Chuck: Sarah Episode 3 (co-starring Tricia Helfer)

[FAQ]

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Ep. 1: Sarah Versus the Sandwich Shop Girl
by: FAQ
Based on: Chuck
Starring: Yvonne Strahovski as Sarah Walker
and Rachel Bilson as Lou Palone
This story takes place during the season 1 episode “Chuck vs. the Imported Hard Salami”.
Codes: FF, oral, mild drug use, phone sex

*****

“I don’t like the idea of this break-up at all,” General Beckman said as she closed the report and looked up at Sarah and Casey through her monitor. “What the hell happened?”

Before Sarah could begin to explain herself, Casey beat her to it.

“She got dumped,” he said bluntly.

Sarah shot the back of his head a withering glare, but spoke up to answer.

“We decided that it would be best for Chuck to date a civilian. It will help secure his cover in the event that someone I.D.’s me,” said Sarah. ‘There, that is a reasonable, logical explanation that should quell Beckman’s anger, if not satisfy her altogether, without getting into the real, personal reasons that she wouldn’t care about,’ she congratulated herself.

“Yeah, because she got dumped,” Casey repeated, not at all caring about the feelings and emotions that Sarah was trying to dance around.

Sarah shot a glare at her partner out of the corner of her eye, but otherwise let his comments slide.

Her life had experienced an unexpected upheaval in the last 24 hours. Which was to be expected in this crazy year she’s been having.

Once upon a time Sarah Walker was your average ordinary CIA agent: traveling the world, foiling terrorist plots, killing bad guys, saving lives.

Then everything changed when the Intersect was stolen.

The Intersect was easily the most valuable piece of intelligence in the world. The FBI, CIA, NSA, and every other government agency had compiled all of their information and data onto one computer with the intention of putting them all into the best agents that the government had to offer, thus creating the best spy in the world.

But then Sarah’s partner and boyfriend had betrayed everyone by stealing the Intersect data and blowing up the machine. Bryce Larkin, for reasons that defy understanding, sent the information to his former college roommate, Chuck Bartowski. Now it was Sarah’s job to guard and protect Chuck and all of the government secrets that were in his brain.

The cover had been simple. Sarah pretended to everyone in Chuck’s life, from his sister Ellie and her boyfriend to his friends and colleges at the local Buy More, that she was his girlfriend. Or it should have been simple.

Sarah let out a sigh of frustration at Casey’s bluntness, but luckily it wasn’t heard by Beckman as she went on saying, “Let me get this straight, some woman comes in off the street and starts dating the asset, and this doesn’t strike either of you as suspicious?”

This actually angered Sarah a little and forced her to come to Chuck’s defense. “It’s not completely unfeasible; he is reasonably charming.” ‘It worked on me,’ she said to herself. She could practically feel the eye’s rolling in Casey’s head.

“I’ve heard enough,” said Beckman, and it was quite clear that she really did didn’t want to hear more about the charming personality of Chuck Bartowski. “I want to know everything about this woman before she gets too close.”

“How are we supposed to do that,” asked Sarah. “It’s not like we can just start hanging around her all of the time. I mean, a random Buy More employee and her boyfriend’s ex aren’t exactly the best candidates for ‘People-I’m-going-to-spill-my darkest-secrets-to’.”

“I don’t care how you do it,” snapped Beckman, making Sarah flinch at the severity. “Buy her a car, take her to Jamaica, pay off her student loans, hell get her stoned for all I care, I don’t really give a damn. As long as you don’t get arrested for it, do whatever you need to do to find out everything there is to know about this woman before she’s selling Chuck’s brain to the Iranians. This is goddamn national security I am talking about. Do I make myself clear?” she finished with a glare so fiery, Sarah could feel the heat coming off the screen.

“Yes Mam!” Both agents sounded off, as even Casey was a little afraid of Diane Beckman when she was pissed.

“Good,” said Beckman, and with nothing more to say, the screen went blank.

Sarah instantly slumped against the nearest wall, feeling as if Beckman had just ordered her to befriend bin Laden himself. ‘Get close to Lou.’ The idea was as foreign to her as breathing under water, and seemed just as likely.

The Lou she was think of, the Lou that they had just finished getting ordered to find out everything about, was in fact Chuck’s new girlfriend, Lou Palone.

Why a mother and father would christen their baby girl Lou was the last of Sarah’s problems revolving around the girl, even before Beckman’s order.

There they were, Chuck and Sarah, having a fun time with the cover relationship they used for Chuck’s sister and his friends. What started out as just another assignment quickly became some of the best times of her life, for while she was often fighting for her and Chuck’s life in on their missions, the rest of the time, she spent hanging out with Chuck, his sister Ellie and her boyfriend Devon “Captain Awesome” Woodcombe, and Chuck’s best and closest friend, Morgan Grimes. She felt closer to Chuck than she had with anybody else in her whole life. And she knew that Chuck felt the same about her.

And it was the fact that she was starting to feel the same way that caused all of this trouble.

Having more than friendly feelings for the man she was supposed to protect was very dangerous and unprofessional. So when Chuck finally told her his feelings, how he wanted to be with her, in a real relationship with out the lies, Sarah had to lie and tell him that she didn’t feel the same way, basically ending all possibility’s that Chuck might have had about a relationship.

This, of course, is where Lou comes in.

Right when Chuck was having doubts about their fake relationship, Lou comes in all cute and flirty, and Chuck is totally smitten with her. But he can’t cheat on his ‘girlfriend’, so he can’t pursue Lou.

Unfortunately, with Sarah cementing the fact that nothing could ever happen between the two of them, Chuck decided to end the cover-relationship. He just couldn’t pretend to be dating a girl with whom he is heads-over-heels in love with, and never have it go anywhere. It was just too hard. So he ended it, and now he’s over at Lou’s every day, having the sandwich that Lou named after him, and having make-out sessions in his car.

Sarah was now forced to watch every night as the man she really does care about goes on dates with another woman. Literally as they have camera everywhere.

Now Sarah has been ordered to get close to that woman.

Sarah put her face in her hands and gave a deep sigh. ‘What have I done to deserve this’

“Oh suck it up,” said Casey, not even looking at her as he began putting away the briefing material that littered his apartment.

“Shut up Casey,” shot back Sarah without looking up.

“I’m serious, Walker,” Casey said, now looking at her, his face all business. “You were given an order. You have to do it, like it or not, plain and simple.”

This caused Sarah’s head to snap up. “Oh, really Casey, it’s that simple is it? Well thanks, I didn’t know it was so ‘plain and simple’. I thought that getting close to my fake ex-boyfriends new girlfriend so I can tell if she is a terrorist psycho was going to a bit hard. But now that you’ve told me it’s “plain and simple”, I guess I’ll just get over it!” She didn’t even realize that she was now pacing up and down Casey’s sitting room, the agitation and irritation she felt at this entire situation forcing her body to act on its own.

“Yes you will,” said Casey firmly. “You will treat this like any other job. You won’t let your girly parts compromise yourself any more than they already have. You are a soldier and one of the best field agents I have seen in a long time, so do your damn job.” With nothing more to say to the angry blond, Casey, turned, saluted the framed picture of Ronald Reagan sitting on his side table, and headed toward the stairs. “Lock up on your way out,” he called back to her.

Sarah was angry; she wanted to either beat somebody or fuck them. She picked up her discarded coat and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her as she left, not locking the door.

Her dramatic storm out ended the instant she stepped outside.

The downside of having Casey live in the same apartment complex as the Bartowski’s was that now when Sarah and Chuck were in an awkward stage in their friendship, running into each other outside work was now painful. Thankfully, there was no face to face contact with Chuck, but the reality was almost worse.

The blinds in the window were open, so Sarah now had an unobstructed view into the Bartowski living room; specifically the couch; more specifically the two figures who were locked in a passionate embrace on said couch. And unfortunately, the two weren’t Ellie and Awesome.

Strangely, the sight of Chuck and Lou kissing like they were didn’t have the effect on Sarah that she thought it would. While the twinge of regret and the pull of longing to be where Lou was were still there, playing around in her stomach, it also hardened her at the same time.

She was Sarah Walker. She once fought her way out of a gymnasium full of Mexican drug dealers without breaking a bone. She squeezed vital information out of men and women who were at the heels of Sadam, bin Laden, and Gadafi. She was a goddamn professional. She was not some heartbroken little girl who was going to have a cry in the corner because the boy she liked didn’t want to play with her.

Like Casey said, she was a soldier. She was given an order, and Chuck or no Chuck she was going to do it and come out on top, no matter what the consequences.

“I’m sorry Chuck,” she whispered, as she turned away from the Bartowski residence.

On her way out of the complex, Sarah made sure that Casey’s door was securely locked.

**********

Of course, just because she decided to do something doesn’t make it easy. A truth she discovered all too quickly.

After failing to convince Chuck to give their cover relationship another go, Sarah found it extremely difficult to get Lou alone. Chuck seemed to be basically glued to Lou’s cute hip, and Sarah didn’t dare and try and smooth up to Chuck’s new girlfriend in front of his face. It would be too suspicious for her to try so soon after their “break-up”.

Not to mention she had to fend off the affections of Chuck’s creepy coworkers, Lester and Jeff. In her years as a spy for the US government, Sarah has surrounded herself with the vilest and disgusting specimen humanity had to offer. These two creeps were quickly climbing to the top of that list. They seemed to be constantly leaping over the line that proper society deemed acceptable.

Now she was gripping Lester around the waist with her legs, in the middle of her cover job, counter girl at the Wienerluscious, correctly assuming that a frail little boy like Lester couldn’t properly handle the rough and forceful sexual nature that Sarah was falsely putting out.

Sure enough, she had just successfully drove Lester to run squealing like a piglet for Jeff, when the opportunity she’s been waiting for fell into her lap.

Or, more accurately, walked by the Wienerluscious window, because at that moment Lou was passing by her window.

‘Chuck is nowhere in sight, now’s my chance!’ Sarah tried to psych herself up for this. ‘Come on Sarah! She’s getting away! Get over your feelings and GET TO WORK!’

“Hey Lou!” she shouted. But it came out much too forceful and harsh, and it was shown in Lou’s reaction. She practically jumped out of her skin. She turned and looked through the window, where she saw Sarah waving her to come in.

‘You’re scaring the girl, Walker,’ Sarah scolded herself. ‘Calm the fuck down.’

Lou entered the store, looking quite apprehensive about being alone with Chuck’s ex-girlfriend.

“Hi,” said Sarah, trying to sound as pleasant and welcoming as possible. She didn’t think she succeeded very well.

“Hi,” Lou repeated back, sounding and looking wary at this whole situation. “Nice to see you again.”

‘Yeah right,’ Sarah scoffed to herself. ‘There is nothing nice about this whole thing and you know it.’ But out loud she said, in a much more threatening tone than she wanted to convey,

“You know, he’s a great guy.”

‘What the hell? What are you doing, Walker!?’

Lou seemed to be thinking the same thing, because when she next spoke, it was clear she had no idea why Sarah had called her in to tell her this. “Yeah, I’ve sort of had the same opinion so far, too.”

“It’s not an opinion, it’s a fact,” she shot back. And before she could stop herself, her mind forced one last sentence out of her mouth. “Don’t hurt him.”

‘What! Did I just threaten her! Did I really just do that?! What the fuck is wrong with you Sarah Walker!?’

That was a question that was clearly running wild in Lou’s head as well. The look on her face told Sarah quite plainly that she thought a few too many screws were loose in Sarah’s head. Her eyebrows were raised in confusion and, to Sarah’s horror, fear.

“Okay!” she said, quite obvious she was bringing this conversation to a quick end. “I wasn’t planning on it. Thanks for the heads up.”

And with one last worried look at the wiener shop girl, Lou left the store.

Sarah instantly collapsed into the nearest chair, so completely angry and confused at Chuck. Before him, she never would have acted like this to a mark. Threatening her and making it quite clear she didn’t like her; these were not the tools one used when trying to withdraw information from a civilian.

She needed to snap out of this funk before something horrible happened.

*****
When Sarah was worried about something she always did one of two things to relieve her stress.

The first option was fighting. There was no better way to let her anger out at the messed up situations in her life than to unleash all kinds of fury on some unsuspecting person. The part of Sarah that still lived in her heart, the part that enveloped her entire life before Operation Bartowski began, loved the act of violence. It loved the feeling of taking some evil peace of shit, and breaking them into a withering, whimpering baby who would beg for Sarah to either stop or to end their misery depending on how harsh of a beating Sarah was dishing out. And right now Sarah wanted that. She wanted somebody begging for her, pleading for her to end their pain.

However, the act of going out and beating people to death for the sole reason as to relieve the stress of dealing with her asset and his new girlfriend was, unfortunately, illegal. So she had to go with plan B.

Sarah was currently in her apartment dressed in grey sweatpants, a pink sports bra, and boxing gloves. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail to keep it from flying in her face, and she was giving a barrage of punches to her reliable punching bag that she had hanging from her ceiling.

Before she came to Burbank, Sarah used a punching bag often. It was the best way to relieve stress and let out her anger without getting into any trouble. It was usually once a day every few months, in between assignments, at the NSA’s gym in Washington.

But then she was assigned to Burbank. Within one day of working on Operation Bartowski, Sarah had the NSA send and install a punching bag in her apartment. And did she ever use it.

Now she was dealing out a couple of swift right punches, before letting her left hand get in on the action. She was jumping around the bag, dodging invisible blows that her imaginary foe was giving back.

Sarah would never admit to anybody but right now in her mind, the punching bag was changing in her mind from Lou to Chuck to Beckman to Casey to Bryce. All of the people she blamed for the screwed up situation she called her life: Chuck for “dumping” her; Lou for dating him; Beckman for giving her this shit assignment; Casey for being her goddamn voice of reason; and Bryce for setting all of this into motion by stealing the Intersect in the first place. All of these people were people a very, very small part of her would love to actually punch a few times, but her common sense and conscience, as well as the simple fact that she actually cared for all of them (sans Lou of course), kept her from acting on these desires.

Usually, a good hour’s work out with her punching bag was enough to completely drain Sarah of all her worries and anger, at least for the rest of the night. It would always clear her mind and calm her down, so that she would be able to clearly think about what she needed to do and how to go about it.

Sarah was just ending her second hour. Her mind was nowhere clear. She certainly wasn’t calm.
With a final heavy punch that was accompanied by a harsh grunt, Sarah slammed her gloved right hand into the padding. She was breathing heavily and drenched in sweat.

She allowed her body to lean forward against the punching bag until her arms were wrapped around it, using it as support. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the bag.

‘How has it come to this?’

She didn’t understand it. What was it about Chuck? What was it about him that turned her entire life upside down; him and his damn girlfriend? His goddamn sexy girlfriend.

Her eyes snapped open. She was staring at her apartment without seeing anything.

“Oh no,” she said. “Oh no, no, no, no, no.”

That did not just happen. She did not just think of Chuck’s girlfriend as sexy. She would not allow that to happen.

She whipped off her gloves and threw them aside. She stormed over to her dressing table and grabbed a bottle of water. Snapping it open, she took a couple of deep swigs before setting the bottle down and looked at herself in the mirror.

Staring back at her was a tall blond woman, her shoulder length hair put up into a ponytail. Her skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat, giving her a slightly shiny glow in the lights of the apartment. The pink sports bra kept her 34 C breasts safe from her violent exercise she just finished, but also made them look goddamn irresistible, if she said so herself. The bra left a tiny bit of cleavage that only hinted at the pleasures they hid. She lowered her gaze and was met with her own impossibly flat stomach that Sarah had worked on every day for the past 10 years to keep in perfect shape. Her belly button was an innie and one of the places on her body that she loved getting attention to from lovers. Her round, curvy ass rested on her long, dead sexy legs that were all covered by the definitely not sexy grey sweatpants.

There were very few things in her life that Sarah was 100% certain about; the fact that she was drop dead, stunningly sexy and that most men and women in the world would give one of their limbs to lie in bed with was one of them.

That thought brought a smile to Sarah’s face. She loved her body. It was a great source of pride to be able to look in the mirror and see this supermodel-esque figure looking back at her. To think that this was the same girl who had to deal with frizzy, untamable hair and the ugliest braces in high school, who never had boys look at her longer then it took to sneer at her, made her have to pinch herself on more than one occasion.

These thoughts did what the workout could not. Sarah began to calm down and relax. Now she was heading into the second surefire thing she used to get over stress. Sex. Thinking about sex and masturbating to her most unlikely of fantasies always eased her mind, without fail. All it took was to think of how sexy and attractive Lou was, which was immensely disturbing.

It wasn’t the thought of being attracted to a woman that disturbed her. That was far from the truth. Sarah was bisexual and loved women as much as she loved men. She loved eating pussy, playing with tits, and kissing their soft mouths. Even before she joined the NSA, Sarah loved women. Her first sexual experience ever with another person was with a woman. It was when she was 17, with her school nurse. It was the kind of high school fantasy one would find in Penthouse, but it totally changed her outlook on sex. So she didn’t have a problem with fucking Lou because she was a woman. No, she had a problem because she’s dating Chuck, a man she’s starting to have feelings for.

If Lou was just some random girl in the Buy More, Sarah would have no qualms in fantasizing about what it would be like to take her to the back to the Wienerluscious, get her on the counter, and dive right into her surely delicious pussy.

But she’s not some random girl. If she did fuck Lou, and Chuck were to find out about it, she didn’t want to think of the pain and betrayal he might feel.

What would it be like to push Lou on that counter? To kiss her adorable lips, to squeeze that cute ass hidden from the world by those cruel pants, to cup those tits in her hands, to push her hand in her pants, cupping her panties, feeling her wetness.

A shiver ran down Sarah’s spine. She had closed her eyes thinking about Lou, and when she opened them, she wasn’t surprised at what she saw in the mirror.

Her nipples were rock hard. Part of the cause was the erotic images churning around in her head. The other part was the hand that was squeezing the flesh through her bra. She imagined it was Lou, her brunettes hair covering her cleavage as her lips attacked her neck, one hand squeezing Sarah’s tits, while the other drifted south, towards the heat that Sarah could feel even as she inched her own breast free hand downward. She walked backwards until the back of her knees hit her bed, then lay down, hey eyes fluttering shut again, succumbing to her fantasies.

Being a 24/7 watchdog of the world’s most valuable computer while battling own feelings didn’t leave a lot of time to seek out partners. It’s been so long since she has had sex that it’s no surprise that she was so willing to delve in these thoughts.

‘Well, it actually hadn’t been that long,’ she thought as her fingers slipped inside her pants and pinched one of nipples and the same time. ‘I mean, the last time I had sex was when …’

Sarah’s eyes snapped open. Her hand left their firm grip on her breasts and flew to the table next to her bed and grabbed her phone. She flew through her contact lists until she found the name she was searching for.

Carina.

Just reading the name sent another throb of lust straight through her body, especially her pussy, which she had been rubbing with three fingers the entire time.

Carina and she have a long and complex history, from hurtful betrayal to mind shattering orgasms. Most of their history involved fights for their lives against insurmountable odds, only to end up in some hotel room in a foreign land, fucking the night away.

The last time she and Carina met up, Carina came into town hoping to steal an already stolen diamond from a dangerous drug dealer. But before she asked Sarah for help, Carina decided to have some fun with her.

She snuck into Sarah’s apartment, covered head to toe in black, while Sarah was getting ready for a shower. Realizing an intruder was behind her Sarah made a weapon out of a bar of soap and one of her stockings and fought the intruder until they were both bruised and panting. When finally Carina’s identity was revealed, Sarah was both angry that Carina had tricked her like this and happy to see her friend again.

After Carina explained why she was there and Sarah offered her teams help, Sarah had started to get ready to leave. She was stopped, however, when she felt Carina come up behind her and move her hair from her shoulder, exposing her neck.

“You were pretty skilled with that stocking,” Carina purred, bringing her lips to Sarah’s neck. Sarah moaned at the contact, and got even louder when Carina wrapped her arms around her waist.

“Y-You know, you’ve always got to be prepared for anything,” stumbled Sarah. Carina always did this to her, always turned her into a wet mess that needed to be fucked. Carina was skating her fingers around Sarah’s stomach, causing goose flesh to appear, her teeth coming into play as she nipped at the skin in her neck.

“Don’t,” Sarah said quickly.

“Don’t what?” Carina asked, mouth traveling up and down Sarah’s neck and collarbone while her hands were tracing higher and higher, until they brushed the bottoms of her covered breasts. Her teeth were nipping up and down her neck, before she switches sides and gives that side of her neck the same treatment.

“Don’t leave any v-visible marks. I don’t want my team-”  a sharp gasp made its way out of her mouth, cutting her off when Carina’s mouth left her neck and attached to her earlobe while at the same time both hands reached up to squeeze Sarah’s tits through her nightie. “Fuck, Carina.”

“Don’t worry, blondie,” Carina reassured her as she turned Sarah around so they were facing each other. “I’ll make sure your marks are completely hidden.”

And with that Carina shoved Sarah onto the bed, whipped off the jacket to reveal her bare, freckled tits, with her diamonds hard pink nipples, letting Sarah get a few seconds of unobstructed view, before pouncing on top of her and smothered Sarah’s lips with her own.

When Sarah and Carina finally met up with Chuck and Casey many hours later, Sarah was forever grateful for her experiences with pain she had in her life. If it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t have been able to hide all of the wincing and flinching she felt every time she sat down.

Just thinking of that last time with Carina made Sarah even wetter, something she hadn’t thought possible, seeing how already soaked her fingers were as they rubbed all around her pussy lips.

She dialed Carina’s number and waited for her answer, never stopping her rubbing.

Of course, if she’s on a mission or otherwise engaged, than Sarah would only have her thoughts and fingers to keep her satisfied. After four rings, Sarah’s hope began to fade. She was about to hang up, she heard the ringer cut off and a sultry voice took its place.

“Hey sexy, I was just thinking about you.”

“Carina,” moaned Sarah, as she allowed two of her fingers to penetrate the folds.

“Damn, you are way ahead of me,” laughed Carina. “How many fingers are you up to?”

“T-tw-two!” Sarah panted, the combination of Carina’s sultry voice and the feeling of her own fingers pumping in and out in the cramped space of her sweatpants were quickly sending towards orgasm.

“Let’s make it three,” purred Carina. Through the fog of her arousal, Sarah thought she heard water in the background, but she couldn’t concentrate on that now, not as she entered the third fingers. Before she could get used to the feeling of her accommodating pussy, Carina said, “Feel me put my fingers in you, Sarah. Feel my fingers stretch your pretty little cunt.”

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!!” That did it. Hearing Carina talk to her like that, imagining it was her fingers pumping into her pussy, made the already immensely aroused Sarah come harder than she had in weeks. She could feel the sticky juice pooling in her now ruined sweatpants as well as drench her hand, her hips bucking wildly.

“That’s it, babe, cum all over my hand. Make my hand absolutely soaked. Mmmm, I just put my fingers in my mouth, tasting your amazing pussy. Do you want some to?” That was a ridiculous question with an easy answer.

“Yes! God yes!” Sarah lifted her hand from her stained pants and panties and brought it up to her face.

“Can you smell it,” said Carina. “Can you smell your pussy all over my fingers?”

Sarah was pressing her phone so hard against her ear, she knew it would be sore when she put it down, but she just couldn’t even begin to care, not when she had her own pussy covered fingers placed under her nose and took a deep sniff.

“There’s nothing better than the smell of girl cum is there,” said Carina.

She was supposed to agree, to say ‘no, there is nothing better’, but knew that would be the wrong answer. Instead Sarah said in a voice she was surprised was working, “Yes there is.”

“Oh, do tell Sarah, what’s better than the smell of girl cum” a knowing Carina played along?

Sarah held two of her fingers in front of her mouth and said just two words.

 “The taste.”

Saying nothing more Sarah opened her mouth and shoved the two fingers in, licking and sucking the cum off of the digits.

“Oh, of course, baby, how could I be so stupid,” moaned Carina. “Absolutely nothing is better than the taste of girl cum. Do you like it, blondie? Do you like tasting your own cum on my fingers? Licking and sucking it off like the whore you are?”

“Mmmhmm” was the only answer Sarah could give with a mouth full of her own cum.

When she had sucked every last drop of her cum from her hand, Sarah gave a huge sigh of bliss and told Carina, “That was just what I needed. Thanks C”

Sarah could hear the smirk on her friends face as she hissed back, “I’ve always got you need, Agent Walker. All you need to do is ask.”

Sarah’s already seemingly permanent smile grew even bigger at her lovers words. “Where are you? I thought I heard water in the background but I couldn’t be sure.”

“Because you were too busy fucking yourself while thinking about me, you mean,” Carina playfully shot back. She absolutely loved teasing Sarah, whether in person or on the phone like this; she was just so easy to get riled up and feisty, even after orgasms. And when she got like that, then watch the fuck out.

Sure enough, Sarah’s response seemed to come from a fully energized woman, and not someone who just had a powerful frig session.

“Damn right I was,” Sarah growled, completely succumbed to her post-orgasm haze of lust. “I was too busy slamming my fingers into my soaking wet pussy, thinking about you kneeling over me, sucking my big tits, making me fucking howl, your palm pounding into my clit with every stroke.” Sarah’s hand found its way to her bra and wanting to feel flesh-on-flesh, quickly pulled it up, so it was resting above her freed breasts, shiny with the sweat that had gathered there from her workout session and her masturbating.

“Oh, god, Sarah,” Carina sighed, stroking her own pussy lips, getting off on the erotic picture Sarah was painting for her. “I wish you were with me right now. You wanted to know what the water was baby? It’s my fucking bath tub!” She heard Sarah give a deep groan and knew she had just sent her into another level of horny. Sarah loved sex in the shower and tub.

“That’s right babe, I got in my nice, warm tub, getting ready, not to get clean, but to get so fucking dirty,” Carina purred. “I was going to rub myself off a few times thinking of your big, bouncy tits, long, hot tongue and that delicious pussy of yours getting all wet and slippery with me in my tub as well as down in your cunt.”

“Stop, Carina,” Sarah reluctantly forced herself to say. “I already had my fun. Now it’s your turn.”

“Aahh, but why can’t we both cum at the same time,” teased Carina. “I love fucking myself alongside you.”

Sarah’s energy came back instantly hearing Carina talk like this. “I love it to, C, and believe me I’m going to have my fun as well. But now, I’m going to be the one driving. Hold on one second.”

She placed the phone down on the bed and quickly pulled off her bra, tore the braid out of her hair, shaking it out all around her shoulders, causing her completely exposed tits to bounce and jiggle a bit, and quickly pushed and shuffled out of her ruined pants and panties. Once she was dressed only in her birthday suit, Sarah jumped back on the bed, scooped up her phone and asked Carina, in the huskiest voice she could muster, “I’m back baby. Did you miss me?”

“Of course I did. And where did you go, Ms. Walker,” Carina asked, voice equally husky.

“Oh, just to slip into something a little more comfortable to make sure we really have some fun,” chimed Sarah, her eyes scanning her admittedly outstanding naked body, wishing Carina was there to see it herself, her hand following the same path, ready to start the fun all over again.

Fifteen minutes later, the two women lay in their respective rooms, panting and catching their breath from the marathon sessions they just endured. This was just what Sarah needed. The anxiety and worries that Sarah had felt all day today was long gone. She knew they would come flooding back to her when she woke up in the morning, but now she could bask in the connection she shared with her closest friend and frequent lover.

She could just lie there the rest of the night and listen to the labored panting she could hear through the phone, but Carina ended up being the one breaking the silence.

“So, what do I owe all of these amazing pleasures this morning,” Carina purred, still clearly out of it a little.

“Oh, so you’re somewhere where it’s morning now are you,” Sarah teased.

“Oh, no,” Carina gave a gasp of mock horror. “You fucked me so raw that I can’t think straight. You’re wicked little mouth is draining all of my secrets out of me.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Sarah shot back, lightly stroking her sweaty stomach.

“Touché, Ms. Walker,” Carina conceded. “Touché. But seriously, you never call me for phone sex when you’re just horny. It usually takes that plus a ton of drama and bullshit to get you so desperate to call me up. So what’s up?”

This was one of the reason’s Sarah loved Carina. Whenever she’s not fucking the air out of her, or working her own angle on a mission, Carina always thought of Sarah’s feelings and state of happiness. Parts of Sarah sometimes wondered why she wasn’t in love with her. It would make things so much easier for her.

“Is it the accountant,” Carina bluntly asked? “Is he not fucking you as hard and often as you want, so you’ve got to call up little old me to get your pussy juices flowing?”

Then she makes comments like that, and Sarah remembers. As often as Sarah wanted to fuck the shit out of Carina, she also wanted to throttle her just as often.

“First of all, he’s an analyst,” she shot back, her voice raising a few octaves, defending Chuck’s cover title, because no one outside of her, Casey, General Beckman, NSA director Graham, and a few higher up’s in the government knew Chuck’s real role in Operation Bartowski, “and second of all,” her voice going actually lower than her original voice, embarrassed that she was admitting this, “But yes, in a way.”

“Oooo,” Carina purred, clearly interested now. “‘In a way?’ What way is it?”

So Sarah explained the situation to Carina, leaving out key parts like Chuck being the Intersect, making it sound like she was afraid of Lou killing him in general. The whole time, Carina listened, not saying anything other than a few “Yeah’s” and “Uh huh’s” to show she was listening.

“And now I was just picturing Lou, and how cute and hot she is and thinking that maybe fucking her wouldn’t be a bad idea, and only a part of me wants to do it to help Chuck, the rest of me just wants to fuck her to fuck her, but how do I fuck her and get the information at the same time without giving myself away?” Sarah finished her rant in form of a question, eagerly waiting to hear what Carina had to say. She could give some insightful, helpful advice when she knew Sarah really needed it.

“Drug and fuck her,” Carina simply stated.

And other times she just fucked with her.

“Carina!” Sarah was angry now. She shot up from her bed and started pacing the room, forgetting her exhaustion for the moment. “I’m being serious here! I’m asking for help here!”

“I am helping you,” Carina said calmly, not at all scared by Sarah’s anger. “Drug her so you can fuck her, than when she’s delirious from the drug-cum combo, ask her everything you want. Even the toughest of bastards would spill from that.”

‘Damn, that actually makes sense,’ a thoroughly calmed Sarah thought, coming to a stop alongside her bed, sitting back down on it. “You know, that might actually work.”

“Of course it will work,” Carina said, and Sarah knew she was rolling her eyes. “I thought of it, didn’t I?”

“And it just so happens that I might actually have the right drug for the job already,” said Sarah as she rested her body on her headboard.

“Really,” a piqued Carina asked? “Is my little whore turning into a little crack whore?”

“Of course not,” Sarah scoffed. “We just wrapped up a mission involving Pentothal and it left us with a couple of vials.”

Pentothal was a unique drug that forced it’s taker to answer any and all question’s truthfully, no matter how much they didn’t want to. Unfortunately, it had one hell of a side effect.

“Doesn’t that kill the taker after a few hours,” Carina asked?

“A full dosage without the antidote, yes,” Sarah admitted. “But I don’t need to use much, and if I mix the antidote in right after, the truth forcing effects still work, but it takes away any negative side effects.”

Sarah could hear Carina laughing through the earpiece, making Sarah a bit annoyed. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about you trying to explain to the accountant the how his freshly fucked girlfriend wound up naked and dead in your bed!” Carina couldn’t contain herself anymore and exploded in hysterics.

Sarah put her face in her free hand in exasperation, now fully appreciating even more why she wasn’t in love with this woman. “Yeah, well, thanks for your help and fuck you,” Sarah shot before she moved her phone away to hang up.

The split second between pulling the phone away and her thumb pressing the ‘end’ button and shutting off all sound from the other end, Sarah was able to make out one last contribution through Carina’s on going laughter.

“That’s what you said before you killed her with your pussy!”

*****

Everything was set. All preparations were ready. The cameras that Casey hacked into in Lou’s shop were all in top condition and fully functional. Casey himself was sitting in a van in the otherwise vacant Wienerluscious parking lot, sound and visuals all working perfectly. Chuck was preoccupied with Morgan in the visual center of the Buy More trying out the new Gears of War 2, a game that mysteriously, and not at all conveniently put there by friendly connections from the government, found itself in Morgan’s mailbox this morning, despite not being scheduled for release for another year. Needless to say, the two of them, plus a few dozen of Burbank’s other video games lovers were crammed into the severely overcrowded electronics store.

Wearing a locket containing a packet of first-rate Pentothal and the vial of antidote in her pocket, the only thing keeping Sarah from getting Lou to spill her deepest darkest secrets to her was the 20 feet that stood between where Sarah was standing on the sidewalk and the door to Lou’s shop.

That, and Sarah’s still lingering doubt’s in what she was about to do, despite all of her years of being a spy yelling at her to get a move on.

Doubt’s that were echoed by Casey’s voice in her ear.

“Get moving Walker. Little Miss Subway isn’t going to drug herself now is she?” The impatient voice was coming through the small, only-see-it-if-you-look-for-it ear pierce that was disguised as an ear piercing.

Sarah’s response was a quick one fingered salute back to the van as she steeled herself and walked across the parking lot.

Sarah could hear Casey’s low chuckle in her ear, followed by a “Back at you, Walker” as she approached the door and opened it with a bell chime announcing her entrance.

The shop was as big as one would expect for a popular yet not well known sandwich shop. There were two coke refrigerators next to a shelf of make-it-at-home sandwich ingredients. There were 5 tables each with 4 chairs around them. There were all sorts of rolls and pastries along the shelves on the counter. Being around 8 P.M., there were a few costumers sitting around the store. A 30-something woman was the closest to Sarah and the door, with two men who clearly were coming from the gym at one of the tables at the other end of the store, all of whom were engrossed in either their food or their phones.

Behind the counter were two people. One was a middle aged, short, slightly pudgy Italian man with very little hair up top, but plenty along his arms, and even on his chest, from the little Sarah could see peaking up from his loose uniform. The second person was her target.

Standing at about half a foot shorter then Sarah, Lou was busy storing away some sort of meat, her shoulder length brunette hair was dancing around her head as it bobbed to the song that was playing over the radio (Michelle Branch’s ‘Everywhere”), her sexy little lips moving, clearly singing along, but no sound coming out as to not disturb the costumers. The dimples that were so distinctive and striking were in full effect. Even in the split second Sarah was observing her, she could tell Lou was in her natural habitat. She belonged behind that counter, making the sandwiches she loved. The thought of someone as beautiful as Lou being so happy doing what she loved brought a small smile to Sarah’s face.

That smile, however, did not last long. Lou, looking up at the chime of the bell, took one look at Sarah and her smile, while it didn’t go away completely due to (what Sarah could only imagine) her professionalism in front of the other costumers.

“Welcome to Lou’s Deli, what can I get for you, Mam,” the pudgy man said, clearly not at all put off as Lou was. The fact that his eyes drifted a little bit lower than Sarah’s own a few times made this all too clear.

Sarah smiled at the man, whose nametag read ‘Tony’, and said “Actually, I’m here to speak with Lou.” She and Tony turned their attention to Lou, who was still looking at Sarah. Normally, the thought that a beautiful woman couldn’t keep their eyes off of her would be something she would be proud of. Hell, with the instincts and skills on full alert due to her being on a mission, Sarah knew full well that all three of the costumers in the shop were trying to nonchalantly sneak peeks at her.

However, the look in Lou’s dark, brown eyes was definitely not the horny, I-want-to-fuck-you-all-night eyes that Sarah usually received from passersby’s. They were full of caution, anger, jealousy and just a small hint of fear.

Pushing aside that small bit of fear she felt, Lou moved up towards the front of the counter, lightly touched Tony’s arm to signify it was alright, because he apparently saw the same look in Lou’s eyes that Sarah did and did not look at all like he wanted to step aside. However, his protectiveness towards Lou did not override his respect for her, so he stepped aside, allowing Lou to face her, arms crossed in front of her chest.

“What do you want,” said Lou brusquely, no hint of costumer friendliness in her voice. It was all pure business. “If you’re here to try and scare me away from Chuck again, I’m just going to have to ask you to leave and to get the hell over yourself.”

Sarah didn’t respond to Lou’s threats right away. It wasn’t due to fear, though, far from it. It was just that when Lou crossed her arms in front of her, she unintentionally hefted her breasts up. And although they were hidden by Lou’s shirt and apron Sarah could tell by the lack of straps on her shoulder through her white shirt, Sarah knew the B-cup mounds of flesh were not hindered by a bra. The fact that Lou went to work without a bra led Sarah to wonder if Lou also came to work without any panties either. The mental image of Lou going full commando all day long made Sarah’s own panties get a tad moist.

Ripping her mind away from the thought of lifting Lou’s apron to find a tasty treat better than any sandwich, Sarah recomposed herself and said, “Actually, I did come here to talk about that, but not to scare you!” she added quickly, as she saw Lou start to get angry. “I actually wanted to apologize to you.”

That stopped Lou, who now looked confused and wary.

“Apologize.” The word rolled off Lou’s tongue as if it were some foreign word she never heard before. Her eyebrows were arched in clear disbelief.

“Yeah, apologize,” Sarah repeated. “But I was hoping we could talk somewhere a little more,” her eyes moved from Lou to Tony, then she turned her head to look at the three people, all of their head’s just happening to snapped back to their own business (two of those pairs of eyes, the horny part of Sarah’s mind noticed, were clearly focused on Sarah’s ass before they turned away; and only one of them was one of the guys) “private.”

Lou stared into Sarah’s eyes, as if trying to read her mind to see if this was some kind of trick, before she scanned the costumers who were trying badly to act nonchalant. After a few seconds, Lou nodded in agreement.

“Fine,” Lou relented. “We can talk.”

Sarah let out a sigh of relief. Part one of the plan was a success: Get Lou alone. She moved towards the entryway of the counter, but was stopped by Lou’s next words.

“But, only after the shop closes; I still have work to do.” She glared at Sarah as if daring her to challenge her.

Not wanting to anger Lou any more than she already had, Sarah nodded in consent, said “Okay. That’s fine. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”

With a smile towards Lou, and a nod of thanks towards Tony, Sarah moved towards the door, fully aware of a few pairs of eyes on her back. Before she opened the door, she saw in the reflection, and was extremely pleased to see the three pairs of eyes reflected back were locked firmly on her ass.

Including Lou’s.

*****

[FAQ]

The hour Sarah spent sitting waiting for Lou was probably one of the longest of her life. She had never been more afraid and horny at the same time in her entire life.

It wasn’t fear for her life she was afraid of. She had been in much more dangerous situations than trying to fuck a tiny sandwich shop girl to find out if she was a threat to national security. All of Sarah’s instincts were telling her that Lou was nothing more than a random girl who walked into the Buy More and fell hook, line and sinker for the old Bartowski charm. If it could happen to Sarah, it certainly could happen to Lou.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t just go to General Beckman and say she thinks Lou is a good girl and could she please let it go. The reaming her ass would receive would be so severe Sarah wouldn’t be able to show her face in Washington for years. So she had to do this.

No, she was afraid because despite how many times Casey and she have gone over this plan, despite how many ways they came up with to keep Chuck as far away from Lou’s store as possible, Sarah was still terrified of Chuck finding out about this or, even worse, walking in on them.

The extremely horny side of her that was eagerly looking forward to tonight couldn’t help but think happy thoughts about Chuck walking in on her and Lou with Lou’s head between Sarah’s legs. How Chuck would look shocked and confused at first, but after the girls gestured for them to come closer, he would start to undress as he joined them.

The thought of riding Chuck’s rock hard cock while Lou was wrapped around her from behind, squeezing one of Sarah’s bouncing tits with one hand, fingering her clit with the other, and muffling Chuck’s groans and moans with her own pussy planted right on his face made her already damp underwater that much closer to being full out soaked.

This was the reason she was actually looking forward to this. Assuming Lou was actually looking to kill Chuck, too get the Pentothal to work on Lou, Sarah had to fuck Lou to lower her resistance in case she was trained to fight the serum’s effect. So whether Lou was a spy who wanted to kill Chuck and sell the Intersect information she gets to cause worldwide suffering or she was an all American girl who dreamed of the picket fence, the front porch and the 2.5 kids, Sarah was getting some pussy tonight.

And if the stares Sarah received from Lou were any indication, it might not be that hard to get it, drugs or no drugs.

“Snap out of it, Walker!”

Sarah reacted instantly. She jumped to her feet, all images of naked, entangled bodies wiped from her mind instantly, as possible fear for her life overrode all else, and prepared herself to fight for her life.

“God, Sarah,” the exasperated voice in her ear said, “Are you a trained killer for the United States Government, or an eager, horny school girl!”

Sarah relaxed her body and sat back down on the bench she so quickly vacated. “Sorry, Casey.” And she truly was. She needed to remember this was a mission. Just because it was a mission between the sheets, doesn’t make it any less important.

Casey’s reaction to Sarah’s plan to basically fuck the truth out of Lou was considerably subdued.

“Huh,” he grunted, “can I keep the tape?’

He couldn’t.

Other than that, he had shown no unprofessional interest in the prospect of his extremely attractive partner having sex with another extremely attractive woman. At least he had in front of her. Whether Casey was thinking or had done so behind Sarah’s back, she was better off not knowing.

“Heads up, Sarah,” Casey warned her. “Here she comes.”

And sure enough, the door to the store opened and Lou and Tony emerged from the bright lights of the store and joined Sarah in the night. Sarah stood and watched as the two looked at her.

“Do you want me to stay,” Tony asked, giving Sarah a very wary glance. “I’m not one to lay a hand on a woman, but I can hold her while you hit.’

Lou laughed as Tony punched his palm in an apparent attempt at intimidation. Somehow Sarah didn’t feel any danger from a Danny DeVito look alike.

“Thanks for the support, T, but I think I’ll be alright,” she looked over at Sarah, and her lips were still curved in a devious smirk when she said, “It will just be us girls having a little chat.”

With a final goodbye to Lou and a nervous glance to Sarah, Tony went to his car and drove away.

When his car had pulled from the parking lot, Lou turned to Sarah. “Come on in. It’s getting cold.” The surprising show of concern threw Sarah for a second, but she shook her head and entered the store. If Lou wasn’t pissed enough to worry about Sarah’s temperature, this might be easier then Sarah had thought.

Lou walked up to the front of the counter and turned to face Sarah. She was no longer wearing the apron, so Sarah was able to plainly see that Lou did not in fact have a bra on, as the two nipples hard from the cold poking from beneath the shirt clearly demonstrated.

“So,” Lou began, getting right to it, using her elbows to rest back on the glass of the deli counter. “What did you want?”

Sarah took a breath (she heard Casey say, “Showtime”) and said, “I just wanted to apologize to you for the other day. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was way out of line.”

Lou snorted at this. “You can say that again. When I left, I was thinking, ‘Did she really say what I think she said’.”

“Believe me,” Sarah implored Lou, “When you left I was saying the same things. ‘What did you just say? Why would you possibly say that?’”

Lou’s raised her eyebrows at this. “Really,” she asked in disbelief?

Sarah forced her face to look the most aggrieved she could without going overboard and said, “Yes, really. I was mortified at myself. I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am. You’re Chuck’s girlfriend. I’m not. I couldn’t handle it, so instead of being an adult and backing off, I decided it would be best to act like a child.”

This got Lou. She shifted a little, relaxed her body, and moved ever-so-slightly closer to Sarah. This was a good sign. If Lou was starting to listen to Sarah, was starting to feel comfortable around her, then that would give Sarah a much easier opportunity.

“I’m glad you understand that,” Lou said. “I didn’t want to say anything to you or Chuck, because I know he still cares about you, but if you didn’t back off I wouldn’t have had much choice.”

Taking a chance at the much more pleasant direction this conversation seemed to be heading, Sarah moved forward and placed her hand on Lou’s shoulder and gave her a comforting squeeze.

Lou tensed at the sudden contact, but didn’t brush her off, so Sarah began speaking in a soft, comforting voice, “And I wouldn’t have blamed you. I was just so jealous of you. I was the dumped in our relationship, not the dumpie.” Lou looked up into Sarah’s eye, paying close attention to Sarah’s words. “I couldn’t give Chuck what he needed. He wanted a future that I wasn’t ready for. I just wanted to make sure that you didn’t break his heart like I did.”

Sarah could begin to feel her eyes start to dampen. This was not a ploy to get Lou’s trust. These were genuine affections and regrets that Sarah was unloading to Lou. At the end of all this, Sarah truly wants Chuck to be happy, and if he finds that happiness with Lou, then she wanted Lou to avoid the mistakes she had made, however vast a difference there was in their chosen professions.

Lou continued to look into Sarah’s eyes, those beautiful brown orbs losing the anger and jealousy that had been prominent throughout their entire conversation. In their place were signs of sympathy and compassion. She covered the hand resting on her shoulder with her own, and lifted it off to hold it in front of them.

“Thank you for telling me this, “ Lou softly said to her. “I never thought about your feelings about my dating Chuck. I just saw you as the hot ex that couldn’t let things go. I was afraid that he would forget about me to go back to his ‘one true love’.”

“You really think I’m hot?” shot Sarah playfully, making Lou blush.

“A blind person would think you’re hot,” answered the smaller woman, her eyes briefly sweeping down to Sarah’s cleavage before looking back up.

They stood there for a few seconds, hands clasped together, looking into each other’s eyes. Sarah couldn’t believe how well this was going. She could smell the perfume Lou had used this morning (lilacs) as a tear that had made its way down Sarah’s cheek fell onto Lou’s hand.

This seemed to knock Lou to her senses. She looked down at their entwined hands, at the miniscule tear mark that had just been made and jerked her hand free from Sarah’s.

Sarah was terrified that she had just ruined the entire plan, that Lou was going to tell her to leave. But to her great relief, Lou merely moved away from Sarah to behind the counter, seeming to want to put something between her and the blond woman and used her shaking hands to brush her hair behind her ears. While Lou had her back turned, Sarah quickly whipped her eyes. She didn’t need her emotions to screw this up even more.

Sarah watched Lou as she busied herself, trying to find reasons to keep from making eye contact with Sarah. A smirk came to Sarah’s face. Lou was nervous and trying to forget the moment the two of them just shared.

‘Not on my watch’ Sarah thought confidently to herself.

Sarah made sure Lou was occupied with washing some dishes that she knew were already washed, then looked up at the security camera hanging in the corner that Casey had tapped into and was watching from the van outside. She gave it a quick thumbs up, signifying that she was now going to make her move.

“Roger that, Walker,” Casey’s voice came over the ear piece. “Make sure you have don’t hurt her too much.”

Sarah smiled as she approached the counter and kindly said “Lou?”

Lou answered without looking up, “Yeah.”

 “Why don’t we have something to drink. It’s too tense and dramatic in here. We need to loosen up. Have some fun,” suggested Sarah.

Lou looked up at this, eyebrow raised and laughed. “Fun? With you?”

“Hey! What does that mean?” Sarah asked in mock outrage. Now that Lou was laughing and teasing her, Sarah was not going to let her slip back into awkward silence. “I can be fun.”

Lou rolled her eyes at Sarah and said, “Yeah, right, okay.”

Sarah put her hand on her hip and played along by challenging the laughing sandwich girl. “Well, why don’t you get out the liquor and we’ll see how fun I can get.”

Lou was still chuckling as she moved to the door to the backroom, “I’m going to need to get more than what I have in order to make you fun. Hold on,” and with that small request, Lou disappeared through the door.

Alone for she didn’t know how long, Sarah took this opportunity to get an update from Casey, as well as to remove the Pentothal packet from her locket, putting it in the pocket with the antidote.

“Casey,” she whispered as to not draw attention from Lou, “are you there?”

“Where else would I be, Walker,” a gruff Casey responded.

She heard a rumble from behind the door disappeared and knew she didn’t have much time. “Quick,” she started again, “what the update on Chuck?”

“Hmpf,” he grunted. “Captain Dweeb is still parked in camp geek. He won’t be leaving anytime soon.”

She gave a sigh of relief and said, “Good. Tell me if he-“ She shut herself up when the door opened again, and Lou came through, holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand, and clutching the rims of two glasses in the other.

“Tony’s favorite end of shift tradition,” Lou beamed, shaking the whiskey. “Take a swig to wash away the bullshit of the day, go home and bang the wife.” At Sarah’s raised eyebrow, Lou added with a shrug of the shoulder, “That last part is for him only.”

“Sure,” Sarah said, thinking of a way to embarrass Lou and potentially lower her inhibitions more. “Like you don’t go around Burbank, searching for a hot piece of ass in a short skirt to take home to play ‘Bang the Wife’ with,” she teased, taking the bottle and glasses from Lou who reacted the way Sarah hoped she would.

Lou blushed and playfully shoved Sarah, laughing while she said, “God, shut up! That’s so not me at all. I don’t like women like that!” She wasn’t very convincing with the way she wouldn’t look Sarah in the eye and how she played with the hem of her shirt.

Using this moment of embarrassment to her advantage, Sarah poured the two glasses (as slowly as possible, of course), quickly took out the Pentothal  from her pocket, opened it, and poured a small portion of it into one of the glasses. By the time Lou looked back up she only saw Sarah holding out a glass for her, which she took with a “Thanks”. But when she took the glass from her, their fingers brushed against one another’s.

Lou’s eye shot up to look at Sarah, who just threw back a knowing and rather lustful look had Lou squirming in nervousness. Nervousness about what, Lou didn’t want to think about too much.

Sarah raised her glass and said, “To you and Chuck.” Lou looked rather wary as she raised her glass as well, said “To me and Chuck,” and clinked the glasses.

Sarah took a small sip, not wanting to cloud her own judgment, but Lou, confused by this strange feeling that seemed like arousal, emptied the whole thing.

When her glass is empty, Lou slams it down, somehow not breaking it, and tells Sarah, “More.”
A little surprised, Sarah poured a second glass.

“So Lou,” Sarah said as casually as she could, handing Lou the drink, who took a much more conservative sip then her last, “tell me about yourself. Have you always wanted to be a sandwich maker, or was this your second choice?”

Lou’s eyes were dilated a bit, a sure sign that the Pentothal was kicking in, as she answered, “Oh, yeah, I’ve always wanted to do this.” She took another sip of her drink and continued, “I’ve loved putting things together and making people happy with my creations, but I wasn’t good with machines and clothes, but I was good with food, so I went to culinary school, got my degree a few years back, opened this shop not long after, and here I am.”

“And thank god for that,” Sarah said, not trying to hide her gaze as it made its way up Lou’s exposed legs in her shorts.

Lou blushed again at this, taking another sip, but, to her own surprise, uncrossed then crossed her legs, making her feel like Sharon Stone in ‘Basic Instinct’, especially the way Sarah’s eyes locked on to Lou’s covered crotch.

Sarah could not believe what she was seeing. Lou was basically encouraging Sarah to stare at her hidden pussy, which Sarah did all too willingly. She could practically feel the heat radiating off her even from across the table. Knowing that the drug was in full effect now, Sarah scooted her chair so she was sitting right next to Lou. She felt the girl tense up at the close contact, but she didn’t pull away, which Sarah took as a good sign.

“So, Lou,” Sarah said, leaning her head closer to her, her breath brushing against Lou’s neck, making the hair stand on end, “Tell me, have you ever had sex with a woman.”

There it was. The cards were all on the table. Lou had suspicions, but now she knew for sure: Sarah wanted to fuck her!

And the most surprising part of this wasn’t Sarah’s intentions, but the fact that Lou didn’t get up right away and immediately tell Sarah to leave and that she had a boyfriend and that she didn’t swing that way.

All she did was shake her head no.

Sarah moved a hand to Lou’s thigh, stroking the shorts that was all that stood between her and Lou’s flesh.

“Have you ever thought about it,” Sarah asked her words coming out now in soft whispers as her lips were now right next to Lou’s ear. The sensation of Sarah’s hot breath washing over her ear and neck brought Lou to the height of arousal

Lou shook her head again, afraid that if she opened her mouth the only thing that would come out would be a moan of desire, because now that Sarah was talking about it, all she could think about was Sarah and what she would look and feel naked.

“Are you thinking about it now?” Now Sarah’s other hand was lightly cupping Lou’s cheek, gently making Lou turn her head so she was facing Sarah now. Lou was now presented with the undeniable proof that not only was Sarah one of the most gorgeous person she’s even met but, by the way she was slowly closing the distance, this was really going to happen.

Lou finally opened her mouth to answer, and she was right in thinking that it would be desire filled moan. “Yes.”

Needing no more encouragement, Sarah finally closed the gap between her and Lou and brought their lips together.

It wasn’t the greatest first kiss Sarah had ever had, something she knew going in. Lou just sat there, a statue of shock. But all the same, Sarah tried to put all the passion and desire she could in to this one kiss, wanting to get Lou into this more.

After about twenty seconds that felt like twenty minutes to Lou, Sarah felt that was long enough and pulled away, not able to stop the groan of regret that escaped her throat.

“What are you doing,” Lou asked through a moan when Sarah pulled away.

Sarah smirked and raised her hand to the back of Lou’s neck, gently angling her head so they were looking in each other’s eyes. “I was kissing you. I thought that was obvious.”

Sarah couldn’t quite make out what the other woman was thinking; she wasn’t panicking and freaking out, which was a good sign, but she also wasn’t exactly jumping into Sarah’s arms either. Nevertheless, Sarah knew that she could make this happen.

“But,” Lou said finally, and it was clear she was trying to find the right words to convey her confusion, “why?” was all she was able to come up with.

Sarah giggled at this, and answered, as if was the most obvious answer in the world, “Because you’re beautiful and I’ve wanted to kiss you all night.”

Lou’s eyes widened at this, though whether it was in fear or in arousal, Sarah couldn’t tell yet. “But what about Chuck?”

‘Hah! Got ya!’ Sarah thought triumphantly. If Lou’s first reaction was Chuck, not ‘we shouldn’t do this’ or ‘I don’t like women’ than that meant that there was a part of the girl who wanted this. Even drunk girls, at least in Sarah’s experience, played those common cards when first approached with their bisexuality.

“Chuck doesn’t have to find out,” Sarah comforted the girl. “This can just be between you and me.” And, taking advantage of Lou’s lack of negative reaction, Sarah leaned in and kissed her again.

While her first kiss was brief and nothing more than Sarah putting her lips on Lou’s, this one had slightly more pressure behind it. The hand Sarah had on Lou’s neck moved to Lou’s arm and was now lightly stroking it through her shirt. Sarah broke her kiss after a few minutes to get some oxygen and saw that Lou’s eyes had closed sometime during the last kiss and her breathing had quickened, making her chest expand and contract in a very enticing way. Sarah was very pleased to see that Lou’s shirt now clearly had two little bumps.

“Ooo, someone’s enjoying this,” Sarah teased. Lou opened her eyes and followed Sarah’s gaze down to her hard nipples. Seeing undeniable physical evidence that she actually enjoying this seemed to spark something in Lou, for when she looked up at Sarah again, her eyes had completely changed. Where before they were hesitant and nervous, now they were engulfed in pure lust, a fact that she proved instantly by lunging her face across the distance between her and Sarah, dislodging Sarah’s stroking hand and pressing their lips together.

This was not a hesitant, finding-her-way kiss of a first timer. This was a full blown, forceful and passionate kiss, with Lou bringing her hands into play. They didn’t go to any of the sensitive places on Sarah’s body, but her right arm wrapped around Sarah’s waist and her left hand buried in Sarah’s long blond hair.

Sarah was slightly taken aback by the sudden change of tune in Lou, but quickly got over it and gave back as good as she was getting, which was surprisingly good given Lou’s non-experience in the realm of girl-on-girl loving.

There were so many thing’s Sarah to do to this girl, her hands putting themselves back on Lou’s body, one hand flying up to lightly stroke Lou’s gorgeous face, the other put itself on Lou’s thigh.

Doing this caused Lou to gasp in the middle of the kiss, which gave Sarah the opportunity to take this to the next level.

Lou was blown away at how good she was feeling. She had never kissed a woman before. She had certainly thought about it. There were some women that were just too attractive not to imagine kissing, but thinking and doing are entirely different things. Now that she was experiencing a woman’s kiss, she was kicking herself for not trying this sooner. A feeling solidified when Sarah decided to take advantage of Lou’s aroused gasp and slip her tongue into Lou’s mouth.

Feeling that wet snake dancing with her own tongue caused Lou to moan, and she quickly brought her own tongue to life, stroking the invading organ with her own, sending both girls into frenzied moans of passion.

Lou’s hand was stoking up and down Sarah’s back, sending shiver’s along her spine, loving how the hand kept getting closer and closer to her ass, but never made contact, always retreating back up when it got closer, as if scared of actually touching it.

Sarah’s hand was traveling a similar path, but instead of stroking Lou’s back toward her ass, she was instead making goose bumps pop all over Lou’s barely-concealed legs as Sarah got closer and closer to Lou’s pussy. Sarah could feel the heat that was radiating off of her hidden honeypot.

They sat there in the middle of Lou’s empty shop, hands traveling all over each other’s body, tongues dueling one another in a fight neither minded losing and running out of air due to the lack of desire to end their kissing.

But inevitably the necessity to breathe forced them to separate, the string of saliva connecting to their lips surviving as an unneeded reminder of the passion they were just indulging in. By now Sarah had joined Lou in the heavy breathing department and the two rested their foreheads against each other’s, their labored breath blowing across their faces.

“That was amazing,” Lou panted, seeming to have a smile etched permanently on her face.

“That,” Sarah began, knowing a similar smile was plastered on her own face, “was just the beginning.”

Lou showed how much she liked that promise by removing her hand from Sarah’s hair and moved it to the hand Sarah was resting on her thigh. Lou winked at Sarah and moved Sarah’s hand north.

“Uuhh!” Lou gasped as Sarah’s hand came in contact with her clothed pussy. She couldn’t believe that not only was another woman touching her pussy for the first time (her boyfriend’s ex, of all people), but she made it happen.

Sarah had missed this. It had been a long time since she’d been with a new woman. Getting to hear Lou’s moans and gasps as she was being gently rubbed through her underwear reminded Sarah of her first time.

“You feel so soft,” Sarah hissed into Lou’s ear. She loved the sexy shiver that ran through Lou’s tiny, sexy body at her voice. Almost as much as she loved the dampness Sarah was feeling through the cloth.

“Can I feel you?” Lou asked through a moan. She had her pussy rubbed by other lovers, but already she could tell that Sarah’s knowing touch was better than any of the fumbling guys who had just rubbed her to get her riled up for the so-called ‘main-event’. “Can – can I touch you?”

These questions slipped out of her almost subconsciously. She hadn’t meant to say them but knew that she meant them.

“You can do whatever you want,” reassured Sarah.

Given the OK, Lou reached down and went right for the prize. She cupped Sarah’s pussy through her pants

“Oh wow,” moaned Lou as she touched a woman’s privates for the first time, even through clothes. “This is so weird.”

“Mmmmm good weird?” Sarah asked through a moan as Lou’s inexperienced hands rubbed her.

“So far,” agreed the sandwich shop girl. She was very much liking Sarah’s hand rubbing her and liked it even more when the blonde stunner took the next step and unbuttoned Lou’s pants. Sarah moved her lips to the exposed neck before her, kissing, licking and throwing the occasional nip in for fun.

“Do you want me to go on?’ she asked, stroking the soft skin just beneath the rim of Lou’s pants. She wanted to move this on, to get Lou primed and ready, but she didn’t want to do anything without a go ahead. Sarah knew she was being a giant hypocrite since she’d only gotten this far by mildly drugging the smaller woman, but she wanted to hear Lou’s consent.

“Please,” Lou moaned, not wanting this amazing feeling Sarah was bestowing on her to end and only wanting more.

Sarah smiled into the woman’s neck as she moved her hand into Lou’s pants.

“Wow. Someone’s getting wet!” Sarah’s hand was already damp as she rubbed Lou’s panties into her pussy and she wasn’t even touching skin on skin yet.

“Because of you, Sarah,” Lou groaned as she took another giant step and moved the hand on Sarah’s back all the way down to squeeze Sarah’s ass. “You’re so fucking hot! Even when I was mad at you I was checking your hot ass body out” she said over Sarah’s own groan, which was cut off as Sarah moved to kiss her again, this time closing the distance between them completely by moving from her own chair to straddle Lou in her own.

Lou couldn’t believe how forward she was being. Sarah was the experienced one of the two, yet Lou was the one making the big moves: she stared the make-out session; she brought Sarah’s hand to her pussy and was now rubbing Sarah back and now she was massaging Sarah’s ass. But she was loving it! She always plunged head first into any new challenge that was presented to her, putting everything she had into them, and she couldn’t wait to plunge head first into Sarah Walker!

Sarah was loving this as well. How could she not? She was straddling a horny, beautiful woman, her tongue now being the one fighting off Lou’s in her own mouth, her hand all over Lou’s pussy stained panties feeling the softness of the delights beneath, the pressure of their two bodies close together allowing Sarah to rub even harder. And Lou, wanting to really feel that wonderful butt in both hands, now had both hands down on her ass, squeezing the flesh together, bringing Sarah to higher planes of arousal.

But as great as she felt and knew that Lou was feeling, the sensible voice in her head was telling her that this might not be the smartest place to fuck. So reluctantly breaking away from Lou’s mouth, Sarah said, “We should,” she was cut off by a groan caused by Lou, who, unable to kiss Sarah’s mouth, settled for dragging her tongue over Sarah’s long, creamy neck. Clearing her throat and trying to keep composure, Sarah tried again. “We should pro-mmmm-probably m-mo-mmmmmove to the ba-AH-ck!” She was forced to yelp when Lou pinched her ass.

Lou stopped fondling Sarah’s ass and looked up at Sarah, a look of horror on her face. She whipped her head around to look at the windows, as if expecting to find her entire family pressed against it, pointing at her and fainting in disgust.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe I almost had sex in front of my window!” She jumped to her feet, and would have thrown Sarah off of her lap and into her up-until-now squeezed ass if it weren’t for Sarah’s reflexes kicking in. As it was, she merely cause Sarah to stumble a bit. “What if someone had seen?!  What If Chuck had seen?!” It seemed that not even a drunk and slightly drugged Lou could completely forget about Chuck Bartowski.

‘Welcome to my world’ Sarah said to herself, moving behind Lou and wrapped her arms around her waist, kissing the exposed skin of Lou’s collar bone and moved slowly up her neck, getting the desired reaction by having Lou relax slightly.

“Don’t worry.” Kiss “Chuck’s busy.” Kiss “Let’s just” kiss “move to” kiss “the back.” To finish the journey, Sarah took Lou’s earlobe into her mouth and nibbled on her. To Sarah’s surprise, this brought out a huge moan from Lou’s lips, causing her to reach up and press Sarah’s head to her.

“God, Sarah! What are you doing to me?!” But instead of sounding angry, Lou sounded hornier than ever.

‘Looks like I found a sweet spot’ a sing-song voice went in Sarah’s mind. Moving out of Lou’s grasp, she turned the girl around in her arms, making them face each other. Saying nothing else, Sarah leaned down to kiss the girl, letting it last a few seconds, before breaking away and looking down at her.

Lou was biting her lip, looking up at her soon to be lover, and Sarah could tell that there wasn’t going to be any more tying to back out of this. Smiling, Sarah took Lou by the hand and led the willing girl to the door that led to the back.

Pushing open the door, Sarah saw that the room consisted of a refrigerator in one corner next to an oven along one side wall, a wall across from her that was all condiments and bread and all ingredients that Lou and her fellow sandwich makers used, a long table used to make sandwiches when the store was so busy they couldn’t do it all up front, and the other side wall that was a door that led to an office. She also took notice of the camera hanging in the corner, which was the reason Sarah didn’t worry about moving the fun back here.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Sarah turned around, picked Lou up and placed her on the table.
Lou was surprised at the strength and speed it took to put her on the table so fast, but her shock was completely chased from her mind when Sarah grabbed the bottom of her shirt and started to lift it up. Lou acted instinctively, completely lost to her lust, and raised her arms allowing Sarah to remove her shirt, which was thrown to the floor, instantly forgotten as Lou’s nipples impossible became harder at the longing Sarah was shooting their way.

When Sarah memorized the beauty of Lou’s tits, she lurched herself forward, slamming her lips into Lou’s, their tongue’s automatically shooting out of their mouths and meeting in a frenzy. Sarah’s hands joined in on the fun, reaching up to cup Lou’s boobs.

“Oh god,” Lou moaned into Sarah’s mouth, relishing the feeling of Sarah’s hands playing with her boobs.

“Yeah, you like that Lou, don’t you” Sarah growled, squeezing all over the B-cup tits, pushing her palms into the diamond hard nipples. “You like me playing with your boobs? Squeezing these great, beautiful tits of yours?”

“Yesss!” Lou hissed, eyes shut, as she rested her head against the wall.

“Then you’ll really love this,” Sarah said, and Lou didn’t need to open her eyes to see what she did next, but did so anyway, not wanting to miss the sight of Sarah’s wet lips wrapped around her right nipple.

“Oh shit!” panted Lou, bringing her hands up to the back of Sarah’s head to keep the twin pleasures of her nipples from the pinching and needing of her left breast and the suction and tonguing on her right breast going, which switched after a couple of minutes, so Sarah now was sucking the left tit and fondling the right.

This was easily the best sex Lou had ever had and she was only having her tits played with! She was already halfway to orgasm and she’s barely had any stimulation to her pussy.

As if she was some kind of mind reader, Sarah’s boob free hand, which had been occupying it’s time by stroking Lou’s thighs, now began retracing its earlier path up to Lou’s pussy. Only this time it bypassed the hidden lips, bringing a groan of disappointment from Lou’s throat.

Hearing this, Sarah detached her mouth from Lou’s saliva covered tits and looked up at Lou’s face from between her boobs with an evil grin on her face.

“Aahh, does little Lou need Sarah to stick her hand down into her soaking pants,” Sarah cooed, kissing up her chest, up her neck, and now whispering in Lou’s ear, nibbling the earlobe when her mouth was unoccupied. Her free hand now took up residence on Lou’s tits, pinching and squeezing whatever it could.

Lou’s hand was on Sarah’s hand that was playing with the waistband of Lou’s pants, trying to force it beneath without any success. “Please,” Lou panted.

Sarah grinned around Lou’s earlobe, loving the state of constant horniness she had put the girl in. “Please what?” she teased, lifting the waistband around Lou’s briefly, before snapping it back down on her flushed skin.

Lou took in a sharp intake of air at this latest tease. She couldn’t stand this. She needed to cum!

“Please, Sarah, I need you to-,” Lou begged her, unable to finish her plea from the groan that caused her to lurch her chest forward as Sarah roughly pinched her right nipple then moved to her left to do the same. She could feel her nails digging into the hand dancing along her waistband, offering such tantalizing prospects, but never moving beyond. Every few seconds she would snap her waistband, each time going just a little bit further under the pants.

“’Please, Sarah, I need you to’ what, Lou,” Sarah asked again, barely able to keep this going, but knowing it would be so worth it in the end.

“FUCK ME!!!” Lou shouted, unable to keep her desires in check any longer. “Please, Sarah, fuck my pussy! I’ve never felt like this before! Please make me cum!”

Sarah pulled her head away from Lou’s ear and looked at the sweaty bangs plastered to the girls’ forehead, her eyes silently pleading with her new lover.

“All you had to do was ask, honey,” Sarah said sweetly, as if Lou had just asked her to pass the pepper.

Before Lou could respond in anyway, Sarah had left Lou’s side and was now on her knees between Lou’s legs, ripping her shoes off and throwing them behind her, not caring where they landed. Not bothering with Lou’s socks, she moved up to Lou’s pants, whipped them down her long legs with her panties, and had them join the rest of Lou’s clothes on the floor.

Sarah took a second to take in the beauty that was the vision in front of her: Lou sitting on a table in the backroom of her store, tits and nipples covered in saliva, red from the rough treatment they received, long legs slightly spread, allowing Sarah to see the pink, slightly parted lips of Lou’s pussy, a small strip of black hair all that remained above her mound.

“You are so beautiful,” Sarah said softly, relishing the blush that appeared on Lou’s face. And with that, Sarah gently lifted Lou’s right leg and started placing a long trail of kisses up towards the simmering boiling pot that was Lou’s cunt, making her squirm even more. When she met the junction point where legs met pussy, Sarah took a split second, thinking she would do the same to the left leg before getting to the main attraction, but now she was there, facing the shining, pink petals that smelled so musky and was just pulling her in. Adding to that, Sarah honestly didn’t think Lou could take anymore teasing.

So, abandoning the teasing all together, Sarah spread Lou’s long legs, looked up at Lou’s eager face and said, “Hold on tight,” before leaning down and kissing Lou’s pussy.

There was an instant reaction from both parties: Lou obeyed Sarah’s order’s and latched her hands into Sarah’s hair, her legs locking around Sarah’s shoulders, shoving Sarah’s face as far into her pussy as it possibly could. Not that Sarah needed anymore encouragement, as the moment her lips came in contact with Lou’s pussy, she found herself famished for her cum.

Her tongue was now flying all around Lou’s delicious pussy, slurping up all the juices she found only to be instantly replaced by the flowing river that Lou’s pussy seemed to have turned into.

“Ooooohhhhhh ggggoooodddddd,” Lou moaned, her hands in danger of ripping out Sarah’s hair. “Sarah!! You’re eating my pussy soooooooooo fucking gooooooooooood!! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!! Don’t fucking stopppppp!!!”

‘I’m not stopping until I have your cum in my mouth’ is what Sarah would have said if she had the ability or the desire to stop tonguing this pussy. She felt Lou’s clit against her nose, but was deliberately ignoring it as long as she possibly could.

“Your tongue, your fucking tongue, it’s fucking magic, it’s so amazing,” Lou panted, her breathing ragged and uneven. “You’re gonna make me fucking CUM!!!” she screamed as Sarah decided to up the ante and inserted a finger into her snug cunt.

“Not yet, baby,” Sarah groaned, allowing her jaw a break for a few seconds and letting her fingers have some fun. “Not yet you hot little bitch. You can’t cum until I say you can.” She put in a second finger, pushing her walls farther apart, stretching her open. “You have such a tight pussy, Lou! Such a tight, sweet little pussy! Do you want me to stretch it? Do you want me to stretch open your hot, yummy cunt?!”

“Yeess!” she moaned. “Stretch it open, Sarah! Stretch open my pussy with your amazing fingers!!”

Sarah knew she could only put so much in Lou’s pussy without either hurting her or making it so she would feel it in the morning. At the same time, Sarah knew she could take one more.

Leaning her head down to get back to Lou’s pussy, Sarah opened her mouth and incased the whole of Lou’s opening in it and sucked, drinking all the juice that had formed since she last left it that hadn’t made its way down Sarah’s arm, staining her sleeve or dripping down onto the table below, all the while pumping furiously into Lou’s hole with her two fingers.

That made Lou absolutely howl in pleasure. How one person can make her feel this way, Lou couldn’t comprehend. But if she could help it, she was going to try and feel it as much as possible.

Getting back to the normal licking Sarah had used before, she started to ease her third finger in alongside her first two. She knew this was going to be uncomfortable for Lou, so she set out to make it as painless as possible.

Fortunately, her idea of ‘painless as possible’ was a very pleasurable one for both women. She moved her second hand, which she had been using to pinch and stimulate her own nipples, and brought it up to join her face and fingers at Lou’s pussy. But instead of using it to stimulate the already pleasure filled pussy lips and hole, she moved it slightly north and pinched Lou’s clit between her fingers.

“Aaahh shit!!” Lou yelled, her hips bucking from the never ending pleasure Sarah was giving to her pussy.

Wanting to feel the little love button in her mouth, Sarah moved her lips from Lou’s labia to wrap them around Lou’s clit, replacing the now missing mouth on Lou’s pussy with even harder pumps of her fingers.

“OOOOHHHH GOD!!! Fuck my pussy hard with you fucking fingers and suck my hard little clit!!!! Fuck my slutty little pussy!!” Lou hollered.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m doing,” Sarah growled to herself, not wanting to pull her glazed lips from Lou’s clit long enough to say anything. “I’m fucking this little pussy the way a slut like you loves it. I’m making it mine!!” And Sarah sucked the clit back in her mouth and batting it around with her tongue never slowing down on her finger fucking.

“Mine,” she growled as she briefly broke away to take in a breath. “All mine!” she claimed before diving back in, licking and fucking in ways she hadn’t in a long time.

“It’s yours Sarah, all yours, just make me cum!! I’m sooooo clooooooooose” Lou would have agreed to sell her first born child right now as long as Sarah made her cum.

‘I’ll make you come alright’ Sarah promised to herself, her mouth to occupied with Lou to verbalize her thought.

Knowing exactly what she needed to do to make Lou cum all over her, Sarah took her pinky finger, the one not currently buried in Lou’s pussy and traced it down Lou’s ass crack. When she reached her goal, she lightly prodded the little starfish resting there.

This, as it turned out, was one stimulation too much.

“OHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK,” Lou shrieked, the combination of Sarah’s three fingers slamming in and out of her, quickly rejoined by Sarah’s mouth as she didn’t want to miss her prize, and all of Lou’s pain was nonexistent, the tongue that was now just beating Lou’s pussy lips all around, and the pleasure from her clit setting her whole nervous system on fire, shooting her in to the stratosphere as she rode her orgasm all the way back down to join her limp and useless body.

Lou hadn’t had many giant orgasms in her short life, but she has had a few, so she knows the sensation and the aftershocks. That was nothing like anything she felt before. That was the greatest orgasm she had ever had. In fact, it was so good, it seemed like it was still going, despite how exhausted Lou felt.

When she regained control of her eyelids, Lou managed to crack them open, that little excursion too much effort than she wanted to exert right now, and saw, to her supreme shock, a blond head still bobbing up and down on her pussy.

“Sarah?” her voice sounded hoarse and strained. “What…”

Sarah looked up from the pussy she was still eating and moved so that Lou could see her entire face. “Well, look whose back. Have a nice nap?”

The exhaustion and drained feelings that had been settling in on Lou disappeared instantly at the sight of Sarah’s face. The lower half of her beautiful face was covered in cum. Some of her lovely, blond hair was plastered to her cheeks, and when she spoke, Lou could see some of the cum he had just scooped up on Sarah’s tongue. Sarah’s dazzling blue eyes shown even brighter when they looked at Lou from a face half smeared in her cum.

Lou could feel the drool pooling up in her hanging mouth, but she couldn’t get over the sight of this beauty covered in her cum enough to care.

Standing up, Sarah lifted Lou’s limp hanging legs and moved her around so she was lying completely flat on her back on the table. At this gentle manhandling, Lou finally broke out of her stupor and spoke, her voice slowly coming back to normal, asking her the question that was first on her mind.

“What about you?”

Sarah smiled at her and bent over to kiss Lou, slipping her tongue in, allowing the brunette to taste her own cum combined with Sarah’s spit. Lost in the passion of the kiss, Lou brought her hand up to cup Sarah’s cheek, feeling the sticky cum that was left there.

Breaking the kiss, Sarah turned and grabbed Lou’s wrist with one of her hands and brought it to her lips.

Lou’s eyes rolled as the sight and sounds of Sarah treating her fingers like cocks got her libido in full force once again.

“Mmmmm, your cum is so tasty.” Sarah moaned, moving from her freshly cleaned ring finger and moved to her middle one. “Beats corndogs any day,” she said, before starting to take the long digit in her mouth, working it like a tiny cock, bobbing up and down on it until she got every last drop before moving to the next one.

Once Lou’s hand was clean of all the cum, Sarah bent over again so her face was hovering over Lou’s.

“You made me quite a mess,” in a low, husky voice, “Why don’t you clean it for me before I fuck your face.”

Blushing furiously at the prospect of both licking Sarah’s face clean of her own cum and then to eat Sarah’s pussy herself, Lou quickly got over her embarrassment when she pulled Sarah the rest of the way down and instantly started licking Sarah’s face.

“Oh yeah, baby, lick my face clean,” Sarah encouraged, her eyes closed to savor the feeling of this little hottie licking first her left cheek clean then moved to down to her chin. “First you got it all dirty covering me with your yummy cum and now you’re making me all clean with your starving tongue. How does your cum taste babe? Is it good?”

Lou was so into licking Sarah’s nose now that all she could say to respond was “Mmmmm hmmmm.”

When Lou could no longer taste any cum on the face above her, she finally pulled away. The sight of Sarah’s face shining from her spit, while not as arousing as seeing her covered in cum, certainly got her racing blood pumping even harder.

Sarah touched her now cum clean face, as if inspecting it, and when she was satisfied, she beamed down at Lou.

“Good job, sexy. You did such a good job that I think you deserve a reward,” she winked at Lou before pulling Lou back up into a sitting position.

“I thought you wanted to fuck my face,” Lou asked, her confusion and disappointment at even the prospect of not getting to taste Sarah’s vagina overrode the embarrassment that otherwise would have overridden her if she hadn’t just eaten her own cum off of Sarah’s face.

“Oh I do, and you will so don’t worry, honey,” Sarah said with a comforting smile, cupping Lou’s face and kissing her forehead. “But in order to fuck you,” she took Lou’s hands and put them on her breasts, “I need you to get rid of my clothes.”

Lou knew that Sarah would have to get nude sometime tonight, but the thought of being the one actually to strip her never crossed her mind. But now, with Sarah’s big tits in her hands, feeling the soft flesh that lay hidden by a thin layer of fabric, the thought of not being the one to free her lover of her clothing was borderline insulting.

Leaning in to kiss Sarah again, Lou took a couple of seconds to play with the soft mounds she had in her hands. Even through the layers of blouse and bra Lou could feel the weight and size of the two breasts in her hands.

The desire to feel these amazing things with nothing separating them from her flesh flooded her, and without preamble, not even bothering to break her kiss, Lou, in a flash of pure lust, ripped the blouse open from the front, buttons pinging and clanging around her on the table and the wall.

“Wow, someone’s eager,” Sarah chuckled as Lou reaches around her back to fumble with her bra strap. Having never had to take off a bra off of someone else in a situation like this, Lou was taking longer than it usually would to take her own off, but she was determined to get it off by herself.

Finally, she managed to unhook troublesome lingerie, threw it on the floor, Lou took in the wonderful sight of Sarah’s breasts jiggling slightly from their freedom. Lou sat there for a few seconds, just taking in the wonderful sight of a topless Sarah, her big tits with their hard rosy nipples capping them off like cherries on ice cream.

“Go on,” Sarah purred, loving the lustful stares Lou was giving her breasts. “Touch them. Get your hands on them.”

Having Sarah’s permission seemed to make the difference, because the moment the words left Sarah’s lips, Lou lunged forward, her hands latching onto them, squeezing them, loving the feel of the soft flesh.

“Yeah, Lou, that’s it,” Sarah cooed, her eyes closed in relish. “Squeeze my big tits. Play with them.”

Lou felt so naughty right now, sitting in the back of her store, stark naked and holding her boyfriend’s ex boob’s in her hands, molding and squeezing them together, making cleavage that any man or woman would kill to get lost in, an idea that Lou was in complete agreement with as the desire to be even naughtier rushed through her.

With that in mind, Lou placed her lips on Sarah’s right tit and started kissing all over it, her tongue coming out to lick the flesh whenever it wanted to play, hopping over to the left one when she covered every inch she could, except for the nipples.

“God, Lou! Your mouth feels so good on my boobs baby,” hissed Sarah, her fingers entwining themselves in Lou’s hair, guiding her head to the nipple in the center of her boob. “Now, get your tongue all over my hard nip- AH,” she yelped as Lou proved she didn’t need any instruction as she wrapped her lips around Sarah’s point. She battered around the little nub with her tongue, moving her hand to Sarah’s unoccupied tit to make sure it wasn’t lonely.

“Damn, Lou, you sure you’ve never played with a pair of tits? Because you are fantastic!”

Lou felt emboldened by Sarah’s complement and when she moved to suck and play with Sarah’s other nipple, her hands lowered themselves to Sarah’s pants, unbuttoning the top of Sarah’s jeans and unzipping her.

In order to fully remove Sarah’s pants, Lou reluctantly had to remove her face from Sarah’s chest, making sure to give one last kiss to each of her nipples, promising herself she would return.

“That’s right, Lou. Now get on your fucking knees and strip me. Get me naked, baby,” Sarah told Lou, and she didn’t hesitate to comply as she slid from the table and kneeled in front of Sarah so she could be face-to-cunt with Sarah’s soon-to-be-exposed pussy.

Not wanting to delay the point any longer, Lou grabbed Sarah’s jeans and pulled them down till they were bunched around her shoe covered feet. She was greeted to a pink thong with the front now a brilliant shade of red which also made the material a tad transparent, allowing Lou to see the lips of Sarah’s pussy, telling Lou once again how turned on Sarah was for her, as the desperately horny blond was about to remind her.

Not being able to stand the sight of Lou on her knees in front of her pussy juice soaked thong, Sarah grabbed Lou’s head and shoved it forward.

Lou barely had time to gasp in shock at the forceful way she was introduced to Sarah’s pussy, but she quickly got over it as her nose was swarmed with the musky scent of pussy and her gasping mouth was planted on the see-through panties, giving her her first taste of another woman’s pussy. And it was magnificent.

“Aaaaahhhh, ffffuuucckkkk!” Sarah gasped, removing one hand from Lou’s head and lurching forward to rest it on the table, keeping her hunched over the girl as she didn’t even wait to push the thong aside, instead wanting to get as much of this scrumptious juice in her stomach as possible and just sucking it through the fabric.

Lou was instantly hooked on the taste of Sarah’s pussy. She had thought it would be too gross, but she was now making Sarah revel in her change of heart as she finally got tired of the bothersome fabric separating the two sets of lips and pushed the thong aside, placing her hands on Sarah’s ass, massaging the flesh that lay beneath.

“Fuck, Lou! You are a natural at this,” Sarah groaned as Lou’s virgin tongue tested itself out by just swiping wildly at every millimeter of flesh it could find. “Eat my fucking pussy with your virgin mouth! That’s it, baby, show me how much you love the taste of my pussy! Make me cum!”

There was nothing Lou had ever wanted in her life more then to make Sarah Walker cum. Her mouth was being flooded with Sarah’s juice and with every drop that made its way to Lou’s stomach she wanted more. And more was just what she received.

Feeling bolder from the panting and moaning that were being drawn from Sarah’s northern lips and the juice seeping from her southern pair, Lou decided to try something new.

The entire time Lou was licking Sarah’s pussy, she had felt the hole just lying there, acting like a siren calling to her. Lou had put off long enough, but now she wanted to succumb to the song.

Reluctantly removing her hands from Sarah’s ass, Lou used her fingers to spread open Sarah’s lips. Doing this exposed not only the inviting hole she was going to fuck, but the pink clit swollen with arousal perched above it, begging for attention.

‘Later,’ she mentally promised the love button.

“What are you doing down there, babe,” Sarah purred, knowing just what Lou was going to do, but wanting to tease her some more? “Are you going to fuck me? Are you going to stick your little pink tongue up my horny little fuckhole? Are you going to shove it in me and wiggle it around in there?”

“Fuck yeah I am!” Lou growled.

“Then what are you waiting for, get going!”

No more words necessary, Lou pushed her tongue against the opening that had more than enough lubrication.

“Ooohhhhh ssshhhiiiiitttt,” Sarah moaned, that wonderful tongue making its way in to her pussy. “Fuck me, Lou! Fuck my hole with your tongue!”

Lou needed no more encouragement then that and proceeded to push her tongue in and out Sarah as fast as possible. She reached as far as she could with every thrust, wriggling around to touch every luscious spot it could. How had she gone this long living without eating pussy? This was amazing! It felt like her senses had died and gone to heaven: the feel of both Sarah’s sweaty ass in Lou’s hand and the clenching of Sarah’s pussy around her tongue, as well as the way Sarah’s hips bucked against Lou’s face, helping her tongue dig deeper; the pussy pressed against her face causing the musky aroma to flood Lou’s nose; the amazing sight that greeted Lou when she looked up and saw Sarah hunched over, tits bouncing from her bucking hips, eyes clamped shut as the pleasure coursed through her; the absolutely filthy words that were pouring from Sarah’s lips became the most beautiful music she had ever heard; and of course the greatest meal Lou had ever experienced pressed to her face.

“Oh goddamn it Lou! Keep fucking me! You’re going to make me cum all over your cute face! Your tongue feels good in my hot little cunt! Do you like feeling my hot pussy pressed against your face?” Sarah asked, opening her eyes to look down at the kneeling woman. The only response Lou could give with her mouth full of pussy was, “Mmmmhmmm!”

“Ah fuck!” Sarah shouted, the vibrations of Lou’s muffled answer sent ripples through out Sarah’s body. “God, baby, you are amazing! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!!”

Stopping was the last thing Lou was going to do it. She was going to make Sarah cum and she was going to love it.

But still, there was one more part of Sarah’s pussy that needed attention. But in order to do that, Lou was going to have to remove her mouth from Sarah’s pussy. She didn’t want to do that, but Lou knew Sarah would end up thanking her.

First thing though, Lou was tired of the fact Sarah wasn’t naked yet. Plus they would get in the way of what she wanted to do next so those bothersome panties just had to go. But not wanting to stop fucking Sarah, Lou could only see one way to get them off without removing her face.

Faster then she thought she was capable of, Lou reached her hands to the front patch of fabric that had been resting on Sarah’s thigh this whole time, and ripped them clean off of Sarah’s now fully exposed body, throwing them aside, then instantly removed her mouth from Sarah pussy.

“What are yo- HOLY SHIT!!!” Sarah’s protests were drowned out by her own screams as Lou wrapped her lips around Sarah’s clit and had shoved two fingers in to her now empty pussy. “AAAHHHH YYYYEEEESSSS!!!! SUCK MY CLIT!!! FUCK MY CUNT!!!!”

These instructions were completely unnecessary, but Lou loved hearing Sarah’s voice shouting her pleasure so she did everything in her power to get more.

Her lips were a vacuum on Sarah’s clit, batting it around with her tongue every time her fingers disappeared inside Sarah. She actually had a small orgasm from the sensations of both her clit and pussy being assaulted but couldn’t tell Lou as her voice was now just a series of grunts and groans.

Fortunately Sarah’s gushing pussy was able to tell Lou what her voice couldn’t but Lou allowed those juices to soak her hand and land on the floor, because she had a feeling that Sarah’s next orgasm would be even bigger and she didn’t want to stop now and slow it down. She wanted Sarah to cum and she wanted to be big. She wanted to be able to tell whoever her next female lover was (because of course there would be more) that on her first time she brought a beautiful woman to two orgasms.

All focus now squarely on getting that desired cum, Lou really went into over drive on Sarah’s pussy, the only sounds that could be heard in the room were Sarah’s screams, the wet smacking sounds of Lou’s fingers and lips playing with every inch of Sarah’s pussy and clit.

“I’M CLOSE LOU!!!!” Sarah shouted, forcing herself to make coherent sounds. “I’M SO FUCKING CLOSE!!!!!”

The moment she had been working towards right in front of her, Lou pulled her fingers from Sarah’s pussy and bit down lightly on her clit.

She barely had time to move her lips back to Sarah’s pussy before Sarah clamped her hands in Lou’s hair, screaming, “HERE I CCCCCCUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMM!!!” And Lou’s mouth was flooded with the greatest reward she had ever received. Better than any of the cum she had sucked from guys before, better than Sarah’s pussy juice, even better than her own cum.

She fought admirably, trying to gulp down as much of the mouthwatering liquid as humanly possible, not caring about anything else not even breathing. Nothing else was remotely as important as drinking down what this goddess had to offer.

When the reservoir of Sarah’s cum had finally come to an end, Lou extracted herself from Sarah’s legs, falling back to rest against the table behind her. She could feel the cum she had failed to swallow on her chin and neck, as well as the juice that had coated her fingers earlier.
Sarah knelt down next to Lou, and, never having been able to get over the sight of a woman covered in her own cum, gently grabbed Lou’s head and brought her into a kiss. There the two exhausted women sat, lightly making out, too tired to be to passionate with each other beyond mild tonguing.

But while Lou was ready to fall to the floor and sleep for the next week, Sarah still had a job to do.

Pulling away from Lou and her Sarah stained lips, Sarah gently shook Lou. “Hey, Lou. Can you hear me?”

Lou nodded and gave a soft “Mmmhmm.” Sarah knew she had a very small window before the cocktail of drugs, drink, and cum sent Lou to dreamland, so she quickly yet firmly asked, “Who are you? Are you here for Chuck? Do you want to hurt him?”

Lou managed to pull herself out of her stupor long enough to look at Sarah as if she had just asked if she had seen the alien at the gas station. “What are you talking about,” Lou mumbled, barely able to stay conscious any more.

“Are you here to kill Chuck?” Sarah bluntly asked. She needed a firm solid answer.

Lou giggled and reached out to kiss the blondes sweaty face. “Who’d want to kill Chuck? He’s such a sweet puppy dog!”

Sarah let out a huge sigh of relief, the weight that had been pushing down on her shoulders since Lou walked into her life had disappeared in an instant. Patting Lou tenderly on her shoulder, she pulled Lou into her allowing her to rest against her chest.  She smiled at the feel of Lou’s head resting against her breasts. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it. Just rest.”

Lou obeyed almost immediately. All Sarah could hear from the woman was her soft, peaceful breathing as she finally surrendered to her body’s desire and fell into a peaceful slumber.

When Sarah was totally sure Lou was out of it, she said, “You got that Casey?”

And in her ear, Sarah heard Casey grunt, “Loud and clear, Walker. Mission accomplished. Good job.”

Hardly believing she had gotten out of this without hearing something perverse from her partner, she was about to ask Casey to bring in some clothes so they could redress herself and Lou, take her home, and play the whole night off as a dream the next morning, he said, “You and Chuck need to break-up more often. I could get used to this.”

End

[John Connors]

Thanks for posting this @FAQ. I really enjoyed it and you managed to pique my interest enough to watch the show!

[Peronath]

Love the story. Chuck was a great show Yvonne always good to see more of!

[FAQ]

Thanks for posting this @FAQ. I really enjoyed it and you managed to pique my interest enough to watch the show!

Glad to hear that you like the story, even gladder to hear that you might start watching Chuck! It's a really good show with some great charcaters. It was constantly on the verge of cancellation and barely made it to a 5th season by the skin of its teeth. If in your watch you notice a lot of blatant Subway pandering, know that's because Subway more-or-less paid for the show in its last 3 years.

[FAQ]

Sarah Versus the First Love
by: FAQ
Starring: Yvonne Strahovski as Sarah Walker
and Jordana Brewster as Jill Roberts
This takes place during season 2 ep. 7 Chuck Versus the Fat Lady
Codes: FF, oral, anal, mild violence

Sarah should have been used to this by now. How many times in her life did she have to feel this sense of disappointment, anger and hurt? How many times did she have to suffer through the betrayal of someone she trusted?

It took her until she was immersed in her CIA training for Sarah to realize how much her father’s cons were all about the profit and not about her, but that didn’t stop her stomach from eating itself in sorrow. Her best-friend Carina, as much as they loved each other, had left Sarah to fend for herself if the reward was worth it on a few occasions.

Those times weren’t as bad, as Sarah knew that Carina knew she was leaving Sarah in an easily survivable situations and that softened the blow, but the mere thought of her closest friend leaving her for the right price sent chills through her every time. 

It didn’t matter that this time she was just on the side-lines of the betrayal this time. The brunt of the shattered trust fell on Chuck’s shoulders. But Sarah, being closer than she should be towards her asset, felt the entirety of Chuck’s pain as if it was her own. Not to mention she felt her own pang of personal betrayal considering... what happened.

Now Sarah was standing with Casey in the main room of Castle, the secret operations base built beneath a cover frogurt shop the CIA had created, sitting in front of the main monitor, both of their attention on the screen.

Displayed in the image was a woman strapped to a chair in the middle of an otherwise empty room. Her head was bent down toward her chest, making it impossible to see her face through her long hair, but Sarah and Casey didn’t need to see her face to know who she was.

Jill Roberts. One time love of Chuck’s life was now an enemy agent who betrayed her country and was now about to go away for a long, long time.

Jill had been Chuck’s first big girlfriend, easily his first love, before she broke up with him back in Stanford and sent him into a downward spiral that put him in the motionless rut that he had called his life before Bryce sent him the Intersect. But after a chance run in a few days ago and a few spy related misunderstandings, Chuck and Jill were back together and Chuck was happier than Sarah had ever seen him.

There were a few bumps mostly centering on Chuck having to hide his spy life from his old-new beau, but once Chuck told her the truth, for the most part, everything seemed to happily fall into place.

Unfortunately that was when Jill sprung her trap.

Jill revealed herself as an agent of Fulcrum, an organization that desperately wanted its hands on the Intersect in order to fulfill their deadly ambitions. She pretended to get herself and her partner caught in order to gain access and control of Castle. Then they would not only get back the names of Fulcrum agents undercover in high raking positions throughout the CIA, NSA, and FBI that Operation Bartowski recently acquired, but also to use the computers to find Bryce Larkin, the man who sent Chuck the Intersect in the first place, who Fulcrum mistakenly believes to be the Human Intersect.

After a few close calls against the Fulcrum agents, Operation Bartowski, as well as the unlikely assistance from the Buy More manager Big Mike, was able to secure and arrest Jill and her partner, with Chuck finally able to put Jill in the past after he saw her almost kill Sarah.

Now Chuck was up in the Buy More, trying to take his mind off of things with his friend Morgan. He would be back in time to see Jill taken away but right now he needed space from the heartbreaking world of international espionage.

While Sarah wanted to try to help and comfort Chuck, she knew he didn’t want that right now. Besides, she needed to be in Castle now. Mainly because she was ordered to be there by General Beckman, but partly because she needed an urgent matter of her own taken care of.

“How does someone do it,” Casey questioned with a grunt, still looking at the restrained figure on the screen.

“Do what?” Sarah inquired. She was half listening, gathering up the nerve to ask her own question.

“How does someone like her,” Casey responded, indicating Jill with a nudge of his chin, “an All-American girl, a Stanford graduate and a doctor, get involved with scum like Fulcrum?”

Sarah couldn’t help but wonder the same thing, something that Chuck had resolved to not dwell over in fear it would drive him mad. Jill was raised by a loving family, had an active childhood including girl scouts, sports, and various clubs in school. She never had any contact with anybody who could be considered deadly until…

“The must have gotten her at Stanford,” Sarah answered. “We know that Fulcrum is recruiting from all over the country through colleges. They must have cornered her, promised to help her somehow, they asked for one in return and it just snowballed. We’ve seen it before.”

A grunt was Casey’s reply.

Ignoring her partner’s lack of communication, Sarah pushed forward with her own question. “Listen, Casey, could I have five minutes alone with her?”

Casey glanced up at her, eyebrow cocked in amusement. “Going to let her know how you really feel about her treatment of the luckless wonder?”

“No, I just need to ask her something,” Sarah explained rather vaguely. “And I need you to do something for me. Call it a big favor.”

Casey didn’t respond, so Sarah asked her ‘big favor’.

“I need you to turn off the camera’s audio,” she said rather quickly, before hurriedly adding, “I know that this breaks all protocol and is against all rules, but I need to talk to her, but it’s about a private matter not a national security one, so I think it would be okay if you just let this one slide and – ”

“Yeah whatever,” Casey cut her off than proceeded to do just what Sarah asked and cut off the audio in Jill’s cell. Sarah was astonished at how quickly her partner acted and it must of shown on her face because when Casey turned back to her he gave a sigh of exasperation and explained, “Look, I don’t care that you have to whine about how cruel Dr. Roberts was to your boy toy, just don’t rough her up too much.”

That wasn’t exactly what Sarah wanted to talk to Jill about, but rather than look a gift horse in the mouth, she said, “Thanks Casey. I’ll only be a few minutes” and left the room.

As Sarah traveled the short distance between the main room and Jill cell, she tried to psych herself up for this.

‘Come on Sarah, you need to do this. You know how important this is. She’s just one woman and she’s strapped to a friggin’ chair. What can she do?’

That was the problem though. Sarah knew what Jill could do with the information she had and it made her flesh crawl just thinking about it.

When Sarah reached Jill’s cell she was able to see what had been displayed on the monitor in main room in the flesh. Jill actually looked more pathetic than she did on the screen. Someone of her intelligence and beauty strapped to a chair just whiling the minutes away until her punishment is dealt just seemed wrong, but it was what she was asking for by betraying her country.

Sarah quickly plugged in the passcode and the door opened allowing Sarah to enter the small room. The door slid shut when Sarah was inside.

Jill didn’t look up when Sarah entered. Sarah knew she wasn’t asleep just that she preferred to stay uninvolved. She had refused to speak to anyone since Chuck placed her under arrest and avoided eye contact as much as possible.

“Jill,” Sarah began, feeling no reason or desire to beat around the bush, “I need to ask you something.”

No response.

“Keep in mind that no matter what your answer is it won’t help your case,” Sarah continued. “You’re still going to jail for the same length of time.”

Jill still said and did nothing.

Not wanting to prolong the stimulating conversation, Sarah finally got to the point.

“I just need to know something. It’s a yes or no question and a rather simple one at that.” Sarah took a calming breath and, after confirming for her own personal ease that the camera in the corner wasn’t picking up what she was saying, asked the question that she needed to know the answer to.

“Will you tell anyone?”

**********

Four Days Earlier

Knock, knock, knock.

“Jill, please open the door.”

The hotel hallway was otherwise silent save for the knocking and pleading currently taking place outside one of the rooms, a silence that the occupant of the desired room was taking part in.

“Jill, please. I want to explain,” came the next plea.

Sarah knew she was overstepping her bounds as Chuck’s handler but she couldn’t just sit around and do nothing while Chuck was so impatient to apologize and come up with some way to convince Jill to forgive him. So Sarah volunteered to go in Chuck’s place, figuring it didn’t matter if Jill hated Sarah as long as she found a way to forgive Chuck.

“Explain what?” an incredulous reply asked through the door. “What other explanation could there be for the two of you stripped to your underwear soaking wet in a hotel room?”

Sarah’s felt a flash of triumph. She had been standing here knocking for a couple of minutes without so much as a “screw you” thrown at her and now she was getting curious, albeit angry, questions.

 “I’ll tell you if you let me in. I can’t have this conversation through a door in the hallway,” Sarah insisted.

She thought she heard a sigh before the sound of a lock being undone preluded the swinging open of the hotel room door.

Sarah was greeted with the sight of a very annoyed and angry Jill Roberts.  She was clad in a fluffy white robe that went to her ankles and her long hair went half-way down her back. Even though she stood a few inches lower than her, the anger that was undoubtedly directed toward Sarah seemed to make her bigger.

But Sarah could read the tell-tale signs all women knew to know that while Jill’s face was a mask of anger, she had just recently been crying. Her eyes were slightly red and puffy and the sleeves of her robe had spots of wetness on them indicating Jill had just wiped her eyes before answering the door.

“Can’t you just leave me alone? I’m only in town for a few days, why can’t you people just let me be,” Jill asked, the hurt and anger all too evident in her voice.

“Because Chuck cares about you and wants you to know the truth,” Sarah simply stated.

Jill was now standing with her arms crossed giving Sarah her best withering glare. “I already know the truth. I saw the truth with my own eyes and even heard it after Chuck broadcasted it,” she argued.

Sarah didn’t know what Jill meant by ‘broadcasted it’ but she brushed it aside and pushed on.

“What you saw I’ll admit looked very bad, but there was a reason for it. Just please let me explain,” Sarah implored.

Jill looked wary. “Why isn’t Chuck the one trying to beg my forgiveness? He’s already left me about a dozen messages.”

“He wanted to, but I thought it might be better if I tried first. I don’t really care if you hate me so I have no reason to lie about this” Sarah explained, figuring that she might as well tell the truth about everything since she was here.

“Oh wow. That makes me feel so much better, thanks for coming Agent Walker,” Jill mocked as she moved to shut the door but was stopped by Sarah’s hand.

“Look, I’m sorry if that sounded to blunt, but I figured you deserved the truth about everything,” Sarah explained. “Now please, will you let me come in so we can talk?”

If possible, Jill now seemed even more wary than she had before. “Why do you need to come in? All you wanted to do was tell me what happened today, so tell.”

Sarah shook her head “No” and clarified. “It has to do with my job. I can’t just talk about it in the hallway.”

Jill knew the truth about Chuck’s life, so Sarah was sure Jill knew she wasn’t talking about her oh-so-important job dispensing smoothies at the local Orange Orange.

Jill still looked apprehensive, but the logical side of her seemed to win over the angry side this time as she nodded her head in understanding.

“Yeah, I guess you can’t really be having discussions about national secrets in the middle of a hotel,” Jill conceded as she stepped aside to let Sarah in.

“Thank you,” Sarah told Jill as she entered the room. It was a standard hotel room with a bed, night stand and bathroom on one side and a desk, dresser, closet, and TV on the other. In fact, given the stature of the hotel and the party Jill had been traveling with, the room was actually better Sarah’s apartment. The petty portion of her felt kind of rankled at this, but she quickly got over it to focus on more important things, like the reason she was here.

Sarah moved to stand in the middle of the room than turned to face Jill, who still had her arms crossed and not looking too pleased at the fact that Sarah was now in her room.

“So what did you want to tell me,” Jill asked, all too ready to show the blond woman the door.
But Sarah, despite having nothing else on her mind the entire trip over from Castle, found her attention on something else at the moment.

The door to Jill’s bathroom was ajar with the lights on. Lying in a rumpled heap on a chair sat a fluffy white towel. From her position in the room she could see in the reflection of the bathroom mirror that the shower curtain was moved to the side, away from the wall that held the controls to the shower.

Sarah’s mouth went dry as the implications of everything her eyes were telling her along with the fact that Jill was standing in a bathrobe led her to one conclusion.

Sarah obviously couldn’t tell but she was willing to bet a lot that Jill was wearing a robe and nothing else and she was wearing only that because Sarah had interrupted her right before she entered the shower. The idea that the only thing standing between Sarah’s eyes and Jill’s nude form was a very loose fitting bathrobe was almost as tantalizing a thought as the one swimming thorough her head of Jill standing under the spray of her shower, water streaming down her hair and body, making her lightly bronzed skin shiny and wet. Sarah had to restrain herself from letting out a moan of lust.

She had always loved shower sex. She got off so hard at the idea of getting in something that was designed to make you clean and fresh and just getting as filthy as possible. She loved being on her knees with a hard cock or soft pussy in her mouth feeling the pressure of the water on her head as she made her lover wetter than any shower could. Or being pressed against the slippery walls and getting slammed from behind by fingers or a cock, real or rubber, as her lover whispered filthy promises in her ear.

“Sarah!”

Sarah’s eyes whipped forward to Jill. “Say what you’re going to say and get out,” Jill snapped. She hadn’t taken too kindly to Sarah daydreaming in the middle of her room when she just wanted the tall blonde to leave as soon as possible.

“Right, sorry. Was lost in thought there for a second,” Sarah apologized, the blush spreading on her cheeks showing how embarrassed she felt at being caught.

“Now Jill, what you saw today wasn’t Chuck and I in the middle of a tryst,” Sarah began, getting to the reason she had stopped by tonight: fixing Chuck’s relationship.

“Oh, then, what was it?” Jill asked. “What other reason would I find the two of you alone in a hotel room soaking wet in your underwear?”

“Well,” continued Sarah, “you know that we were on a mission today too – ”

“Too find secret information not to fuck!” Jill shouted.

“We weren’t fucking!” Sarah shouted right back, getting a little tired of Jill’s paranoia and interruptions and decided to just get to the point instead of having to fight off Jill’s anger. “We thought we were dying!”

This shut Jill up. Her brow, which before was scrunched up in irritation was now relaxed, all anger in her body deflated like a popped balloon.

“Dying? Why were you dying?” inquired Jill, her voice now full of concern.

“We weren’t actually dying, we just thought we were” Sarah cleared up. When Jill still looked confused Sarah continued. “We found the information we were looking for, but it was locked in this box. When Chuck opened it sprayed the both of us with a powder. Casey and I thought it might have been some kind of toxin, so Casey went to get a containment unit while Chuck and I – ”

“Needed to decontaminate yourselves,” finished Jill, a look of dawning realization washing over her face.

“Right, we thought we were in danger,” Sarah carried on, thankful for the first time that she knew Jill that she was a doctor specializing in bio chemicals.

“So you got out of the contaminated clothes and got in the shower to wash away any chemicals that might have been on your skin,” finished Jill, the anger that had been with her since the moment she first opened the door long gone and replaced a giant smile. Any doubts that Jill had about Chuck’s fidelity were extinguished. “And when Chuck opened the door?” Jill asked, thinking she knew the answer but wanting to hear it anyway.

“We thought it was Casey,” Sarah answered. “We didn’t even think that it could have been someone else.”

“Of course you didn’t,” agreed Jill. “I can’t imagine what I would do if that were me. I think I would have just crouched into a corner and cried,” she laughed.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t have,” scoffed Sarah. “From what Chuck’s told me about you I’m sure you would have done just fine.”

Jill smiled at the complement before gasping in shock.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe how mean I’ve been!” cried Jill, wringing her hands in worry and began to pace the room. “I’ve been so rude to you, I’m sorry!”

“It’s fine,” Sarah insisted, brushing off Jill’s apology. “It was a rather bad thing for a girlfriend to walk in on.”

Jill stopped pacing and laughed at that and said, “Yeah, I don’t know how many other relationships could survive finding your boyfriend in his underwear with a busty blond,” before reverting back to her worried, regretful bluster. “But it’s not just you! I’ve been cold to Chuck too. He’s been calling me all day and I’ve been ignoring him every time, listening to his messages asking to talk and explains, but I was too stubborn and angry to call back.”

Sarah let Jill expound on her guilt for about thirty more seconds before grabbing her arm and stopping her track around the room.

“Jill, this is Chuck you’re talking about!” Sarah explained while stroking her robe covered arm in comfort, as if telling her that the sun was hot. “He’s not the kind of guy to break up with someone over a simple misunderstanding. “

Jill looked slightly ashamed as she turned her face away from Sarah’s gaze and said, “I know that. Chuck’s a great guy, but I know how much I hurt him when I broke up with him and I’m just worried.”

“Worried about what?” asked Sarah. “Worried that he’s going to get payback and hurt you?” She couldn’t keep the disbelief out of her voice because the thought of Chuck intentionally hurting somebody he cared for like that for some petty revenge was like imagining a boring Captain Awesome or a respectable Jeff and Lester.

“I know, I know, that’s not the kind of guy Chuck is,” Jill conceded. “But I couldn’t help it. That phone call I got before I came to your room didn’t help much either.”

“What phone call?” Sarah inquired, truly confused at this. When did Chuck have time to call Jill?

“I don’t think he meant to call. It was probably one of those pocket dial things,” expounded Jill. “But when I picked up the phone it was Chuck talking about needing an hour to have sex, how exhausted he was and wondering why your knees weren’t hurting.” She felt her face flush as she told Sarah all of this but that was nothing compared to the shade of red that had washed over Sarah’s face.

She could now clearly remember when all of those things were said and thought she would die of embarrassment as all of the things she and Chuck said that, taken out of context, could easily be misinterpreted.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you heard that!” Sarah exclaimed mortified. “We were crawling through the air ducts Jill, I swear. We weren’t doing anything else. You have to believe me!”

“I do believe you Sarah,” Jill reassured the other woman. “I just didn’t know what to believe then coupled with what I saw in your room…” she trailed off, the rest of her sentence unnecessary.

The two of them stood there, not really sure what else to say.

Sarah supposed she should leave now. She had done what she told Chuck she was going to do and Jill seemed perfectly understanding now. She should let Jill get back to her shower, call Chuck and tell him not to worry any more.

But she didn’t want to. As much as her mind was telling her to leave, another part was trying to give her every reason to stay; a part that hadn’t made itself known to Sarah since that night in a sandwich shop a couple months ago.

Sarah was pulled from her thoughts when Jill said, “I want to thank you Sarah.”

“That’s not necessary,” Sarah insisted, removing her hand from Jill’s arm.

“But it is,” Jill asserted. “You didn’t have to come out here tonight. You could have just left this between Chuck and me, but you showed how lucky Chuck is to have such a caring person in his life.” Now it was Jill’s turn to be comforting as she brought her hand up and placed it on Sarah’s shoulder causing a shiver to trail down the blonde’s spine.

“N-no problem,” Sarah stammered. She wasn’t usually one to trip over her own words, but she always stumbled a bit when she was attracted to someone that she knew she shouldn’t be. But right now Jill was just too tempting. The brunette was making her thinks naughty thoughts Sarah so wanted to fulfill but knew she shouldn’t. She had to get out of their before she did something she regretted.

Abruptly jerking from Jill’s grasp, Sarah looked over at the clock on the nightstand and said, in a wildly transparent voice, “Oh look at the time. 9:30 already? I should really get going. I haven’t closed down the store yet.”

That was partially true. While she had left her cover job at the Orange Orange to come here, she asked Casey to cover for her, promising she would make it up to him later somehow. But Jill didn’t need to know that.

“Oh! Okay,” responded Jill, rather taken aback at the suddenness of Sarah’s announcement. Not sure what to do with the hand that was formerly resting on Sarah’s shoulder, she used it push her hair back behind her ear and shoulder, exposing her neck.

“Yeah, I’ll just let you get back to whatever it is you were doing and I’ll see you later,” Sarah said in a hurry moving toward the door, fighting off the urge she had to just nibble at the flesh Jill had just exposed to her horny eyes.

“Sarah,” Jill called out as Sarah’s hand grasped the door handle. “Are you alright?” she asked, genuinely concerned.

“Of course,” Sarah said in a voice that she knew was clearly flustered. She looked back at the smaller woman and saw the alarm at Sarah’s abrupt actions in her eyes but she didn’t have time to worry about mollifying Jill’s concern. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she added before opening the door and stepping out into the hallway, having the sense to shut the door slowly so not to disturb anyone else.

Sarah slumped against the door, her hands behind her back, trying to force her libido down.

It’s not like it was news to Sarah that Jill is a smokin’ hottie. She noticed that the first moment she met Chuck’s first love. She had just never been in a room alone with her for such a long period of time, much less when Jill was nearly naked. If Sarah hadn’t already had one of Chuck’s ex’s as a notch in her bedpost it would be much easier to ignore the pull she felt towards Jill.

But the last time was different. Lou, Chuck’s old ex-girlfriend, wasn’t the product of Sarah wanting some pussy and taking it. She was ordered by General Beckman to get close to her to find out if she was friend or foe.

There’s no such reasoning with Jill. If she was just a normal girlfriend of Chuck’s Beckman might have given the order again, considering the great job Sarah did with Lou. But Jill knows about Chuck’s spy life. She helped them out of a jam that would have resulted in the deaths of not only Chuck and Casey but numerous civilians a couple days ago. And while it’s true Jill doesn’t know Chuck is the Intersect, she still hasn’t had any negative reaction to Chuck’s spy life.

Sarah couldn’t help but smile when she thought of Lou. That had been such a hot night. She made Casey make a copy of the disc they recorded of the shop camera’s and brought it out whenever she felt overwhelmingly horny and Carina was unreachable for some hot international phone sex.

She never saw Lou again after the next morning. The woman stopped by Sarah’s prior cover job and asked what had happened the night before. Sarah just told her the two of them had a few drinks, Lou a few too many, and Sarah took her home.

It wasn’t long after that Chuck and Sarah shared a passionate kiss which resulted in Chuck’s feelings to resurface and he had to break-up with Lou.

Since then Lou had expanded her shop, leaving her Burbank store and moving to the OC to man a bigger branch. Sarah used the resources at her disposal to follow up on Lou since she moved, to make sure her forgotten night with Sarah didn’t cause any harm.

Quite the contrary, actually, much to Sarah’s surprise, Lou had in fact started up a relationship with another woman, some girl named Summer. Apparently even if she believed her hook-up with Sarah was just a dream it made a giant impact on Lou’s life.

Shaking her head to forget about Lou (for the moment, anyway) Sarah forced herself to forget any thoughts of passion she felt towards Jill. She and Chuck’s relationship could be permanent, and with no sign of the Intersect leaving Chuck’s brain anytime soon that meant Sarah would have to be around her as well.

Sarah would just have to put Jill in one of the rare columns of women that she wanted but could never try anything with. It shouldn’t be too hard of a task. After all, she already saw one of those every day when she stopped by the Bartowski’s.

All ready to put all of her lust for Jill behind her, Sarah started to walk away when she noticed something.

The door handle hadn’t returned to its regular closed position. In some fluke of luck it was jammed still pointing down, which meant that the door wasn’t locked.

Sarah’s heart was pounding in her chest. Jill’s door handle getting stuck right when Sarah was contemplating whether or not to have sex with the woman was too much of a coincidence to ignore.

Her desires overriding her morals, Sarah pushed open the door a crack slowly, afraid that any sudden movements would snap the handle up thereby locking her out. She listened for any sound that would indicate Jill was in the main room and when the only sound that greeted her ears was the rushing water from the shower, Sarah opened the door fully and entered the room again.

Sarah closed the door as slowly as she opened it as to not attract Jill’s attention and when the door was shut (and the lock firmly in place) the first thing Sarah did was slip off her sneakers. She couldn’t risk them and any noise they might make on the floor alerting Jill.

Still not believing that she was doing this after convincing herself this was wrong, Sarah hesitated about what to do next. Did she strip down to her underwear and lie in bed, does she stay full clothed and try for a straight out seduction like she did with Lou, or does she join Jill in the shower.

The thought isn’t even finished sounding off in her mind before Sarah began ridding herself of her clothes. She didn’t know how much longer Jill would be in the shower so she didn’t dawdle. And she didn’t want to talk herself out of doing this. The devil on her shoulder was currently louder than the angel, but the angel was still putting up a decent fight.

She had only changed her top and tossed on a jacket when she left the Orange Orange so it didn’t take long for her leather jacket and red shirt to be discarded to the floor. They were quickly followed by her bra and the orange hair band that’s part of her uniform she hadn’t bothers removing before. Standing topless in Jill’s room wasn’t enough though, so it took no time at all for her to push down her khaki pants and panties in one swoop, shucking them off on top of her jacket before whipping her socks off leaving herself bare.

Giving her body a brief sweep in the mirror, Sarah moved as delicately as she could to the bathroom door. As she got closer she thought she could hear Jill singing over the rush of the shower but that was fine to Sarah. Anything that could keep Jill preoccupied long enough for Sarah to enter the bathroom without detection was fine with her.

Gradually pushing the door open, Sarah was trying to think of the best thing she could say to Jill that was sexy yet non-threatening when she heard something that threw all thoughts of sex from her mind.

Now that the door was open Sarah could plainly hear that Jill was definitely not singing. In fact she was as far off from singing as one could get. Sarah couldn’t hear the entirety of what the bathing woman was saying over the sound of the pouring water and her own distractions, but what she did hear was more than enough to get the point across.

“-uck! Yes, right there baby. Right there!”

‘She’s thinking about Chuck!,’ Sarah thought she was going to be sick. She had never been more disgusted with herself. Here she was about to slip into the shower with another woman, when the woman was frigging herself thinking of her boyfriend. Her amazing, loving boyfriend who Sarah cared immensely for as well and would never do anything to hurt.

‘I can’t do this. I’ve got to get out of here’ Sarah thought, her mental decision and regret she was feeling caused her to instinctively cover her body with her arms even though Jill didn’t know she was there. She was just about to go put her clothes back on when, once again, she was stopped right in her tracks, this time by the next words out of Jill’s mouth.

“Fuck me Sarah! Get your fingers deep in me! I need to come around your fingers!”

Sarah could feel her jaw slacken and hang open in shock but it didn’t stay their very long.

Her surprise at hearing Jill masturbating, not to thoughts of her loving boyfriend, but to Sarah changed everything. The confidence that had shrunk away when she first heard Jill’s words came stampeding back and it brought friends. Sarah’s pussy, already pretty wet from the constant thoughts of fucking Jill, now felt nice and damp when Sarah reached down to stroke herself.

Licking the evidence of her arousal from her fingers, Sarah gave no more hesitation and opened the door.

She counted on Jill being too lost in her own self-pleasure that she would not notice her door opening and her assumption was correct as Jill continued her frenzied babbling without missing a beat as Sarah approached the shower curtain.

“Almost there, Sarah! So close. I’m gonna cum! Gonna cum!! Please make me cum!!!”

“If you insist,” said Sarah, pushing aside the curtain, revealing the woman it was concealing to Sarah’s lust filled eyes. “But only because you said ‘please’.”

“SARAH!!!” Jill yelled, half out of surprise, half from ecstasy. Her body was jerking against the wall which she was resting against, her hips thrusting up and down with her hand fused between her legs. Sarah’s sudden presence, however, made Jill remove her fingers from where they were buried, but that seemed to make the situation worse as the sensation of her fingers being removed from her pussy seemed to extend Jill’s pleasure.

Sarah allowed Jill to come down from her high, taking her sweet time in raking the woman over multiple times with her eyes.

Jill’s legs were shaking from the battle she seemed to be having with her body to stay standing and, while they weren’t as long as Sarah’s own, they were definitely two lovely specimens Sarah longed to pay lavish attention to. Sarah couldn’t see the mound perched between them because Jill was coming down from her orgasm was staring to panic slightly and tried to cover herself. What she could make out was a definite lack of hair. Whether it was all gone or just groomed Sarah couldn’t make out.

Her boobs, while obviously much smaller than Sarah’s own pair, were still a good healthy B-cup. Maybe they were bigger than Lou’s, but she would have to get her hands on them to really make sure, a comparison Sarah would be all too happy to make, including seeing if her pointy brown nipples were as sensitive as her previous female lover.

Jill’s hair was plastered to her forehead and neck from the water, her already long bangs stopping right above her eyebrows, making her seem much angrier than her eyes told Sarah she was. The two brown orbs were currently wide with confusion and lust, staring up at Sarah, with Jill utterly lost for words.

She quickly found them quickly though.

“Sarah! What are you doing here?! You left. I know you did so how did you get in? Were you listening at the door the whole time?! How dare you! Just because you’re a spy doesn’t give you the right to – not that there was anything to listen to! I was just…just…”

“Relaxing?” Sarah helped, as she stepped into the shower. When the warm flow of water met her skin she let out a moan of satisfaction, her nipples hardening to points at both the temperature and Jill’s attempts to hide her lust. Sarah than began moving closer to Jill, whose small, cramped shower now seemed like a runway with how long it took Jill to back up against the wall.

“Yeah, relaxing,” Jill agreed, willing to say anything to keep Sarah off her as long as possible.

“Do you often relax while moaning another woman’s name,” teased Sarah as Jill finally ran out of room to back up, though the fact that she hadn’t jumped out of the shower yet gave Sarah hope. “Or, a better question,” Sarah added, placing her hands lightly on Jill’s wrists from where they rested over her goodies, “do you often relax while moaning my name?”

“Th-that wasn’t y-you,” Jill stammered, the proximity of the buxom blonde making it hard for her to concentrate on what she was saying. “That was an… that was another Sarah and – don’t!” Jill’s half-hearted plea cut across her weak excuse as Sarah moved Jill’s arms to her side, fully exposing the brunette’s body to Sarah’s starving eyes.

Doing this proved at least one thing to the NSA agent: Jill was as baby bare down below as Sarah was.

“You shouldn’t cover up a body this beautiful, Jill,” Sarah cooed as she held Jill’s arms to her sides. She didn’t have a tight grip on them, just enough to let Jill know she wanted them there, but Jill could easily break free if she wanted, which Sarah was delighted to see she didn’t even attempt to do. In fact the only protests Jill’s body were giving off were the one’s coming out of her mouth, and they were so feeble Sarah knew she didn’t mean them.

“I certainly hope you enjoyed yourself, Jill, because I’m about to make you feel even better,” purred Sarah as she pressed her body against the smaller girl, her back now getting the brunt of the falling water. Both women groaned in delight and closed their eyes at the contact, Sarah’s bigger pair of breast’s flattening Jill’s, with both sets of nipples rubbing against each other. Sarah managed to wriggle her left leg between Jill’s and let it rest their there, not wanting to move it just yet. When Sarah opened her eyes she saw Jill looking up with the smallest trace of resistance left in her. All she needed was one last push and she would be sent tumbling down the precipice Sarah was putting her on.

“We can’t do this,” said Jill, making Sarah mentally roll her eyes. Jill was giving voice to the small bit of conscience that was still floundering in the ocean that was Sarah’s lust filled mind that Sarah was able to overlook at the moment. “This is so wrong. What about mmppffhh!!”

Jill’s words were muffled by the strong lips that had pressed themselves to her. Sarah didn’t want to hear any more excuses (especially the kind that made sense) and shut the smaller woman up with a way that never failed to work.

Despite her last second protests Jill eagerly fell into the kiss Sarah had planted on her, almost instantly opening her mouth granting Sarah access, an offer the blonde took at once, thrusting her tongue inside to be greeted with Jill’s own.

The two women moaned into each other’s mouths as their tongues stroked and danced together. Confident that she had Jill now, Sarah released Jill’s wrists from her light grasp and brought the right hand up to cup and stroke Jill’s face as they explored each other’s mouths and her left hand gripped Jill’s hip.

Jill was the more forward of the two. Already immensely aroused by her previous orgasm she didn’t want to wait for Sarah to go through the motions of exploring her body; there would be time for that later. She just wanted the blonde to fuck her.

So skipping the rest of the delights Sarah’s body presented to her, Jill’s hands shot down to grab Sarah’s ass. Jill ignored the moan this elicited from the blonde and used her grip on Sarah as leverage to thrust herself down so Sarah’s thigh was now firmly planted against Jill mound.

“Fuck!” Both girls grunted at the contact. Sarah knew what Jill wanted and gave it to her right away. She began sliding her leg between Jill’s, rubbing the sensitive flesh pressing against her.

“Oh god,” Jill panted, unable to continue kissing Sarah.

“Fuck, Jill! Your pussy is so wet I can feel it through the water," Sarah growled, her hands disengaging from their previous positions and reaching around to take hold of Jill's firm ass.

Jill smirked up at Sarah and moaned, "You’re not so bad yourself." To prove her point, Jill removed one of her hands from the firm grip it had on Sarah's ass and shoved it between Sarah's legs and thrust two fingers right in to Sarah's sopping hole.

"Shit!" Sarah yelped, the abrupt insertion of Jill's slim digits making Sarah halt in her pumping leg.

She was quickly reminded to get back to work, though, when Jill reared back her free hand and brought it down to Sarah's full ass and commanded, "Don't stop, Sarah! Fuck me while I'm fucking you!!"

Sarah didn't often find herself taking orders from civilians, but she made an exception this time and got back to the task at hand: getting Jill Roberts to cum all over her thigh.

“Fuuuuuucckkk,” Sarah moaned as Jill’s hand continued to pick up speed with every thrust of Sarah’s thigh, which made Sarah even more determined to get Jill off quicker, causing her to move faster as well until the two women got each other rising in a circle of passion, each one working harder to receive that sweet reward.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jill growled, her head dipping down to get her mouth on Sarah’s tits. This caused a slight discomfort in her neck, for while Sarah may be taller than her new lover, the closeness of the two bodies made Jill have to bend her neck in a stranger fashion than she was used to. But Jill certainly wasn’t complaining as her mouth captured the right nipple between her lips. She sucked and flicked the little nub until it seemed on the bursting point before switching over to the left, trailing the path with her tongue. She took a slight detour when she reached the valley of Sarah’s cleavage, giving it a quick vertical swipe, before finishing the trip and attacking the destined nipple.

All the while she never stopped pumping her fingers into Sarah’s continually damp snatch.

“God damn it, you’re good.” Sarah panted through gritted teeth, as Jill hit a particularly sweet spot inside her. “You’ve definitely done this before.”

“Of course,” Jill responded, barely removing her lips from the diamond cutting tips. “I was in a sorority,” she finished before giving one last lick to Sarah’s nipple then lifted her head to kiss Sarah.

Both women were now moaning feverishly into each other’s mouth, Sarah sliding her tongue into the shorter woman’s to begin another fight, though this one isn’t as passionate as the one lower. The pink organs clashed in the Jill’s mouth as Sarah, unable to keep a safe balance on Jill and stay standing at the same time, reluctantly removed one of her hands from Jill’s ass to place it against the wall. If Sarah wasn’t so preoccupied at the moment she would have been ecstatic to see the red nail marks she had dug into Jill’s cheek.

As it was, Sarah was too focused on thrusting her leg as fast and hard as she could against Jill’s cunt and the two fingers pisnoting like a steam engine between her own. Now that she only had one hand on Jill’s ass, she gripped the girl even harder than before, practically yanking Jill to and fro on Sarah’s slippery thigh.

“FUCK!!” Sarah shouted, disengaging their kiss as Jill decided to spice things up a little and began twisting her fingers as she pumped, causing  her fingers to basically spiral whenever she plunged in. “Fuck my tight fucking cunt, Jill!” Sarah commanded. “Use my hot spy pussy and make me come all over your hand!”

“Make me come all over your amazing fucking thigh and I’ll make you come all over my hand,” Jill compromised, loving the feel of Sarah’s walls starting to clench on her fingers. It was starting to make it harder to penetrate, but that just motivated Jill to fuck her even faster.

“Deal,” agreed Sarah. She had made many compromises and deals in her life as a spy, but none more rewarding than the one proposed just now.

Now more determined than ever to get Jill off, Sarah decided to use the trick she knew would make the good doctor lose it.

By now both women were soaked head to toe from the water. They had barely paid any mind to the streaming liquid, as the two were too focused on the tasks at hand, but now Sarah was all too aware and glad it was there.

Knowing she was close to her release, Sarah moved as fast as she could so the two of them could come together. She let go of Jill’s other ass cheek, which was similarly marked as its twin, but instead of having join the other hand on the wall, is slipped in between the two supple ass cheeks, finding Jill’s crack.

Jill shuddered and her already fevered moans which Sarah knew meant she was close to release (she had been with too many women in her life to not know this tell-tale sign) became even louder as Sarah’s index finger trailed down to meet Jill’s drenched pussy, still fused to Sarah’s thigh. But instead of dipping in to help frig Jill’s already stimulated pussy, it trailed back up the path it came before the real target.

Jill gasped as Sarah’s finger poked her asshole. She grinned up at Sarah and asked, “What do you think you’re going to do there?”

Sarah answer was to lean down and lick up the stretch of Jill’s neck.  She traced Jill’s jawline with her tongue before reaching her ear and whispered in a husky voice, “I’m going to fuck your hot little ass, that’s what I’m thinking.”

“Mmmmmmmm,” Jill moaned as Sarah slowed her pumping leg but compensated by pressing harder on Jill’s back hole. She didn’t penetrate, but it was enough to get Jill’s already revving engines to kick into overdrive. “That’s what I thought. And who said you could fuck me back there, hm?” Jill asked, her voice just as husky and lustful as Sarah’s.

Sarah pulled away from nibbling Jill’s ear to look her in the eyes. Once she had those big brown orbs locked onto her own blue pair, Sarah answered.

“I did,” she snarled, and without further ado, she pushed her finger in.

“AHHHHHH FFFFFFFUCK!!!” Jill shouted as, not only was Sarah pumping her finger in and out of her ass (only up to a knuckle; Sarah’s didn’t want to hurt her) but Sarah really began to give it to Jill’s pussy, grinding her thigh as hard and as fast against the pink lips and clit pressed against it as she could, finally sending Jill over the edge. “Fuck my ass, Sarah! Fuck my tight fucking ass while you get your leg covered in my CUUUUUM!!!”

It would have been so easy for Jill just to rest her body back against the tiled wall to let this goddess ravage her body and steal all of her cum, but while Jill was many things, a selfish lover wasn’t one of them. So, halting her twisting technique in Sarah’s pussy, she instead placed her palm flat against Sarah’s clit and tried to pump her fingers as fast as she could while grinding palm as hard as she could against the hard nub pressing against it.

“OH SHIT!!! FUCK YEAH!!!” Sarah cried. The double stimulation of her pussy and clit from one hand proved to be too much for her body to take. Add to that the tight suction surrounding Sarah’s finger and convulsing pussy and Sarah Walker was now one happy cumming woman.

“HERE I CUUUUUUUUUMMMM!!!” Sarah shrieked her hollers echoing off the walls to join Jill’s as her pussy clamped down on Jill’s fingers, keeping them frozen in place inside her as her cunt covered them and the rest of her hand in her sticky cream.

Sarah and Jill stood there under the barrage of the cooling water, their faces buried in the other woman’s neck, as the last of their cum escaped their bodies. Only when they were satisfied they had drained everything they could from their partner did Jill remove her hand from Sarah’s pussy and Sarah took her finger out of Jill’s ass; Jill’s legs unclamped from around Sarah’s, allowing it to join its partner down on the floor.

When both women’s limbs were disentangled from the other, Sarah pressed her body completely against Jill’s, wrapping her arms around her back and enveloping the doctor’s lips in another kiss.

Jill reached up to wrap her own arms around Sarah’s neck, threading one of her hands into the blond hair resting there, unnecessarily keeping Sarah’s mouth fused to hers. Their tits were pressed together once again, their nipples rubbing, adding sparks to the already regenerating flame inside both women.

When they finally broke away for air, Sarah leaned her head down to rest her forehead against Jill’s and said, “Wow.”

Jill’s eyes were shut, trying to get her breathing under control, but was able to respond with, “I know.” She opened her eyes to look at Sarah. “Let’s do that again.”

Sarah licked her lips in response, Jill’s eyes following the teasing snake as it traced around those lips that were plump from frenzied kissing.

“If you insist,” Sarah agreed, wrenching one of her hands free from behind Jill to shut the water off. “But let’s do it somewhere softer. We don’t need to be all wrinkly.”

“Great idea,” complemented Jill as she watched Sarah step out of the shower. She paid particular attention to the blondes’ ass as she reached over to pick up a few towels from the rack.

Sarah sensed Jill’s eyes on her so, wanting to tease the girl before fucking her again, ‘accidently’ dropped the towel.

“Oops,” feigned Sarah, looking over her shoulder to Jill, who was still in the shower, her eyes not even trying to look up from Sarah’s fully displayed butt, “Clumsy me.”

Sarah s-l-o-w-l-y bent over, in her so important search for the towels that were one inch from her hands, yet seemed so hard to find. Sarah kept roaming her hands over the floor, all the while swaying her hips back in forth.

The rustle of the shower curtain was the only warning Sarah received before she felt those warm hands on her ass again. Jill’s hands seemed to be trying to map out every inch of supple flesh they could find as her voice cut through the fog that had swamped Sarah’s mind, “You’re such a fucking tease.”

“Tease? I’m not teasing anyone. I’m just trying to get the towels,” playfully defended Sarah, finally grasping the ever elusive towels and standing up straight. She turned around, regretfully causing Jill to stop touching her ass. She held one of the towels out to Jill and said, “Found them.”

Jill smirked and grabbed the offered towel. But instead of using it to wipe down her own body, she started to dry off Sarah.

Quickly deciding that this way was a much better way of getting dry, Sarah began repaying the favor.

For the next few minutes, Sarah and Jill made quite sure the other woman was bone dry everywhere except the one place that mattered: they spent more time than usually necessary cleaning around and on their tits and nipple; they actually did the opposite of their goal and made the other girl wetter when they rubbed the towels in between each other’s legs.

When both of them were so keyed up that they had pussy juice leaking down their legs, Jill dropped her towel and asked, “Why don’t we take this to the other room?”

Not surprisingly, Sarah approved of this plan.

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Clasping Sarah’s hand in her own, Jill pulled her out into the main room and shoved the taller woman on the bed. This caused Sarah’s tits to bounce and jiggle, as she threw her hair out of her face, leaving her body bare of all obstructions to Jill’s heated stare.

“What are you waiting for? Get over here and fuck me,” demanded Sarah, although the playful smile on her face showed she wasn’t being mean. “I’ve given you two orgasms while you’ve given me one. I think you owe me.”

Jill was just about to join the busty blonde on the soft bed, when Sarah’s words fully registered. Something wasn’t right with what Sarah said.

“Wait, what do you mean ‘you’ve given me two’? We both just got each other off, they were one a piece,” asked a confused Jill.

“Yeah, they were,” conceded Sarah. “But you rubbed one out before I joined you, while shouting my name.”

The cocky grin on her face just made Jill want to either smack it off her or lick it, she wasn’t picky.

Smirking at the woman’s playful arrogance, Jill countered her claim.

“Okay, blondie, let’s get a few things straight,” began Jill, approaching the bed where Sarah was sprawled and waiting for the talking to end and the fucking to begin. “One: I did all of the work before you barged in, so that point should really go to me.” While she was saying this, Sarah reached out with her legs to wrap them around Jill’s hips, pulling her closer to Sarah’s needy body. This caused Jill to stumble a bit. “B… no, Two, I didn’t even know we were taking points, so that’s not really fair. Three, or C, I already told you, I wasn’t thinking about you, but about another Sarah. And, coming at a very low four or D, the thought of this other Sarah wasn’t very important, seeing as it was my own fingers doing all of the work. Sarah was just background noise in my mind. SO even if I was thinking of you, which I wasn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered at all.”

Throughout Jill’s defense, Sarah just laid back on her elbows, her legs wrapped securely around Jill, listening to the brunette’s playful denial. Now that Jill had finished, Sarah began stroking the small of Jill’s back with her foot, making her shiver in pleasure.

“So if it wasn’t me you were fucking yourself over, who was it?” inquired Sarah, reaching her arms up to pull Jill down, so she was now resting on top of Sarah.

Jill moaned at the feeling of their bodies pressing together again, and said the name of the first other ‘Sarah’ she could think of in her lust clouded mind.

“Mmmm ummmmm, Sarah… Sarah… Grigsby. I went to high school with her,” half-lied Jill.

While it was true that Jill had lusted after the star of the softball team for years now, it of course was the Sarah that was stroking her hand through her hair that Jill had been imagining fucking her earlier. But it was so fun to string her along.

Jill had hoped that this false confession would send Sarah into a mini-rage and get her to start fucking her again, because at this point Jill was just aching to touch feel Sarah’s tongue or fingers on her pussy. The finger in her ass earlier hadn’t been enough and she wanted more.

“You do know what I do for a living, right Dr. Roberts?” teased Sarah, placing light kisses on Jill’s shoulders. “It’s part of my job to know when people are lying. And you, are lying your sexy little ass off!”

“Little!” fake gasped Jill, bringing a hand to her chest in mock outrage. “Just because all of us weren’t blessed with the puberty fairy as generously as you doesn’t make me ass little!”

To prove her point, Jill pushed Sarah back onto the bed. The blonde spy happily laid back, eager to see what the good doctor had in mind.

Jill climbed onto the bed after Sarah. Her long brown hair swayed in front of her as she smiled wickedly at the leggy blonde before her. In fact being presented with those legs inspired Jill to change tactics slightly.

She bent down and began to kiss up Sarah’s long, smooth legs. In doing so she inadvertently pushed her butt up into the air, swaying slightly in Jill’s fun. Sarah was absolutely loving the view of those pert apple cheeks combined with Jill kissing and licking her legs.

But eventually Jill was brought to the lovely epicenter of Sarah’s legs that was her wet pussy. Jill lightly blew on those soft pink lips, making Sarah gasp and jerk slightly.

“God yes! Please eat me Jill,” gasped Sarah.

“Not yet,” said Jill. And before Sarah could do more than raise an eyebrow, Jill quickly moved her body around until she was resting her butt right over Sarah’s face. “You made fun of my ass, so I think you should kiss it to make it feel better.”

Sarah was surprised and disappointed at first that Jill wasn’t going to fuck her yet, but quickly got over that disappointment. It was impossible for anybody to be upset when an ass this fit and yummy was only inches away.

She reached up to grab Jill’s hips, lowering her until the woman’s cheeks were in kissing range.

“Mmmmmm fuck yes!” sighed Jill as Sarah started to kiss her butt. Shivers went up her spine at her naughty contact. “God I’m so messed up! I’ve tried so hard to not think about you like this! Oh my God I wanted so much to just be a good girlfriend and not do anything like this with you!”

Sarah said nothing to Jill’s proclamations as her lips were too happily occupied kissing all over the doctor’s ass, but she felt the very same way. She had fought down her desires for Jill, not wanting to cross this line again, but here she was, nude on Jill’s bed with a just as nude Jill, doing naught things to each other. And as much fun as Sarah was having right now, she knew that things could get so much better.

So without any warning Sarah abandoned kissing Jill’s ass and centered her attention on the damp pussy in between. She extended her tongue and took her first taste of Jill Roberts from her source

“Ohhhhhh shiiiiiiiittt!” Jill moaned in ecstasy as Sarah notched up her pleasure by reaching up to squeeze and pinch her boob and, most importantly, the wet tongue on her pussy.

Any thoughts of going first and points were thrown away as soon as Sarah got another taste of Jill’s pussy. She did a first swipe of the entire length, gathering up the tasty liquid that clung to the pink lips and drinking them down.

But as always, one lick was not enough. It was quickly followed up by a second, than a third, than Sarah stopped counting and concentrated solely on the treat being presented to her.

She dragged her tongue all over the fleshy lips of her lover’s labia, the juices flowing down her throat only to be replaced by more. It was a never-ending cycle that Sarah relished.

Jill’s pussy was just as yummy as she had hoped. And when she sucked the labia lips into her mouth, Sarah was greeted with an even greater sample of the flavor.

Sarah didn’t know how she could have gone so long without eating pussy. Before she had fucked Lou she had gone through an achingly lengthy bought of pussy drought. One year without eating some hot slut out. One year three months and 26 days, to be exact.

Or, as Carina liked to put it, the Bryce Larkin era.

Sure, Sarah had Carina every now and then, but, no matter how much Sarah loved Carina’s cum, it hadn’t been enough. And it wasn’t exactly a challenge to get Carina to spread her legs for her. All Sarah had to do was walk in a room and Carina was already half-way naked.

Her usual plethora of women who loved her tongue were never around or free to have some fun and Sarah hadn’t stooped so low as to pay for sex. Besides, with a body like hers they should be the ones paying.

But now, between Lou and Jill, Sarah was hoping things were starting to look up for her in Burbank. Whether or not she did anything with Jill after tonight (and she really hoped she would, despite her conscience yelling at her from the back of her mind), Sarah was determined to never go so long without feeling the touch of a woman.

Even more determined to get the hot cream waiting for her, Sarah doubled her efforts on Jill’s cunt.

Meanwhile Jill was reaping the benefits of Sarah’s redetermination to her love of women. Her long hair was hanging from her head, swaying back and forth as her body shook from the tremors Sarah’s tongue was sending through her body. She was keeping herself from falling face forward onto the mattress with her arms, gripping the sheets whenever Sarah hit a particularly sweet spot.

“Ooooh, Sarah, baby, you know how to eat pussy,” Jill complimented through moans. “Your tongue feels so fucking sweet in me! Eat up my hot, tasty juices and make me cum! Make me cum and I promise I’ll do the same to you!”

‘You’re damn right you will,’ thought Sarah, not wanting to pull away from the pink lips she was attacking. She smacked Jill’s jiggling tits in response, getting both a moan and a laugh out of the not-so-loyal girlfriend. Sarah could feel her own hot juices sliding down her ass to pool in the bed sheets.

Sarah was torn between the choice of either getting Jill of quickly or taking her time with the perky brunette. On the one hand, the faster she got Jill off the quicker Jill will want to return the favor; on the other hand, she didn’t know if she will ever get another shot with Jill so she wanted Jill to really remember her and Sarah knew that the more effort she put in making Jill cum was more time Jill would want to spend between Sarah’s legs. Plus Jill’s pussy cream was so fucking delicious she wanted to swallow as much as she could before she got the big prize.

‘Huh, that really wasn’t that hard a choice,’ mentally shrugged Sarah.

Jill couldn’t get enough of Sarah’s tongue. It had been so long since she had been with a woman that it was common for her to fuck herself thinking about every hot female in her life. Plus most of the women in her life weren’t the nicest. So naturally she would do so over Sarah. The woman was just so pants soaking hot. And now she was sitting on Sarah’s face, riding that slick tongue as it plunged her most private of depths.

Sarah mapped out every inch of Jill’s lips with her tongue before sucking them into her mouth. She tugged on the sweet flesh, creating the hottest mewling sounds from the mouth above her.

When she finally had enough of teasing the woman, Sarah took one of her hands off of Jill’s hips to help spread her pussy lips open, giving way to her small entrance. Wishing she had thought to bring her strap-on so she could really loosen that hole up, Sarah pushed her tongue into Jill’s wet pussy.

“Fuck yeah! Get your tongue in my cunt, Sarah!” Jill shouted as Sarah’s tongue slid through her drenched folds and began to fuck up into her humping pussy. “A slut like you must love the feel of my hot pussy against your tongue and mouth! Shit, this is what you wanted all along wasn’t it? You didn’t come over to get me forgive Chuck; you just wanted me to spread my legs for you! Well, Agent Walker, mission fucking accomplished!!” Jill accentuated the last three words by slamming her hips down harder on to Sarah’s thrusting tongue, causing a fresh gush of juice to drip into Sarah’s salivating mouth.

This wasn’t true at all, but Sarah was too far gone in Jill’s taste to even contemplate correcting her. Instead she brought one hand down to smack the humping doctor’s ass in answer along with nodding her head a ‘yes’ as well as mumble “Mmmmmmhmmmmmm,” into Jill’s humping folds, which only added to Jill’s pleasure.

It was a sign of how far these two women were in their ocean of lust that the mention of Chuck, the man both women seemed to be immensely infatuated with, didn’t slow down either one for a second. Jill’s mind was to wracked with what Sarah’s wicked tongue was doing to her body and Sarah was too busy trying to get her off to care about Chuck Bartowski right now. There were more important things to concentrate on.

Like Jill’s hard clit which had peeked itself out from its hood and was just begging for attention. Attention Sarah was all too happy to give by removing her tongue from Jill’s slit and dragged it up to meet the swollen clit waiting for its turn.

When Sarah gave the hard button a hard swipe, Jill’s entire body bucked.

“YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS,” she howled as Sarah started giving her clit a quick assault with her tongue. Jill’s body shot up from the contact and when the initial burst had transformed into a never ending series of bursts she found her body now falling backwards.

Jill quickly moved her hands back to brace herself on the mattress and now she was hovering with her back over the rest of Sarah’s exposed body. When she looked down her body Jill was able to clearly see her own perky tits shake from her humping body and looking over her shoulder was able to look directly into Sarah’s piercing blue eyes as her tongue did the most wonderful things to her clitoris.

Sarah’s sweaty blonde hair was plastered to her forehead and she had her hands fused to Jill’s shaking ass cheeks as she thrust herself down onto Sarah’s mouth.

But as hot as Sarah found the sight of Jill’s bouncing tits and the feel of her pussy slapping against her face, Jill’s constant moving was making it quite difficult for Sarah to keep up a steady rhythm in her current position. Having to constantly move her head up and down to keep her mouth on Jill was starting to strain Sarah’s neck.

Not wanting to seem like a wimp however, she couldn’t just ask Jill. Instead she took a different approach.

Borrowing a move Jill used on her in the shower, Sarah kept her tongue on Jill’s clit as she lifted her right hand away from Jill’s ass and brought it down with a loud SMACK! Harder than she had before.

“FUCK!” Jill shouted as Sarah repeated the slap with two more. “Do that again!”

Sarah chuckled and spanked Jill three more times. Jill gasped in joy with each smack.

“I knew you would like that. A girl like you who likes getting fucked up the ass always loves getting spanked” leered Sarah, wrenching her mouth away from Jill’s dripping honey long enough to get her point across. “Now stop moving that hot ass of yours so I don’t break my neck and I can make you cum!”

Wanting nothing more right now than to cum all over Sarah’s face, but not being able to find the strength to keep her body from responding to the pleasure the blonde was causing, Jill thought of a compromise.

When Jill’s body had stilled, resting her pussy right over Sarah’s face, Sarah said, “That’s better,” then got her hands back on Jill’s ass and pulled her down to her waiting mouth.

Sarah’s lips this time wrapped themselves Jill’s clit and sucked it, slapping the nub with her tongue as she did so. This time her hands were keeping Jill’s pussy right on her. She didn’t want this cunt to leave her lips for any reason other than oxygen until she had claimed her prize.

Fortunately that’s just what Jill wanted as well.

Sarah knew just how to treat Jill’s pussy with enough passion and skill to keep her on the fast track to release but never giving her enough to give Jill what she needed.

That’s not to say that Jill didn’t love the teasing treatment Sarah was dispensing on her, of course. Sarah’s mouth was doing things to her cunt that very few lovers in the past ever did.

Jill’s clit jumped and throbbed with every lick and suck Sarah applied to it. When she pushed two fingers into Jill’s needy cunt, Sarah moved away from her clit to resume licking the rest of Jill’s dripping snatch and she left her clit as hard as a cock in her wake.

“Shit, your fingers feel so good!” Jill’s words were now flying from her lips in between large huffs of air. “Squeezing out more of my juice for your amazing mouth to drink up! Licking my soaked cunt raw and sucking my hard little clitty! You’re going to make cum all over your hot fucking face!”

Sarah kept her fingers pumping as she pulled away from Jill to join in the dirty talk. “You like me sucking the cream out of your tight little cunt? Does Doctor Roberts want to cum all over my pretty face and make me slutty and sticky?”

“I can’t make someone a slut when they were one to begin with!” shot back Jill, who, unable to hump Sarah’s face due to the vice like grip on her ass, settled for grinding her pussy against Sarah’s fingers and mouth, getting as much of her cream on Sarah’s skin as she could.

“Oh I’m a slut am I?” asked Sarah playfully as she increased the speed of her pumping fingers. “Who’s the one who loves getting her ass spanked and fucked? Who’s the one fucking herself thinking about another woman when they have a boyfriend? And who’s the one with three fingers shoved up their twat begging to cum?”

Jill looked slightly confused at the last part. She looked down between her shaking tits at a shiny-faced Sarah, one sharply-defined eyebrow raised in wonder. “I don’t have – ”

The rest of her confused statement was ripped from her lungs when Sarah sharply yanked out her soaked two fingers and quickly plunged them back in, this time joined with a third.

“FUCK!” Jill shouted as Sarah hammered up into the drenched cunt above her. “Fucking shit, Sarah! Fuck my fucking slit and make me cum all over your slutty face!”

“See, begging. And what does that make you?” asked a smug Sarah, loving the sensation of her fingers parting Jill’s wet walls again and again. “Tell me, Jill or I won’t let you cum!”

The look on her face told Jill that Sarah was being 100% serious. Promising herself she would get Sarah back for this, Jill submitted to the blonde’s demand.

“It makes me a dirty little slut! Begging for you to make me cum when I have a boyfriend makes me a dirty little cheating slut!! Now, please Sarah! Make me cum!!” begged Jill, her hands gripping the sheet’s so hard she was afraid she might rip them.

“No,” said Sarah. Her fingers were now frozen inside Jill’s pussy, not moving a centimeter.

She was so clear that there was no mistaking what Jill had heard, even over her own heavy breathing and thumping heart.

“What?!” whined Jill as she tried to thrust her hips down and get Sarah’s finger’s moving again, but to no avail. “What do you mean ‘no’!”

“I mean no,” Sarah answered calmly, her face expressionless, “begging for another woman to make you cum when you have a boyfriend doesn’t make you a slut.”

Jill was about to angrily whine “Why not?” when Sarah cut her off with a wicked grin and one sentence.

“It makes you a fucking whore!”

And with no further ado, Sarah smashed her face in between Jill’s legs, her fingers coming to life again by slamming up into her cunt.

“AHHH FUCKKKKKK!!!” Jill screamed as her pussy was now experiencing feelings it hadn’t felt in years. She had three fingers rapidly pistoning inside her with a tongue licking every square-inch of pussy it could. “I’M A WHORE!!! I’M A GODDAMN FUCKING WHORE!!! JUST MAKE ME CUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Jill howled as she received her wish.
Sarah’s fingers immediately left the confined space of Jill’s clenching cunt walls and were replaced by a pair of famished lips, eagerly awaiting their feast. And feast they did as Sarah drank down squirt after squirt of Jill’ yummy cum.

The one thing Sarah did not like about shower sex was that, unless you were on your knees with your head between your lovers legs, you could never experience the taste of your partner’s cum. It would always get washed down the drain before you could properly taste them off of fingers or a cock.

There was no such problem here. Sarah licked and sucked every drop of the delicious honey and savored them all. Everything she missed tickled her skin as it spread on her face and down her chin and neck.

Jill, meanwhile, had been unable to keep herself up any longer. The moment her orgasm hit, her arms gave out on her and she was now lying on top of Sarah’s front, her head in between Sarah’s long legs, with Sarah’s tits poking her lower back with their diamond hard nipples. Her face clad in an expression of vast satisfaction.

When Sarah had finally licked every drop that she could from Jill’s pussy, the brunette rolled herself off of her lover. She turned her body around so she could lie down next to her and immediately pulled Sarah into a scorching kiss.

Sarah moaned into Jill’s mouth as her tongue slid over Sarah’s lips, gathering up the cream that remained. And when Jill’s hands reached up to stroke Sarah’s tits, her moans increased.

“Mmmmm,” moaned Sarah as she pulled away, a string of saliva extended between their panting lips. “My turn.”

Sarah broke away from Jill hands and moved to the head of the bed. Laying down on the pillows, Sarah spread her legs slightly in anticipation of Jill’s body.

To Sarah horror, however, Jill, instead of crawling in between her legs to play with Sarah’s body, she was actually getting off of the bed.

It took a few seconds for Sarah to fully comprehend that Jill was no longer on the bed with her and her aching need. Once the realization set in, Sarah shouted, “Hey, where do you think you’re going? Get back here and fuck me!”

Desperate for some relief that Jill was for some reason not going to give, Sarah stretched her left hand down and started rubbing her pussy while her right began to squeeze and pinch her tits.

Jill smirked over her shoulder at the needy blonde as she approached her bag by the closet and laughed, “Does big bad Agent Walker have a problem?”

“You’re damn right I have a problem!” snapped Sarah. Her busy hands were helping to alleviate her arousal, but she knew they couldn’t compare to Jill’s fingers or tongue. Her anger dissipated somewhat when Jill bent over to reach into her bag, sticking her ass into the air. She made a show of it her captive audience by swaying it back and forth as she searched for her mystery item. Sarah’s eyes followed the entrancing dance of Jill’s cheeks, fully aware that the two of them had now switched places from when Sarah had done the ass teasing in the bathroom, and perfectly fine with the transfer of power.

She was just about to call out to Jill again when Jill exclaimed to her bag, “There you are!”

Jill stood up again and turned around, keeping the item behind her back. Despite Sarah’s anger at being left in the lurch like this, she was extremely curious as to what Jill was hiding.

Jill approached the bed again, taking her sweet time, fully enjoying the sight of Sarah’s hands pinching her nipples and rubbing vigorously between her legs.

“Are you feeling okay, Agent Walker?” asked a fully serious Jill. The lewd smile on her face had been replaced by a worried frown.

Sarah glared at the brunette. This normally would have made a person start to tremble a bit as they tried to appease the angry spy so she would spare them, but Jill just took it in stride.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Stop screwing around and fuck me already!” glowered Sarah.

She was starting to get really pissed now. If Jill didn’t stop fucking with her, Sarah was going to grab the smaller girl and shove her between her legs.

However, when Jill placed her hand on Sarah’s forehead and said, “Wow, you really are burning up here! Don’t worry though, Agent Walker. Doctor Roberts will make sure to take really good care of you.” All the anger evaporated on the spot.

‘She wants to play doctor!’ thought an excited Sarah.

Of course Sarah knew that Jill’s doctorate wasn’t in medicine, but she wasn’t about to complain about inaccuracies. Not when the possibilities that lay ahead were so good.

Slowing down her hands, Sarah put on her very best innocent girl voice and said “Well, Doctor. I do feel kind of bad.”

“Well, however bad you might feel, Miss. Walker, I’m sure I will be able to make you feel much better,” comforted Jill. Her free hand that “checked her temperature” was now replacing Sarah’s hand on her tits. She stroked the supple flesh that was now pink from Sarah’s own eager hand as she said, “After all, I did bring my special equipment.” She then showed Sarah what it was she got from her bag.

It certainly wasn’t a stethoscope.

“Wow,” marveled Sarah as she took in the 7 inch purple vibrator clutched in Jill’s hand. “Are you sure this will make me feel better, Doctor Roberts?” asked Sarah, looking up at Jill with wide eyes.

Jill just continued to smile and brought the vibrator to Sarah’s breasts. “Trust me, Agent Walker. I’ve had many patients before you swear by this method. The all told me they never felt better after I used it on them.”

Sarah moaned in response as Jill switched the tool on to its lowest setting and pressed it against her right nipple.

Jill nudged Sarah and the moaning woman complied with the unspoken request by sliding over a few inches on the bed. This allowed Jill to climb onto the bed again. She pressed her body up against Sarah’s as she rubbed the humming shaft in her hand all over Sarah’s large tit.

Jill’s mouth was now against Sarah’s neck, licking and sucking on her pulse point. She could feel her lover’s pulse beating the conga against her tongue. “How are you feeling now, Agent Walker?” inquired Jill. She had barely removed her mouth from Sarah’s skin to ask her obvious question so her breath on Sarah’s damp skin caused Sarah to pant even harder.

“I’m feeling – oh – much better now, Dr. Roberts,” gasped Sarah. She was finally getting the relief she had craved and, while Jill wasn’t at her pussy yet, Sarah knew it was just a matter of time now.

“I’m so glad,” said Jill. She moved her toy over to pay attention to Sarah’s other big boob and brought her mouth up from Sarah’s neck to hover them over Sarah’s panting lips. “After all, I live to make my patients happy.”

“You’re doing a great job of it, doc,” moaned Sarah before Jill closed the distance between them and the two of them fell into another intense kiss.

Jill’s tongue plunged into Sarah’s willing mouth, swapping spit with the busty blonde as she slowly began to travel the length of Sarah’s sweat coated stomach with her vibrator.

“Damn, Sarah! Your whole body is wet for me!” gawked Jill as she broke character and allowed her gaze to fully take in the sight of the sweaty sheen that covered Sarah’s skin.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re amazing,” scoffed Sarah with a roll of her eyes. She finally moved her stroking hand away from her wet folds to make way for Jill’s. “Just fuck me and make me feel better!”

Jill remembered that she was supposed to be treating her “patient”, so with a cough, she slipped back on her doctor voice and said, “Don’t snap at me Agent Walker. I’m trying to help you. If you don’t cooperate, then I’ll just have to punish you.”

Sarah’s mind flashed with images of her bent over Jill’s knee, her ass red from Jill’s hard smacks. Those pictures were so good Sarah almost wanted them to happen.

But while a little kinky domination might be good for later, right now what she needed was a good, hard fuck.

So Sarah stuck her lip out into a pout and looked up at Jill through her eye lashes and said, “Please don’t punish me, Dr. Roberts. I’m sorry I snapped. I just want you to make me feel better so much! Please make me better!”

Jill relented. How could anybody stand up to Sarah Walker when she looked like this: naked and sweaty, big tits with hard, pink nipples heaving with each of her deep breaths, legs spread to fully expose her wet, pink slit and bare skin, while looking at you with the most innocent-yet-lustful eyes one could imagine. Fuck missiles and guns. All wars would end if everyone got a chance to fuck Sarah Walker once.

“Yesssssssss,” hissed Sarah as, at long last, Jill rubbed her vibrator against her wet lips.

“Does that feel better, Agent Walker?” cooed Jill, her hand dragging the toy up and down the length of Sarah’s pussy. “Do you like me special tool against your special hole?”

“Fuck yes! I love having your tool on my pussy!” moaned Sarah. She was finally feeling the pleasure she wanted but, like always, it wasn’t enough. “More!” growled Sarah. “Give me more! Please! I need more!!”

“Welllll,” said Jill, pretending to consider the matter, “I normally wouldn’t go much further with this treatment on a new patient but, since you said please…”

Jill didn’t need to finish her sentence, as her intentions were made quite clear when she began to push the toy into Sarah.

“OH FUCK YEAH!!! FUCK ME!!!” Shouted Sarah as Jill pushed three inches inside with the first thrust.

Jill continued to pump her toy in and out of Sarah, but Sarah was unable to voice any more of her pleasure as Jill decided to shut her up with a kiss.

But even the restrictive powers of Jill’s lips and tongue weren’t enough to completely muzzle her jubilant lover.

“Shit Jill!” moaned Sarah between kisses. “Fuck me with your hard cock! Get deeper in me baby! Fuck me deeper!! Fuck me harder!!!”

Sarah knew she could take Jill’s toy. Her holes had been stretched open by Carina’s and her previous team’s toys so often they were practically the strap-on’s second home. She tried to tell Jill all this without using her words, and to Sarah’s delight, Jill proceeded to show her understanding by putting two more inches inside and turning the power up.

“AHHHHHHHHHH SHITTTTTTTTTT!!!” yelled Sarah, her hips rising to meet Jill’s pumping hand, making her big tits shake and jiggle. They were so enticing that Jill had to get a taste of them and leaned down to get her mouth on Sarah’s right tit.

“Yeah! You like sucking my big tits while you fuck my wet cunt?” asked a wild-eyed Sarah.

“Fuck yeah, I do,” answered Jill, removing her mouth from Sarah’s now saliva covered boob before latching onto the hard nipple that capped it off and giving it a light nibble with her teeth.

She had assumed Sarah would be into having her tits roughly played like this and was proven correct when Sarah gave a loud yell of pleasure.

“Little slut likes me biting her nipples!” taunted Jill, as she switched to Sarah’s left breast.

Jill’s pumping hand was starting to get sore from the awkward angle, so she switched hands. With her right hand now free she brought it up to roughly squeeze Sarah’s right tit as her mouth licked and kissed her left one.

“Such big fucking tits for me to play with. I can’t get enough of them!” she growled as Sarah arched her back off of the bed, trying to get more of the toy in her and to give Jill more of her chest to play with.

“Play with my tits, Doctor! Play with my tits and don’t ever stop fucking me!” yelled Sarah as Jill bit down on Sarah’s nipple. Sarah’s juices were seeping from her cunt, soaking Jill’s hand and providing even more lubrication for her toy.

“That’s it, slut! Take Dr. Roberts’ big cock in your hot cunt! Let me make you feel better!” encouraged Jill. By now she had the entire plastic toy buried inside Sarah. She resisted the urge to crank the power all the way up. Jill wanted to save that for the grand finale.

Speaking of which, as much as Jill loved playing with Sarah’s amazing tits (and did she ever love it!) she wanted to play with Sarah’s pussy even more. She didn’t want to waste all of the blonde’s cream on her hand, toy, and sheets.

So Jill yanked her mouth away from Sarah’s bountiful bosom, afraid that if she stayed any longer she wouldn’t be able to stop herself. Moving back up to give Sarah another tongue filled kiss, Jill maneuvered her body so that she was now lying in between Sarah’s spread legs.

Her hand was still pumping vigorously in and out of Sarah’s hot box, but now that she was level with it, Jill could clearly see the juice shining all over the purple shaft and Sarah’s splayed thighs. It looked like a much more scrumptious version of the Sarah’s sweat.

Sarah could feel Jill’s hot breath on her thighs as she scooted her face closer to the junction between Sarah’s legs.

“Oh god Jill, I need your mouth on me! I need your tongue fucking me with your toy! Please Jill! Please fuck MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Sarah screamed as Jill obeyed her pleas and attached her lips to Sarah’s clit.

The throbbing little key to Sarah’s pleasure looked too inviting for Jill to ignore any longer anyway.

Jill kept up a steady rhythm on Sarah’s pussy, pumping in with her vibrator as she licked up Sarah’s clit, pulling out when she licked down. It was a combo that put Sarah even deeper in the pool of her desire.

“Oh fucking fuck Jill! Suck on me hard little clit! Just like that you little whore! Suck my hard clit while you fuck my hot twat with your hard cock! Your mouth is like fucking magic! Slurp up my hot fucking cream with your wonderful tongue!!”

Jill was doing just that. She was drinking down every bead of girl cream Jill fucked out of Sarah. But she now wanted more. And since her toy was blocking most of the flow of Sarah’s juice there was only one thing to do.

Yanking the toy out with a squelch, Jill replaced it with her tongue, shoving it as far as she could reach. She was greeted with a flood of Sarah’s taste on her tongue and the walls of Sarah’s cunt clamping down on her.

“FUCKKKKKKK YESSSSSSSSSSS!!! BURY YOUR TONGUE IN MY DRIPPING TWAT YOU HOT FUCKING BITCH!!!”

Sarah’s hands were pressed to the back of Jill’s head, keeping her firmly trapped against Sarah’s sopping cunt. By now her chin and nose were covered in a slight glaze of pussy juice as Sarah was bucking against Jill’s face, smearing herself on Jill’s features. Not that Jill minded. She loved feeling Sarah’s wet juice against her skin. It made her feel like a slutty painting.

Jill jackhammered her tongue into Sarah’s cunt, licking everywhere she could. Jill hadn’t fucked a woman in years, yet her skills hadn’t left her in all that time. It was like riding a bicycle. Only this was one ride Jill didn’t want to end.

Sarah knew what a dom and what a sub were in the world of sex. She knew that a lot of her lovers in her life would call her a dom cause she mostly wanted to be in control, forcing her lovers to do what she wanted. She was never too forceful. She never used whips of forced the men and women to call her mistress or anything like that, it was just her nature. Sarah was sure that if Lou remembered her night with her that Lou would definitely think of Sarah as a dom personality. Sarah couldn’t help it. It was just her nature to be the one calling the shots during the majority of her fucks.

But if someone were to talk to Carina, they would get a very different account.

She would go on about how much Sarah begged for her tongue: how Sarah got on her knees and sucked off her cock so she could pound her pussy with it; how Sarah would spit in Carina’s ass hole than lick it out just because Carina told her to. Of course Carina would conveniently leave out all of the times Sarah made her do the same things.

When she was with the right person, Sarah knew when to just lay back and let the pleasure wash over her. Carina was absolutely one of those people and so was Jill, it seemed.

She knew just how to lick her pussy. She wasn’t a first timer like Lou, doing what she hoped would be nice and then repeating the move when she got a positive response. Jill knew exactly what to do and was positively gung-ho about it.

Jill removed her tongue from Sarah’s depths, only to press it to Sarah’s clit again.

Another series of obscene words and grunts flew from Sarah’s mouth as she was once again experiencing the euphoria of Jill’s tongue treating her clitoris like a cat playing with a toy. She batted the pink nub back and forth in her mouth and, when she felt Sarah really needed it, Jill got it in between her teeth and lightly tugged on it.

“FUCK!!! Shit Jill, your so fucking good at eating my cunt! I’m going to cum soon, baby! I know how much you want my fucking cum and you’re gonna get it soon!” promised Sarah, as her legs wrapped themselves around Jill’s back. She rubbed her feet over Jill’s sweat drenched back as her fingers got a tighter grip on Jill’s hair. Not too hard; Sarah wasn’t so far gone that she wanted to pull the woman’s hair out.

Jill loved how close Sarah was forcing her into her pussy. Between Sarah’s hands and now her legs, Jill would have been in real trouble if she actually didn’t want to be where she was. Fortunately for the good doctor, there was nowhere she wanted to be right now than where she was lying between Sarah’s legs with her face pressed against the blonde’s dripping cunt.

As Jill gulped down Sarah’s heavenly girl juice, she kept in mind the weapon she was still wielding. The brunette was still holding onto the vibrator in one hand, as she still wanted to use it on her lover, but her other hand was free to do whatever Jill wanted it to do. Which now included dragging it over Sarah’s juice cover folds, gathering up as much of the liquid as it could on her fingers.

Jill left Sarah’s tender clit to recommence tongue fucking Sarah’s tight pussy. How her pussy was still so tight despite her previous claims, Jill had no idea, but she certainly wasn’t complaining.

With Sarah moaning her supreme delight at Jill’s busy tongue, Jill wrapped her vibrator wielding arm around Sarah thigh, so she could bring it down and touch it to the pulsing love bud resting at the top of Sarah’s cunt.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKINGGGGGGGGGGGGG SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!” squealed Sarah. The double stimulation to her cunt and clit sent her hips flying off the bed. If Jill wasn’t being so securely held to Sarah’s body she would probably be on the other side of the room right now.

Sarah was so close. Jill’s thrusting tongue and her magical toy were playing her body like a master violinist. She knew just what string to pluck and it was sending Sarah soaring.

She knew she was close and tried to hold off as long as she could. She didn’t want this pleasure to end and reality to come crashing down on her. She needed to stall her orgasm for as long as she possibly could.

Of course, no sooner had she thought this than it became infinitely more difficult to do as a third stimulant was added to her brimming volcano of passion.

While Jill was feasting on the cream she was drawing out of Sarah from her tongue and toy, her free hand was still getting her fingers as wet as she possibly could. Given the fountain of juice Sarah was providing, this wasn’t that difficult of a task.

So once Jill surmised her fingers were as soaked as they could be, she finally moved them lower to their final destination.

Sarah was too lost in the fog of pleasure to fully comprehend where the path Jill’s hand was tracing toward, but she quickly got with the program as Jill’s index finger began tickling Sarah’s ass hole.

She didn’t have time to respond before Jill quickly pushed the finger past the wicking starfish and straight in to Sarah’s warm ass.

“AHHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHH!!! FUCK MY ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! FUCK MY ASS AND MY CUNT YOUR DIRTY WHORE!!!” shrieked Sarah before her ability to speak was wiped from her and was only left with garbled moans, groans, and screams.

Making a mental note to remind Sarah who the real whore on the bed was, Jill happily fell into her rhythm: with every inward thrust of her tongue into Sarah’s clenching cunt, she would pull her finger out of Sarah’s ass; likewise, every time her tongue pulled back, her finger would lodge itself deeper in Sarah’s anus; all the while her vibrator was adding its pleasant hum to the sounds of Sarah’s shrieks and moans and the sound of Jill’s tongue against Sarah’s cunt.

Pretty soon, though, the never ending attack of her to her nervous system proved to be too much for Sarah to handle. Everybody had a breaking point and Sarah’s was when Jill’s finger bottomed out inside Sarah’s ass and she could feel it try to wriggle around.

“CUMMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Jill’s tongue eagerly received the tidal wave of cream she had been striving for. Sarah’s cum gushed from her cunt, shooting down Jill’s throat. Jill tried her best to contain it all, but she had been out of the game for a long time now, so her rusty skill’s allowed some cum to leak from her mouth and trail down her chin.

In spite of that, Jill didn’t think she had anything to be ashamed about as the steam of cum finally seemed to die down. But Jill wasn’t done. Not quite yet.

Sarah couldn’t believe what she was feeling. The triple stimulation to her entire nether region had launched the biggest orgasm Sarah had in the longest time. It had easily eclipsed the one she received from Lou, but instead of savoring the treat, Jill was on her way to recreating it.

Still, Sarah couldn’t find the will or strength to stop Jill. How could she when she was still reeling from the high of her orgasm and on her way to a second one at the same time?

So she just lay there as Jill’s tongue licked deeper, her toy stroked fiercer, and her finger pounded harder. Her voice, momentarily drained from her shouting, could only give soft encouragements.

“Ooooh, fuck, Jill! You’re fucking me so nicely, baby. I just came all over your face and already you want more! Well keeping fucking my holes like this and you’ll get just that! More cum for your slutty mouth!” Sarah promised in a husky voice.

The grip on Jill had slackened so that Sarah was now stroking the soft brown hair now as she looked down at those soft brown eyes, brimming with lust for Sarah’s body.

Already Sarah’s body was primed for her next release. The steady pressure in her holes and on her clit were all adding up to one last explosion.

Jill felt Sarah’s body tensing up again and pulled away from Sarah’s simmering cauldron of cum to hiss up, “Cum for me again, Sarah! Your cum tasted so fucking good in my mouth that I need more! Cum from my fingers in your ass and tongue in your cunt! Feed me more of your sweet honey!” demanded Jill as she stuck her tongue back in the wet snatch before her.

“I’m gonna cum! You’re gonna make my horny little slit cover your face in my cum again! Going to get you all sticky! MAKE ME CUM!!!” cried Sarah, the volume returning to her voice as her release drew closer once more.

Jill smirked against Sarah’s cunt as she put the final pieces of the puzzle together to make Sarah cum for a second time.

She removed her finger from Sarah’s ass, letting the cool air brush over her wet digit and Sarah’s surely open hole, before lining up a second finger and pushed both against Sarah’s ass. At the exact same time, Jill at last switched her vibrator to full power and pressed it as had as she could to Sarah’s clit.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD!!!” roared Sarah. Her body spasmed and flailed from the strength of the orgasm that racked her entire being. Her tits were bouncing and jiggling wildly as her voice finally lost all strength and the only sounds Sarah was able to emit were whimpers of bliss.

Her drained body finally collapsed down on the bed. She was taking in deep, rasping breaths. Her eye’s fluttered shut as she lay there and allowed the aftershocks of her ecstasy washed over her body.

She barely felt Jill’s body climbing up her own, kisses being planted as she traveled north. When Sarah could finally feel Jill’s own labored breathing against her shoulder, Sarah opened her eyes and turned her head to face the shorter woman.

Jill’s lips, nose, chin, and bits of her cheeks were coated in the light glaze of Sarah’s cum. Sarah lent forward to kiss those cream drenched lips, only to feel two fingers placed against her own pair.

Knowing instantly what Jill wanted to do, Sarah opened her mouth and allowed Jill’s fingers to slide inside. Sarah wrapped her lips around the digits and moaned at the taste of her own ass. She loved tasting her ass off of someone else, it didn’t matter if it was off of fingers or cock, it always sent a naughty rush through her body to know she was doing something so kinky. Even now, after back-to-back two bone aching orgasms, she felt her nipples harden again.

Jill saw her excited nips as well, but was smart enough to see that Sarah couldn’t take another session right now. Not that Jill was any better. She felt just as drained as Sarah did. She may not have come twice in a row, but she had cum enough to make anybody need to rest.

Once Jill’s fingers cleaned of every last drop of Sarah’s ass, Sarah removed them and completed her earlier interrupted journey and kissed Jill.

Both women were greeted with the combination of Sarah’s cum and ass, as the taste that lingered in Sarah’s mouth united with the taste all over Jill’s lips. That taste only increased when their tongues connected.

After a few heavy minutes the two panting women broke their kiss. Sarah looked up at the woman who had given her so much pleasure, and could only think of one thing to say.

“Three for three. Now were even.”

**********

Present Day

“Will you tell anyone?” asked Sarah.

Jill didn’t answer.

This pissed Sarah off. She didn’t have much time and she didn’t want to waste them talking to a wall. She needed an answer!

“I asked,” Sarah started again, not bothering to hide her anger, “will you tell – ”

“I won’t,” cut off Jill.

Sarah was surprised at that answer. She had been expecting Jill to taunt her, to brag about how she had this big secret over Sarah, to use it to get some kind of advantage or favor.

“You won’t?” echoed Sarah, unable to keep the surprise from her voice.

Jill finally peered up at Sarah and locked eyes with her captor. “No, I won’t,” repeated Jill calmly. “What happened between you and me will stay just that: between you and me.”

Sarah couldn’t believe her good fortune. Not having to worry that Jill was going to go blabbing to General Beckman or anybody was a huge weight off her shoulders. She just hadn’t considered Jill would be so cooperative.

‘Too cooperative’, thought Sarah. Jill hadn’t hesitated to reassure her. Was she playing some angle? What she hoping to get some kind of better treatment because she played nice with Sarah’s demand?

“Why?” asked Sarah, her arms crossed and her eyes set in a fierce glare. “Why wouldn’t you tell anyone? Even if I didn’t know the truth about you, it would be big news to my superiors if they found out that – ”

“No it wouldn’t,” cut across Jill again. Sarah looked livid that she was interrupted twice now, but Jill didn’t seem to care as she continued. “Your General Beckman would care that you got freaky with some chick, even if I did betray you. As long as you didn’t blab about any state secrets or anything, nobody in Washington would give a damn and you know it.”

Jill gave Sarah a look that said quite clearly “Tell me I’m wrong” but Sarah couldn’t. Jill was right and they both knew it. Beckman wouldn’t give it a seconds thought once Sarah confirmed she hadn’t compromised anybody’s safety.

“You still haven’t told me why you aren’t going to tell anybody!” pressed on Sarah, who was getting tired of running around the answer. She just wanted to hear the truth and get out of the room as soon as she could.

“Because of the same reason you won’t,” answered Jill.

Sarah’s eyes widened in surprise. Of all the reasons she had thought Jill would have given, that was certainly the last.

“What, Chuck?” asked Sarah, a serious note of disbelief in her now raised voice. “You won’t tell anyone what we did because of Chuck?”

“Who’s the one person who would be actually hurt if he were to find out about the two of us?” an irritated Jill answered. “Chuck of course! If he found out that the woman he was dating not only betrayed him to Fulcrum but also fucked the woman he was in love with, who knows what damage it would cause.”

Sarah let Jill’s words sink in. Once again, Jill was absolutely right. Chuck’s reaction was the sole reason Sarah had wanted to talk to Jill. It was bad enough for him to have to deal with Jill’s betrayal, but Sarah’s different yet no less painful betrayal would be completely devastating to the man.

After a few seconds of Sarah standing there, eyes still locked with Jill’s, Sarah began to laugh.

It was a low, mocking chuckle, directed right at the bound woman sitting in front of her.

“Nice try, Jill,” laughed Sarah. “Even if everything you said was true, the last thing I’m going to do today is believe you actually care about Chuck.” Sarah turned to leave, having gotten the information she had sought.

“But I do,” called Jill, her voice desperate and rife with turmoil. “I know you don’t believe me, and you have every reason not to, but it’s the truth! I do care about Chuck. Before all of this, I truly did love him. A part of me still does, and I just want to make sure he’ll be alright. That’s all I ever wanted, despite what you think.  He means so much to me and – ”

This time it was Jill who cut off, but not with words. It was with a loud SMACK and a sharp sting on her cheek. Jill’s hair was flung over her face as her head jerked to the side from the strength of the slap.

Sarah was standing over the still form of Jill, her breath ragged and tears beginning to form in her eyes. She had never hated another woman more than she hated Jill right now.

How dare she talk about Chucks feeling like that! How dare she speak as if she had the right to care about him! Who did this piece of trash think she was?

 Her hand stung from the impact with Jill’s face, but she paid it no mind as she used it to pull Jill’s head up by her hair.

Jill gave a hissed “Ow!” at the pain in her head, but Sarah ignored it as she used her free hand to grab Jill by her face, her fingers digging into her cheeks, forcing the traitor to her in the eye.

Sarah’s got her face close to Jill’s and snarled, “Don’t you EVER talk about Chuck like that ever again! You don’t deserve to care about his FEELINGS! You don’t deserve to talk about loving him!” Sarah let go of Jill’s hair to rear her hand back and slapped Jill again. “You’re a foul, rotten, double-crossing, traitorous  little piece of shit that never deserved Chuck to begin with!” Another slap. “I’m sorry I ever met you, never mind fucked you!” Slap! “If I knew what you were then I would have shoved my whole fucking fist up your ass!” Slap! Slap! Slap! “And I’m going to make sure that you rot in jail for the rest of your worthless life!”

With one final stinging slap to each of Jill’s red cheeks, Sarah let go of Jill’s face only to grab her throat instead. Squeezing firm enough to make it harder for the prisoner to breath, but not enough so she would pass out, Sarah said in a dangerous whisper, “Here’s what’s going to happen. In two hours, your escort will arrive to take you away, but before that happens, Chuck is going to want to say goodbye. He’s going to want to move on with his life and for him to do that, he’ll need closure. But, let me make this very clear,” Whispered Sarah in a very low, but deadly voice, “if I ever find out that you tried to get in contact with him in ANY way,” she emphasized by tightening her grip, causing Jill’s face to begin to turn red, yet her eyes never left Sarah’s, “I. Will. End. You.”

And with that promise left floating in the air, Sarah spat in Jill’s face then shoved the woman back onto her chair, where she slumped into a gasping, heavy breathing mess.

Sarah stormed from the room, locking the door behind her and entered the main room where Casey was still sitting, writing up some report.

“Done in there,” grunted Casey without looking up.

“Yeah,” muttered Sarah. She brushed past Casey and entered the armory. She need to let off some steam now, and letting off a few rounds in the shooting range seemed just the trick.

Sarah heard a low whistle from Casey and knew it was from the scene she left behind. “You really let her have it, didn’t you Walker,” asked Casey with a tone of admiration.

“Yeah I guess,” brushed off Sarah as she loaded her weapons.

“You screwed her, didn’t you?” said Casey. It was a statement, not a question.

Sarah didn’t answer. She just stuck five rounds of ammo in the back of her pants and picked up her weapon.

Once she was finished and headed toward the firing range, Casey called after her, “First Little Ms. Subway, now Benedicta Arnold. You’re getting further with the geek’s women than he is.”

Sarah ignored him. Casey knowing the truth meant nothing. She trusted her partner and knew he wouldn’t blab. Instead she entered the firing range, looking forward to blowing off the heads of a couple of dummies, all of which Sarah would be imagining to look like Jill’s

End.

[FAQ]

Sarah Versus Officer Naughty
Starring Yvonne Strahovski as Sarah Walker
and Tricia Helfer as Alex Forrest
This takes place after season 2 ep. 18 Chuck Versus the Broken Heart

With a soft ding, the doors to the otherwise empty elevator closed, leaving an exhausted Sarah Walker closed off from the rest of humanity, for the next 30 seconds at least. But they were 30 seconds Sarah relished to have.

She slumped against the back wall of the climbing car, savoring the thought of her quiet room and the soft bed that awaited her there. After the last 48 hours, there was nothing Sarah wanted more than to flop down on her bed and not wake up for the next week. But Sarah knew her rest would only be a few hours at most. By then the information she had asked for would be uncovered and it would be back to work.

Still, a few hours rest was more than plenty for the wiped CIA agent. 

It wasn't the usual physical fatigue that Sarah experienced after missions this time. As a matter of fact, she barely felt any of the soreness in her muscles that she usually did after a completed mission. Truth be told, she barely did any physical exertion this time. She didn't even get a chance to fire her gun. It was one of the more unusual ends to a mission she had ever experienced in all of her years on the job. It's not every assignment that ends by bad guy getting caught because he was too busy laughing his ass off while high on laughing gas.

No, for this mission it was all of the mental and emotional turmoil that had drained Sarah of her energy. Her job as handler to human Intersect Chuck Bartowski almost came to an end because of the very reasons Sarah had been afraid of.

The unusual and against the books relationship she and Chuck shared had always scared Sarah and she had tried with every fiber of her being to keep their relationship purely professional. And while the two of them haven't done anything physical with each other (not for a few months anyway, Sarah thought with a blush as images of a warehouse, a giant crate, and lips on hers forced their way to the front of her mind) it was quite clear to Sarah that Chuck was in love with her.

And while that was bad in and of its self, the absolute worst part was that Sarah knew she felt the same way. Sarah had fallen in love with Chuck.

While she was still coming to terms with this fact and everything it could mean if she every admitted it to the Nerd Herder, Sarah couldn't lie to herself about the fact merely thinking about how she loved Chuck made her closer to being giddy than she had ever been in her whole life.

But admitting it to herself and admitting it to Chuck or anyone else she worked with we're two entirely different matters.

After all, the mere thought that there might be a more than professional relationship between the blonde beauty and her asset caused her superiors in Washington to initiate what they called a "49B". Who knows what might have been done if the suits in D.C. knew the truth about Sarah’s feelings.

A "49B" was basically an assessment of Sarah and her relationship with her asset. Another agent was sent to temporarily take Sarah's place on her team and if this agent deemed that her feelings for Chuck were more than professional and were actually an endangerment to the mission than Sarah would be replaced by the agent permanently.

Sarah had tried to play it cool and show everyone that she was professional, that there was nothing between her and Chuck other than friendship and that being relieved of her role as Chuck’s handler would be only seen by her as a simple reassignment, but in actuality, it scared the shit out of her.

Being forced to leave Chuck right after she allowed herself to admit she loved the man was something that ate away at her soul every second.

But fortunately with the help of a near disastrous mission, Chuck, and Casey, it had been determined by General Beckman that while the relationship Sarah and Chuck shared may be unprofessional, it actually was beneficial to the team and, therefore, the country. Her caring for Chuck in a more than professional manner practically assured that there was nobody better suited for the job of protecting him from harm than Sarah Walker.

And now her would-be-replacement, agent Alex Forrest, was on the plane back to Washington that up until a few hours ago was meant for Sarah.

"Miss? Miss?"

Sarah snapped out of her thoughts to see a woman entering the car, holding the door open.

"Is this your floor?" the woman asked.

Sarah shook her head clear of her thoughts and said, "Yes, thank you."

Smiling in thanks, Sarah walked past the woman and out onto her floor.

Of course, even though she wanted to forget all of this 49B business, there was still one last thing related to the past few days that she needed to take care of. The information that Sarah had so recklessly sought out was on the forefront of her mind.

But it was something she just had to do. It had been a long shot and it may have been the stupidest thing Sarah had ever done, but she took the risk. It was for Chuck, after all.

As Sarah reached her room, the only comforting thought she could think of was that at least no one had known what she did.

Sarah had barely opened the door a crack before she instantly knew something was wrong. The air that had escaped the confinement of the room when the door opened was far too cold. She had lived in this room for almost two years and had comeback from missions at all hours of the day, in the warmest and coldest of weather, but never had the room been this cold on a return trip, even in the middle of winter.

She quietly pulled her gun out and slowly opened her door, her gun leading the way.

The reason for the unusual cold was apparent the moment Sarah stepped inside. One of her windows was wide open, the chilly breeze that was usually kept out given free rein on cooling everything Sarah owned.

Sarah also quickly knew some had opened it and who. Not because Sarah always shut the windows whenever she left her room, or because all of her years of experience were telling her that was the only explanation, but because the one responsible was standing right in front of the opened window.

“Put your hands up and move away from the window,” Sarah ordered, her gun aimed square at the woman’s back.

The woman gave no sign that she heard Sarah’s command.

“Put your hands up and move away from the window!” demanded Sarah, firming her grip on her weapon, ready to pull the trigger if forced to.

Fortunately she didn’t have to go that far, as the intruder made herself known.

"You just had to play the hero, didn’t you Walker," the woman finally said, her voice a mixture of amusement and disdain.

All anger in Sarah vanished on the spot, only to be replaced with even more confusion. She knew that voice. It was a voice that she had reluctantly gotten to know over the past few days.

"Forrest!" a stunned Sarah exclaimed, her gun arm losing slack, though not dropping. What the hell was Forrest doing in her apartment? The last Sarah had heard her potential replacement was on her way back to Washington.

Forrest finally turned around to face Sarah, giving her the chance to fully take in what the older agent was wearing.

Forrest was clad in the most unusual outfit Sarah had seen her in in the 2 days Sarah had known the dirty-blond agent. She was wearing a long white coat that ended just past her knees, showing that the woman’s legs were covered in long, black leather high-heeled boots. Her coat was wrapped to her body by two belt-buckles attached to sashes, giving Forrest the illusion she was wearing a robe.

But most peculiar was that Forrest had chosen to don a pair of black sunglasses, despite it being 11:30 at night, with the sun nowhere to be seen for the next few hours.

The look on what Sarah could see of her face telling her quite plainly that Forrest was pissed at her. Really pissed. What for, she had no clue, but that was the least of Sarah's worries at the moment.

"What the hell are you doing here!? How did you get in my room!?" Sarah demanded.

"Oh please, Walker. I've been at this job longer than you," said Forrest with, what Sarah could easily tell even through the dark lenses, an exasperated eye roll. "The better question would be how is it that you've been living here for two years but you only use the locks that came with the room."

"I -" began Sarah only to be promptly cut off.

"Forget that. I didn’t come here to talk home improvement.” Forrest took her glasses off and gave Sarah a scrutinizing glare. “Tell me, Walker, do you think we're stupid," continued Forrest in a curious voice.

"What? Do I think who's stupid?" asked Sarah, her frustration rising as Forrest refused to answer her questions.

"Me. Us. The CIA. The NSA." listed Forrest. "Do you think that little of us? Did you honestly think we wouldn't find out?"

If Sarah wasn't so ticked at Forrest's refusal to answer her, she might have been able to see what it was Forrest was trying to say. As it was, her ignorance showed its self once again as her anger got the better of her.

"Forrest! Either tell me what the hell you're doing here and why, or so help me god I will throw you out myself," threatened Sarah, moving closer to the other blonde, showing quite plainly she was ready to back up her threat.

She had barely advanced on agent Forrest when the woman finally explained what she was doing here. Unfortunately, her reason stopped Sarah in her tracks.

"What am I doing here? This is what I’m doing here,” says Forrest with disdain as she pulls something out of her coat’s pocket.

Sarah's throat went dry when she saw the envelope Forrest had pulled out. Her heart was beating the conga in her chest. She was caught. The gig was up. How could she have been so stupid?

"Well, Walker. You can imagine my anger and shock when I stopped by Bartowski’s apartment, just see if his room was as stuck in the 80’s as Casey had told me before I left, and I find this lying on the asset’s pillow,” explains Forrest.

All of the anger that had been surging through Sarah's body had vanished again. It had now been fully replaced by worry and regret.

“I’m sure you remember as clearly as I do that using the government database for personal reasons is a fire able offense,” said Forrest, throwing the envelope on one of Sarah’s chairs.

Of course Sarah knew that. It was a temptation that she had had to ignore a few times in regard to her own life. But when Chuck asked, and Sarah’s time in his life seemed at an end, she had been unable to take the risk.

She didn't regret what she had done. Chuck had wanted to know where his father, Stephen Bartowski, was and why he had abandoned his children ever since he had walked out on him and Ellie when they were younger. Chuck wanted to find his father for his own sake, but mostly so Ellie would have her father walk her down the aisle.

He had come to Sarah, asking if he could possibly use the resources of the CIA and NSA to find any information he could. But Forrest had overheard Chuck's request and given the same answer Sarah had been prepared to give.

The answer was a resounding no. If Sarah or anybody used the CIA database for personal use, they would be fired immediately and could possibly be arrested and brought up on charges of misusing government equipment.

But during the brief hours that Sarah had been relieved from Operation Bartowski Sarah had decided to risk it and began a nationwide database search for Chuck's long lost father.

And in that envelope was the information Chuck had wanted. The information had come to Sarah as she had been leaving town and she had immediately turned around. She had left a note with direction’s to Chuck’s dad where her would easily find it. And now it was here in her room, clearly unread by the Intersect.

“I’m waiting, Walker,” an impatient Forrest demanded, her arms now crossed in front of her chest, glaring at the shorter blonde. “Do you think we’re stupid? Did you think that we would never find out?”

Sarah sat down on her bed, placing her gun down next to her, looking down at the floor but without seeing it.

Gulping down the fear for her job and freedom she felt rising in her throat, Sarah came clean without looking up.

“I don’t think anybody is stupid Forrest. I just didn’t care about the consequences,” confessed Sarah.

“Of course you didn’t,” sighed Forrest, rolling her head slightly along with her eyes this time. “And I guess you just decided that my warnings about your job and freedom just meant nothing, as long as Bartowski knows where his daddy dearest is.”

“Basically,” admitted Sarah, looking up at the judgmental blonde, feeling bolder now. “I knew the risks but did what I had to do to help Chuck. I’ll always help Chuck, whether I get paid to do it or not.”

“Even at the risk of your job?” asked Forrest, not looking the least bit impressed by Sarah’s passionate defense.

“Even at the risk of my life,” swore Sarah, glaring at the standing blonde.

The two of them stood there looking into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before Forrest broke the gaze by putting her glasses back on.

“Well, that’s all well and noble, Walker, and would totally convince me to let you off the hook, you know if I was a giant, wimp like Bartowski. But the fact of the matter is that you broke protocol and, in doing so, broke the law. And now I have very satisfying duty to punish you,” stated Forrest, walking over to a bag sitting next to Sarah’s dresser that Sarah hadn’t noticed before. Her concentration had been completely on the supposed stranger in her room, but Sarah knew that Forrest must have brought it since it wasn’t hers.

“’Punish me?’” Sarah repeated. She knew that there would be some kind of punishment for what she did if she had been caught, but she was still surprised and, honestly, scared as to what that meant. “What’s going to happen? Am I fired?”

The thought of being fired from the CIA terrified her. Not just because of Chuck, although that was a big worry, but because Sarah wasn’t sure what her life would be without it. She had been a spy since she was 18. It was the only life she had ever known outside the times with her father. She had seen and done so much in this time that Sarah didn’t know if she would be ever able to fully adjust if she all of a sudden found herself in the real world. Hell, she had been going by the name ‘Sarah Walker’ longer than she had her real name that was starting to except that ‘Sarah Walker’ was her real name now.

“If you were any other agent on any other mission, absolutely,” confirmed Forrest, who was now lifting the bag up onto Sarah’s vanity stand. Looking at Sarah through her reflection in her mirror, Forrest elaborated. “But seeing as how we just went through an episode showing that Bartowski seemingly can’t chew his cereal without you there to walk him through it, General Beckman decided to give you a pass and let you keep your job.”

Sarah let out an immense sigh of relief. Her job was safe and she could stay with Chuck, the two things she wanted more than anything.

However, despite her relief at her secured employment status, Sarah had worked for these people long enough to know that they never just let somebody off the hook like this. If she wasn’t going to be fired or arrested, she knew she was going to have to answer for her error somehow.

As if reading Sarah’s mind, Forrest turned around to face Sarah to say, “But Beckman wanted to remind you that she doesn’t condone her agents flagrantly breaking the law whenever some geek with a crush tells them a sob story about how much he misses daddy, so she decided that you still need to be punished. And she assigned me the oh-so-pleasurable duty to see that it is done right,” she finished with a smile that didn’t suite her tough, no-nonsense, by the book and protocol life style. It actually gave her very striking face a look of danger.

Sarah’s relief was now tainted with apprehension. Forrest was in charge of her punishment? She didn’t know the woman very well and vice-versa, but Sarah knew she hadn’t made a great impression on the older agent in the brief time they worked together. Sarah’s seemingly constant breaking of procedure when it came to Chuck, the way she seemingly put his feelings before the mission, greatly clashed with Forrest’s professionalism and strict adherence to protocol and procedure. So to hear that the woman standing in front of her was in charge of making her pay for breaking protocol gave Sarah a much greater sense of anxiety than someone like Casey would inspire.

Turning her back on Sarah once more, Forrest reached inside her bag for something.

“So, what are you going to have me do?” Sarah reluctantly asked. She knew that it was best to get whatever humiliating and/or painful punishment out of the way, if it’s even something that could be accomplished in one night.

Forrest seemed to be ignoring Sarah as she pulled something out for her bag. It was a hat of some kind, but Sarah couldn’t tell what, only that it was blue with a black rim.

It almost looks like…a policeman’s hat. But it can’t be. What would she be doing with something like that? Sarah assured herself as Forrest answered Sarah’s previous question.

“Well, Walker, for starters you can get up and put your hands against the wall,” said Forrest in a tone that started off as light and conversational for someone as professional and serious as Forrest could ever get it but ended in a hard, commanding tone.

Sarah thought she must have heard wrong and was about to ask Forrest to repeat herself, when her ability to speak was rendered inoperative.

Forrest had turned around again and as she did she removed her coat and let it crumple to the floor. If Sarah had thought her initial outfit was unusual, she now considered it a regular church going ensemble compared to what had been hidden under it.

Agent Alexandra Forrest of the NSA was standing before Sarah wearing nothing more than the sluttiest excuse of a police uniform Sarah had ever seen. Her shirt was less a shirt and more a bikini top with sleeves. The skimpy material had four buttons but only one was in use at the moment, causing Forrest’s ample braless cleavage to strain against the small plastic circle keeping them in check.

The shirt, for lack of better term, ended right below the button forming an upside ‘V’ of fabric as it guided Sarah’s eyes down the vast amount of beautifully smooth skin of Forrest’s stomach, stopping only when it reached the black leather skort clinging to the curves of her hips that was fastened around her waist.

The only reason that Sarah knew the heart-stopping, panty moistening outfit Forrest was wearing was supposed to be a stripper’s idea of police uniform at all were the words, ‘Police’ and ‘Officer Naughty’ stitched over Forrest’s right and left boobs respectively, the packed gun holster on her hip and the cap on her head with a knock off police badge adorned on it.

If Sarah was a cartoon character, this would be the moment when her jaw would fall all the way to the floor and her eyes would pop out of their sockets. But seeing as she was flesh and blood, Forrest just had to settle for the pleasing sight of Sarah’s dropped jaw and eyes wide in surprise. This had been the absolute last thing Sarah had ever expected to happen. She wouldn’t have been more surprised if Forrest had taken out a gun a put a bullet between her eyes.

Sarah would’ve had to have been completely blind to not notice and appreciate the very appealing figure that Forrest had been blessed with. With piercing blue eyes, defined cheek bones, a chest to rival Sarah’s and what was truly an ass that would not quit, she had defiantly drawn the eyes of one Sarah Walker, a woman who had more than her fair share of ladies for lovers. But Sarah had put Forrest away on her shelf of ‘Pure Fantasy Women’ in part because of Forrest’s strict adherence to protocol and rules made it seem that she would never lower herself to cavorting with co-workers unless she had been ordered to, another part being that Forrest’s position in her brief stint as part of Operation Bartowski was to decide if Sarah was professional enough to stay and Sarah couldn’t risk any possible come-on she might have otherwise attempted on the beautiful blonde in case they were seen as unprofessional.

But now, as the woman Sarah had deemed ‘Pure Fantasy’ the moment they met stood before her with half of her skin showing, all Sarah could think of at that moment was ‘Fuck protocol’.

Unfortunately, her preoccupation with the delicious flesh show she had just been unexpectedly treated to left Sarah’s brain empty of most other thoughts… including any such thoughts of obeying the command she had been given.

“Walker! Did I not make myself clear!” snapped Forrest, advancing on the stunned blonde.

“Huh?” was the only reply, as Sarah had just snapped out from her lust induced trance and had only just allowed Forrest’s words to sink in.

Too little too late, as they say.

“’Huh!’ Is that all you have to say, Walker?” barked Forrest, as she grabbed Sarah by the hair and yanked her up to her feet. Ignoring the yelps of pain from her woman in her hands, Forrest continued. “If I didn’t already know you weren’t a real blonde I would say you really are as stupid as they say most of you bitches are. I guess that’s all just you, isn’t it?”

"Forrest, what the fuck!" yelled Sarah. Her shock over Forrest's revealing attire had numbed her instincts and allowed the other woman to get the drop on her. But now the shock was gone and replaced instead the by pain in her scalp and anger at Forrest.

She swung her left arm up, breaking Forrest's grip on her hair and punching her in the face with her right fist. Forrest stumbled backwards a few steps, allowing Sarah the opportunity to get some space of her own.

"Nice arm, Walker," said Forrest, reaching up to touch her now bleeding lip. "It's not often that a perp gets a shot on me. But I'm totally going to make you regret that."

Forrest advanced on her again but Sarah was the quicker of the two. She scooped up her discarded gun from the bed, but Forrest had expected the move and, before Sarah could properly raise the weapon, she found it knocked from her hand with a well-placed kick from the scantily clad agent.

But Sarah didn't let her lack of weapon discourage her. While her skills with firearms were highly regarded amongst her peers in Washington, it was in hand-to-hand combat that Sarah truly shone.

However, today just didn't seem to be her day, as the next punch Sarah threw at the taller blondes head was easily caught.

Using the momentum of Sarah's punch against her, Forrest spun her around, twisting the trapped arm behind the smaller woman’s, and pinning her against the nearest stretch of bare wall, pinning her against it.

"What the hell has gotten in to you, Forrest? Have you completely lost your mind?" asked Sarah, struggling to free herself, only to find her other arm pinned as well.

"No, I'm perfectly sane," calmly answered Forrest, pressing her body against Sarah's back. "I'm just trying to pin down a perp whose resisting arrest."

Sarah squirmed and flailed to escape, but try as she might, it seemed that Forrest was the stronger of the two. Besides, now that she felt the assertive woman’s body against hers, the woman's barely contained breasts pressed against Sarah's exposed back was making her resistance falter slightly (she had dressed herself in a backless halter top thinking that she wouldn't be feeling a pair of tits pressed against her today).

Forrest sensed Sarah's resistance fading, and decided now was the time to really pounce.

She pressed her lips against Sarah's ear and growled, "You've been a naughty fucking girl, Walker." Sarah's struggles lessened as Forrest took her earlobe in her mouth, lightly nibbling on it, causing her to shudder in arousal. "Breaking protocol to help your boy toy; striking an officer of the law; resisting arrest; threatening me with a gun. You've broken so many laws and now it's time for you to pay."

"How?" asked Sarah in an embarrassed but lustful whisper. She couldn't believe she was actually succumbing to whatever twisted idea of punishment that Forrest was insisting on enacting, but the arousal that had started to bubble up inside the moment Forrest opened her coat was now starting to overwhelm her. She was still struggling and resisting, but that was mostly instinct after years of fighting for her life.

"By doing everything I tell you to do," answered Forrest, punctuating the command with a lick of Sarah's neck. Sarah shuddered at this sensuous feeling.

"Everything?" asked Sarah.

"Everything," confirmed Forrest. While Sarah was still adjusting to the unexpected sensations of Forrest's advances, she didn't realize that one of Forrest's hands had released its grip and was now reaching around her back to get the next tool in her plan for punishment.

"Naughty, law breaking sluts like you need to learn their place in the world, and they need dedicated officers like me to put you there," said Forrest. "And that place," continued Forrest, pulling out a pair of handcuffs and snapping it around one wrist, "is in chains."

"What are you -?" started Sarah, but was cut off by the other click of the cuffs, fully securing her arms behind her back.

"Forrest!” shouted Sarah, tugging at her now bound wrists, but, naturally, the metal didn't give way. "Get these off right now!"

“Tut, tut, tut,” sighed Forrest, her hands, now free of Sarah’s arms, dancing up and down Sarah’s sides. “I can’t do that. I’m a proud officer of the law. I can’t go breaking protocol like you would and let a dangerous felon like you go just because you asked. That wouldn’t be right,” she finished with a chuckle.

Now that Sarah’s hands were restrained, her head now took their place on the wall as her body’s upper support. She was looking over her shoulders, her eyes a fusion of fear and desire.

“Why are you doing this? If you wanted to fuck me all you had to do was ask?” asked Sarah, hoping now that her resistance was broken and that her shameful truth was revealed, that she indeed wanted to fuck Forrest and still would despite her forceful method of seduction, that her captor would dispense of the role play and release Sarah so they could fuck on equal ground.

No such luck, as Forrest had been looking forward to playing with a shackled Sarah Walker too much to put a stop to her fun now. Of course she had seen how willing Sarah would have been to a little tumble in the sheets. The eye fucking she had received from the other blonde ever since they first met told Forrest it wouldn’t take much more convincing then, “Hey, let’s fuck,” to get some fun.

But Alex Forrest was too much of a professional to jump into bed with someone whom she was supposed to be investigating and evaluating. Plus, Sarah’s own unprofessionalism when it came to her asset and overall palpable dislike of Forrest’s presence made it quite clear that while the two women might have thought the other was the hottest piece of ass in the state, they would never get along enough to actually fuck.

So when Alex was recalled back to D.C. she had thought that would be it. Then she stopped by Bartowski’s and one phone call from Beckman later Alex knew she had one last shot.

Not only would she be able to fuck Sarah Walker, something she had wanted to do long before she had met the other woman, but Alex would be able to put the self-assured bitch in her place.

So, after a quick stop to change into the stripper outfit she had used during the mission, Alex made a beeline for Sarah’s apartment complex. And now she had the woman literally in the palm of her hands, moaning at her hands touching her body.

Forrest’s answer to Sarah’s question was much less involved and much more in character.

“Because I am not some cheap slut like you, Walker, who’ll spread her legs for every set of big tits or cock,” scolded Forrest, once again tugging Sarah’s hair back so she could look in the woman’s blue eyes, loving the moan Sarah fought to keep buried but still managed to escape her throat. “Remember, I’m not here to fuck you, Walker. I’m here to discipline you,” said Forrest, letting go of Sarah’s hair, allowing the trapped blonde to once more press her forehead to the plain wallpaper that decorated the room.

Forrest returned her hand to Sarah’s side but didn’t keep it or the other one their much longer.

“Now, before I take you in I’ve got to make sure you don’t have any weapons on your person,” said Forrest, the harsh tone of her voice now one of complete seriousness and professionalism.

Any ideas of professionalism that some foolish person might have had flew right out the still open window when Forrest’s hands shot up and give a more than professional squeeze to Sarah’s breasts.

Once more, a moan forced its way from Sarah’s throat as Forrest’s hands and fingers worked their magic on Sarah’s clothed tits. They weren’t forceful or hurtful, but they also weren’t gentle. They were the hands of a person who wanted to get all over the skin Sarah was hiding.

“And what do we have here,” asked Forrest, acting like she was just some barely interested beat cop as her fingers found the two hard nipples poking through Sarah’s halter top. Ignoring the gasps and moans coming from the restrained blonde, Forrest continued to pinch and lightly tug on Sarah’s hardened flesh as she continued her game. “Two barely concealed and very dangerous weapons. These things could easily put someone’s eye out, Walker, and you were just going to stand here and let me hurt myself, is that what this is Walker?” asked Forrest, fake anger once again in her voice.

When Sarah didn’t respond right away, Forrest pinched down hard on her nipples.

Sarah gasped in pain as Forrest didn’t let up on the pressure on her sensitive points as the in control blonde continued.

“I asked you a question, you fucking tramp! Were you hiding these little weapons hoping to hurt me?” Forrest let go of the tortured nipple, giving Sarah a brief second of relief before pulling as hard as she could on Sarah’s nipples, stretching out her captive’s tits. “Answer me!” She ordered over Sarah’s second gasp.

“No! No, they’re not weapons I swear!” hurried out Sarah.

“Then what are they?” asked Forrest, her lips now right next to Sarah’s ear, pressing her body fully against Sarah’s and not letting up on the pressure on Sarah’s tits.

Sarah, tired of acting the submissive victim in Forrest’s kinky little game, decided that this would be much more fun if she played as well. Grinding her ass back into Forrest’s crotch, she answered, in the sexiest voice she could muster, “They are my rock hard nipples, officer.”

Forrest was much less successful than Sarah at suppressing her moan of desire. Pushing past the moment of weakness she responded to Sarah’s playfulness by growling into Sarah’s ear, “Are they now? Well, my horny little slut, I guess I will just have to see for myself, now won’t I?”

And without waiting for a response, Forrest gripped cups of Sarah’s halter top and yanked them down.

Sarah didn’t even try to hide her moan of delight as her tits bounced and jiggled slightly from their sudden freedom, only to come to another sudden stop when Forrest’s hands resumed their previous explorations – only this time nothing stood between the women’s flesh.

“Fuck!” both women groaned at the meeting of their skin. Sarah couldn’t get enough of the other woman’s wandering hands as they explored the soft flesh that was Sarah’s chest and Forrest absolutely relished the feeling of having these magnificent delights to play with.

“Oh, yeah, these things are definitely dangerous,” said Forrest, her fingers finding Sarah’s nipples, pinching and rubbing the pink nubs. “I’m going to have to get a closer look at these things later.”

Forrest kept a firm hand on Sarah’s chest, going back and forth between the two, not denying love to either, as her other hand made its way down Sarah’s body.

“Now I just got to check the rest of you, make sure you’re not hiding anything under here,” said Forrest, making it very clear what she meant by ‘here’ as she stroked Sarah’s covered ass cheeks. “I’ll give you one thing, Walker. For a law breaking slut, you defiantly have a kick-ass body.”

“T-thanks,” stammered out Sarah, loving the feeling of Forrest’s hands on her body. She certainly knew how to treat Sarah’s tits, giving her the right combination of pain and pleasure just when Sarah needed it. And now with Forrest touching her ass, getting so much closer to the hot pussy just lying beneath the fabric of Sarah’s khaki pants, Sarah knew she wouldn’t be lasting much longer before she was begging Forrest to really touch her.

Forrest got her even closer to the breaking point when she moved her hand around and shoved her hand right up against Sarah’s covered crotch, spreading Sarah’s legs apart to make space.

“Oh my god!” groaned Sarah, her head snapping back from the wall at the exquisite feeling of Forrest stroking her through her pants.

Forrest was stroking up and down on her pants, grinding the seam of them right up against Sarah’s dripping lips and hard clit. This caused Sarah’s already dampening pants to get an even fresher batch of moisture.

When Sarah snapped her head back from the wall, she actually unintentionally moved her whole body with such force that it caught by Forrest by surprise, forcing her to take a step back. Now, Forrest’s body was what was keeping Sarah standing instead of the wall, a position that forced their bodies closer together than ever before. Even in her lust fogged mind Sarah could make out the two small bumps against her bare back that could only have been Forrest’s nipples.

“Whoa there! Where do you think you’re going,” asked Forrest with a laugh, as Sarah squirmed in her grasp in their new position. “There must be something down here that you don’t want me to see if you’re trying to escape like this.”

Forrest then removed her hand from Sarah’s chest to help unbutton Sarah’s pants. “This much heat and wetness merely from one woman’s pants is very suspicious. I need to check it out in a more… hands on fashion.”

Forrest griped the zipper of Sarah’s pants with her right hand, lowering it as slowly as possible as her left hand continued to stroke Sarah’s pussy through the material blocking her hand.

“Gonna get these pants open, shove my hand in them, and get a feel to see if there is anything you’re trying to keep from me,” purred Forrest into Sarah’s ear. She then proceeded to lick and nip at Sarah’s exposed neck. “And if I find something,” said Forrest between licks of Sarah’s reddening skin, “I’m going to have to make you pay for lying to an officer.”

But even with Forrest’s lewd promise ringing in her ear, Sarah wasn’t finding the relief she was hoping for.

Forrest was unzipping her pants as fast as molasses going uphill in the snow. Each click of the metal sliding down seemed to take much longer than necessary and Forrest even slowed down her rubbing on her pants, torturing Sarah with the promise of release, but never giving her the down and out fucking that Sarah had thought was inevitable once Forrest had made her intentions clear.

Sarah could see it clearly now. She now knew what Forrest’s choice of punishment was going to be. Forrest wasn’t simply going to cuff her and “force” her to have sex; while that would have certainly gotten Sarah’s attention and been fun for both women, that wasn’t the point of tonight.

Forrest wanted to make Sarah suffer. She wanted Sarah to feel the dark side of extreme arousal. She was going to work Sarah to the brink of ecstasy, only to yank her back again. She was going to force Sarah to break down and beg for orgasm, for her to promise to be a good girl and promise she would always follow the rules.

The natural fighter in Sarah wanted to rebel, to throw Forrest off of her and somehow take control of the situation; there were few lovers that Sarah allowed to dominate her in bed and, under normal circumstances, she would never have permitted Forrest to be the one in control.

But what Forrest was doing to her body was too good to ignore for a little thing like pride. The pleasure Forrest was promising her with ever dirty word in her ear, hand on her pussy and mouth on her neck was all the trust Sarah needed and she was willing to lower herself slightly by begging if that led to what Sarah needed.

Did that make actually her the slut and whore that Forrest’s crooked cop character was calling her?

‘No, of course not!’ her mind emphatically derided. She was just in desperate need to come and Forrest was willing to give her what she wanted as long as Sarah did what she said.

Sarah ignored the voice in her head that told her that was exactly what a slut and a whore were.

Forrest had pulled her zipper down as far as it could go (‘Finally,’ thought Sarah) and, without any preamble, held her pants open with her left hand and shoved her right hand down them, cupping Sarah’s soaked panties.

“Fuck!” shouted Sarah, as Forrest rubbed all over the silk fabric, pushing it and her fingers against the soft folds of Sarah’s pussy.

“Oh, yeah, Walker, all of this heat and unusual amount of wetness screams at me that you’re hiding something down here,” Forrest growled in Sarah’s ear, the sensation of feeling Sarah’s slippery pussy and her radiating heat through the thin protection of her underwear seemed to amp Forrest’s arousal up almost as much as Sarah’s.

Forrest took Sarah’s earlobe in her mouth, nibbling on it as she used her husky voice to growl, “I’m going to get right in here and search as far as my fingers can go. I’m going to dig deep and search as long as I can.”

“Yeah! Search me,” panted Sarah. Her wrists were struggling against their bonds, trying in vain to free themselves to help her role-playing lover provide a thorough search. “Get your hands all over me and search me! Put your fingers in my pussy and search as long and deep as you want!”

When Sarah felt Forrest pull aside her panties with one hand and tease her lips with the fingers on her other, Sarah dropped the charade and asked for what she really wanted.

“God, Forrest! Please stop teasing me and fuck me!”

This was the wrong thing to say.

Sarah didn’t know what happened next. One moment she was standing against Forrest’s barely clothed body, her fingers just about to push inside her to give Sarah what she wanted, but now Forrest’s coma inducing body had pulled away from her.

Before gravity could enact itself on Sarah’s unbalanced body and send her crumbling to the floor, Sarah felt rough hands shove her body, forcing her to spin around so she was now facing Forrest’s upset face, which was amplified by Forrest’s opaque glasses.

“Wha –” Sarah began to ask before Forrest’s temper cut her off.

“’Fuck you?!’ Who the hell said anything about fucking you?” snapped Forrest, her face so close to Sarah’s that Sarah could feel flecks of spit land on her face. “I’m not out here trolling for some cheap piece of ass to help get her rocks off! I’m here to do my job and punish dirty little law breakers like you!”

Half an hour ago, if anybody got in Sarah Walker’s face and yelled at her like Forrest was now, she would be introducing her fists to that person’s face and/or stomach. She never allowed anybody to talk down to her like this unless they were her superior officer. And while Alex Forrest might have a few more years under the belt than Sarah did, she was no way in a position, job wise, that would save her from Sarah’s wrath.

But this wasn’t half an hour ago, and now all Sarah could think of was how close she had been. If she had only kept the role-play up, she would be fast track on her way to one hell of an orgasm. Now, because her libido couldn’t keep its self in check, who knows what torture Forrest would put her through before giving Sarah the bliss of a nice, hard cum.

“I was just about to do my job and search your filthy little cunt for anything you might be trying to hide from me, but because you can’t seem to remember your place here, I’m going to have to remind you,” ranted Forrest.

Before Sarah could ask what that meant, Forrest once again pushed on Sarah’s shoulders. This time, however, she was forcing Sarah down, a force that Sarah had no choice but to comply with, now knowing what was going to be asked of her.

Now on her knee’s, Sarah was eye level with Forrest’s leather skort. This also put her dangerously close to those two marvelous stems that were lucky to call themselves Forrest’s legs. They were as immaculate as the rest of Forrest’s body was sure to be, the only difference being that Forrest was actually allowed to show these gems off in public in all their glory, unlike her covered tits, ass, and pussy.

Despite how upset Sarah was at now getting her release, she now longed to get her mouth all over the gorgeous objects half hidden in the boots.

“Eye’s up here, Walker,” snapped Forrest.

Sarah ripped her gaze away from Forrest’s creamy thighs to look up at the woman towering over her. Somewhere between Sarah getting on her knees and Forrest drawing her attention back up to her face, Forrest had ditched her glasses all together. So now Sarah was able to lock her own blue eyes with the blue ones of her soon-to-be lover.

“I swear, you’re just as bad as those pigs at Dr. Faithful’s little shindig the other day,” said Forrest with a roll of her eyes, breaking character herself for a moment. “Can’t keep your eyes or your hands to yourself. Although you seem to be excelling at the hands one,” added Forrest with a brief glimpse at Sarah’s bound hands.

‘Dr. Faithful’s little shindig’ was the bachelor party that Chuck had thrown for his future brother-in-law, Devon ‘Captain Awesome’ Woodcombe. The party had actually just been a diversion so Chuck could swipe a tool Team Bartowski needed to complete a mission. When Chuck’s original plan looked like it wasn’t working, Forrest improvised and crashed the party as a stripper in a police uniform.

The same uniform she was standing in front of a kneeling, partially undressed Sarah in.

“Although I have to cut them some slack, I guess. After all, a body like mine must be very hard to ignore” conceded Forrest. “The same can be said for yours as well, Walker,” admitted Forrest, her eyes feasting on the kneeling Sarah, with her big tits hanging out of her top and her nipples standing firm at attention, the white flesh still slightly red from Forrest’s earlier rough treatment.

“Ahem!” coughed Sarah. As much as she liked knowing her body brought lust to Forrest, there were urgent matters to attend to right now that could be accomplished by talking.

“Oh, yes. Where was I?” a slightly flustered Forrest asked, shaking herself from her gaze. One glance at Sarah’s needy eyes gave Forrest the reminder she needed.

“Right,” said Forrest, her voice steeling up again. “I need to remind you your place. You can’t just ask hardworking, protocol following, honest cops like myself to fuck you just because you can’t keep your legs shut,” she reprimanded.

She looked down on a Sarah, whose body was now trembling with palpable to arousal, with a harsh glare before she broke out a very lust filled smirk and said, “It’s your job to fuck us.”

Reaching down to her belt buckle, she unsnapped it and through the leather strap to the side.

 “Normally I would ask you to do this part yourself, but seeing as you’re all tied up at the moment,” said Forrest with a triumphant glance at Sarah’s cuffed hands, “I’ll just have to do it myself.”

Sarah brushed aside the taunts Forrest was throwing at her, preferring to focus on the woman's hands as they unfastened her skort. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband, Forrest slowly pushed it down.

Inch by glorious inch, Sarah was treated to the tantalizing sight of Alex Forrest fully exposing her pussy to Sarah's hungry eyes.

And what a lovely pussy it was. Forrest had trimmed her bush down to a small landing strip that told Sarah that Forrest was as much as a natural blonde as she was. As Forrest stepped out of the black leather, tossing it aside to land on her long forgotten coat, Sarah could see the glistening pink delight that lay between Forrest's legs.

“You know what to do,” said Forrest with a bored tone of one asking a stranger about the weather, not telling a handcuffed NSA agent to eat her pussy.

Sarah did, of course, know what to do.

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Knowing she would never get free and fucked herself unless she did what Forrest wanted, Sarah ignored the throbbing need in between her own legs and lunged forward, closing the gap of few inches that lay between her lips and Forrest’s drooling pussy.

Both women moaned in pleasure as Sarah’s mouth instantly found Forrest’s clit. Sarah wrapped her starving lips around Forrest’s hard pleasure bud and began to suck on it.

“Fuck, Walker!” gasped Forrest as Sarah worked her magic on her. “I knew you would be good, but I didn’t know you would be so good so fast. Oh my god yes, fuck me!”

Sarah mouth curved into a smile around Forrest’s clit. For someone who was talking so much shit only a few seconds ago, Forrest was very quick with her praise. Sarah couldn’t wait till her hands were free and she had a huge orgasm of her own. The moment Forrest let her guard down, Sarah was going to pounce.

Forrest thinks she’s so tough now, thought Sarah, but let’s see how tough she is when I’m the one on top.

But before all of that could happen, Sarah had a job to do first. And a job she was very eager to do, at that.

Sarah had switched to flicking Forrest’s clit around with her tongue now, a switch in tactic that Forrest very much approved of, judging by the increase in her moans and filthy language.

“Oh, shit Walker! Eat my cop pussy! Get your tongue all over my hard little clit and my dripping cunt! Yeah this is where you belong, isn’t Walker? On your knees eating a hot juicy cunt! This is why you want to stay here with the dweeb, right? Not because his little nerd charm swept you off your feet, but so you can have all the smokin’ hot bikini babes a little slut like you could want? So you can eat their fucking bimbo cunts as much as you want to eat mine! FUCK!!!” shouted Forrest in surprised pleasure, her head snapping back causing her hat to fly off, as Sarah took a small little bite on Forrest’s clit.

Sarah had done this as a bit of small payback for Forrest’s wild and inaccurate assumptions and to hopefully get her to shut up.

In that regard, she failed miserably. Once Sarah got her tongue back onto Forrest’s clit, soothing any pain that might have lingered from her playful bite, Forrest started to laugh through her moans.

Looking down at her lover, Forrest had a dangerous gleam in her eyes as she said, “So, you like it a little rough, do you Walker? That’s good to know.”

Sarah tried to shut out the profane encouragements showering down on her and concentrate solely on the task at hand. Sarah liked dirty talk during sex as much as the next girl, but Forrest was starting to get obnoxious.

Since her hands were trapped behind her back, Sarah had a more difficult time sticking her tongue into Forrest's pussy than she usually would have, but she sincerely enjoyed the "challenge" of sliding her tongue between Forrest's folds to get at the hole buried beneath them.

After a few hard jabs, however, Sarah was able to thrust her tongue in and out of Forrest in a steady rhythm. Every few thrust's Sarah would stop her tongue in Forrest's dripping gash and wiggle it around inside Forrest's clamping lips.

"Fuckkkkkkkkkk," moaned Forrest as Sarah's tongue thrust itself in her pussy. “Oh, fucking shit! Damn Walker, use that hot tongue! Eat my fucking wet cunt with your whore mouth! Swallow my sweet juices down your slutty throat!" demanded a forceful Forrest, gripping Sarah hard by her hair and jamming her face deeper into her pussy.

Now by nature Sarah wasn't a submissive person. Far from it, she always tried to be in control of every part of her life, whether it be personal, professional, or sexual. She never allowed people to just walk over her and control her, with the obvious exception of her superior's in Washington. In fact the only person Sarah ever gave up control to in bed was Carina, but that was mainly because of Carina's "No means yes" attitude and Sarah's strange inability to deny her redheaded lover anything. With every other of Sarah's lover's, she was the one who called the shots, whether a long time partner like Bryce, or one-time flings like the majority of her female lovers.

But Forrest had made it very clear from the word go that she was the one calling the shots and there would be no arguments. And while Sarah was actually enjoying Forrest's sweet taste and forceful grip, she didn't want to make this a recurring habit.

Sarah was now thrusting her tongue as deep as it could burrow in Forrest’s pink, hoping to get her forceful lover off as quick as possible. Normally Sarah would try to give her lover as much pleasure as possible for as long as she could, for both of their benefit, but the metal cuffs and the way they were forcing her arms back was starting to hurt.

So, with the promise of a creamy orgasms to drink down and the removal of her metal bindings, Sarah used all of the skill she had picked up in her years between pretty ladies legs and focused on bringing Agent Alex Forrest to the strongest orgasm she ever had.

Removing her tongue from Forrest’s clenching cunt, Sarah wrapped her lips around her stiff clit and began to suck.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK!!!” shouted Forrest, her knees starting to buckle from the near overwhelming sensations washing through her body. Her hips were thrusting into Sarah’s sucking mouth with her hands digging into Sarah’s hair, thrusting her willing captive’s face deeper into her wetness with every shove. “You are one talented little slut aren’t you? You know how to work a pussy like a pro! But then again I FUCK!” yelped Forrest as Sarah stopped sucking on her clit only to replace the suction with slaps of her tongue. “Right there, Walker! Fuck my hard fucking clit!”

Sarah smiled around Forrest’s clit. Forrest was right in that she was a pro when it came to pussy. She could manage a cock like a master as well, but men were much easier to get off than women. All it takes to get most men off is a few sucks of hard dick and a lustful stare up at them. For women, Sarah really had to work for her goal. She had to find the right spots and the right amount of pressure for every different girl she fucked. So to hear this take-no-shit woman praise her cunt eating skills was a major achievement.

But Sarah’s smile was wiped clean away with the next words tumbling out of her trembling lover’s mouth.

“But then again,” continued Forrest, her word’s interspersed with sharp gasps, “I knew you were gasp a fantastic cunt lapper gasp even before I met you gasp. I don’t know how many gasp times I’ve watched your video. It gasp gets me off every time.”

The ease in which Sarah escaped the grip Forrest had on her head told both women how into all of this Sarah was and how unnecessary the standing woman’s hands were in the first place.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” demanded a horrified Forrest, her beautiful face, which had just been a mask of pure ecstasy and euphoria, was now wrenched into one of outrage and anger at her “slaves” unexpected pause in work. “Get back in there, slut! You haven’t made this Officer cum all over your whore face!”

But Forrest’s orgasm and how close she was to it was the farthest thing on Sarah’s mind at the moment, despite how important it had been to her just five seconds ago.

“What video?” asked Sarah, a sense of fear like she hadn’t felt before coursing through her veins.

The look of anger on Forrest’s face shifted to one of joy. “You mean you don’t know?” she asked, not even trying to keep the joyfulness out of her voice. “It’s only one of the most popular video’s circulating around our little club.”

Sarah’s stomach was now churning like it always did when she was about to hear news she knew she didn’t want to hear.

“What. Video?!” Demanded Sarah fiercely, not at all caring that she couldn’t look any less dangerous right now, with her hands trapped behind her back and her lips and chin covered in a shiny glaze from Forrest’s pussy juice

Forrest couldn’t help but laugh. She had always wondered if Walker had ever found out about the little leak that had occurred in the NSA, and now she had the answer.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” teased Forrest, bending down to brush some of Sarah’s disheveled hair behind her ear, only to have Sarah wrench her head away. “Just a little video that’s made its way out of the NSA and on to practically every agent’s computer. And you’re the star. You and that sandwich shop hottie.”

Forrest didn’t need to say anything more. Sarah knew exactly what she was talking about.

A few months ago she had a mission that involved sleeping with a woman named Lou, Chuck’s girlfriend at the time, in order to get information. Sarah had known a planted camera had recorded the activities, she had even asked for a copy herself to enjoy at home, but she never expected that it would ever be seen by people not directly involved with Operation Bartowski.
Sarah wouldn't have been more gobsmacked if somebody had lit her hair on fire. A video of her and Lou? And it has been seen by most of her fellow agents in Washington and all over the world? A well of fury surged throughout Sarah's body.

How could this have happened? What piece of shit snuck through the NSA secret files to find it? Who would want to humiliate her like this?

"How did this happen?! Beckman told me it would never be seen by anybody else! Who's responsible! I'll kill them!" demanded Sarah, moving away from Forrest to try and stand up. To do what exactly, Sarah honestly didn't know, but she knew it wouldn't be pleasant for anyone.

"Whoa, hold on, where do you think you're going?" asked Forrest, placing her hands on Sarah's shoulders to keep her in place between Forrest's thighs. "You aren't done here."

"Are you out of your mind, Forrest?" snapped Sarah, actually struggling now to remove herself from Forrest's firm grip, but failing due to her lack of full use of her arms. "Let me go! I'm in no mood for this shit anymore!"

"And what are you going to do if I let you go? Go and beat up all of Washington?" derided Forrest, loving the sight of Sarah squirming and muttering protests. "The cat's out of the bag now, Walker and has been for a while now. It sucks, I admit, but there's nothing you can do about it."

Sarah was so full of hate at this moment: hate for the bastard who handed out her tape like candy on Halloween, the tape that was made for national security purposes; hate for the perverted assholes who got themselves off over her and Lou's night of passion; hate towards Beckman for failing to keep her promise; hate for Forrest, who has admitted to watching and fucking herself to the video, and who was forcing Sarah to continue this game; but, most of all, Sarah hated herself.

She hated herself because the first emotion Sarah felt when Forrest told her about the leak wasn't anger, even though that quickly became the dominate emotion. No, the emotion Sarah first experienced had been arousal.

The thought that people she had never and would never meet had seen her naked and fuck another woman, much to Sarah's embarrassment and shame, turned her on immensely. She could picture men whipping out their cocks and jerking themselves off until they erupted all over themselves because they wished they could slide themselves into one of Sarah's hot holes. She could see women shoving their hands between their legs and fucking themselves with fingers and toys, wanting to be where Lou was and slurp down all of Sarah's delicious juices for themselves.

Sarah could also clearly see Forrest spread out on her bed, her computer screen covered with the images of her and Lou exploring each other’s bodies, playing with her body, her eyes glued to the screen and her cries and moans joining those emanating from the computer speakers.

Despite how truly angry she was and how violated she felt at her invasion of privacy, Sarah couldn't help but feel a smile tug at the ends of her lips. A smile that Forrest spotted and pounced upon.

"Holy shit! You really are a slut, Walker!" laughed Forrest. "You like that don't you? You like knowing people are watching you and getting their rocks off over how hot you are?"

"No!" protested Sarah in what must have been the worst lie she had ever told in her life. She could hear how high pitched and feeble it sounded and knew that Forrest wouldn't buy it for a second.

"Yeah, right Walker," mocked Forrest with a small eye roll. "Your little cunt must be dripping even more just thinking of all the cum that's been wasted thanks to you and what's her name."
Sarah was about to angrily tell Forrest "what's her name's" actual name when Forrest most easily took her mind off her troubled mind by reaching down and rubbing between Sarah's legs.

"Ahhhhhhh," gasped Sarah as Forrest stroked her wet, fleshy lips.

"Oh yeah, we've got a soaking wet little cunt down here," said Forrest, well aware that her hunched over position brought her face closer to Sarah's. She brought her lips to but an inch away from Sarah's own and whispered, "This is a cunt that wants to be fucked. Do you want me to fuck your cunt, Walker? Do you want me to make you cum?"

Sarah mentally cursed how easy Forrest had distracted her from her anger over the tape, but Forrest's magic fingers on her pussy were leaving no resistance left in Sarah.

"Yes, I want you to make me cum! Please make me cum!" begged Sarah, her eyes wide open and locked onto the pair hovering inches above, hating how Forrest was just teasing her when it would be so easy for the dominating blonde to shove those fingers into her.

Forrest stuck her tongue out and licked Sarah's upper lip. "Well to bad."

Snatching her hand from between Sarah's legs, Forrest let go of the kneeling blonde and walked over to Sarah's bed. Sitting down on the bed Forrest said, "You have to earn it remember? I think you've forgotten what tonight's been all about. You've been a naughty, law breaking tramp and you need to prove to me that you're worthy of letting go. And you haven't helped your case when you stopped fucking me when I was so close to cumming all over your whore face to whine about your little porno so," Forrest spread her legs, showing Sarah her pink pussy lips glistening with juice and saliva, "if you want those hand cuffs off and me to forgive your break of protocol, get back to work!"

Sarah was still angry over the whole leaked video revelation, but right now her raging arousal was winning the fight over her temper, so she quickly obeyed Forrest's command.

Sarah shuffled on her knees the few feet between her and the bed where Forrest was displaying herself. Her knees were burning from the roughness from her carpeted floor and she knew she would feel them in the morning, but right now that didn't matter. Tasting Forrest's cum and then cumming for herself was all that Sarah cared for right now.

Both women were now eager for Sarah to make Forrest cum for their own selfish reason's so once Sarah was positioned back between Forrest's legs, Forrest didn't hesitate to grab Sarah by her head and shove her back to where she belonged: with her face pressed right against Forrest's soaked twat.

Sarah reacted instinctively and extended her tongue, resuming her interrupted task of eating Forrest's pussy. She didn't hesitate to just start licking those dripping pink lips, drinking down the moisture that had built there. Sarah was delighted to find that the juices she had drunk down were instantly replaced by more.

"Fuck yessssssssss," moaned Forrest as Sarah licked the length of her pussy again and again. "Keep it up, Walker! Keep eating my hot cunt like the talented little porn star slut you are and I'll cum all over your pretty face! And then," she added, tilting Sarah's head up slightly so that Sarah was now looking her straight in the eyes but still tonguing her splayed snatch, " then I might forgive you and make you cum like the good little bitch you are!"

Seeing as how Sarah had juice leaking down her creamy legs like a hose someone didn't turn off all the way, she was truly desperate for the orgasm Forrest was teasing her with. She began attacking Forrest's clit in earnest, not showing the throbbing bud any gentleness. She wanted Forrest's cum and she wanted it now.

Knowing that Sarah wouldn't be leaving the pleasurable comforts between her legs anytime soon, Forrest removed her hands from Sarah's head. Wanting to add more to the surging pleasure from Sarah's tongue, Forrest removed her top and threw it aside, fully freeing her tits, which had been bouncing and jiggling wildly from within their prison from Forrest's thrashing body.

"Oh shit, Walker! I'm close! I'm so fucking clooooooooooooosssssseeeeeee!" shrieked Forrest, taking a firm grasp of her bouncing tits, adding to the hurricane of pleasure coursing through her being.

Sarah could felt a gush of liquid spurt from Forrest and knew that her lover was indeed just moments away from a huge release. Knowing her lover was just a few seconds away, Sarah removed her mouth from Forrest's clit, instead clamping her mouth around Forrest's soaking snatch and began sucking the yummy lips of her labia as hard as she could.

"OH FUCKING SHIT!!! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna CUMMMMMMMM!!! AHHHHHHHHH YEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" howled Forrest, as met the sweet release she had been working towards all night. Her right hand stayed fused to her chest, gripping her tit so hard it hurt, while her left flew down and pressed to the back of Sarah’s head keeping her in place.

Sarah barely felt the unnecessary pressure, however, as she was fully engrossed in the job of licking up and swallowing every drop of Forrest’s cum that she could. And with her experienced tongue she was quite successful, with only a few streaks of cream escaping her mouth’s clutches and landing on her chin and nose.

“Well," sighed Forrest, falling back on the bed and wiping some hair that clung to her sweat coated forehead out from her eyes. "You certainly are a talented little whore aren't you?"

Sarah straightened herself up so that Forrest could get a good look at her from where she knelt between her smiling lovers legs. Forrest's smile grew even wider when she got a good look at Sarah's sweaty face with her nose, lips and chin shining from the little cum she had failed to swallow.

"I've had lots of practice, Officer," answered Sarah, hoping that using playing up to Forrest's role play after giving her the massive orgasm the older agent had been striving for would finally agree to taking the cuffs off and, more importantly, return the favor and give Sarah her own aching release. "Please, Officer, could you take these cold things off?" She shook her wrists behind her back, making a soft jangling sound of metal against metal. "I want to touch you while you fuck me."

This sounded like a very reasonable suggestion to Forrest.

"I think you earned your freedom," said Forrest, rolling away from Sarah and off the bed.

Her trip off the bed lasted all of one second as her shaky legs failed to hold her up right and sent her back down to the bed. Sarah saw this and couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her lips. "I guess I was better then you thought."

Forrest's head whipped around to glare at the laughing blonde.

"Laugh while you still can, Walker. Because it's my turn now and I'm not going to be as gentle as you were," warned Forrest, who had a much more successful second try at leaving the bed.

She walked over to the bag she had left on the table and reached inside.

Sarah, who had taken Forrest's place by lying on the bed, was not-so-patiently waiting for her lover to return. While she could do much self-pleasure with her hands neutralized behind her back, she was doing the best she could by squeezing her thighs together, trying to relieve the pressure. But when she saw what Forrest pulled from her bag, it stopped her in her tracks.

"Holy shit," gasped Sarah, her eyes locked on the large black strap-on dangling from Forrest's hand.

"What's the matter, Walker? You're not scared of a little bit of plastic, are you?" teased Forrest as she stepped into the leather harness, loving how fixated Sarah was on her not-so-little toy.

While it was true Sarah hadn't been expecting Forrest to pull this out of her little bag of tricks, it also wasn't Sarah first time with a plastic dick either. Shaking herself out of her stunned stupor, Sarah said, "Unlock these cuffs and I'll show you how scared I am, Officer!"

Forrest laughed at Sarah's bravado. "Oh yeah, I'm glad you decided to be a law breaking slut. You're just so fucking eager!"

Forrest secured the straps around her waist. Once the plastic was safe and secure around her hips, Forrest picked up the keys to the handcuffs.

"Since you've been such a cooperative and accommodating little law and protocol breaker, let's get those nasty things off you," said Forrest, walking over to the bed. The completely natural way in which she walked with that hard plastic hanging from her hips told Sarah that this was far from the first time that Alex Forrest had adorned her miniature weapon.

Sarah watched the plastic bob and bounce with each step and could feel her juices dripping down her ass crack to soak the bed sheets. She couldn't wait to feel that hard shaft pound into her.

When Forrest reached the edge of the bed, she held up the key and gestured for Sarah to approach her. Eager to rid herself of these damn cuffs once and for all, Sarah got back onto her knees and shuffled over to Forrest. She tried to turn her back so Forrest could see the metal cuffs, but Forrest placed her hands on her hips and forced Sarah to face her.

"If you think I need to see a pair of cuffs to unlock them, you severely underestimate me, Walker," said Forrest before closing the distance between her and Sarah and kissed the younger spy.

Sarah moaned into Forrest's mouth as the two women pressed their bodies fully against each other’s. Sarah loved feeling Forrest's big, all natural tits squashing into her own hefty pair. Of all the women Sarah and been with since she first arrived in Burbank, Forrest easily had the biggest rack of them all and Sarah loved feeling a pair of tits against her own that her own didn't immediately dwarf.

Sarah moans fused with Forrest's when the standing woman opened her mouth and allowed Sarah to stick her tongue inside and rub against her own.

But by far what set both women off the most was the feel of Forrest's plastic dick in between their slick, sweaty bodies. When Sarah's body was pressed against Forrest's the two smooching agents inadvertently sandwiched the strap-on between them, forming a cock sandwich with the two sweaty stomach and pair of toned muscles acting as the most succulent bread.

Wanting to shove her forever hard dick into the hot cunt pressing into her body, Forrest wrapped her arms around Sarah, grabbing her wrists. This brought even more contact between the two lover’s sticky bodies, making the moans being shared much more passionate.

Forrest broke the kiss, not moving to far though, pressing her forehead to Sarah's. A strand of saliva remained connected to the women's lower lips, needlessly reminding them of the messy make-out session they just enjoyed.

"I love tasting my cum on another woman's tongue," panted Forrest, snapping the strand.

"So do I," agreed Sarah, whose breath was just as frantic. "Now, are you going to show me how talented with cuffs like you said you are, or are you just going to make me squirm. Because I want to taste myself off that cock, and I'm not going to do that with these things on."

Forrest shuddered at the thought of Sarah with her amazing lips wrapped around her dick, cleaning the shaft of her juices.

Tossing aside the idea of just throwing Sarah back on the bed and fucking her ragged, Forrest calmed herself and, with a smile so smug it should be illegal, Forrest held the key between both of their panting mouth and said, "Close your eyes and count to four."

Sarah raised her eyebrow at the odd command, but acquiesced all the same. Closing her eyes, she began to count, "One...two..."

Before Sarah could get to three, however, she heard the all too familiar click of a handcuff lock and, before she could wrap her mind over her now freed hands, she was greeted with the sight of Forrest dangling the metal bindings from her finger.

"Told you," bragged Forrest, before tossing the now useless metal away.

Sarah knelt there for a second, totally surprised at the speed and talent of Forrest's hands, before quickly getting over it and doing the thing she wanted to do the moment Forrest locked her hands together.

There was a loud SMACK as Sarah's hand came in contact with Forrest's face.

Forrest's head snapped to the side, her hair flying in front of her face as Sarah growled, "That was for cuffing me."

Forrest turned her head to face Sarah again with a grin on her face that, with her hair draped across it made Forrest look much scarier than she actually was.

Grabbing the grinning woman by the face Sarah added, "And this is for making me enjoy it so much."

She then gave Forrest a big, passionate kiss, shoving her tongue as far down Forrest's throat as it could reach.

Forrest moaned at how aggressive Sarah was being. As much as she loved holding the power in bed, when she met the right partner she was more than willing to give up the control. And Sarah Walker had so far proven to be more than up to the challenge.

But she wasn't going to give up without a fight.

Breaking the kiss, Forrest grabbed Sarah's shirt beneath her hanging tits and tore it down the middle. Sarah shrugged off her ruined top and got to work on ridding herself of her pants.

Forrest decided to help by shoving Sarah back onto the bed. Sarah fell back, her tits bouncing slightly as she reached down to push her pants and panties off. Forrest helped by tugging them off and finishing the job of making both blondes naked as the day they were born, except for Forrest’s boots and one other important exception.

An exception that Sarah was eyeing hungrily like a starving man eyes a freshly baked ham.

“God, Forrest, fuck me! I need to cum and I want to feel that cock in me!” solicited Sarah, spreading her legs and rubbing the needy set of lips that lay in the middle.

Forrest just stood there at the end of the bed, stroking her fake dick like it was real, enjoying the sight of Sarah rubbing herself in front of her. But before Forrest fucked the needy blonde, she needed to make sure that Sarah knew who was in charge.

Placing herself between Sarah’s splayed legs, Forrest reached down and removed Sarah’s hand from her pussy and replaced it with the head of her dildo. She didn’t push it in, just placed it against the hot, slick flesh, teasing Sarah with the prospect of penetration but never following through.

“Oh you bitch,” Sarah half laughed, half cried as her body instinctively responded by bucking forward to try and forced the hard plastic into her. Forrest anticipated this act and moved her hips back in response, but kept constant contact with Sarah’s cunt lips.

“I’m not the bitch here, Walker,” whispered Forrest harshly, before pressing her body down on top of Sarah’s, squashing her tits into the pining woman’s, their diamond hard nipples clashing like miniature swords and kissing the whimpering woman. “You are!” she declared after breaking the kiss. “Look at you, trying to get my cock inside your slutty little cunt because you just need to cum!” Forrest pulled her body away and resumed her previous position of kneeling between Sarah’s legs. She gripped her rubber dick and moved it so that she was rubbing the length of the black rubber against the wet cunt, triggering even more desperate moans from Sarah’s panting lips.

“Beg for it, Walker! Beg me to fuck you! Beg me to slam my big dick in your wet, fucking cunt!” ordered Forrest, getting her dick covered in Sarah’s pussy juice.

Sarah would have killed a man at this point to cum, so an insignificant thing like begging was more than worth the price.

“Fuck me, Forrest! Take my slutty law breaking pussy and make it yours!! Slam your giant fucking dick into my sopping wet cunt and make me scream!! Make me fucking howl, Forrest!! Make me cum all over you big, black cock!!! Just FUCK MEEEEEE YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!” Sarah’s begging became garbled shouts of passion as Forrest gave in to Sarah’s filthy pleas and pushed her dick inside Sarah’s sticky folds.

Forrest sank the first five inches of her rubber dick into Sarah’s pussy before pulling out. She built up a steady rhythm of slowly going deeper with every thrust, giving Sarah the deep fucking she craved.

“Yeah, shove that cock in me,” Sarah moaned, her hand reaching up to wrap around Forrest’s neck, pulling her down on top of her. Forrest had to bend over in order to kiss her lover and keep up the pace of the fucking, but it was worth the mild discomfort to feel Sarah’s gasps of hot breath against her cheek with every thrust. “Stab that hard cock in my law breaking twat! This is what I deserve! A big fucking dick fucking my brains out! OH SHIT!!!” yelled Sarah as Forrest made a push and plunged another two inches into her. “YES!!! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!!!” she screamed as her bucking hips finally slapped against Forrest, telling her what her stretched pussy already knew: that every inch of Forrest’s 9 inch cock was buried in her.

Forrest’s own moans as the nub on the inside of her harness rubbed against her clit were drowned out by Sarah’s screams. She had been ignoring the sharp pleasure that coursed through her with every downward plunge and concentrated solely on giving Sarah the fucking she so desperately desired, but now that she had bottomed out in Sarah, every slam of her hips sent an even bigger jolt of ecstasy burning throughout her body.

She didn’t allow this to slow her down, though. Far from it, her own juices seeping from beneath the leather harness and down her legs actually made Forrest go faster.

“OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!”  hollered Sarah as Forrest pounded away mercilessly between her legs. Forrest was now kneeling up right and was holding Sarah’s legs spread open at her side, giving Forrest more room to plunge.

Both women’s tits were bouncing wildly on their chests. Sarah’s, due to her flat angle on the bed, could actually slapping her in the chin if a particularly hard thrust from Forrest hit her just right. Sarah reached up from where her hands were clawing at the bed sheets and began to roughly grope Forrest’s bouncing jugs.

“Yeah, you whore!” growled Forrest, her naturally deep voice now a husky snarl. “Play with my big tits! Play with my big fucking tits while your whore cunt swallows my big cock!” commanded Forrest, who removed one of her hands from Sarah’s leg and swung it upward, slapping Sarah’s bouncing ass.

“Mmmmmmmmm yes!” moaned Sarah as her free leg wrapped around Forrest’s waist, inserting the strap-on deeper into her.

This was the reaction Forrest had been hoping for.

“Oh, yes, I knew a slut like you would love getting her big ass slapped!” laughed Forrest, smacking Sarah’s round butt four more time.

“FUCK YES!!!” screamed Sarah at the rough treatment her rear was receiving. “I love having my ass slapped! Hardly anyone ever does it!!”

“Well, I’m not anyone,” panted Forrest, proceeding to slap Sarah’s ass three more times. “I can spank your ass just like I can fuck your greedy little cunt: better than anyone else!”

As if to prove her point, Forrest pulls her cock out of Sarah. Before Sarah had a chance to protest the abrupt halt to her fucking though, Forrest told her, “Hands and knees, Walker.”

Sarah was moving to the ordered position before her name had left Forrest’s lips. She turned over and placed herself, not quite on her hands and knees, but elbows instead. She looked over her shoulder to watch Forrest as she drank in what Sarah knew to be a glorious sight. While Sarah has obviously never had firsthand experience facing her own splayed ass and pussy from behind, she had many lovers express their deep, lustful desires for her curvy backside. Plus Sarah has had many chances to admire plenty of women’s asses herself before she fucked them with her own strap-on.

Wanting to give her lover more incentive, Sarah shook her butt and said, “Come on, Officer. I was so close! Fuck me so I can suck my cum off your night stick!”

Her teasing earned each of her ass cheeks a sharp slap, but Forrest got back into position all the same. Scooching up so her cock was once again rubbing its length against Sarah’s sodden gash, Forrest reached down with one hand to grip her cock while the other held on to Sarah’s ass.

“Prepare for the fucks to end all fucks, Walker,” boasted Forrest as she once again pushed her cock inside her lover. This time, however, there was no gradual insertion. Once Forrest was sure the head of her cock was surely in her moaning lover, Forrest slammed the entire length in Sarah with one thrust.

“FUCK!!!” howled Sarah, her whole body lurching forward from the force of Forrest’s body. Her hanging tits bounced clear off her chin as she tried to recover from her empty pussy all of a sudden being filled to the brim.

There was no time for recovery however, for as soon as Forrest made sure she didn’t do any permanent damage to the younger woman, she resumed the fast paced fucking she had put on pause before.

“AHHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” cried Sarah as Forrest furiously hammered away at Sarah’s sopping pussy.

The room was filled with the sounds of animalistic sex: flesh slapping against flesh as Forrest’s hips slammed into Sarah’s shaking ass; Sarah’s screams that would switch from fevered moans to the filthiest words imaginable depending on how much her exhausted voice box could produce; Forrest’s own moans which began to pick up as time went on; and of course the wet, squishing of Sarah’s cunt as Forrest’s cock sheathed and retracted itself from the soaking wet folds.

Remembering one of the reasons Forrest switched the fun to this position, she quickly added another sound to the cacophony by swinging one of her hands away from their death grip on Sarah’s hips and bringing it down on Sarah’s ass.

“Oh god yessssssss,” groaned Sarah as her eye’s rolled back in her head from the sharp sting of pleasure. “Spank my naughty ass!” she encouraged. “Punish me for loving your big, hard cock!”
Forrest didn’t need to be told twice. As her hips canted back in forth into Sarah’s greedy juice box, she brought her hand down again on Sarah butt and then repeated it again and again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Forrest would switch hands after every few spanks to spread the tough love over both of Sarah’s luscious cheeks. And all the while Forrest pounded away at Sarah’s loosest hole. After a few minutes of her barrage of spanks, Sarah’s ass now had a bright pink hue.

Then Sarah felt something that she had longed to feel all night. After being built up to the boiling point all night, Sarah could feel her orgasm mounting within her. Her eyes were clenched tight in exquisite ecstasy as she began to shove her hips back faster to drive Forrest deeper inside her, trying to bring her long awaited release into reality.

“Oh god, Forrest! I’m gonna cum!!” squealed Sarah over the din of their noisy bodies.

“Yes, cum for me!” Forrest urged, draping her body on top of Sarah’s, pressing her own tits into Sarah’s sweaty back, her nipples feeling like nails on a chalk board they were so hard. Forrest then reached up and grabbed Sarah’s dangling tits, squeezing them and using them as a point of leverage for her to slam harder and harder into Sarah, swiveling her hips and moving the cock inside her, wanting Sarah’s cum all over her dick as much as Sarah did. “Cum all over my big black cock! I want you to taste yourself over every! Single! Inch!” she gave hard, echoing slams into Sarah to punctuate each word, shoving the nub harder into her own clit at the same time she finally succeeded in pushing Sarah over the edge.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! HERE I CUM ALL OVER YOUR FUCKING COCK!!! ALEXXXXXXXXX!!!” howled Sarah. Her hips stopped slamming back to meet Forrest, stopping with every inch of the black rubber buried inside as her orgasm soaked it further.

And Forrest found her own release at that same moment. The overwhelming pressure on her clit combined with the unexpected pleasure of Sarah shouting out her first name broke the wave that had been building in her.

“FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK SARAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” shouted Forrest as the leather strap covering her pussy was flooded with her cum.

The two women knelt there on the bed, connected by the rubber and leather on Forrest’s hips, their bodies trembling as their orgasm’s accompanied one another to their peaks. The grip Forrest had on Sarah’s tits was almost brutal, but the lower blonde hardly felt it as she came down from her overwhelming high.

Finally, after both women had let loose every drop of cum that they could, Forrest pulled her dick out with a messy squish.

Sarah wanted to just plop down on the bed and finally get that sleep she had been seeking when she first entered the room so long ago, but knew she couldn’t. She had one more job to do and she was looking forward to it as much as Forrest was.

Forrest showed how eager she was as well by hurrying around to Sarah's front end, where she was still miraculously holding herself up by her elbows, and grabbed Sarah by the head.

“Don’t pass out on me yet, Walker,” ordered Forrest, emphasizing Sarah’s last name, telling Sarah that the time of first name usage had passed. “I still have a mess for you to clean up.”

Sarah stared longingly at the ‘mess’ presented to her. Every inch of plastic jutting from Forrest’s hips was covered in shiny liquid. It gave off the musky smell of her cum, a smell that Sarah was very familiar with.

Not wasting another second that could be used to clean dick, Sarah grasped the swaying toy by the base and sucked the head of the phallic shaped plastic into her mouth. She instantly groaned at the welcome taste of her own cum as it was sucked off the toy and swallowed down.

It was clear, though, that Sarah wasn’t going to be able to set her own pace here. Forrest had a firm grip on Sarah’s hair and when Sarah started to take more of the black shaft into her mouth, Forrest shoved her face forward.

Sarah choked and gagged at the sudden invasion of her mouth. Spit was falling from her mouth as she tried to adjust to the unexpected amount of dick in her mouth, but her years of sucking dick kicked in and she began to bob her head on the four inches of cum flavored cock.

“That’s it, Walker. Suck my big cock. Suck it clean of your slutty cum and get it deep in your throat,” instructed Forrest, pressing more on Sarah’s head, pushing another inch down her throat before yanking her mouth off the toy.

Sarah took in great gasps of air as the spit covering her chin showing just how sloppy this blowjob was. After Forrest was sure Sarah had enough air to keep her from passing out she said, “Now you’re going to take all of this down your throat like a good little whore, and you’re going to love every depraved second of it.”

Sarah looked up at her dominating lover with a playful gleam in her eye and said, “Make me.”

“Oh, I’ll make you,” laughed Forrest. She took a much firmer than required grip of Sarah’s hair and pulled her head forward. “I’ll make you choke on my goddamn dick!”

Sure enough when Forrest stuck her toy in Sarah’s she shoved about five inches in in the first thrust.

Sarah’s gag reflex kicked in and tried to push the invading rubber out, but Sarah fought it down. It’s not the first time she’s taken a huge cock down her throat and it certainly won’t be the last.

Now Sarah was the one forcing the toy down her throat. Forrest let her take over as she actually didn’t want to hurt the younger agent, but kept up the stream of filthy encouragements.

“Yeah, that’s it Walker. Take my big dick deep. Suck it all the way down. Taste yourself all over it and know that this big cock was just in your loose cunt!”

When Sarah sucked down seven of the nine inches the lack of oxygen forced her to back off for the moment. She stroked the cum and spit covered dick, spreading the wetness and resolved to take the entire thing this time.

So, with one last deep breath Sarah plunged her mouth back onto the giant toy and swallowed back up the seven inches she had previously conquered. Exhaling the air she had been holding through her nose, Sarah made the final plunge down.

Sucking and licking up the last bit of the cum that lingered on the previously untouched last inches, Sarah closed her eyes as the amazing sensation of a cock descending down her throat.

Only when her lips came in contact with the leather straps of Forrest’s harness did Sarah stop pushing. She had just sucked down all nine inches of Forrest’s incredible toy and was enjoying the feel of her throat muscles trying to adjust to the unnatural entity.

Finally, Sarah felt Forrest tug on her hair and she slowly dislodged the dick from her gullet. With her job finished at last, Sarah collapsed down onto the bed, her face landing in her soft pillows and her tits squished and pressing out from under her.

“Good job, Walker,” patronized Forrest, stroking Sarah’s hair in what Sarah might have called a loving gesture, but she knew better. This was just as close as Forrest could get to intimacy. “I’ve seen for myself before tonight that you definitely knew how to work a pussy, but I only had rumor and speculation about your talents with a cock.”

Lifting her head slightly Sarah locked eyes with the infuriating woman and smirked. “So? Did I live up to your expectation, Agent Forrest?”

Forrest let out a small laugh, looked up and down Sarah’s sweat glistening body and said, “If this were a real cock, it would have shot its load the second you wrapped you lips around it.”

Sarah chuckled and rested her head down. Now that the fun was over she was ready for her well-earned rest. And as she felt her shuffle off of the bed, she thought Forrest felt the same.

A thought that was immediately scraped when she felt soft hands on her butt, spreading the cheeks.

Sarah’s eyes shot open, all tiredness forgotten for the moment as the implications of Forrest’s actions were all too clear.

“What are you doing?” demanded Sarah, the outrage in her voice easily apparent, yet Forrest ignored it, lowering her face to Sarah’s ass. “I thought we were done? I thought you said I had earned my forgiveness!”

Forrest paused in her descent to her target between the spread cheeks and looked up at Sarah. She tried to shift her face to show a mask of anger, but couldn’t keep it up over the desire that flashed in Sarah’s eyes at the thought of where Forrest was headed.

Forrest just smiled at the woman and said, “No forgiveness is earned from sluts like you without a good ass fucking.” And, without another word, Forrest extended her tongue and licked Sarah’s asshole.

A loud moan escaped Sarah’s throat as her face fell back down on to the pillow and her hands gripped the sheets again.

“This is going to be a long night,” Sarah said to herself as she felt Forrest begin to push into her most sensitive hole.

*****

When Sarah opened her eyes the next day, she knew right away that she had slept in way too late.

The sun seeping in through the drawn curtains was too high in the sky to have risen any time recently and the noise from outside was far too busy to be any time before noon.

Sarah wanted nothing more than to just sleep away however much of the day there was left and worry about insignificant things like work, Chuck and food later, but she knew there was no real choice in the matter.

With great reluctance, Sarah lifted her head high enough to see over her pillow and confirm the time was 3:16.

‘Yep. Way too late,’ thought Sarah, not really caring one way or the other about the time, but knowing the other people in her life certainly would.

It’s not really a surprise to Sarah that she was lost to the world for so long. Whenever she had truly mind blowing sex it usually knocks her out for a good 10 to 12 hours. And her night with Alex Forrest was certainly one doozy of a night.

As Sarah rolled out of bed, ignoring the ringing phone next to her clock that was no doubt either Chuck or Casey wondering where she was (and Sarah was betting every weapon that she and Casey owned that it was Chuck), she remembered the last thing she had been aware of last night before she passed out was Forrest’s huge nine inch cock slamming in and out of her ass. At that point Sarah’s ass had been the source of so many orgasms they all started to blur together and Sarah was barely able to remember glancing at the clock in the midst of her thrashing and noticing the time had read 2:18 when Sarah lost consciousness.

Sarah’s journey to rejoin the rest of the world was put to an immediate halt when Sarah tried to step out of bed.

“Ouch!” Sarah moaned in pain as a sharp ache from her ass ceased any idea of walking for a while. Sarah should have known better than try and walk after the night her ass had endured. Even after all her times with Carina, who took great pleasure in worshiping every part of her body but particularly her most private hole, Sarah still felt massive soreness the night after.

She knew from her times with Carina that now that she was awake the discomfort would fade enough for her to get up and join her friends out in the world. It wouldn’t be completely gone and Sarah knew that after the lengthy pounding her rear end went through last night that it would stay with her all day, but Sarah has become an expert at hiding any discomfort her ass might provide her throughout the day.

As Sarah lay in bed waiting for the pain in her butt to lessen enough for her to get up, she found herself absolutely not surprised to find her room lacked any and all signs that another human being had been there. Forrest’s discarded police uniform, her jacket, bag, and any other item that might have belonged to her, as well as their owner, Alex Forrest herself, were gone. And, if Sarah were to guess based on all she knew of her latest lover, she had up and left the moment Sarah had slipped into her cum induced coma.

“At least you were nice enough to cover me up,” said Sarah to her long gone lover as she pulled the sheet and blanket fully over her that, to the best of Sarah’s knowledge, she had last seen flung to the floor in hasty passion. She had even closed the window, Sarah noted, looking at the closed glass.

She had never expected Forrest to stay the night and, quite honestly, was glad she hadn’t. Sarah didn’t know what she would have said to the woman that she had no feelings toward other than “You fuck nice.” What would she have said? ‘Thanks for fucking my ass so long and hard that I can’t stand up’?

No, Forrest being gone was for the best.

Sarah sighed in exasperation as her phone went off again. She really didn’t want to answer it, but she knew whoever it was (Chuck) wouldn’t leave her alone until she did.

So, Sarah stretched out her arm, groping the area she knew her phone was, not bothering to raise her head from the soft comfort of her pillows.

When she finally found the quiet ending device, she picked it up and with a turn of her head saw that the personalized picture she programmed confirmed that it was indeed Chuck, surprise surprise.

Resigning herself to answering the dozen questions that she knew Chuck would ask, Sarah answered the call.

“Hi, Chuck,” croaked Sarah, hiding how much of a bother she found this and pretending she had been looking forward to his call.

“Oh, Sarah, thank god you picked up! I’ve been calling you all day and thought you were in danger. Where were you?” asked Chuck, his voice full of concerned relief.

“I’m fine Chuck,” she reassured her cover boyfriend. “I’ve just been sleeping all day.”

“You’ve been sleeping?” asked a confused Chuck, not sure he heard his handler right. “But it’s a quarter past three, why were you so tired? Are you sure you’re alright? Do you need me to come over? What did you do last night?”

Sarah could just picture Chuck’s eyebrows arched in confusion as her ran out of the Buy More to come to her surely much needed rescue.

Despite her initial annoyance at Chuck’s relentless calling, Sarah couldn’t help but smile at just how worried Chuck had been for her. All thoughts of Alex Forrest flew from her mind as she laughed at the endearing attempted helpfulness from the man she loved.

“I’m fine, Chuck, I promise. I just had a headache last night and took some medicine that must have knocked me out for a longer time than I planned. And no, they didn’t hurt me,” said Sarah, answering the question that she knew Chuck was about to worriedly ask. “So please, don’t bother coming over, I’m just about to get in the shower and head to Castle and I’ll stop by the Buy More, okay?”

She knew Chuck wanted to argue some more, wanted to personally come over and drive her and take care of her. And while Sarah found that sweet and romantic, she knew she would get sick of his treatments real fast.

So, with a sigh of defeat, Chuck conceded, “Alright Sarah. If you say you’re alright, then I believe you.”

“Thank you, Chuck,” said Sarah, rolling her head over on the pillow, swapping her phone to her pillow-less ear and hand. “So, are Casey and General Beckman pissed that I’m AWOL? What have I missed?”

Chuck began to tell her what exactly her partner and her boss had thought of her disappearance today, but Sarah unconsciously shut him out when she saw something in her room that shouldn’t be.

On her beds left side table, resting against the lamp, was something a bit out of place. One was the envelope she had left for Chuck and, on top of it was a smaller, plain white envelope with the words “Me First” written on it.

Ignoring Chuck, who had for some reason started describing the hard times he and Morgan had faced with some war video game, Sarah reached out and grabbed the two envelopes.

Shifting her body slowly, Sarah lay on her side, opening the smaller envelope rather difficultly since she could only use one hand. When she had succeeded, she found a letter inside.

Pulling the letter free from its confines, Sarah began to read it:

Walker,

Thanks for being such a cooperative prisoner last night. It really made your punishment much more enjoyable. Next time you decide to break protocol and help your little boy toy by breaking the law, make sure you call me beforehand so I can be there to put you in your place again.

A. Forrest

P.S. It’s been decided that you can keep the info you found. You’re lucky that General Beckman decided to throw the geek a bone.

Sarah frowned at the post script. While Forrest leaving a note was very thoughtful and made Sarah think better of the long gone blonde, she didn’t understand what Forrest meant by ‘what she was looking for’.

Rolling her eyes at the cliché of spies being frustratingly secretive, Sarah put down Forrest’s note and grabbed Chuck’s note.

“Chuck,” said Sarah, cutting across his ramblings, her voice filled with excitement.

“What’s wrong, Sarah? Do you want me to come over after all?” asked a concerned Chuck, not at all perturbed by her accidental rudeness.

“No, stay where you are,” ordered Sarah, successfully rolling out of bed, all pain and discomfort forgotten. Reuniting Chuck with his father overrode any pain from meaningless sex could cause. “I’m coming to see you.”

Without explaining further or even saying goodbye, Sarah ended the call, throwing the phone down next to the pictures of Chuck’s father.

Picking up the letter Forrest had written Sarah walked to her dresser. She opened a drawer and pulled out a box of matches. She wasn’t a smoker but she did use candles and that was the purpose for most of her matches. But today Sarah had another use for them.

Entering the bathroom, Sarah lifted up the toilet seat. She pulled out a match and lit it with a strike against its box. She then proceeded to light the letter on fire.

She held the burning paper for as long as she could before dropping the smoldering letter into the toilet.

Sarah was sure that as well intentioned and helpful that General Beckman and Forrest were in giving Sarah this much wanted information, they wouldn’t want a paper trail leading this breach of protocol and law breaking back to them. So, with a last glance at the half burned, fully ruined paper, Sarah said, “Thank you, Alex,” and flushed.

Turning away from the disappearing paper, Sarah turned on her shower, and prepared to reunite Chuck and Ellie Bartowski with their long lost dad.

End