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| Topic Started: Sep 8 2010, 01:59 AM (987 Views) | |
| Cain Marko | Sep 8 2010, 01:59 AM Post #1 |
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June 15th 1:00am MATURE THEMED THREAD After the events with Apocalypse, Cain realized that his helmet needed yet another upgrade; sure it could keep just about anyone out of his head, but when people shredded it like wet toilet paper..... So after almost a year of using a piece of crap and having no results, he finally caught a break. He'd used his numerous contacts and thrown a bit of cash and favors around to find what he needed. And after what seemed like an eternity, his patience paid off. He got a tip that one of the military bases collectively known as Area 51 by the general public had just developed a metal so heavy and dense that it was nearly impervious to damage. He'd heard that before, but it was better than the scrap iron piece of shit he was using at the moment, so he had nothing to lose. After dropping another couple G's, he got directions, floor plans, security codes, patrol routes, shift changes; everything you needed for a successful heist. The only problem was, Cain wasn't built for sneaking, he was roughly 7 feet tall and somewhere in the neighborhood of 900lbs; hell, his footsteps were actually audible, and the ground shook when he walked. He needed someone else on this job with him. So he did some research, and after a bit of searching, he found the perfect person for the job. Her name was Zita Rivera, but she went by Mala Suerta on the job. Her expertise and powers made her the perfect second for this little endeavor. After contacting her and negotiations, Cain was down 70 grand; 50 for the job and an extra 20 as a sign of good will. In his mind, it was better to have people who worked with you and your sensitive information be on good terms with you; less chance of them ratting you out or leaving you high and dry. After everything was set up, Cain sent her encrypted copies of all the info he had, and he also expected her to memorize as much as she could. Cain even had a little surprise for her, he'd gotten them forged documents, uniforms, and even a vehicle that would get them inside the perimeter. After that....all hell was gonna break loose. So, immediately after everything was set up, he set out for the Arizona Desert, and after nearly 2 days of driving, he parked his own truck outside a seemingly dilapidated shack. Once he'd parked up against a large rock, it took him about 15 minutes to toss some camo netting over it; when he was satisfied, he went into the shack and waited for Zita to arrive. While he was waiting, he laid out all the equipment he'd brought on a table, then he changed into his military uniform, while putting his own in the duffel bag he always carried around. The vehicle for the mission was about a mile away, hidden in a cave; once Zita got there and got prepared, everything could get underway. (OOC: Cain arrived at the shack around 7pm.....the mission starts at 1am, so Zita can arrive anywhere between those two time frames.) |
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| Mala Suerte | Sep 8 2010, 06:15 PM Post #2 |
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Area 51? Wow that place was infamous for all of the rumors concerning aliens and governmental experiments. Only that people that worked there knew if it was all true. Zita had never even thought about going to the place once in her life, but today she'd be getting that opportunity. Some guy by the name of Cain Marko had got into contact with her offering her a job. With nothing else on her schedule, she accepted his offer. Apparently her mission was to sneak onto the government base, put her talents to good use and shut down the security system and keep the officials from turning it back on. It was simple enough, nothing too fancy. But the armed personnel was her only real concern. They'd have to be dealt with one way or another. At least the base was in the middle of the desert so there was less of a chance for them to call for backup. Zita had settled on a payment of only 50,000 dollars, but this guy tossed in an extra 20 just for good measure. She was liking her employer already. After negotiations and receiving the pay via wire and necessary information, it was time to get down to business. She had studying over everything that had been sent to her to be well prepared before walking into a fortified military base. Zita made sure to bring a lot of extra ammo and supplies for this one, she was going to need it. With everything packed away that she thought she would need, Zita began to the long trip to Arizona. The woman pulled off of the main road and onto the rocky and sandy terrain of the desert to reach her destination. The place was an old, run down shack that looked like it'd been abandoned ages ago by cowboys or something. Her black motorcycle came to halt just outside to the front of the building. She lifted the visor of her helmet to gazed around the place before stepping off. Snatching the helmet from her head allowing her long, black hair to fall down, Zita entered the crappy shack having no idea what her employer looked like. Her eyes nearly bulged upon catching sight of the massive chunk of man. This guy was unbelievably huge! Why the hell did he need her, is what she was wondering. A guy of his size could take on the entire army by himself. Eh, probably just wanted things go a little more quiet than that. “¡Oh, Dios mío! Ain't you a big boy." Zita tossed the bike helmet aside as she removed the strap of her black bag from around her shoulder. Well this was going to be an interesting turn of events. It was about 9:19 according to her watch. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Traffic." |
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| Cain Marko | Sep 8 2010, 11:28 PM Post #3 |
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It was nearly 9:20 when Zita arrived, and while Cain hadn't been constantly looking at the clock, he was keeping a close enough eye to make sure things were still on schedule. He'd gone over the plans again and again, double checked to make sure all their forged documents were in order; long story short, he made sure the plan was absolutely foolproof, and it was. When she came in, he was still bent over a table, giving everything a final once over. “¡Oh, Dios mío! Ain't you a big boy." That caused him to turn and look at the figure that had just entered, or look at her figure, which was pretty nice. "They don't make em' much bigger en' me beautiful; once ya get past a certain size, you lose yer rockstar good looks." Flexing a bicep for a second, he dropped his arm and walked over to the bed. He was mostly in full uniform, but his torso was only covered in a form fitting tank top for the moment. After putting on his shirt, he walked up to Zita and looked her over, and over, and over. "Yeah, desert traffic is a real bitch this time a night if you don't know the side streets." Laughing a bit at the joke, he sat down in a chair that would support his massive frame, then got down to business. "Okay, we've got roughly four hours until our "patrol" is due back at base. I've got all the gear you might need if you didn't bring it laid out, along with any info you need to touch up on. Any questions, lay em on me know so we can get em outta' the way." Nodding his head towards the corner of the room, he pointed to a dry cleaning bag laid neatly on the bed. "Yer uniform is on the bed there; it might fit a little snug...but that'll accentuate your....assets. And no one would complain about that, trust me." Cain wasn't a subtle man, he liked what he saw in Zita, and he let her know, plain and simple. "Let me know when you're gonna change, and I'll leave the room...if you want me to of course." He had a good feeling about this operation, with Zita aboard, and his own unique talents, Area 51 wouldn't know what hit em. |
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| Mala Suerte | Sep 10 2010, 04:02 PM Post #4 |
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Seriously, this guy had a body on him. It was like the Olympian gods came down and sculpted him out of the finest materials on Earth. One of his arms was bigger than both of hers combined, maybe even with a leg in there somewhere. But it was a good thing that this brute had a sense of humor on him. She always seemed to end up collaborating with people that seemed to have a permanent iron rod shoved up their asses so she thankful this guy wasn't like that. She smiled catching him check out her figure. And hell who in their right mind wouldn't? She was gorgeous, magnificent even in her own opinion. There was a reason she wore tight clothing: to show off her God given goods. Zita tossed her bag next to the table and stretched her back and arms. Damn thing was a little heavy what with all her merchandise inside. When Cain took a seat, it was time to talk business. She crossed her arms as she sat on the edge of the table to listen. Well everything sounded simple enough and to the point. She didn't really have any questions for the big lug so she shook her head slowly. She was more anxious to get this thing started so the fun could begin. Zita Looked back over her shoulder toward the indicated bag of clothing. “Only a blind man would complain,” she said. The woman was absolutely comfortable in her own skin. She had no problem with being nude or semi-nude in front of strangers whether they man or woman. Hell for fun she'd actually done a bit of streaking once or twice and loved going to the nude beaches. She let him know when she was going to change by taking off the shirt she'd been wearing and tossing it over his head. After kicking off her shoes she peeled the tight pants off of her hips and shimmed out of them. It was going to be hell getting those things back on. Zita was always in a flirty mood so when she turned around to retrieve the clothing from the bed, she bent over to show her ass even more than the little, red thong was showing. “Hmm, looks nice. Color isn't really my style anymore, but I'm used to it,” she commenting on the uniform. |
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| Cain Marko | Sep 10 2010, 11:34 PM Post #5 |
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Zita was the type of girl Cain liked, she knew how to listen, she looked good, she was the total package. After his explanation, she had no questions, so while he was bent back over the table for some reason or another, she got his attention. As he looked at her, she removed her shirt and threw it over his head; he wasn't sure if that was her way of telling him to look or not, but that shirt came off of his head so fast that it would make anyone elses's spin. He made it no secret that he enjoyed watching her, and she seemed to enjoy putting on a show, because she looked oh so sexy shimmying out of her pants. While she changed, he let out a long, low whistle to show his appreciation, and make it apparent that Zita had a new fan. When she bent over to pick up the uniform though, she showed off a little more than she needed too, and it got a big rise out of Cain. Happy that his chair had wheels, he moved just a bit closer, then held his hands out to imagine what it was like to cup those cheeks. “Hmm, looks nice. Color isn't really my style anymore, but I'm used to it.” Cain barely heard those words, as his mind was miles away, thinking about the many things he would do this woman if he ever got the chance, but he did hear them. "Well, the military's never been known for it's groundbreaking fashion statements, but uh....since I'm here. I could help you make sure the uniform fits, check for loose threads, somethin like that." He'd hoped she would say yes, but then he remembered that the truck was a mile away, and the drive to the base was even further. "Dammit, I need to go get the truck though, but make yerself comfortable till I get back." By make herself comfortable, Cain meant take her clothes off and wait for him to ravage her, but he pointed to a small mini-fridge that had a few brews in it, and a tv in the corner. The shack may have been a run down pile of crap, but Cain had been using it to case the army base for a while, so he'd put a few amenities in there. Taking one last look at her near naked figure, Cain bit his hand rather dramatically, showing how hard it was for him to leave. "Damn you look good enough to eat;" that was the last thing Cain said before walking out of the door and taking off at a dead run towards the cave where the truck was stashed. It took a few minutes, but soon he was hitting about 45mph, and that made the journey a lot faster. That of course mad Cain smile inwardly, because the faster he got back, the more time he got to spend looking at Zita. When he got outside the mouth of the cave, he took notice of the rubble that used to be a rock, until he'd crashed through it trying to stop last time. He'd practiced a bit since then, and this time he slowed down and just dug his feet in, sliding to a clean stop right at the entrance. Fishing around in his pocket, he pulled out his flash light and shone it into the pitch black cave. He only had to walk about 20 yards in until he found the truck, and he wasted no time cranking her up. The motor sounded beautiful, and the inside was more like a mobile war room than a vehicle, but it was authentic. Revving the engine and shifting gears, the truck rumbled out into the night and back towards the shack. About 15 minutes later, Cain parked the truck next to the house, shut it off and went back inside. "I'm back...miss me?" |
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| Mala Suerte | Sep 11 2010, 05:39 AM Post #6 |
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Oooh this was so much fun! Teasing men was something she'd specialized in a looong time ago back in high school. She was lucky woman. Her... assets bloomed full force back at an early age. The boys were always clambering after her. It was so amusing to just mess around with their minds and... another part of their anatomy. She was probably one of the biggest teases, the ultimate tease for the fellows and the ladies that liked to experiment. But only one guy during high school was lucky enough to be the one to get her most precious prize. After that she dropped him like a sack of potatoes. Good times, good times. When she heard the not-so-silent wheels of the chair in motion, a smirk formed. She moved her hips ever so gently to put that marvelous money maker in motion. Zita giggled at his comment as she picked up the shirt and slipped it over her head. Boy if this didn't bring back memories. She was about tell him something that he'd more than likely be overjoyed to hear, but he had to run a little errand. “Don't take too long, sweetie.” Zita ran her hands across the vomit colored shirt smoothing out what little wrinkles there were. Hmm, it was a little snug, but nothing she wasn't used too. “Rowr.” She giggled as he left the shack. Zita grabbed the pants and slid into them. With her clothes on for the most part it was time to check out the hardware, make sure everything was looking good. She grabbed her bag and empty its contents onto the bed. Her choice of weaponry, the classic for her Glock 18s with extended ammo clips, smoke grenades, a combat knife, and of course her mercenary attire. She grabbed a beer from the little fridge before beginning the weapons inspection. This type of mission didn't require too much fire power, just enough to make entry. She'd have to hold off some people once inside, but that's when killing an enemy and taking his weapon comes into play. Fifteen minutes later Cain returned. By now Zita was sitting in a chair downing a second beer and twirling her combat knife. “Just a little.” They had enough time to mess around or whatever they wanted to. “Looks like we still have some free time. What is it that you want to do, sweetie?” she asked. Zita chug the rest of the beer and slammed the empty can down on the table releasing a loud belch. “Damn that was good beer. Woo!” |
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| Cain Marko | Sep 11 2010, 08:42 AM Post #7 |
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Before he'd left the shack, Zita told him not to take too long, which put a smile on his face; when she did the kitty cat rowr thing, that almost pushed him over the edge and made him say fuck the mission. He knew how to keep his priorities straight, as hard as it was leaving her there, he had to go get the truck. When he returned, she was chugging a brew, twirling her knife, and looking as sexy as the ocean was blue; she was a sight to behold. He chuckled his trademark....chuckle, when she admitted that she did indeed miss his company; that meant things were coming along perfectly. He walked past her and towards the fridge while she finished her beer and crushed the can; which was followed by a burp that would put most men to shame. This girl was getting more and more on his good side by the minute, pretty soon she'd have more than a fan, she'd have somebody she could call on when she need em....and(hopefully), someone she would want to hold her on those cold, lonely nights. Reaching down, he pulled out a beer for himself and carefully sat on the bed; he didn't have time to get a custom made one out there, so he had to be careful....900lbs was not the recommended weight for a regular mattress. Leaning against the wall and putting his feet on the bed, he looked at Zita, smiled, shrugged his shoulders, then chugged his beer. Putting it down for a second, he unbuttoned his uniform top, leaving his muscular chest on display. "Well, we can do anything you wanna do beautiful; watch some tv, swap war stories, go outside and have us a good ole' fashioned naked wrestlin match under the moonlight.....or we could sit here and cuddle, yer choice." Finishing his beer, he copied her with a burp of his own, but instead of smashing his can on the table, he brought it up to his forehead and listened to it crumple against his noggin. Tossing the nearly flat beer can to the floor, he once again looked at Zita and shrugged his shoulders; "Like I said, it's up to you darlin, long as it's enjoyable, I won't complain." |
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| Mala Suerte | Sep 12 2010, 04:11 AM Post #8 |
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The twirling of the knife came to a stop after a couple of complicated arcs and flips. Now that her company was back in the building she had something else to keep herself entertained with which was a shitload better than any knife. Unless said knife was being used to carve open an enemy like a Thanksgiving Day turkey. Pushing the empty beer cans aside, Zita stabbed the knife into the table for storage of sorts. She was tempted to grab another drink, but held off due to the upcoming mission. Sure three beers wouldn't do more than give her a slight buzz, she wanted to be alert for this job. She spun around in the chair to face this huge being as he took what looked to be a comfortable spot on the bed to drink a beer of his own. Standing up, the Hispanic woman stretched her upwards then to the right with her arms above her head. Her uniform wasn't completely since the pants weren't even buttoned or zipped up and shirt was wide open exposing her red bra. If her past superiors say her at this moment they'd be ashamed.... and aroused like hell. Wait, naked wrestling match? Now that sounded like a lot of fun! No no, not right now at least. Possibly after a job well done she would reward him and herself with a little hanky panky and a side of spanky. “Hmm, cuddling is always enjoyable.” Zita made her way over to the waiting, man. She took position straddling his lap, a soft, thick thigh on each side of his waist. She ran a hand across his bare chest to feel those rippling muscles on display then planted a kiss on the side of his hulking neck. Zita wasn't even close to being a shy girl. If she saw something that she wanted, you better believe that it would be hers eventually. And Cain had just become one of those things, the lucky bastard... |
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| Cain Marko | Sep 12 2010, 07:27 AM Post #9 |
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Had there still been some beer in Cain's mouth, it would've have been violently and comically spit out when Zita stretched and revealed that her clothes weren't all the way done up. He could plainly see her red bra, and he could see small glimpses of her thong if she moved just right. He didn't know if she was just messing with him or what, but at the moment he was so happy that he'd picked her to go on the job with him. "Yeah, most men don't realize it's not about what they want, it's about what the woman wants; you keep her happy, she'll keep you happy....simple." He was speaking the truth, but what he wasn't doing was paying attention to Zita getting closer and closer; or maybe he was and his brain just didn't want to believe it...either way he wasn't expecting it. I..I...I uhh, I." Cain wasn't speechless, but he was damn near close when Zita straddled his lap, then ran her delicate hand over his chest. Her hand rose and fell as it slid over his defined muscles, and boy did it send a shiver down his......spine. He exhaled gently while he went over the events that led up to this moment; they were numerous, meticulous, and planned out, up to a certain extent anyway. The flirting from him had just been in his nature, Zita was a pretty girl, she was with him for the mission, so he might as well try his luck. He didn't know how good his luck was, until she played along, and now she was sitting on his lap, kissing on his neck; if there was a God, Cain needed to start thankin him more for his miracles. Craning his neck upwards, he nuzzled his face in the crook of Zita's neck and planted gentle kisses there, while snaking his hands into her unbuttoned pants. Once his hands were in there, he got a good two handed grip on her bottom, while hooking his thumbs through the waistband of her thong. He wasn't going to go any further than that at the moment, but to be where he was was mighty nice. |
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| Mala Suerte | Sep 14 2010, 12:06 AM Post #10 |
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Damn. Sexy, funny, and smart? That was a deadly combination. The guy knew that it was all about the woman's wants and needs, something most men failed to realized. She loved being catered to by some strapping hombre. Cause when she was satisfied and happy she'd make damn sure that the other was happy and satisfied. Zita giggled. Hehe, stuttering. That was always funny to hear from a man when they got to experience her. He didn't seem like the type of man to just go speechless so her advance probably took him by surprise. “Uhh, I,” she mocked playfully. Zita's lips traveled from his neck and up to his chin. He returned a few kisses to her neck as well while his hands found their way to inside her pants. She have one marvelous asset that the boys almost always immediately went for. When you had a set of cheeks like hers it was hard to not want to touch all over them and do other nasty and good things to em. “Found something you like huh?” She wasn't surprised that he was the first to completely encompass her butt. Those hands of his looked like thy could crush beach balls. Her left hand slid down Cain's chest going further and further until it reached his... what the hell is that?! Her eyes nearly popped out of her skull with shock. Was that a friggin kendo stick or baseball bat he was hiding? “Damn....” That was all her mind could think to say at the moment. This guy was adequate in all areas. Zita had to fight back the beast within to keep from ravishing him right then and now. Just a few more hours, just a few more hours, just a few more hours. |
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| Cain Marko | Sep 14 2010, 06:51 AM Post #11 |
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When she copied his stuttering, Cain laughed; they were one on top of the other, engaged in the throes of passion, and she found time to make jokes. Zita definitely knew what she was doing, and what she was doing was making Cain one of the happiest men in the Arizona Desert at the moment. Her already sweet kisses moved from his neck, up to his chin, and he licked his lips knowing pretty soon hers and his would meet. Despite being on his back, while simultaneously having one of the hottest women he'd ever seen straddling him, Cain's eyes somehow managed to drift to the clock; and they still had plenty of time, so he didn't bother looking at it again. Shifting his eyes again, they became locked on the beautiful Zita, and her stunning body.....and Cain was pretty sure they wouldn't be looking at anything else anytime soon. His hands, now firmly grasping Zita's supple bottom, stayed in their spot; but his fingers began to dance. A squeeze, a caress, sliding up and down, even journeying towards Zita's hidden treasure under the thong. Zita asked a question with a plainly obvious answer, and Cain just nodded his head and grinned, squeezing just a little more to show how much he actually did like it. His eyes stayed on hers as he felt her hand gliding down his chest, and when she finally found her prize, her own oculars popped in surprise; that was most of their reactions when they got to his little soldier....well his soldier, as there was nothing little about it. "Heh, looks like you found somethin you like.....he likes you too just for the record." Removing one hand from her glorious backside, he deftly and skillfully unbuttoned and unzipped his pants to give her better access should she so want it; he also bucked his hips up a little....because her hands felt really good. As it stood, they were getting closer and closer to dropping the foreplay and just sexing until they were left in a tingled, sweaty mess. They still had a mission to do later, so he figured that might have to wait, but it was going to happen dammit, neither of them would allow it not to. |
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| Mala Suerte | Sep 16 2010, 06:13 PM Post #12 |
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Not to say that every other man she’d been with was small, but they paled in comparison to the member that was currently in her hand. Cain Marko was a freak of nature, one of a kind powerhouse. “Like I do,” she smiled. When Cain undid his pants to give her better access, Zita nearly burst into a fit of excited, girly giggles with a rapid series of claps. Instead of putting on such a display she simply reached into his boxers, grabbed a hold of his member, and then stared. “Esta cosa es enorme.” She looked up to Cain, staring into his cute little eyes before pressing her lips against his. While her lips and tongue worked their magic, her left hand began to stroke him soft and slow. She was thinking about how far things would go at the moment. She knew for sure that they’d be doing the nasty once the job was completed, but for now she wasn’t completely sure on how riled up to get him… and herself. Zita broke the beer flavored kiss. She pried his member from the confines of the boxers and pants and marveled at it for a couple of seconds. Without a single word, she gathered up a glob of saliva, parted her lips, and then let it drip from her mouth and onto the tip of that gigantic utensil. She took it in hands, stroking, the saliva acting as a lubricant. Zita removed herself from his lap so she could get into a better position for what was to come next. It didn’t take long for it to find its way into her warm, awaiting, and anxious mouth. Those luscious lips wrapped around his member, head bobbing, her tongue licking it like a sweet, candy treat. Her eyes gazed up to his face. The next minute her mouth sucked him in as far as it could go before the natural gag reflex kicked in. She held for a moment before pulling back up to the tip. “Didn’t know I could go that far,” she snickered. Cain was going to remember this night, she was for damn sure. It was about an hour and a half later. After giving Cain just a small sample of her oral skills, the mercenary was sprawled out in the bed asleep. Better to get some rest in before kicking things off. A sleepy mercenary was a sloppy mercenary and a sloppy mercenary was a dead mercenary. Unlike how some women might be curled up with their man, Zita on the other hand had nearly taken over the bed with outstretched limbs and snoring that could wake a bear. It was time now to wake up, but that was something she’d have to rely on Cain for. She was having too much of a good sleep to wake her self up. |
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| Cain Marko | Sep 16 2010, 11:12 PM Post #13 |
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“Esta cosa es enorme.” Those were the words Zita spoke when she got a good grip, and a good look at what he was packing. He wasn't very proficient, but he knew enough Spanish to get by when he needed it. "Y es todo tuyo hermosa." His mouth was still open when her lips met his, and he allowed her tongue entrance, so his tongue could do battle with hers. In his mind, Cain knew that he was going to get some of that hot ass; the only question was did he get it now, or later? Honestly he didn't care as long as he got it....which he would. As they tongue wrestled, her hand went to work on his member, and one of his fingers found her core. He wasn't able to do much though before she broke the kiss and did what most men in most relationships had to beg for; and oftentimes ended with disappointment. He watched in almost disbelief as she lubed him up, then removed herself from his lap, and finally...took him into her mouth. The look on his face became one of pure elation, and right before his eyes closed in toe curling pleasure, he saw her looking up at him. Her current job was amazing, but when she took a large amount of him down her throat, it nearly sent him over the edge. You uh...you did better en' most girls, I can tell you that much...and damn, just damn. A little bit after that, both of them decided to get some sleep before it was time for the mission. Before he nodded off though, he set his alarm to wake him up in about an hour and a half; he would be damned if he went through all this planning, only to fuck this mission up because he overslept. When his alarm finally did sound, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked over at Zita...well up and over at Zita. During their sleep, she'd apparently knocked him off of the bed, and was now sprawled over most of the mattress by herself. Of course he didn't remember it, but it probably was funny to watch; he could just picture him dead to the world, and a sleeping Zita gradually pushing him off of the bed until he fell. When he finally stood to his feet, he was fully awake, and he figured he'd better wake Zita too; he just wondered how. Sure he could nudge her awake, or just pour some water on her; but that was inconsiderate, and he had a better idea. "Since you were pretty good earlier, I think I should return the favor." This was said more to himself since Zita was still unconscious, but the sentiment was the same. Crawling back onto the bed, he slowly eased her pants and and undies down to her ankles. Then with a smile, he spread her legs and dipped his head to the treasure between her thighs. His tongue slid between his lips and tentatively touched her slit, then slid all the way up to her cute little button, before Cain plunged it into her and began eating his lat night snack. If this didn't wake her up...then she was just a heavy sleeper. |
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| Mala Suerte | Sep 17 2010, 12:54 AM Post #14 |
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The sound of gun fire and explosions filled her head. She dreamed of her pass time in the U.S. army, the horrible things that she experienced and done. The sounds of agony coming from a fellow soldier, the screams of dying women and children, all things she hated having in her memories. But at least that terror wouldn’t last long. The dream or rather nightmare of her past began to shift into one filled with pleasure. Zita shifted slightly in her sleep as the landscape shifted. What was once a war torn battlefield was now a green pasture filled with lilies. She lay naked in the midst of the flowers, the cool wind sending chills along her entire body. The sudden change in scenery caused her to stir. “Ay dios, que se siente incredible.” Her sleepy eyes finally crept open to see the cause of the sudden, pleasurable dream. “Keep that up big boy. Me encanta.” So Cain wanted to return the favor from earlier, nice. He didn’t have to, she wouldn’t have been upset. But whatever, she wasn’t complaining. Zita palmed his bald head forcing her hips into his face. She allowed him to do his tongue work a little bit longer, just enough to get herself worked up, and then pulled her hips away. “Alright cabron, save the rest for later. Time to get ready… again.” Moving to the edge of the bed, the Hispanic bombshell pulled her undies and pants back to their debatably rightful place. If this wasn’t enough motivation then nothing was. She buttoned up her shirt, grabbed her bag resting on the floor, and turned to Cain. “You ready to get this done, Bossman? Cause I sure as hell am.” |
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| Cain Marko | Sep 17 2010, 08:19 AM Post #15 |
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He’d been lapping away dutifully for a bit when Zita drifted out of her sleep; unsurprisingly, the first thing she did was push his head into her hips, driving his tongue further into her. Taking this as a positive sign, he grabbed her thighs and pulled her even closer against his face, allowing him to drive his tongue as far as it would go into her honey pot; at the same time his lips were working on pleasing as much of her as he could. He’d built up a good rhythm and technique, and thought he could do a whole lot more when she removed her hips from his face, leaving his tongue lapping at air; granted it was air that smelled like an excited woman who didn’t want him to stop…but still air. He didn’t want to stop, but he knew that if they didn’t get ready for the mission now, they wouldn’t stop; that of course would be counter-productive. He grudgingly agreed with her, but being denied the prize at the moment just made him grunt instead of actually speaking. It took a few minutes, but he finally got his clothes, his bag, and his gear all situated. With everything in hand, he walked towards the door, but stopped when he reached Zita and looked down at her. “We’re gonna go do this thing, but you an me got unfinished business when the mission’s done. I’m gonna make you scream my name, over, and over, and over again….count on it.” Before he left, he made sure her juices were wiped from his mouth, then leaned down and kissed her; sliding one hand over her bottom before smacking it and walking out the door. Hopping into the truck, he tossed his bag in the back and waited for Zita, and once she’d gotten in, he revved the engine, shifted gears and headed toward base. On the way, he picked up the walkie talkie in the console and pressed the transmit button; he had to clear his throat before speaking, but his delivery was spot on. ”Base, this is Alpha Patrol; mission complete, I repeat, mission is complete. We are en route to base, I repeat, we are headed home.” After he got a response, he dropped the device and looked over at Zita, “We’re Golden.” Then he kept looking at her, it was really hard not to with how good she looked. With a hint of a smile, he patted the middle seat between them; “You can slide over here and cuddle up if ya want…it does get freezing in the desert at night ya know.” He was still flirting, but he wouldn’t be mad if she wasn’t in the mood at the moment; they were about to get into some serious business, and they needed their wits about them…she was just so damn irresistible though. Whether she took him up on his offer or not, the truck still rumbled through the twisting and winding dirt paths that made up the road to the base. They would arrive right at the shift change, so getting in would be easy; then they could do what they did best…arrive, raise hell….leave. |
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