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Charlie's Whores | spurius | 1

 

Charles Fields was a happy man. So happy, in fact, that he was grateful for the desk between him and his ‘agents.’ They believed themselves to be special agents, ala Charlie’s Angels, trained, led and deployed by him. They were, in fact, the most expensive and exclusive escort agency in the world. So secret, in fact, not even the girls knew they were whores (and occasional accessories to blackmail and corporate espionage). His cock stirred as his eyes ran over the busty women before him. He didn’t bother hiding his leers as he knew the naive women wouldn’t notice.

Real Name: Louisa Deville
Codename: Lacey Duvalle
Age: 25
Height: 6’
Race: African-American
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Breast Size: D
Distinguishing Features: The most athletic of Charles’s agents, her firm muscles in no way detract from her femininity; lips meant for sucking cock; and a throat that could double as a fucking vacuum cleaner; pierced nipples; and the word ‘slut’ under each of her soft breasts.
Current Outfit: Just came off a ‘surveillance mission’ which involved her stripping in a club belonging to…Charles Fields. She hadn’t had time to change and thus arrived in his office in her ‘sexy gangsta’ outfit. The two piece suit revealed her firm belly and just a hint of the tattoos under her breasts, as well as baring an impressive length of leg, made even longer by the four inch heels she was wearing. Her short black hair was hidden under her fedora and hard nipples peaked through the thin fabric of her white top, contrasting nicely with her dark skin.
Dick-Stiffening Memory: Having her suck him off as part of an ‘interrogation’ of a ‘terrorist.’ Who was actually a quite beautiful, in an elegant sort of way, senior vice president, receiving her bonus for a job well done, in the form of a show and then an hour of getting her cunt cleaned by the beautiful black agent (all captured on tape, just in case the extremely married executive could prove useful in the future).

Real Name: Destiny Porter
Codename: Delta White
Age: 23
Height: 5’8”
Race: Caucasian
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Breast Size: DD
Distinguishing Features: Occasional flashes of intellect in her empty eyes; a tongue piercing (which she knew how to use); the tightest ass Charles Fields had ever had the great pleasure of fucking; and the word ‘slut’ tattooed right above her delicious ass.
Current Outfit: Having just finished an ‘assignment’ Agent Delta was still wearing the skin-tight black catsuit that she’d worn to break into Jonathan Hope’s apartment. Not that it had helped her, she’d had to fuck him again and again and again, before he’d finally agree not to call the police on the captured agent. The CFO of the Hope International Group hadn’t noticed that she’d succeeded in accessing his computer, before he ‘caught’ her. He’d paid for the privilege of having his security fucked, but at least he’d fucked her back. Repeatedly and impressively.
Dick-Stiffening Memory: Taking her down in training and buggering her roughly, right before the other ‘agents’ watching eyes in the sparring circle. Then having her thank him after he’d shot a load of cum up her ass.

Real Name: Asia Aston
Codename: Asa Akira
Age: 19
Height: 5’2”
Race: Japanese-American
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Breast Size: C
Distinguishing Features: The most gullible and horniest of Charles’s agents (and that’s saying something); her long straight hair makes a good handle for ramming her incredibly tight cunt from behind; the word ‘slut’ is tattooed above her pussy; and she has the cutest little nose piercing, which she thinks makes her look tough.
Current Outfit: Agent Asa had been off duty, getting some sleep. As she never knew when Charles would visit her, in urgent need of ‘stress relief’ or ambush her to ‘keep her sharp’ her nightclothes were…skimpy. The red bra lifted, separated and enticed, while the thin lace of the panties revealed a pussy that was carefully shaved and currently dripping, the summons must have interrupted one of her marathon masturbation sessions.
Dick-Stiffening Memory: Convincing her that her tits were perfect the way they are, by fucking them, vigorously and repeatedly. Charles still couldn’t look at her, without seeing his dick between those bouncing tan mountains, cum spraying all over her face.

 

Why did he call them together?


          How did he get here?

          Nostalgia distracts him.

 
 
 

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