An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Failure to Complete The Mission by Ninette Swan - 04/10/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest April's Entry

Grace shuddered into Marco’s warmth. His large, calloused hands swept her evening gown over her shoulders, leaving her clad only in lace from the waist down. Her breasts pressed against his naked torso, the tips grazing his skin, on fire at the touch. A wanton lake of desire opened within her, and she shifted, just slightly, allowing his powerful thigh to nudge her apart. Their bodies melted together. She’d made her decision.


She would spend these moments in the arms of this chiseled secret agent, no matter that they were on opposing sides. She’d hand in her resignation tomorrow. How could a spy go against her heart? Apparently she wasn’t cut out for this life, and she would not be ashamed to admit it to her smolderingly gorgeous boss tomorrow. He’d have to accept it. He’d have no choice. And it’s not as if he hadn’t had his chance with her. Grace couldn’t have been more obvious about her attraction to the blond-haired Adonis. Weeks ago, she had thought she’d seen desire for her in his smoky grey eyes. She’d wanted to pass this test, to prove herself to him. But she’d had no idea how sensual and provocative her target would be.

The silk of her panties slid off her backside, revealing her pulsing core. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and she enjoyed the sensation of the flowing air. She started straight when rough denim caressed her bare bottom.

“Marco? What—”

“You’ve failed.” The baritone voice murmuring in her ear was not Marco. A strong hand cupped her raised buttocks, and she felt a ramrod heat searing her from behind.

She looked up at her lover, her enemy. A smile played on his lips, but didn’t reach his eyes. He groaned in need and looked beyond her.

“What should we do with her, Gene?”

Her boss didn’t answer, but buried his face in her chestnut locks, inhaling deeply. His erection jutted up against her, making her quiver with a mixture of need and excitement.

“Gene, Marco,” she breathed, “what is this?”

The man behind her straightened, and she squeaked in protest as his heat left her body. She thrust out her ass to connect with him again, even as he began to speak.

“Graciela Merced, you have failed your initiation into The Order. A spy must be ruthless, seductive but not yielding. You are far too supple, too giving, to work for our operation.” His voice faltered over the adjectives, and she could tell she was affecting his ability to think clearly.

She rubbed up against him and purred before asking, “So, Marco is not my enemy?”

Gene leaned down to kiss her neck, her collarbone, while Marco’s hands trailed down her tight stomach with the lightest of touches, the simultaneous sensations causing her to tremble from the inside out.

“I’d say we’re both your enemy,” Marco whispered, his dark eyes flashing up at her as he took her breast into his mouth. The rosy tip strained against his lips, and he teased it with his teeth until Grace was writhing against him. Gene slipped his hand down her thigh, and she gasped as a single finger entered her in one fluid motion.

She didn’t understand what was going on, or what would become of her, but in that instant, she didn’t care. They’d probably kill her after this. She held their secrets, and she’d failed them. The only things that weren’t failing them being her bronze skin, her supple lips, and her generous backside. She reached one arm around Marco’s thick neck, pulling him up to her for a searing, wrenching kiss. Her other arm wound its way around Gene’s waist, pulling him against her again, fumbling at his buttons. He growled and pushed her hands away. A moment later the sound of fabric hitting ground filled her ears. Marco thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, tangling her hair in his hands. She undid the top of his jeans, and those, too, fell to the floor.

There was nothing between her and the two sexy secret agents aside from her lacy stockings. One hot cock pressed up against her abdomen, another tantalized her lower back, sex mirroring life as she bandied between the two of them.

Marco reached around her to caress Gene’s shoulder, and the man behind her made a guttural sound in the back of his throat, squeezing Grace between them even tighter as he lunged at the agent in front of her. The two shared a kiss filled with raw passion, and as Grace watched, she felt liquid heat gathering at her center, dripping down her inner leg.

“Are you two…” Her voice trailed off as Gene broke from the kiss and knelt behind him. He rummaged in his discarded jean pockets.

Marco tipped her chin up to him and took her mouth in a demanding rush. He tore away from her quickly and smiled.

“Let’s just say we’ve…worked together before.”

She sighed softly, falling into his limpid brown eyes. His sculpted shoulders heaved as he acknowledged the stormy-eyed male behind her.

She felt a coldness upon her most private area and pulled away instinctively.

“Hush, now,” Gene said softly, applying even more lube. “You may not be good enough to be a spy for us, but we’ve never found a woman so perfect for other uses.”

“But what will happen to me when you’re through?” Grace had to ask the question through gritted teeth as Marco’s condomed-tip pushed up into her.

Her world went black as Gene entered from behind, sparks lingering on the edge of her peripheral vision. The only things that existed were the two cocks dueling for dominance within her. The groaning, pulsing men pushing rhythmically in and out of her, barreling toward climax.

Marco took her breast in his hand, adding teasing touch to the sensations ripping through her.

“Does it matter what happens when we’re through?” he whispered.

She managed to shake her head. “No. Just fuck me.”