From: Brandon Ray Date: Fri, 02 Oct 1998 20:23:56 -0500 Subject: NEW: Hot FBI Woman (1/1) by Brandon Ray TITLE: Hot FBI Woman (1/1) AUTHOR: Brandon D. Ray EMAIL ADDRESS: publius@avalon.net DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Anywhere and everywhere, so long as my name stays on it and no money changes hands. FEEDBACK: Oh, hell yes.... SPOILER WARNING: None. Really. RATING: NC-17 -- at least. CONTENT WARNING: Sex. Lots of sex. Lots and lots and lots of sex. In fact, you could say it's pretty much ALL sex. Did I mention the sex? CLASSIFICATION: V, also H (I hope); also M/S, um, I guess the word would be lust. SUMMARY: You knew those letters were all written by real people, didn't you? DISCLAIMER: Nope, I don't own these characters or situations. If I were THAT smart, I'd be rich. Dear Penthouse: Like most people, I never expected to have an experience that would be worth writing to you about, but boy was I ever wrong. First, some vital statistics: I am 5' 2" tall, with short red hair, blue eyes and a lean, muscular body -- and decidedly female. I have to stay in good physical condition, as I am employed in the field of law enforcement, and I never know from one minute to the next when I might be called upon to swing into action -- so to speak! I work with a man who I'll call "William". William is everything a woman could ask for in a man: Tall, dark haired, a well-muscled chest, and oh, an ass to die for. Naturally since we work together in life-and-death situations on a daily basis, we had never done more than exchange double-entendres. Until last Friday, that is. William and I had just got home from completing a difficult assignment in another state. (I should mention that our duties have required us to travel to all fifty states, and to some foreign countries.) I was dead tired, and William and I parted company at the airport. I wanted nothing more than a nice hot bath and early to bed. Little did I know what was in store! I got home and dropped my luggage in my room, and immediately started running a bubble bath. While the tub was filling I went back in the bedroom and stripped off all of my clothes. I stood for a moment looking at my body in the full-length mirror. It's a pretty good body, if I do say so myself: I may be short, but I have a slim waist and high firm breasts. My cunt hair is thick, red and curly. Unfortunately, because of my hectic professional life, very few men have had the opportunity to explore my body, which has caused me to have something of a reputation as an ice queen around the office. Little do they know that I'm actually a firecracker, primed and ready to go off at the least provocation. Settling into my bath, I gave a sigh of contentment, and lay back and closed my eyes. Idly, I let my fingers play across my breasts, gently tickling and then pinching my nipples. I felt a special warmth start to spread through my body, starting from my cunt. I moved my left hand down to service that area, as well, while continuing to pinch and tickle my nipples with my other hand. Oooh! My hand moved through my cuntal folds, tickling the labia, taunting and teasing, before finally zeroing in on my hot, ready clitoris. "So, Swanson, is this your idea of a hot time on a Friday night?" My eyes flew open in surprise, to find my partner, William, standing in the doorway grinning at me. "Morton!" I said -- for although we have worked together for more than five years now, we always address each other by our last names. "What are you doing here?" I knew I should feel embarrassed to be exposed like this in front of him, but I was already so aroused that adding a man to the equation -- even my partner -- didn't seem like that bad an idea. "I got back to my apartment," he explained, "but there wasn't anything to fix for dinner. So I thought I'd drive over and see if you had anything I could eat." I raised my eyebrows at him, and said in a low, throaty voice: "Why don't you come over here and find out?" I didn't have to ask twice. The next thing I knew, William had stripped down to his skin. His cock stood out at right angles to his body, proud and erect and at least eight inches long. I licked my lips in anticipation as he approached the tub. "Why don't you go on with what you were doing?" he suggested. "I'll just stand here and watch for a little while." The idea of William watching me masturbate was incredibly arousing! Immediately, my hand sought out my cunt again, and I started furiously going at it. I was already hot and wet inside, and having William there in the room, watching me, his eyes following my every move, just made it better and better. Looking up at him, I saw that his right hand was gently stroking his rock-hard cock. Already, a tiny bit of fluid had emerged at the tip. I had to have it. Rising up on my knees, I delicately licked the tip of his cock. William groaned with pleasure, and so I did it again, eliciting another groan from his beautiful, pouting lips. I imagined what those lips would feel like browsing across my cunt, nibbling at my clit, and I groaned, too. Through all of this, my fingers kept up their frantic dancing. By now my entire body was throbbing with desire, and I knew that my orgasm was near. Without warning, I engulfed William's purple-helmted soldier of love, burying my nose in his pubic hair and swallowing the head. "Yes, Swanson! Oh, yes! Suck it baby, suck it suck it suck it, suck me dry!" His words spurred me on, and I started moving my mouth back and forth, back and forth, sliding his cock in and out and in and out, using my tongue and lips to their maximum effect. Suddenly, his whole body seemed to tense, and then he was shooting his precious, hot jism into my mouth. That pushed ME right over the brink, and the most tremendous orgasm of my life was exploding from my cunt and spreading outward, seemingly at the speed of light, to envelope my entire body in wave after wave of pleasure. Finally, the earthquake seemed to subside. I gave William's cock one more soft, loving kiss, and lay back in the tub. He leaned against the wall, looking down at me and gasping for breath. "Hey Swanson," he said between gasps. "I thought *I* was the one who was going to get something to eat!" Needless to say, we adjourned to the bedroom, and had hot, passionate sex throughout the night.. Well, Penthouse, that's my story. We haven't done anything like it since; we haven't even talked about it. But if you publish this letter, I'm going to leave it on William's desk, and see if it will provoke another night like that one. If it does, you can be sure that I'll write and tell you all about it! --D.K.S. [Address withheld at author's request] -------------------------------- "Hey, Scully -- what's this magazine doing on my desk?" Fini