair dashed with silver.

Without even waiting for an invitation, Erica dove to her knees and hastily unbuckled Doc's pants and yanked them to a bundle around his feet. She inwardly cursed herself for wearing a mini skirt instead of jeans, as her knees were already beginning to grow a little sore from all the kneeling she was doing.

"Ah Erica, you made it!" said Doc McCreamy. "I have something special for you today, part of an experiment on a new solution I've been working on."

Erica didn't bother stopping to acknowledge this, and instead proceeded to wrap her smooth lips around Doc's already burgeoning cock. She had a lot of cock to get through today, and she was already behind schedule.

Sensing this, Doc continued, "I see you're in a bit of a hurry, so I'll just keep explaining while you suck me off, Erica."

Erica gave a little moan around the cock in her mouth to show she understood, and then settled her bobbing head into a fast but steady rhythm of cock sucking as she pushed her ovaled lips up and down the length of the shaft.

"You see, I'm testing a new serum that's designed to make male cum especially tasty and flavoursome," said Doc. "Division agents usually spend a lot of time on blowjobs on assignment, and consume a lot of cum in the line of duty. While every agent is well trained and able to deal with a variety of cum tastes, many clients do not have the best tasting spunk in the world."

Erica listened on, but kept bobbing her head on his cock, looking up often to meet the Doc's gaze with her own smoky sensual pale eyes. Doc in turn rested his hands on the back of Erica's head, running his fingers through her striking long brown hair as he urged her oral ministrations on.

"When this serum is consumed by a client, within only a matter of minutes the chemical composition of their cum is subtly and delicately changed into the most wondrous and delicious array of flavours." Doc continued. "Each man seems to produce a different flavour set for his cum, but they are all quite tasty according to the girls who have sampled them so far."

"Ahhnnn hmmmnnhh," Erica mumbled as she sucked faster and harder, intrigued by the concept. Tasty cum would certainly help a great deal in her line of work; this week in particular.

"There's a separate one for women I'm working on too, but the compounds are quite different and a lot more complex so that may take some time longer," said Doc. "In the meantime, I have dosed myself up with some serum myself and hope that you'll find the results quite enjoyable."

"Mmmmm hmmm," replied Erica, providing a great view of her cleavage in her now somewhat cum-stained black tank top as she knelt and sucked.

"Speak of the devil," said Doc McCreamy with unnatural calm as without warning he began to ejaculate massive quantities of creamy cum into Erica's sucking mouth.

Erica moaned in amazement as she received the load.

"Ahhh, thankyou Erica, that was most satisfactory," said Doc McCreamy as he finished cumming in her mouth with a sigh of contentment.

Erica swirled the Doc's cum around in her mouth with relish. The Doc was right. The cum tasted incredible! It was hot and sticky like always, but instead of salty and musky, it tasted sweet and light. She could detect bursts of strawberries and hints of apple cider in the cum flavour. The overall effect was delicious, and she swallowed it down with excitement before happily licking Doc's cock clean.

"That was amazing, Doc!" Erica laughed. "You have got to get this on the menu for Division staff this week, I think I may need it to get through all the blowjobs I have to give!"

Doc smiled, "I'll certainly try Erica, but there's still a lot of testing to go. We're still getting unusual flavours turn up. One young woman reported tasting shepherd's pie the other day."

"Ok, I really got to run Doc!" said Erica as she leaped to her feet. "And thanks for not blowing your load all over my tank top; I'm trying not to let it get too messy today."

"Of course," said Doc. "Besides I needed you to taste my cum directly for the experiment, not lick it off clothing. Although, that brings up an interesting prospect about bio-engineering cum that doesn't stain textile materials..."

Erica didn't hear the rest as she was already out the door and running to her next blowjob appointment.

**

"So how is this going to work exactly?" asked Erica with puzzlement.

"It's pretty simple," replied Kenzie Fox, "all you have to do is sit in the car like normal, and lean your head out the window. For today we're not going anywhere, it's just for testing purposes."

"It's pretty low to the ground," commented Erica as she took the a seat in the sexy red sports car, still wearing her cum-stained tank top and denim mini skirt.

"It's designed that way," said Kenzie. "It puts your head at perfect crotch level. That way, all you have to do is roll down the window and stick your head out a little and you'll be at the ideal position to give head to a client standing outside the car door."

"Aha," said Kenzie as she stretched out in the car and powered down the window with the push of a button.

"Think of it as a drive thru, where you can just roll by and pick up some cum loads without ever having to get out of the car!" said Kenzie cheerfully.

Kenzie Fox was Division's resident 'gear slut'. She was a crazy for anything mechanical, and took care of all the specialised vehicles agents often used on missions, as well as inventing new and diabolical gadgets to take into the field. Kenzie was not only car-crazy and a genius, but smoking hot too. She fine had dark hair held back in a messy ponytail, sharp green eyes, olive skin, and an athletic figure to die for. Not only was she naturally hot, but she had a penchant for dressing down when she was busy buried away in her workshop. Today she was in nothing more than a patterned string bikini, a leather jacket, combat boots, and a utility belt of power tools slung around her waist.

Erica meanwhile, was nearing the end of a long day of providing blowjob relief to dozens of Division personnel. Her clothes were streaked with dry (and not-so-dry) cum, and she hadn't even had time to service all the people paging her with requests. She had done what she could with her able mouth and agile tongue, but after a whole day's worth of sucking cock, her neck was sore, her knees aching, and her jaw exhausted.

However, when Kenzie had paged her, Erica was more than happy to fit in her request. She had always liked Kenzie, and the two of them had gotten up to more than a little mischief around Division in their days. If the 'gear slut' needed a favour, Erica was willing to help out.




Whore Division Ch. 04



Now that Erica had settled into the plush leather seat of the sports car however, she quickly realised just what kind of favour Kenzie had in mind.

"So, what do you need me in the car for?" asked Erica, already dreading the response.

"Oh, well I heard you were making the suck rounds today, so I figured I could use you for testing out the car's viability as a mobile blowjob base," answered Kenzie with a grin. "Now ordinarily you might be driving the car from spot to spot to service clients on street curbs or in parking lots. Today it's just going to be stationary. Just lean that cute little face of yours out the window and I'll bring up the guys you're going to be sucking."

"Great," sighed Erica, before sticking her head out the window and looking around for the men she was to blow.

Before her eyes, half a dozen guys of varying heights and builds streamed into the workshop, eyeing both Kenzie and Erica hungrily. They all had great big bulges in their pants and seemed eager to get events moving along quickly.

"Don't worry, they'll come at you one at a time, so just do what you do," said Kenzie. "I'll be monitoring the data from my workstation. There's cameras and sensors set up so I should be able to get everything I need from this sample study of men. You ready to go Erica?"

As Kenzie looked over she realised that Erica couldn't answer as the first man had already stepped up to the car and was feeding his cock into Erica's mouth as she leaned her face out of the open window.

"Oh crap, I better start recording!" said Kenzie as she hurried over to her work station, cluttered with monitors and computer wires everywhere.

Erica meanwhile, was clinging with her lips to the man's cock in her mouth as if for dear life. He was a tall guy, and very enthusiastic. He had rested his hands on the car roof and began thrusting his pelvis manically as soon as Erica had put her moist lips on him. However the aggressive thrusting was neither powerful or direct, so instead of pushing deeply into Erica's mouth the man was erratically humping her face, his cock swinging wildly and often almost slipping out.

Erica's lips clamped down on the rapidly thrusting cock and did her best to stimulate it. The man must not have needed much, because shortly after he started cumming with high pitched gasps of "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!"

However he had not stopped his manic thrusting, and as he humped Erica's face his cock flew out of her mouth, still spewing streamers of cum all over the place. Little globs of white sprayed all over Erica's face and hair, her shoulders and chest, and once again on her tank top. Plenty showered the car too, both inside and out.

Erica winced as she felt the warm cum cling to her face and body. Luckily it had missed her eyes.

As the panting man withdrew, Erica barely had time to recover before a second man stepped up to the car, this one stout and portly with a wide stubby cock.

Compared to the previous guy, this blowjob was exceedingly simple for Erica. The stout man had his cock protruding from his fly already, and as Erica poked her head out of the car window again and opened her mouth, the man immediately rammed his meaty member straight down Erica's throat.

Wide hands seized Erica's head and luscious brown hair as the man impaled himself in Erica's face to the hilt.

"Oh yeah, I've been needing this!" grunted the man as he held Erica's head firmly down on his throbbing cock.

Erica's eyes screwed shut as she gagged, her lips dragged all the way to the base of the man's shaft and the cock head wedged securely in her tight throat. Her mouth was stretched wide and she felt saliva coat the dick in her mouth as she gagged over and over, her little nose squished into the man's portly belly. With alarm, Erica could feel the guy's balls tighten and ride up against her chin as his cock prepared to fire.

Without so much as another thrust, the man began unloading a torrent of cum down Erica's throat as she continued gagging and struggled to push herself free. The guy's grip was solid and unyielding however, and he held her face down until she had drank every drop of his cum before pulling out with a great squelching pop.

Erica breathed heavily as she tried to recover, taking in sweet oxygen again.

Fortunately the next man was patient and polite, waiting for Erica to regain her faculties before presenting his cock to her and allowing her to slurp happily on the twitching cock head.

After only a minute's oral attention, the man grasped his shaft, pulled his cock from Erica's mouth, and then in a flurry of wanking and ecstatic grunting, exploded over Erica's lovely chest, aiming his bursts of cum at her ample cleavage still snug in her cum-covered black tank top.

"You're doing great, Erica!" yelled Kenzie over from her work station. "Really hot stuff and I'm getting a ton of good data here! Keep it up, just three more to go!"

Erica rubbed her aching jaw and frowned at the great pool of cum that had collected in her cleavage. That was going to itch like crazy if she didn't get a shower soon, thought Erica.

The next man that came up to be serviced by Erica in the car stood out for being mercifully normal, much to Erica's relief. He came right up to the window and stuck his cock through as Erica licked, slurped and sucked away at his shaft and balls. She bobbed and moaned, sped up and sucked deeper as he began to lightly thrust into her mouth. Finally as she felt his balls tighten and his moans grow sharper, she jerked him off into her mouth, all the while giving him smoky looks with her crisp, pale eyes.

The fifth man however was a real chore. He was short and scrawny, and Erica had to lean almost half her body out of the car to blow him at the right angle. He pawed at her tits through the messy tank top and roughly fucked her face with fast, pounding thrusts. His cock hammered away between her wet lips, over her hot tongue, and into her now slimy throat. The man kept growling obscenities at her, calling her names as he drilled away at her face.

Erica had been thoroughly sucking and getting face fucked for well over ten minutes, and the man still had not cum. Her whole body was sore and exhausted, and her mouth well and truly used and abused for the day.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Erica grunted as her throat was repeatedly penetrated with raging cock.

"Aaah! Time got get soaked, whore!" Screamed the man in Erica's mouth as pulled out and began fisting his cock in his hand, aiming the throbbing weapon at her face.

With a violent shudder, the cock started spurting and blasting heavy waves and jets of cum directly onto Erica's already cum-speckled face.

Pretty soon, Erica was absolutely dripping with hot man juice all over her. As she wiped some away from her eyes, she noticed the sixth and final man was not there. Casting her gaze about, she suddenly noticed Kenzie bent over a workbench, grunting with exertion as the missing final man fucked her from behind, pulling her head back as he tugged on her ponytail of black hair.

"Ahh! Sorry, Erica! Uhh uhh! It was just so hot watching you I couldn't resist! Ughhh fuck yes!" moaned Kenzie as she was thoroughly rogered from behind. "You can head home now. Ahhh ahhh ahhh! Thanks for your help!"

Erica climbed out of the car and stood up on wobbly feet. She was wrecked. Her outfit was wrecked. And most frustrating of all, she couldn't even bang anyone until the end of the week!

"Hey Kenzie, I'm borrowing one of your rigged up special 'toys', I'm going to need it tonight!" Erica called out.

"No problem, Erica! See you tomorrow!" replied Kenzie, who had in the meantime gotten to her knees and was receiving a massive facial from the man that had just been fucking her. "Take the Vibranator 2000 Turbo by the way, it's got fifth gear!"

Erica picked up a massive and complicated looking phallic object with what looked like a mini diesel engine attached to it.

"This should do nicely," said Erica as she smiled to herself and strutted out of the room.



Whore Division Ch. 05



"How on earth did you break your bed, sis? It looks like a warzone in there!" exclaimed Alana. "I knew you've been seeing someone!"

"Honestly, I haven't! It was just old and poorly put together, it was bound to happen," insisted Erica as she sipped at her cup of black coffee at her kitchen table.

In her mind Erica had a flashback to her orgasmically charged use of Kenzie's Vibranator 2000 Turbo over the past several nights. Kenzie had been right; the fifth gear had added such an extra kick of horsepower to the sex toy that it had shattered Erica's bed from the vibrations and at one point she thought it would almost bring the bedroom walls down on her too.

"The bed's two months old, you bought it from IKEA and I helped you put it together," retorted Alana dryly.

"Oh stop being an older sister and ruining my deflections with your truthy facts!" complained Erica. "Really, there was no guy, I swear. I have no time for guys with all my work, you know."

"Really?" said Alana with raised eyebrows. "Your super important job at the bank, huh? Or is that you just have your eyes on a guy at work?"

Erica blushed furiously, thinking of Michael and their ongoing office tryst.

"You should quit that job, Erica," said Alana. "You work all the time, I never see you, and you have no time to go have fun. You know, go out and see some real guys!"

"I see more guys than you think at work," murmured Erica into her coffee.

Alana shot her younger sister a mocking look. "I mean guys to take on actual dates, not random flings at work, Erica."

Erica couldn't help but smile to herself, but tried to hide it behind her coffee cup. Alana was a sweet older sister, and they always got on like a house on fire, but she was a bit of a bore. She worked at some godforsaken bland corporate job for a company that made Styrofoam packaging. Alana had no idea that her younger sister Erica did not in fact work for a bank, but actually served in the elite black ops Whore Division, a covert unit of the Sexual Intelligence Agency.

Erica was always the risk-taking adventurous one. Alana was the sure and steady achiever. Erica was sure if Alana found out what Erica really did, serving her country by sucking and fucking in the line of duty, her older sister would have a panic attack.

Alana, like her younger sister Erica, was stunningly attractive. At just nineteen, Erica had the charming flirtatiousness of youth, wrapped in a tanned lithe body with long legs, a tiny waist, small but perky breasts, long brown hair and stunning pale eyes. Alana, at twenty five years old, had grace and sophistication, coupled with killer hot looks; tall; elegant; fairer skinned than her younger sister; a slender figure; a bigger bust; dark hair in a sexy shoulder-length bob; rouged pursed lips; and keen green eyes.

The two sisters were sitting around Erica's kitchen table. Alana had the morning off and so had dropped in to share coffee and gossip with her little sister before Erica had to head in to work.

"You don't need to worry about me so much, Alana, I can take care of myself," said Erica with a laugh.

"We'll see," shrugged Alana. "Either way I'm going to have my eye on you, sis. And I still want to know how you broke that bed!"

"Let's save that for another time, shall we? I'm late for work, I got to get going!" replied Erica as she shot down her coffee and grabbed her hand bag to leave. "We'll catch up again soon, ok? You can tell me all about how the Styrofoam business is doing!"

"You're going to work in that?" Alana asked, raising her eyebrows at Erica's outfit.

Erica hardly looked like she was dressed for a corporate job. She was going thoroughly casual with her clothes; sporting a pair of tight black mini shorts; a black and white striped halter top; and thigh-high black and white striped stockings that matched her top. Her luscious tanned thighs were thoroughly revealed and highlighted between where her tiny shorts ended and where her stockings began. Her dark brown hair was down, spilling across her naked shoulders and brushing the display of cleavage at her small but perky chest. Her pale eyes were sporting dark eyeliner and a dusky eye shadow.

"Casual Friday," shrugged Erica, thanking her quick thinking for a suitable excuse.

"Cheeky brat," laughed Alana as she waved her sister off.

**

It had been a long week for Erica since she had been put on probation by Director Booker. Her newly acquired agent status hung in limbo while she was assigned to the "suck rounds", busily being called to and fro across Division to provide oral relief for any personnel that needed some sexual relaxation.

The sultry brunette had lost count of the number of people she had gone down on since the week began. After the first day alone Erica had been drenched in so much cum that the snug black tank top she had been wearing that day was permanently ruined, and her knees had grown sore from all the kneeling she had been doing in nothing more than a denim mini skirt. She corrected that for the rest of the week by wearing jeans and casual tops she would inevitably dispose of at the end of a long, cum-soaked day.

Difficult as it was giving blowjobs all week, Erica was a trained professional, and she knew how to put in the long grind of hours on her knees and sucking cock. After all she was one of the best fellatio experts Division had seen in years. The hardest part was Director Booker's insistence that Erica not be allowed to fuck until her probation was served. This was intended as a reminder to not screw up as she had done on her last mission. Erica thought she would manage ok, especially with Kenzie's specially rigged Vibranator 2000 Turbo toy she had borrowed, but by the end of the week she was already going nuts with craving a good, proper fuck.

Spending so much time with lovely, solid dick in her mouth had her wet and soaking between her thighs with desire virtually all the time. Yet there was little she could do to redress the situation at work until probation was over, especially as she was so busy running around giving head to people, she had no time to take care of herself.

Today was Erica's last day on the suck rounds however, and she had been doing such a good job that the Director had already recommended she be taken off probation and put back on agent status that very morning. However, that was after Director Booker had pushed her head down into his lap as he sat at his desk and briefed several teams of agents on their assignments for the day.

Once she blew him and struggled to choke down his rather substantial load of cum, he only then informed her that she had one more suck round to make before she was off probation.

That meant no more diving to her knees anytime a Division staffer snapped his fingers, or rushing from office to office giving wet, sloppy blowjobs as people kept paging her for sexual relief.

Most of all it meant she could finally fuck and release all of the stress and tension she'd built up over the week on probation.

Giddy at the prospect of finally getting laid again, Erica was almost skipping to the last blowjob call of her suck rounds. She would get it over and done with as fast as possible, thought Erica, and then go find Michael and shag him right then and there wherever he was. She didn't care if other people were around or even if he was coaching a class. She was so freaking horny that nothing was going to stand between her and a long, hard fucking.

Her last blowjob call should be a piece of cake, thought Erica. She was going down to sub level nine, deep in Division's vast underground basement complex, where a nerdy tech guy known only as Overwatch operated Division's global surveillance system. In the few encounters Erica had with Overwatch before, she had always caught the man leering and ogling her with barely concealed lust.

Erica had always found him just plain creepy, but she could empathise with the poor man in a way. Overwatch was almost always stuck down in the sub-levels, and tended to work alone. He didn't get to socialise or flirt with Division's many attractive agents, and on his rare visits to the surface he just wasn't sociable or charming enough to win favour from any of them. Even trainees doing the suck rounds didn't go and take care of his needs because they were restricted from accessing the sub-levels.

Clearly, Erica being sent down here was a mercy mission by Director Booker to keep Overwatch's morale up, she guessed. Or maybe Overwatch had put in a special request for her with the Director.

Either way, Erica was sure she could handle the nerdy man with ease. She checked herself again in the elevator mirror and practiced her winning smile and sultry pout.

Satisfied she looked smoking hot and irresistible, Erica stepped out of the elevator and alighted on the ninth sub level to find and give head to the Overwatch.

After winding her way through the eerily empty labyrinth of dimly lit steel corridors, she found herself outside the Overwatch room. Just as she was about to enter, the door came sliding open and Lucille rushed out, bumping head long into Erica.

"Lucille! What on earth? What are you doing down here?" exclaimed Erica in shock.

The trim, blonde Lucille, a fellow agent of Erica's, shot a look of disgust back at her. Lucille had never liked Erica ever since she had joined Division, and the relationship had not improved after their recent mission disaster together. To Erica's chagrin, Lucille was dressed impeccably in a sexy pin-stripe blazer and skirt, complete with hold-up stockings showing off a hint of creamy white thigh. Next to her, Erica felt decidedly under-dressed and under-styled.

"None of your damned business," shot Lucille coldly. "Besides, I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing down here? I thought you were on probation?"

"I'm on my last call," replied Erica. "I need to service the Overwatch."

"Better you than me," muttered Lucille. "Now get out of my way, I have work to do."

Erica stepped aside and let Lucille storm off.

That was odd, thought Erica as she stepped into the Overwatch room. What on earth was she doing down here?

The Overwatch Command post was a very peculiar room. It was dark, metal and circular with a very large rotating chair right smack in the middle of the room. Surrounding the chair were a ring of computer stations and an array of monitors all stacked panoramically around it. The monitor screens showed dozens and dozens of live camera feeds from all across Division and around the world.

Sitting in the lone chair was the man known as Overwatch. Overwatch was a somewhat overweight and unkempt man with dorky clothes, poorly fashioned hair and nerdy glasses. He was completely unattractive, though at least not physically repulsive. Erica didn't know exactly what he did down here all day long, but it seemed to be about monitoring all of Division's activities.

Erica walked in, entranced by the countless video footage of goings on across Division. She could see briefings and training classes, missions in progress being surveilled, even Director Booker working in his office. Many of the videos captured much of the sexual activity that went on daily at Division or in the field, from trainee blowjob races to agents sleeping with high level clients.

She noticed Overwatch had a couple of big monitors on in front of him. One was displaying Erica herself from a day earlier in the week wearing a crop top tied off at the midriff and exposing her smooth tanned skin. In the video she was on her knees, her back arched, as she sucked cock, slurping back and forth as her shimmering brown hair bobbed with her head.

The other monitor showed Director Booker giving a briefing, while the petite brunette trainee Cara was busy energetically giving him head. Erica recognised Michael as one of the agents in the room with them, but the rest were unfamiliar to her.

Moving over to Overwatch in his chair, Erica noticed with a frown that the chubby nerd had his cock out and was slowly wanking as he watched the video of Erica giving a blowjob. His eyes were glazed over with lust and he groaned as he watched the Erica in the video start to deep throat the cock she was sucking.

"Ahem," coughed Erica. "Mr. Overwatch, I'm here for your, um, oral servicing."

Overwatch glanced over his shoulder and grunted an acknowledgement, but continued wanking to the video in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Erica asked, unable to keep out the trace of disgust in her voice.

"Huh? Oh this. I've been waiting for you, cupcakes. You have no idea how long I've been craving those saucy lips of yours around my cock," wheezed Overwatch, not bothering to look up from the video of Erica. "I've been preparing. You're one of my favourites to watch, you know."

"Gee, thanks," muttered Erica. "Let's just get this over with."

"Sure thing, just kneel down between my legs here and we'll get started in a minute," said Overwatch distractedly. "You get your tits creamed in this video, I want to see that again first."

"Fine. What was Lucille doing here?" Erica blurted out, her curiosity getting the better of her as she moved around in front of Overwatch and got onto her knees between his outstretched legs.

"What? Oh, she wanted to look at recordings. Mostly Director briefings I think. She's being doing it for months now," replied Overwatch, still steadily wanking.

"Did she say why?" asked Erica, growing suspicious.

Overwatch shrugged. "Some kind of research for her agent work or something I think. I don't care. She showed me her tits and I gave her access. Oh fuck, there goes the load all over your chest!"

Erica pouted. It seemed awfully unusual to her. Something was definitely up with Lucille, and she intended to find out what it was.

However, right then, Overwatch had other ideas.

"Ohhhh, I've wanted to see you pout like that before I stuffed my cock in you for so long!" huffed Overwatch. "Open wide and take my cock, Erica!"

Erica barely had time to get her lips parted when her pale eyes went wide as Overwatch speared his length into her warm, moist mouth.

"Aaaaah!" groaned Overwatch with relief. "It's been too long since I've got a blowjob!"

Erica looked up at him and gave a swirl around the head with her tongue, tasting its musky flavour and feeling its heat as she slowly sucked on the end like a lolly pop.

"Division has not been taking care of me enough," muttered Overwatch as he stroked Erica's long brown hair as her head began bobbing in his lap. "They're lucky I haven't spilled their secrets with everything I know about this place. At least getting the Director to send you down here is a start!"

Erica reached up and fondled Overwatch's heavy balls with one hand as he spoke, using her other to grasp the hot base of his shaft and steadily wank it into her mouth. Her lips had clamped down around the cock head and she let her spit start drenching the dick as she fed it back and forth in her hungry maw.

"Uhhhh uhhh! All that time watching you in those tiny shorts and mini skirts showing off those long tanned legs. Imagining how they'd feel if you straddled me," moaned Overwatch, his hands tightening to seize Erica's head in his grip.

Erica moaned around Overwatch's fat cock and sucked deeper, feeling him put pressure on the back of her head and push her down further. Good, she thought, he must be getting eager. The sooner she got this done the sooner she could go and fuck Michael. She was getting wetter and hornier by the second. Overwatch's dirty talk, as perturbed as she was at hearing how much he had been watching and lusting after her, was only turning her on more.

"Ah fuck yes, Erica," grunted Overwatch, jerking his hips up into Erica's face as she started to suck more rapidly with quicker, longer strokes. "Seeing you in training in those slutty dresses, bent over a table and fucked, hearing you scream as you shook from the pounding... Just watching those video feeds used to be enough for me."

Erica felt her eyes watering as Overwatch gagged her roughly on his fat cock, feeling it thrust between her lips and hammer home straight down her throat. She braced her hands on his thighs and tried to ignore her own surging heat and desire spreading between her legs. She so badly needed to fuck, but she would be damned if she was going to ride Overwatch after an entire week of waiting. She slid a hand down between her legs and strokes herself through her shorts as best she could while Overwatch kept her head busy on his throbbing dick.

"But seeing you -- ah! Seeing you on your knees all this week. Uh uh uhh! Sucking cock after cock of Division personnel! Cum splashed on your face and chest and clothes and tongue and hair, over and over again. And none of it mine! That was too fucking much," yelled Overwatch, fast approaching climax in Erica's amazing mouth.

Erica thought she was going to pass out from her need to fuck. Her craving for cock between her legs had hit critical levels. But she had to hold out, she just had to! She wanted Michael inside her tight, aching pussy, not Overwatch!

"If I couldn't have your sister, then I had to have you! Aaarggh! Yes, here it comes!" Gasped Overwatch in the peak of his passion.

Sister? Erica thought with confusion. Why was he talking about her sister? How did he even know she had a sister?

Erica couldn't even half process the thoughts racing through her mind, still wracked with sexual hunger and fighting the urge to mount Overwatch and ride him to sweet oblivion.

Before she could sort out her thoughts, Overwatch whipped Erica's head off his cock and urgently reached down to wank himself off over her as she gasped for air.

It only took a few strokes, and Erica professionally opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and thrust out her chest as Overwatch began unloading streaming bursts of cum onto her. The first couple of volleys hit her smack in the face and nose, the next glancing over her tongue and landing mostly on her shoulder. The rest splattered her chest and striped black and white halter top with smaller doses of the hot white seed.

As Erica rose and began to clean herself off with tissues from her handbag, Overwatch groaned with obvious self-satisfaction.

"I'm going to be watching the video of this for months," wheezed Overwatch as he struggled to regain his breath.

Erica frowned at that but put it out of her mind and hurried out of the room and back to the elevator. She felt like she was on fire between her legs and she needed it put out right away. Hanging around too long with Overwatch was a recipe for disaster. All her questions and curiosities of the morning so far; about Lucille spying on the Director; Overwatch mentioning her sister; were quickly forgotten. The only thing that mattered to Erica right now was fucking Michael. She just needed to get to him in time.

**

Erica was riding the elevator back up to the surface levels of Division. She checked herself in the elevator's wall to wall mirrors, making sure the cum shots from Overwatch were all cleaned up while she reapplied her lip gloss and straightened her long dark hair.

The slick heat between her legs was like a molten furnace now, and she couldn't help but let her hand drift to her nether region and gently rub herself through her ass-hugging shorts. Erica needed to find Michael right away. She didn't think she could last much longer. The only thing keeping her from ripping off her shorts and rubbing herself off right then and there in the elevator was the craving of having a thick, proper cock buried deep inside her. After waiting all week, her libido was in overdrive.

Erica was heading up to the 15th level where she was hoping to find Michael instructing a class of trainees. However she was so lost in her lustful thoughts that she barely even noticed when the elevator opened on the 2nd floor and a young trainee man stepped in to join her.




Whore Division Ch. 05



"Erica! Hi! Um, you look amazing," gasped the trainee as the elevator door closed and continued its ascent.

Erica glanced up and pouted as she recognised the eighteen year old man; actually little more than a teenage boy really. It was Kevin, a somewhat awkward trainee who had only really been granted acceptance into the elite training program at Division on account of his large cock. Kevin was relatively new and Erica had rarely crossed paths with him during her time as trainee, let alone partner up with the young man for any sexual training.

Kevin on the other hand had been lusting after Erica ever since his traineeship began. Gossip swirled among the trainees about Erica's legendary oral expertise, and the male trainees had always rated Erica one of the hottest among their female counterparts.

When she had been recently promoted to full Agent, there had been collective displeasure among the male cohort of Division trainees, upset at no longer having the opportunity to enjoy Erica during sexual training. For those among the trainee guys who were still new and had yet to sample her outstanding blowjobs, the frustration and disappointment was palpable.

"Uh, hi Kevin," Erica muttered. "How are things?"

Kevin didn't respond, slack-jawed and plainly ogling Erica's body in her figure fitting black and white striped halter top, tight shorts, and slutty striped stockings that matched her top.

"Up here, Kevin," said Erica, trying to draw his gaze from her exposed thighs to her face. Hell, even if he got as far up as from her thighs to her cleavage she would be impressed at this point.

"Erica, all the guys have been saying you've been on the suck rounds this week!" Kevin exclaimed, licking his lips. "Could you go down on me now?"

Erica frowned, "Kevin, that service is only for full Division personnel, not trainees. Besides, I've just finished and I've got to be somewhere now."

Erica thought again of Michael, of feeling him inside her as he pounded her. She felt herself gush with moisture below, and her knees felt weak. Be strong, she thought, it wouldn't be long now.

"Please Erica!" begged Kevin. "Just a blowjob. It'll be really quick. I've never had the chance to have your pretty mouth on my cock. The other guys all rave about you!"

"No, Kevin," insisted Erica, watching with alarm as the bulge in Kevin's trousers grew rapidly. "Get one of the other trainees to suck your cock. I'm an Agent now, I'm not going to give you head just because you want it."

Kevin didn't seem to be getting the message however, and had hit the emergency halt button on the elevator, bringing them to a shuddering stop. Before Erica had even uttered a complaint, Kevin had unzipped himself and out sprang the tremendously large cock the Division trainee girls had all been gossiping about.

Without realising what she was doing, Erica had grabbed the immense shaft in an attempt to push it back inside Kevin's pants. As soon as she touched it however, Erica felt her knees buckle and her whole body gyrated towards him in a swoon of pleasure.

Erica swore, she wasn't sure if it was out loud or to herself. She was so worked up and so unbelievably horny that as soon as she had laid eyes on Kevin's great boner, she was unable to look away. As soon as she had grasped it in her firm, warm grip, feeling the heat and hardness beneath the rippling skin, she couldn't let go.

Instead Erica tugged at it absent-mindedly as her lips pursed; moaning as she the desire between her legs reached unbearable heights.

Kevin, shocked and delighted at what seemed to be Erica's favourable response, simply groaned and started mauling Erica's breasts through her sexy halter top with unrestrained teenage lust. He was hardly fondling her well, his hands clumsy and overeager on Erica's proudly perky chest. However Erica was so damn excited she didn't care, gasping as Kevin groped her roughly.

Erica kept wanking the horny trainee as he made use of her body. She was in a daze; entranced on the one hand by Kevin's raging erection and her own aching desires; and still unable to decide whether to fuck him or not, holding out for the promise of fucking Michael like she planned.

Kevin meanwhile, needed to take events to the next stage, pausing his groping to grasp Erica firmly by the shoulders and push her down onto her knees. Erica's legs gave way without a fight, suddenly finding her face at level with Kevin's towering dick before her. Kevin's hands were now on Erica's head, clutching her smooth brown hair as he brought her face down onto his quivering erection. Erica stretched her mouth wide and ovalled her moist red lips just in time to greedily swallow the cock and treat the head to a tongue bath.

Kevin must not have had a good blowjob in a while because he shouted with glee as Erica took him inside her wet mouth. She sucked thoroughly and deeply, making quick rhythmic bobs with her head as she pleasured the throbbing phallus. Even when she tried to deep throat him, she could only go down about half way on his surging shaft, using her hands to stroke the base as she gagged.

Reaching down to play more with her inviting chest, Kevin let Erica do her thing; enjoying the swift bobs of her head; the intense sucks of her mouth as her cheeks hollowed; the lashes of her tongue; and the slippery noose of her lips wrapped tightly around him. To his great pleasure and amusement, Kevin could watch all of this from several angles by glancing over at the elevator's mirrored walls; showing Erica from side on or from behind in her irresistibly cute and slutty outfit as she kneeled and sucked his cock with energetic bobs of her head.

Erica however, was past the idea of waiting to find Michael, and blowing Kevin may be satisfying for him, but she needed to attend to her own cravings.

After an enthusiastic flurry of sucks and licks and kisses around the head of Kevin's cock, Erica stared up at him, her pale eyes full of hunger and mouthed the words, "fuck me."

Kevin, who could hardly believe his luck, didn't need to be told twice. He pulled her up to her feet, and then twirled her about in his arms until she was facing away from him. Roughly, he shoved her body against an elevator wall, making her arch her back before unbuttoning and yanking down her shorts and thoroughly soaked panties, striped in black and white just like her halter top and stockings.

Erica braced herself against the mirrored wall and thrust her hips and ass out at Kevin behind her. Wasting no time Kevin lined himself up with Erica's drenched pussy, gripped her slim waist, and thrust powerfully into her.

Erica screamed in delight and relief as her eyes rolled back and her whole body shook. Kevin, now buried more deeply within her, thrust again, and again. Erica gasped with shock and amazement as he filled her up, fucking her with great big strokes, and sending her to the brink of orgasm in just mere moments.

Kevin seized the moment, grabbing Erica's long hair flowing down her back into his fist and using it as a grip began to powerfully fuck the sexy brunette with his thrusting hips, his cock pushing further and further into her.

Yelling with ecstasy, Erica felt as if the whole elevator were shaking as she came with incredible force. Rolling waves of pleasure erupted up and down her entire body, and she bucked and tensed with sweet agony as her orgasm ripped through her.

Even as she came down from her high, Kevin had no intention of stopping, pounding her from behind and up against the wall with unrelenting force. He watched with lust as the other mirrored walls of the elevator showed her body in full, quaking with exhaustion and exertion as he continued to fuck her with increasing speed and fury.

Eventually Erica had completely lost track of time, vaguely aware that she had come powerfully several more times in several other positions before Kevin had pushed his cock back inside her mouth and skull fucked her to climax, unloading copious amounts of cum over her out-stretched tongue. Savouring the salty taste, she swallowed down the cum as she recovered her breath and bearings.

It was a good fifteen minutes later before Erica had fully recovered from her delirious sexual satisfaction and left the elevator and a grinning Kevin behind with a satisfied smile on her face.

**

Erica had cleaned herself up well by the time she reached Director Booker's office. She was still wearing her deliciously slutty outfit of a striped halter top, matching thigh-high stockings, and mini shorts. The sexy ensemble had turned a few heads on her way up, and she had a glow of confidence about her now that her sexual needs had been so thoroughly taken care of by Kevin in the elevator. She was feeling well satisfied and hadn't even needed to seek out the spunky Michael. She would leave him for next time, Erica thought to herself.

Michael, as it turned out, was already waiting in the Director's office with Booker and Lucille. Michael flashed Erica a winning smile as she walked in, while Lucille gave her the cold shoulder as usual.

Erica took her seat with her fellow agents and crossed her long legs, showing off her luscious thighs to Michael as they waited for the briefing to start.

Director Booker was sitting behind his desk, facing his agents. On the large monitor built into the wall behind him were photos of several men and a map that showed rail lines and routes between cities.

Booker's face was lined with concentration and his eyes were closed as he sat at his desk. It was then that Erica noticed the rather obvious slurping sounds that she immediately recognised as cock sucking that must have been going on under the Director's desk. Sure enough she began to notice a brunette head bobbing up and down in Booker's lap with great vigour, not quite out of sight.

Booker brought his hand down to the brunette's hair and after encouraging a few more bobbing sucks, pulled the girl that was blowing him off and to her feet.

It was Cara; the talented eighteen year old trainee that had an oral aptitude almost in league with Erica's herself. Booker had taken a great shine to her, Erica thought, and seemed to have the petite young brunette servicing him as often as possible. Erica wondered when Cara had time to train; she was always seeing her in Booker's office.

The petite Cara stood by Booker, licking her lips and looking as cute as a pixie with her creamy white skin, raven hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a tight little white shirt tied around her midriff over a black tank top that showed off her irresistible freckled cleavage, and a blue tartan mini skirt with black stockings that revealed pale white thighs in-between.

Erica wasn't surprised Booker had taken such a fancy to Cara; she looked like some kind of incredibly cute but slutty schoolgirl; a deadly mix of innocent adorability and smouldering kinkiness. She would make a hell of an agent once she graduated from training, thought Erica with a hint of jealousy.

Booker apparently wasn't finished with Cara, as he stood up and promptly bent her over his desk so that Cara was facing the three agents in her room. Her breasts were pressed into the desk top surface, squishing them together to form an even tighter cleavage on display; her back was arched; and her ass stuck out over the desk behind her. Booker hiked up Cara's tartan mini skirt until it revealed her firm butt cheeks, pulled her panties aside and lined his cock up with her moist slit.

With a growl, Booker pushed into Cara, filling her up with the first few inches of his cock as he began slowly thrusting and working his way into her.

Erica, Michael and Lucille all watched with horny fascination as Cara's eyes grew wide and she gasped, moaning as her body and the entire desk began to steadily shake back and forth with Booker's hard thrusts.

Before the three agents could get totally lost in their sexual voyeurism, Booker began the briefing, speaking while still buried deeply in Cara and fucking her.

"Agents, we have an important mission ahead of us," Booker began. "Whore Division has recently learned that a valuable item critical to Whore Division's interests has surfaced. It's a special serum, derived from an ancient formula."

"Ancient? Like the design for the Botton Device?" asked Michael.

"Precisely," replied Booker as he gave Cara another powerful thrust with his hips. "In fact, both were designed by the very same person, more than two millennia ago. They are the products of one of the greatest unknown geniuses of the classical age; a woman by the name of Arena Xanthium. She was a scholar, scientist and artist well ahead of her times and most secretive about her pioneering works. Her works and designs have been scattered about the world, and hold immeasurable promise for those who learn their secrets. Division must be the agency to acquire these powerful items, lest they fall into... dangerous hands."

Cara let out a squeal as Booker gave her a sudden rapid pounding, shaking the entire desk.

"So who has the serum now?" asked Lucille.

"Jean Pierre Gusteau," said Booker, indicating to a photo on the screen even as he seized Cara's hips for more leverage with his other hand. "A prominent French scientist was given the formula by a European criminal network and asked to develop a core serum sample, a task which has apparently taken years of development. He will soon be travelling with the serum on a train from Marseilles to Paris, where he will deliver the serum to them. We are to intercept Gusteau on the train and obtain the serum sample."

"Why don't we just grab Gusteau and have him develop the serum again?" asked Erica.

"Because perfecting the initial sample took years of trial and error in the lab, and as we understand it cannot be easily replicated or reproduced without the core serum sample," answered Booker. "With the sample itself, we can reverse engineer the serum and make more within months, rather than years."

"What's so special about the serum anyway?" asked Michael.

"It has the potential to radically alter and re-form the neurological and chemical connections of the human brain," answered Booker with a glint in his eye. "I don't need to tell you what that could do in the hands of a terrorist group or a rogue nation." 

"When do we leave?" asked Erica.

"Immediately," said Booker, holding Cara down onto the desk as he began fucking her with renewed urgency, grunting with exertion and making the young brunette gasp and moan. "Your mission is simple. Infiltrate the train. Find Gusteau. Retrieve the serum. Erica, you're on point. Gusteau is accustomed to being supplied with high end prostitutes by the criminal syndicate he works for. We've set it up so that you'll be posing as his escort for the train trip. He won't know you're from Division however. Use whatever seduction techniques are required; all protocols are activated. Michael, you'll be guiding Erica by ear-piece from our Paris safe house. Lucille, you'll provide-"

"Actually sir," interrupted Lucille, "I think I shouldn't be going on this mission. I have something to discuss with you, in private."

Booker first looked as if he was going to fire her on the spot for insubordination, but he also seemed hugely distracted with fucking Cara. At last he relented with a growl, "very well, Lucille. Stay behind and see me after I'm done with Cara here. But since you're so eager to talk to me that you interrupted my briefing, first you can come over here and help me finish."

The big, black Director then turned his attention back to the petite, fair Cara. She was gasping with pleasure as Booker pummelled her dripping pussy into oblivion, her ass wobbling like jelly each time he slammed into her from behind.

Lucille meanwhile had gotten up, her sleek blonde hair worn down and falling around her shoulders. She was still wearing her pin-stripe skirt suit and hold up stockings with suspenders. Booker kept pounding Cara as Lucille came up next to him. While still thrusting away into Cara, Booker pulled Lucille to him and locked her lips into a deep kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouths.

Next Booker had a hand up Lucille's skirt and between her legs, and the slim blonde was moaning with obvious arousal. Finally, Booker pulled out of Cara, leaving her exhausted where she was bent over the desk. Booker meanwhile sat back in his chair, pulled off Lucille's now damp panties and had the sexy blonde climb onto his lap and promptly mounted him. She threw her head back with a deep moan as she impaled herself on his rigid cock, still soaked in Cara's juices. The Director eagerly began fondling Lucille's small but pert breasts through her clothes as she braced herself on his shoulders and rode him with professional expertise.

Erica glanced over at Michael and noticed that the hot young agent was bulging heavily in his trousers. More than that, she saw that he was eyeing the young trainee Cara with sudden and intense lust. Erica was well and truly satisfied at this point however, and didn't particularly mind that Michael was horny over someone else at this moment.

What happened next however, was a complete surprise.

"Director Booker," began Michael suddenly, "if you're done with Cara, would you mind if I borrowed her?"

Erica raised her eyebrows. Cheeky boy, she thought. That was a bold request. Still, Booker was well and truly occupied with Lucille now, so perhaps he would get away with it.

Booker laughed, "hell, why not! I can't blame you, she's a real minx. Go right ahead. But be quick, I don't want to see anyone but Lucille in here by the time I'm done!"

"Yes sir!" said Michael, hurrying over to Cara like an eager school boy, unzipping his trousers.

Even Cara had a sudden impish smile on her face. Michael was one of the cutest guys in Division, and Cara seemed thrilled to have the sudden opportunity to hook up with him. Cara was still bent over the desk, her ass over one end and her head over the other.

Michael made to go behind the desk to fuck Cara, but she shook her head at him.

"I'm too sore," said Cara, propping herself up and coming around to stand next to Michael.

Then she dropped to her knees in front of him.

"But you can use this," said Cara with a wink as she opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around Michael's raging cock.

Erica was watching all this a little stunned and very bemused. The briefing had suddenly transformed into some sort of group hook up, and Erica was beginning to feel like a fifth wheel.

Michael, groaning with pleasure and amazement as Cara deep throated his cock with deft ease, looked up at Erica and beckoned her over with a grin.

Such a gentleman, Erica thought as she smiled back and walked over to join him. She pressed herself into Michael's side, feeling his lean, powerful shoulders as they slipped into a hungry kiss. Erica let Michael feel her up, his lustful hands grasping her perky tits through her halter top, even as he moaned and shuddered from Cara's breathtaking blowjob.

Erica watched with a smirk as Michael closed his eyes, breathing hard as he concentrated on the immense pleasure coursing through him as Cara's lips and tongue slid smoothly back and forth on his erection. Erica looked down at Cara's bobbing head, her cute little face buried in Michael's crotch as she worked him over in her mouth with rapid intensity. Cara was an amazing little cocksucker, thought Erica. When Cara made agent, Erica was sure she was going to have a lot of competition from the petite brunette.

It didn't take long for Cara's enthusiastic blowjob to bring Michael to the brink. Michael shuddered. Cara's eyes flew open, fluttering in surprise as kept her lips firmly clamped around the head of his cock. Erica could see Cara's cheeks working hard, making swallowing motions as Michael was unloading his hot cum into the young trainee's sucking mouth.




Whore Division Ch. 05



Erica looked over Michael's shoulder behind them, watching as Lucille was still riding Director Booker flinging her blonde her about as she grinded into his lap. The Director looked close to climaxing, sweating and grunting with exertion.

Cara had climbed to her knees and was licking her lips as she savoured Michael's tasty cum.

"You've been taking Doctor McCreamy's flavour enhancer, I see" commented Cara. "Very nice! Tastes like orange zest."

Behind them, Booker let out a yell and thrust hard into Lucille, clearly ejaculating deep inside her.

"Time to go I think!" said Erica, before she, Michael and Cara quickly hurried out of Director Booker's office.

**

"Why do you think Lucille was taken off the mission?" Erica asked, speaking as if to thin air in her empty train cabin.

It was a good thing the cabin was empty too, or Erica would have looked very peculiar talking out loud to herself. In actuality she was speaking with Michael, who was in constant communication with her from his safe house station in Paris. Through an ear piece and a micro com-link hidden in her clothes, Erica had Michael as her guide as she attempted this latest and highly critical mission for Division.

"Maybe she just wanted the day off," said Michael's voice in her ear. "That would explain her jumping the Director."

"I don't know, I think it might be more than that," replied Erica. "I caught her snooping around at Overwatch. She was being very defensive."

"That's just Lucille being Lucille," crackled Michael in Erica's earpiece. "Besides, you two have never got along. You're probably just being paranoid."

"Maybe," said Erica. "Alright, I'm ready to proceed with the mission. I'll contact you again once I have the serum."

"I'll stay on and listen in, make sure everything goes according to plan," said Michael.

"Pervert," laughed Erica. "Don't get too excited when you hear me doing my thing. I won't be there to take care of it for you. Neither will Cara for that matter!"

"Ha ha. Very funny, Erica. Good luck!"

The train had left Marseilles as night fell and was en route to Paris. With the hour growing late, most passengers of the rather luxurious train had retired to their compartments. Erica was undercover in a simple enough alias; she was to be Gusteau's escort for the train journey. Gusteau would be expecting her -- only just as an ordinary high end hooker, not a Whore Division agent. That would be easy enough. The hard part came after. She would then have to locate the serum and steal it, by any means necessary.

It was time for Erica to make her move.

The sultry young brunette was dressed in a trendy, expensive white leather coat that reached her knees. Underneath the coat however, Erica was clad only in luxurious black lingerie; her cleavage popping in the confines of a lacy bra; tiny elegant panties to match; a garter belt and suspenders holding up thigh high stockings; and tight high heeled black boots. She was outfitted to be sexually irresistible and to show off her sumptuous tanned body. Her pale eyes smouldered with mascara under her fringe of bangs, the rest of her long dark hair falling around her face and down her back.

Pouting at herself in the mirror with smugness at how fine she looked, Erica made a few final checks and then headed out into the narrow hallway that linked the train compartments. The lights were dim and no one seemed to be about as she made her way down the train to Gusteau's cabin.

After a knock on the door of Gusteau's compartment, it slid open to reveal an elegant wood-panelled cabin and a small man with beady eyes. He had a hungry, lustful look on his face as he eyed Erica over as he ushered her into the cabin and shut the door behind her.

The room was lit by soft lamp light and a bed dominated about half the room. There was a small table and a couple of even smaller chairs. Opposite the bed was a rather obvious looking metal safe set into the wall itself. The serum had to be in there, Erica guessed.

"So, mademoiselle, you are...?" Gusteau began with fluent but unmistakeably accented English.

"Tiffani," smiled Erica, holding out her hand for Gusteau to kiss, which he did with obvious relish.

"American?" asked Gusteau quizzically. "What brings you to France?"

"Wonderful, rich men like yourself, of course," teased Erica as she ran her fingers down his chest.

"I shall be an even richer man when I get to Paris, you know," said Gusteau as he began unbuttoning Erica's coat, not wasting any time. "Perhaps you should come with me when we arrive. I could take very good care of you, you know."

"I'll bet," crackled Michael dryly in Erica's ear.

Erica pouted with irritation. She hoped Michael wasn't loud enough for Gusteau to have noticed.

"Oh my, are you finishing some sort of important job?" asked Erica with faked enthusiasm. "Is that why you have such a huge... safe in your room?"

"Ah, oui!" said Gusteau. "It is my special invention. Three years it took me to perfect!"

Erica gasped with mock excitement.

"Oooh, may I see it?" Erica cooed. "You have to show me. Show me what a brilliant, successful man you are. Maybe I will stay with you in Paris then. I can show you something very special too..."

Erica chose that moment to step away from Gusteau and fling open her now unbuttoned white coat, showing off her smoking, lingerie clad body in all its erotic glory.

"Wow," murmured Gusteau. "Ah, but you know, the safe is not so easy to open, it has a very particular unlocking mechanism involved..."

Erica stepped back up to Gusteau, dropping her coat on the ground, and moaned cute girly moans as she encouraged him to grope and fondle her breasts. She thrust her cleavage into his face, gasping as he licked and kissed it with wild abandon.

"Promise you'll show me," Erica pouted. "I want to see what makes you so important and powerful."

Stroking men's egos was always a sure bet, Erica mused.

Erica then reached down and firmly grabbed hold of Gusteau's cock through his trousers, deftly unzipping him and releasing the surprisingly fat dick from its confines.

Stroking their cocks helped too, Erica thought with a smirk.

"Ah, why not, I guess!" moaned Gusteau as Erica eagerly groped his penis. "I will open the safe and show you. But after, mademoiselle. First, I need you to show me just how well those sweet lips of yours work."

"Oh, my favourite part," laughed Michael through Erica's earpiece.

Erica merely smiled and wordlessly slid to her knees.

Gusteau's cock was level with her face, and as she breathed over the cock head, her lips pursed, Gusteau shuddered.

Erica snaked her pink tongue out and flicked the tip of Gusteau's thick cock. She gave it a long wet kiss then licked along the slit and around the head over and over again. Gusteau moaned and just watched on as Erica slid her face under his cock until she brought her lips to his balls, tonguing one and then the other. She sucked his ball sack with her warm, wet mouth while his heavy dick rested heavily on her face.

Grabbing hold of the base, Erica slapped the French scientist's cock on her cheeks, and then her tongue, smiling mischievously. Then with one long, deep stroke she took him in her mouth and slid her lips down until half of his cock had disappeared between her ovalled lips.

Gusteau began muttering things in French that Erica didn't understand. But she knew what it meant, and began bobbing her head with steady strokes as she sucked his dick. Gusteau's cock trembled and jerked and Erica could already feel pre-cum dispensing on her tongue.

"Mmmmnnn mmmnn hmmmnn," moaned Erica breathlessly as she sped her blowjob up, looking up with her smoky eyes as she sucked.

"Ohhh, oui Tiffani!" breathed Gusteau. "Oui oui oui!"

Erica then pushed her face down harder and deeper, crying out with a muffled squeal of triumph as she felt Gusteau's cock be fed into her throat.

Gusteau cried out in pleasure and seized Erica's brunette head with his hands.

"Deeper! Go deeper you American whore! Gag on my baguette!" Gusteau groaned heavily.

Erica did just that, gagging noisily from surprise as much as anything else as Gusteau suddenly pushed her head down further. He impaled Erica's face on his cock, holding her head down as his hips thrust and forced himself back and forth in the slutty brunette's clutching throat.

Erica looked up at Gusteau and could feel her mascara beginning to bleed and run down her face as her eyes watered from the gagging. Gusteau was making full use of her mouth and throat, and Erica could only hold on tightly to his thighs as he held her head in place and fucked her face.

Erica could feel his balls tighten and rise each time her lips slid down to the base of his shaft and collided with them. Gusteau was close, she could tell.

"Oh shit, Erica," crackled Michael suddenly over her ear piece. "I think we've got trouble."

Erica, her face still busy being thoroughly used by Gusteau, could do nothing but gag and moan in response as she struggled to keep up with the deep throating. She could barely see and Gusteau hadn't let her up for much air that she thought she might pass out soon.

"Erica, somehow word has leaked that Gusteau was transporting the serum on the train tonight," continued Michael. "The French are onto this, they have a swat team of GIGN commandos waiting to board the train at the next stop! That's only minutes away!"

Erica's eyes widened in alarm at Michael's news. Before she could even think any further on the matter, Gusteau pulled her face back until just the cock head was between Erica's tight lips.

"Ahhhhhh! Taste my crème fraiche you delicious slut! Suck it all down!" Gusteau commanded.

Then he blew his load. Cursing all the while in French, or at least Erica guessed it was cursing, Gusteau's cock let out a powerful burst of hot white cum into Erica's mouth. Another burst followed, and then another, flowing onto her tongue and collecting in her mouth. Once it had slowed to a dribble, Erica slurped her mouth off Gusteau's cock and held her head back.

It wasn't quite tasty crème fraiche as Gusteau had suggested, but Erica dutifully swallowed the musky, salty load until not a drop was left. Then she opened her mouth for Gusteau to see.

"Ahhh, very good mademoiselle Tiffani!" said Gusteau. "I shall be ready to go again soon enough, don't you worry my little pet. Then we can make full use of our lovely time together."

"Erica, you don't have much time," insisted Michael in Erica's earpiece. "You have to get the serum and then bail. Get off the train before it reaches the station! You can jump while it's slowing down."

Erica was on her feet and ready to act. She could feel her face was a mess and her makeup ruined, but she had no time to fix that.

"Show me the safe now," said Erica to Gusteau. "You promised me."

"Ahh, soon soon!" said Gusteau. "I am, as we say in France, le tired. I need to rest first."

Erica swore, out loud. She didn't have time for this.

Erica grabbed the scrawny Gusteau and hauled him against the safe.

"Open the safe now! Do you understand?" Erica demanded, trying to act with confidence.

"What? Oh. Oh shit! You want the serum! Please! Please don't hurt me! I am only following orders!" pleaded Gusteau as he caught on to what was happening.

"You won't get hurt if you open this safe. Right now!" insisted Erica.

"Um, I can't," said Gusteau. "This safe has a special access mechanism. It's a genetic security system. It will only unlock by pouring a fresh sample of my semen to this part here, see."

"Fuck!" swore Erica. "I just swallowed all your cum!"

"That's ok, I will be ready again in perhaps, half an hour..." said Gusteau.

"That's too late!" screamed Erica.

"Erica, listen to me," said Michael over the com-link. "Forget the serum. You don't have time. Get out of there now!"

Erica looked down at Gusteau's crotch. His cock was still semi-hard. Maybe she had a chance at pulling this off.

Erica dropped to her knees again.

"Wait, what? What are you doing?" Gusteau asked in alarm.

"I'm giving you the fastest blowjob of your life," said Erica. "Now give me your crème fraiche or we're both completely fucked!"

Without further ado, Erica dove her face onto Gusteau's cock. She bathed it in her slick, wet saliva again, rolling her tongue around the head, her limps tight as a clamp on the cock.

She sucked fast and furiously, working the shaft back up to full hardness in a matter of mere moments. Bobbing her head with incredible speed, she gagged herself over and over as she deep throated the cock; pulling out every trick she had to get Gusteau off in time.

"Mmmmnhh mnnnhh hmmnn hmmnn hmmnghh!" moaned Erica, her noises muffled over Gusteau's cock.

Erica could hear the train applying its brakes. She could feel it slowing down as it approached the station. She knew Gusteau was close again however. He was moaning and writhing as she blew him, gasping each time she wedged his cock into her tight throat. She needed to be careful though. She couldn't let him cum down her throat. She needed to catch as much of it as she could in her mouth.

"Unnghhh unnghhh ughhh mnnghhh agghhh hmmnghhhh hmmnhh!"

Erica grabbed Gusteau's free hands and stuffed them into her bra, hoping the sudden sensation of groping her cleavage would help push him closer.

To her surprise, it did the trick. Gusteau gave a shout of warning and Erica pulled off just in time. She positioned her waiting open mouth just before the cock and wanked the Frenchman off with unrestrained haste with her hands.

Gusteau did not disappoint. With a great shudder he let loose stream after stream of thick cum into Erica's waiting mouth. Although it was much less than the first round, Erica was sure it would be plenty enough to access the safe. With a triumphant moan of relief, Erica carefully kept her mouth closed and the cum load safe as she made to stand up.

Just as she did, the door burst open and half a dozen GIGN commandos, dressed head to toe in black swat gear stormed into the room, automatic weapons at the ready and shouting in French.

Erica yelped in shock and her precious cum load spilled out of her mouth and down her chest, streaking her firm breasts and nestling neatly in her bra-enhanced cleavage.

"I surrender!" squeaked Erica as she raised her arms above her head, clad still only in her lingerie.

To be continued... 



Whore Division Ch. 06



Erica awoke to the sound of chirping birds and the luxurious smell of freshly baked croissants. As she slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings, she seemed to be in some sort of wealthy countryside estate. She was in a room with great big windows looking out onto a beautiful pastoral landscape; green fields; grazing cows; a bright blue morning sky.

The room itself was sumptuously decorated, filled with antique furniture, thick rugs, ottomans and cushions. An old clock ticked on a nearby wall. Before Erica was a coffee table, laid out with the fresh croissants she had smelled, looking delicious and golden brown, along with a pot of brewed coffee and a bowl of fresh fruit.

Still feeling sluggish, Erica only just seemed to realise that she was sitting in a chair, and instinctively tried to reach out to the food before her. That was when she noticed her arms were bound behind the chair, handcuffs securing her wrists together.

Then Erica's memories started to flood back to her. Her mission in France to retrieve the serum. Her desperate last ditch attempt to open the safe on the train. The GIGN commando squad that burst in and arrested her at a very awkward moment. After that, there was nothing until she had just woken up here. She was a prisoner.

The tall, slender brunette looked down at herself and saw that she had been changed by someone since her mission and arrest. She was wearing a revealing black negligee that left little to the imagination, her stunning tanned legs and tight cleavage completely exposed for anyone to see.

"I see our little Division prisoner is awake finally," came a woman's voice Erica recognised. "I'll admit, the sedative we gave you was strong, but I didn't think you'd be out for so long. You must have been more exhausted than I realised from all your hard probation work at Division..."

Erica knew it was Amanda the moment she spoke.

Shit, thought Erica. I've been captured by Slut Directorate!

Amanda was Erica's greatest arch rival. She had once been a fellow agent at Whore Division, but had defected and joined the nefarious criminal syndicate Slut Directorate instead, betraying her country and her colleagues.

Amanda smiled at Erica, her face dripping with evil satisfaction. With long wavy auburn hair, a killer athletic body, the face of an angel, and the heart of a devil, Amanda was a serious villainous bitch. She was dressed in nothing more than white lingerie; a frilly French style bra and panties; and lacy stockings suspended with a garter belt.

"I should have known you'd be behind this," growled Erica.

"Me?" asked Amanda, feigning surprise. "No no no, my colleagues and I at the Directorate simply did what we were told to retrieve the Xanthium serum. We weren't the ones that put you on that train. We weren't the ones that sold you out to us."

"What do you mean sold me out? What are you talking about?" demanded Erica.

"Come now, I know you're not as cunning as me, but even you should be able to figure it out by now," teased Amanda.

"Slut Directorate knew I was coming," gasped Erica. "That's why I was intercepted on the train so fast. Someone tipped you off?"

Amanda took a seat on a couch opposite Erica, lazing back on it as she nodded.

"But the only people who knew about the mission were in Division," said Erica, more to herself than Amanda. "Which means we have a leak within Division! Someone has been feeding Slut Directorate information from inside our organisation!"

"How does it feel to lose so badly?" laughed Amanda.

"You'll pay for this!" shouted Erica, struggling against her cuffs.

"Please, calm down, you'll hurt yourself," said Amanda. "And we don't want to hurt you... yet."

"Where are we?" asked Erica suspiciously. "What do you want from me?"

"We are Chateau Derriere, deep in the French countryside," answered Amanda. "Don't bother trying to escape; there is nowhere to go, even if you make it outside the Chateau. This is a highly secure Directorate facility, and I wouldn't be telling you that if we had any intention of getting out of here. As for what I want from you, I don't want anything at all..."

Amanda's gaze moved off to the side and watched smiling as a huge man with a brooding expression suddenly entered and stood right before Erica, completely naked, his crotch right before Erica's face. The man was hung like a stallion, and every inch of his body seemed rippling with dark muscle.

"Claude on the other hand, is most interested in interrogating a live Whore Division agent in the flesh," continued Amanda. "He has a very special craving and fresh Division agents are his favourite dessert. It may take a few months, perhaps longer if you fight it, but by the end you'll be begging to join Slut Directorate, just like I was."

Erica shuddered as she watched Claude's mighty member twitch and stir to life before her eyes. It rose on its own, without being stroked or touched, engorging to its full and enormous length and girth. Throbbing with need, the hot, angry dick looked as though it wanted to lunge out at Erica and impale itself in any hole it could find.

Erica guessed that probably wasn't far from the truth.

"You haven't even asked me what you want from me yet," said Erica. "Aren't you going to interrogate me?"

"We already have a spy within Division, we don't need information," sighed Amanda. "But our leader has decided that you would prove a valuable asset if turned. So you're going to remain at the Chateau Derriere until we make a real slut out of you. You'll find you will have a lot of freedom here, but there are expectations too. As our prisoner, anyone can approach and make use of you at anytime, and you must cooperate or you will spend time in the dungeon. Aside from that however you have free roam of the Chateau and may partake in all its offerings."

"I'll never join you!" yelled Erica. "I'm a whore agent! I'll never betray my country!"

Amanda laughed louder than ever at that.

"Your country has no idea you exist! You still don't know the truth about Whore Division do you?" exclaimed Amanda. "That's just too sad. Oh well, you'll learn soon enough. She's all yours, Claude."

Claude shuffled closer to Erica, his trembling penis mere inches from her mouth.

"Suck," Claude commanded.

"No way," replied Erica through clenched teeth. She would not break that easy.

"I know you hate anal, Erica," piped up Amanda from the couch. "Claude is going to claim your ass just a few minutes from now. Trust me; you want him lubed up with as much of your spit as possible before he does."

Erica looked alarmed, but still refused to open her mouth.

"You still won't blow him?" asked Amanda. "Well, I'm not a complete bitch. Claude, come over here."

Amanda beckoned Claude over and he quickly moved over to the sultry auburn haired girl on the couch, presenting his raging cock to her.

"See, I'll even do this for you, just this once," said Amanda before leaning her head forward and taking Claude's cock into her slutty mouth.

"Mmmmmnnnhhhhh hmmmmmmnnnn," Amanda moaned noisily as she slurped on the head of the cock.

Rolling her tongue around the swollen gland, Amanda slid her lips firmly down the shaft as she began to suck back and forth further on the dick. Soon she was coating almost half the cock with her spit as she bobbed her head steadily on the angry penis.

Claude groaned in pleasure, letting Amanda work him over before she finally pulled off and spat a big wad of saliva onto his cock, letting it soak it.

"Now, Erica, prepare to be fucked up the ass," smiled Amanda as Claude suddenly closed in on a trembling, nervous Erica.

**

Erica was lying flat, face down, on a sumptuous bed, held down by the mighty Claude. Her dark hair was flung about over her face, as she had been roughly thrown down just moments before. Her black negligee had been hiked up over her hips to reveal her incredibly tight ass as she lay on her stomach.

Above and behind her was Claude, positioning himself over Erica's ass with his hard cock at the ready, aiming for her tight little rear hole.

Erica had fought and begged and reasoned with Claude in an attempt to escape or have him help her. But Claude either didn't speak much English or didn't care to, and was too strong to be overwhelmed, and so he simply dragged the young brunette to a luxurious bedroom in the Chateau and proceeded with his single minded ambition of mounting her from behind.

Erica could feel his cock suddenly nudging against her back door, and then her eyes went wide with alarm as the fat head suddenly pushed inside her ass.

"Uuuhhhh! Fuck!" Erica screamed in pain as Claude entered her.

She could feel the shaft pushing slowly but relentlessly forward between her ass cheeks and into her incredibly tight hole. Further and further it went, making Erica wail with agony until almost half of the length of the cock was buried in her ass. Amanda's spit seemed to be helping a little as lube, but not by much.

"Oh fuck! Please, do it gently-" Erica pleaded before being cut off as Claude gave a hard, slamming thrust into her. "Ughhhh!"

Claude thrust again, his hands moving to Erica's tiny waist for leverage.

"Aaaaagh!" Erica screamed as the next pounding slam of Claude's hips came.

Slam!

"Uuuuuughh!"

Slam!

"Gaaaahh!"

Slam!

"Aaaahh, stop!"

Slam! Slam! Slam!

"Fuck! Slow, down, it's too much!" Erica yelled.

But Claude was unrelenting. His cock was now thrusting balls deep as he pounded Erica's incredible ass, his belly slamming into her firm ass cheeks. In and out of her clutching sphincter Claude's cock surged, throbbing with violent lust as it impaled Erica. Claude was almost hunched over Erica now, ploughing her from behind with grunts of ecstasy and unbridled roughness.

Erica could do nothing but scream and moan into the bed as Claude claimed her with his furious ass fucking.

Luckily for Erica, it didn't last too long. Anal fucking was not Erica's specialisation at Whore Division, and she did not enjoy it very much, doing it only when absolutely necessary. It meant however that she was especially tight, and few men ever lasted more than a few minutes in her perfect posterior.

Claude was no exception.

With an animalistic growl, Claude pulled out from her ass just as he was approaching break neck speed with his thrusting, and quickly shuffled up the bed.

Grabbing Erica's hair roughly, Claude forced the luscious brunette to twist around and bring her face level to his cock. Then with his other hand, Claude frantically stroked himself, aiming his trembling dick at point blank range at Erica's face.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargghhh!" bellowed Claude as the first volley of white cum erupted from his cock, splattering across Erica's nose, forehead and hair.

Another blast of spunk followed, and then another, and another, smacking Erica's cheeks, lips and eyes, making her wince.

The last trickle of cum dribbled out onto Erica's chin, and then Claude proceeded to wipe his cock clean in Erica's hair, outraging the already humiliated brunette agent.

"Rest now," said Claude in a deep voice and thick accent Erica could not quite make out. "Tomorrow we begin your training."

"My training? What was that just now then?" Erica couldn't help asking, aghast.

"You are very hot," shrugged Claude. "And I always like to sample the new recruits. There are clothes in the closet there. You are free to roam the Chateau, but you cannot leave the grounds – or you will trigger the security system."

"Yeah, yeah, no escape, I get it," muttered Erica, trying to wipe the cum out of her eyes with her fingers.

No escape! We'll see about that... thought Erica with a devious grin.

**

The next day Erica was tentatively exploring the Chateau, scouting out the building for any information she could scour and potential weaknesses in its security to help her escape. After a surprisingly delicious breakfast she had found herself eventually in the Chateau's grand old library room, filled with great tall shelves of books and even a row of state of the art computers.

Excited at the possibility of perhaps being able to send a message to the outside world and alert Whore Division to her imprisonment, Erica had leaped onto the nearest computer, but despaired to find that they all seemed to have security locks on them. Erica was sealed off from the world beyond.

"Ahem, can I help you mademoiselle?" came a nervous sounding voice.

Erica spun around to see a young man in a tweed suit and bow tie standing nervously to the side, clutching a few books in his hands.

"Oh, hi," said Erica, looking the man up and down, "you're not what I expected to find in this place. Who are you?"

"I'm Anthony Borgia," said the young man, extending a hand for Erica to shake. "I work here."

"Really? You're with Slut Directorate? Forgive me for saying, but you don't seem the type..." said Erica.

Beneath his nerdy fashion, Anthony actually looked quite handsome, but he didn't exactly seem very sexually charged.

"Oh, I'm not a field agent," said Anthony. "I'm a researcher. I spend most of my time here at the Chateau. And you are our new guest, I take it?"

Anthony was staring at Erica nervously, but with obvious lust.

Erica had found quite a wide selection of clothes for her to choose from in her Chateau room, from beautiful gowns to elaborate kinky costumes, but she settled finally for the casual summer wear of a low cut white tank top under a red tartan shirt that she left unbuttoned enough to highlight her amazing tanned cleavage. She had coupled it with dark skinny denim jeans. Her ass was still sore from yesterday and she did not want to make it too easy for anyone to fuck her again by wearing a skirt or dress.

Anthony was ogling Erica's breasts with a complete lack of subtlety, but he still seemed too polite or nervous to pull any moves on her.

"Yes, I'm a prisoner here, Antony," answered Erica. "My name's Erica and I am an agent of a foreign government. You have to help me get out of here! The people you work for are bad guys!"

"My family have been working for the Directorate for generations," said Anthony. "Even if I wanted to help you, I couldn't go against my family; this is the only life I know. Besides, it isn't so bad here. You'll see."

"Damn it, fine," said Erica. "At least could you help me with these computers? I need to... check the latest gossip on Will and Kate..."

"Oh, I don't know about that, I'm not supposed to let you use the terminals," said Anthony.

"Please Anthony? It won't be for long! No one will find out."

Anthony shook his head firmly.

"What if I could give you something in return...?" flirted Erica, pushing closer to Anthony until her breasts rubbed up against him.

"Um, no thanks, I mean, I want to, but I'm not allowed..." mumbled Anthony. "I'm forbidden to get any sexual gratification until I finish my project and graduate as a full researcher. My father is very strict on the issue."

"What?" exclaimed Erica. "But this whole place is filled with sex! On my way up here I passed a pretty vocal threesome in the foyer. It's Slut Directorate for crying out loud, and you can't get any?"

"Not even a hand job," said Anthony moodily. "I mean there are a lot of hot young women here, and it's great to watch when they're sucking or fucking right there in front of you, but it gets so frustrating not being able to do anything with them." 

"You know what, fuck the rules and fuck what your father says!" said Erica. "I'm not one of them, and I don't plan on following their rules. If you help me out, I'll give you the time of your life. And you know I'll be good, I'm a Whore Division agent after all."

"No way, I'll get caught!" protested Anthony. "And then I'll be forbidden from sex forever!"

"Then come with me," whispered Erica huskily. "I need to escape from here. If you help me, I can take you with me. You can join us at Whore Division, and every gorgeous girl there will be giving you blowjobs and letting you fuck us as much as you want."

Erica reinforced the point by grinding her body against his.

"Oh fuck me," moaned Anthony. "Ah, fuck it, why not! I want you to service me before I help you though. But not here, I don't want to be caught."

"You promise to help me escape afterwards?" asked Erica.

"Yes, absolutely, I'll do anything for the chance to have that sweet mouth of yours around my cock! I've heard the rumors from Amanda, I know what a great cock sucker you are!" enthused Anthony.

"Ok, where can we go?" asked Erica as she pressed her body up against Anthony. She could feel his bulge convexing through his tweed trousers.

"Meet me in the archive room in two hours, no one bothers to go there but me most of the time," said Anthony, "I have to finish something first. Gosh, I can't wait! See you then, Erica!"

With that, Anthony awkwardly spun around and made his way out of the room, constantly glancing back at Erica with patent lust.

Erica smiled to herself. Now she had an opening. It would be up to her to seize whatever other opportunities presented themselves.

**

For the next hour Erica spent time familiarising herself with the Chateau and its grounds, trying to scout its perimeter and detect whatever security systems it might have. There seemed to be little evidence of surveillance or security within the Chateau, but once outside on the estate she began to spot hidden cameras, sensors and other electronic devices that were clearly designed to keep the Chateau secure.

Unfortunately as the time was counting down towards her secret meet with Anthony, Erica had begun to attract the interest and attention of several Slut Directorate personnel. They weren't alerted to Erica's plans of escape; rather they seemed to fancy possessing Erica to slake their lust with. Erica hurried away, hoping to move fast enough that they wouldn't stop and demand she service them.

Erica was then passing through the communal outdoor eatery, designed almost like a cafe within the Chateau and opening up onto the lovely sunlit grounds, hoping to find a snack of delicious food. There were only a few people about. A couple of men and women sitting and enjoying coffee, talking mostly in French.

As Erica swept by, one of the men called out to her to stop in coarse English. Erica turned to look at him and gasped.

He was an older man, with grizzled facial hair and flinty eyes, dressed in a light grey suit. He was lounging back in his chair, while next to him a young and very petite slim blonde woman wearing a halter top and mini skirt was leaning over and bobbing her head on his erect penis.

The man continued to watch Erica with a snarl of lust as he gripped a handful of the blonde's hair and forced her head up and down on his raging boner, occasionally pushing down hard to make her deep throat him with a great wet squelch and gagging sound.

"Come here," growled the man at Erica, beckoning her over with a crooked finger.

Nervous, and fully aware of Slut Directorate's policy of sexual compliance, Erica obeyed until she was standing before the man and watching the young blonde doing her best to suck cock.

The man reached up and without any subtlety grabbed hold of both of Erica's breasts in his groping hands. He gripped and squeezed her boobs through her tank top and tartan shirt with unrestrained abandon, roughly feeling them up as he groaned.

Erica moaned with discomfort and once the man had groped to his heart's content, he let go and then yanked the blonde girl from her blowjob, pulling her up by the hair. He muttered something to her in French, and the girl looked positively relieved to have been let up, breathing hard and eyeing Erica curiously.

The man then got to his feet and moved to stand behind Erica, sliding his grubby hands over her lithe young body. His cock was still out and Erica could feel it pressing up against her butt through her jeans. It felt hard and warm, stiff and ready for action. Erica could guess what was going to come next.




Whore Division Ch. 06



The man reached around and with surprisingly deft fingers, unbuttoned and unzipped Erica's jeans, before pulling them down her legs and revealing her white thong. This too was yanked down to join the jeans, piled up around Erica's knees. Satisfied with his newfound access to the young tanned brunette, the man shuffled Erica over next to the table, and continued to stand behind her, gripping her waist.

"My name is Philippe," growled the man into Erica's ear, "you will sex for me, American slut."

With the introduction over, Philippe was apparently satisfied that they had gotten to know each other well enough, and proceeded to bend Erica over the table until her perky tanned little ass was sticking up in the air and her luscious pussy presenting itself to him.

Philippe shuffled closer behind Erica, grabbed his spit-soaked cock and pushed it inside Erica's moistening pussy. Erica gasped as she felt it slide in, splitting her pussy walls with a sharp pain before it began to ease into a dull ache as Philippe seized her waits and began thrusting.

Philippe's thrusts were neither particularly deep or skilful, and instead constituted a kind of brisk humping as he growled, groaned and gasped from behind Erica.

Erica braced herself as best she could against the table and simply tried to ride the rapid humping out. Philippe's cock was simply pecking away inside her pussy, awkwardly, but so fast that it seemed to be working nonetheless, at least for Philippe.

"Aaaah aaaah aaaah! Oui oui! American slut! So young and tight!" wheezed Philippe as he pumped at Erica from behind.

Erica could not even moan, it was simply too inexpert, and so she remained there, bent over and propped up on her forearms as she took in the picturesque scenery of the Chateau cafe and let Philippe have his way with her with his ecstatic humping. Twice Erica caught the blonde's eye, and the blonde gave a little roll of her eyes with a nod towards Philippe. Erica stifled a laugh. Clearly Philippe was not a very well thought of lover here at the Chateau.

This meant, Erica could only guess, that Philippe was some kind of senior management. Someone who had neither the physical talent nor intense training of a field agent, but who nevertheless commanded enough authority to have the women here pleasure him, unlike Anthony.

Erica filed the insight away for later use, and then realised with faint surprise that Philippe was fast approaching climax, jerking away inside Erica's pussy, fucking her at warp speed and moaning gibberish as he held Erica down and humped at her from behind.

Suddenly, Erica saw the blonde once again yanked by her hair and pulled over next to Erica's ass where Philippe proceeded to whip his cock from Erica's plundered pussy and pushed it immediately into the blonde girl's mouth.

Erica twisted around to watch as Philippe held the blonde's head firm as the head of his cock disappeared between the girl's lips, the shaft visibly jerking and depositing spurt after spurt of white seed into her mouth. Erica could see the cum load dripping out and escaping from the blonde's lips while he eyes held a bored look, as if she had done this a thousand times before. Erica mused that she probably had.

A frustrated, bored agent on service duty at the Chateau, Erica thought cunningly. She could be a ripe candidate for helping her out, if she wanted revenge on Slut Directorate, or even just on Philippe!

Philippe rocked and humped the blonde girl's mouth a little more, then patted her head and removed himself from her maw.

"Good girl, Elise," laughed Philippe, "see I practice my English for the American slut!"

Elise stared daggers up at Philippe then flicked her head up and swallowed the cum load Philippe had just deposited in her little mouth. Strands of white viscous goo hung from her lips and chin, but Elise made no effort to clean this up yet.

Without waiting for Philippe's permission, as he had lost interest in her by now, Erica stood up, pulled up her panties and jeans, zipped herself up, and then carried on to her meeting with Anthony. She did not want to stay here any longer than necessary.

**

A little while later Erica arrived at the archives room of the Chateau. It was a strange room. On one side were row after row of computer drives. On the other, an old physical filing system clearly full of papers and reports going back years. In the middle of the room however, it was almost like a museum. There was pedestal after pedestal, all perfectly lit and labelled, that each held a different artefact or technological device.

Erica could not work out what most of them were, though many looked incredibly old, and were encased in glass.

Above the rows of artefacts was a sign bearing a name: Arena Xanthium.

Xanthium? Erica thought. The ancient scientist? Wasn't the serum she was sent after on the train by Xanthium too? What was this all about?

Before Erica could ponder this further, Anthony suddenly emerged from the shadows of one of the file rows.

"Psst! Erica, over here!" Anthony whispered urgently.

Erica hurried over to Anthony, who seemed nervous and was looking about anxiously.

"Why are there so many Xanthium artefacts here, Anthony?" asked Erica, still curious. "What is Slut Directorate doing with them all?"

Anthony seemed confused at the question.

"Don't you know?" said Anthony. "Xanthium was the greatest scientific mind of her time. Perhaps of all time! But her inventions and discoveries were lost and kept secret for centuries. In particular she uncovered the hidden potential sexual power within humankind. That's what I've been researching."

"But why does Directorate want them?"

"Everyone wants them," said Anthony flatly. "Your Whore Division is our greatest competitor in the race to uncover Xanthium's secrets. Whoever unlocks the secrets of Xanthium can rule the world."

"I don't get it though, she lived ages ago," said Erica, "why would it matter now?"

"Perhaps I'll tell you once you help me defect," shrugged Anthony, growing impatient. "I wanted to fuck you, but I don't have much time, so could I get a blowjob now? Then I'll send a message out to Whore Division for you. I hacked their network ten minutes ago."

"You promise to alert Whore Division to where I am if I blow you?" asked Erica.

"Yes, if you promise to let me fuck you later when I have time," said Anthony, "and don't forget to take me with you!"

"You can fuck me anyway you want if you help me," answered Erica, though she didn't confirm that she would help Anthony defect.

"Good," said Anthony as he unbuckled himself and hurriedly unzipped to take out his erect cock. "Now get down there and start sucking, I really need my first ever blowjob and I can't wait any longer!"

Before Erica could even comply, Anthony had grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down, gently, to her knees.

Wordlessly, Erica flicked her pale eyes up at Anthony and stretching her lips wide she engulfed his throbbing pink cock into the warm, moist clinging embrace of her mouth. Rolling her tongue around the head of the cock, she then bobbed her face down an inch and back again, and began to suck.

"Holy fuck, that is unbelievable!" gasped Anthony with wide eyed delight. "I never imagined it would feel this good!"

Erica allowed herself a small blush of pride and then bobbed again, two inches this time, and sucked. Then she repeated the move. And did it again. And again. The pace of bobbing growing faster. The sucking more intense. The cock in her mouth throbbed and jerked and oozed precum, quivering wit joy.

Anthony was simply breathing hard now, too lost for words, and he had reached down to fondle Erica's boobs through her tank top and shirt.

"Mmmmn mmmnhhh hmmmnn," moaned Erica around the man meat as she bobbed.

Anthony let out a long, low groan as the slender young brunette began bobbing her head.

With rhythmic motions Erica steadily built up speed and pressure as she dragged her lips back to the rim of the cock head, swirling her tongue around and then pushed back down again to take another few inches of the shaft.

"Mmmmnhhh hmmnnhh mmnghh!"

Back and forth she continued her steady blowjob, bobbing hungrily on the raging cock in her mouth, leaving it soaked with her spit.

It wasn't a surprise that Anthony approached climax so quickly, it was after all, his first time with his dick in a girl's mouth.

Still, Erica was caught a little off guard when with a grunt and a thrust of his hips, Anthony flooded her mouth with warm jet waves of cum, racing across her tongue and coating the roof of her mouth, some slipping down her throat as she swallowed to keep up with the deluge.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah yeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssss!" groaned Anthony as he released, grabbing hold of Erica's head to make sure she didn't pull off, though of course she wasn't going to.

Pulse after pulse of hot jizz streamed forth into Erica's accepting mouth until at long last he was spent and withdrew from her lips with a slick popping sound.

Erica displayed the load and then deftly swallowed the rest of the salty deposit, before rising to her feet.

"You've got yourself an escape, Erica," said Anthony breathlessly.

Anthony groped Erica's tits once more, far more gently and pleasurably than Philippe had done not minutes earlier, and then he fled from the archive with a new skip in his step, leaving Erica all alone with the relics of Arena Xanthium.