"How on earth did you break your bed, sis? It looks like a warzone in there!" exclaimed Alana. "I knew you've been seeing someone!"

"Honestly, I haven't! It was just old and poorly put together, it was bound to happen," insisted Erica as she sipped at her cup of black coffee at her kitchen table.

In her mind Erica had a flashback to her orgasmically charged use of Kenzie's Vibranator 2000 Turbo over the past several nights. Kenzie had been right; the fifth gear had added such an extra kick of horsepower to the sex toy that it had shattered Erica's bed from the vibrations and at one point she thought it would almost bring the bedroom walls down on her too.

"The bed's two months old, you bought it from IKEA and I helped you put it together," retorted Alana dryly.

"Oh stop being an older sister and ruining my deflections with your truthy facts!" complained Erica. "Really, there was no guy, I swear. I have no time for guys with all my work, you know."

"Really?" said Alana with raised eyebrows. "Your super important job at the bank, huh? Or is that you just have your eyes on a guy at work?"

Erica blushed furiously, thinking of Michael and their ongoing office tryst.

"You should quit that job, Erica," said Alana. "You work all the time, I never see you, and you have no time to go have fun. You know, go out and see some real guys!"

"I see more guys than you think at work," murmured Erica into her coffee.

Alana shot her younger sister a mocking look. "I mean guys to take on actual dates, not random flings at work, Erica."

Erica couldn't help but smile to herself, but tried to hide it behind her coffee cup. Alana was a sweet older sister, and they always got on like a house on fire, but she was a bit of a bore. She worked at some godforsaken bland corporate job for a company that made Styrofoam packaging. Alana had no idea that her younger sister Erica did not in fact work for a bank, but actually served in the elite black ops Whore Division, a covert unit of the Sexual Intelligence Agency.

Erica was always the risk-taking adventurous one. Alana was the sure and steady achiever. Erica was sure if Alana found out what Erica really did, serving her country by sucking and fucking in the line of duty, her older sister would have a panic attack.

Alana, like her younger sister Erica, was stunningly attractive. At just nineteen, Erica had the charming flirtatiousness of youth, wrapped in a tanned lithe body with long legs, a tiny waist, small but perky breasts, long brown hair and stunning pale eyes. Alana, at twenty five years old, had grace and sophistication, coupled with killer hot looks; tall; elegant; fairer skinned than her younger sister; a slender figure; a bigger bust; dark hair in a sexy shoulder-length bob; rouged pursed lips; and keen green eyes.

The two sisters were sitting around Erica's kitchen table. Alana had the morning off and so had dropped in to share coffee and gossip with her little sister before Erica had to head in to work.

"You don't need to worry about me so much, Alana, I can take care of myself," said Erica with a laugh.

"We'll see," shrugged Alana. "Either way I'm going to have my eye on you, sis. And I still want to know how you broke that bed!"

"Let's save that for another time, shall we? I'm late for work, I got to get going!" replied Erica as she shot down her coffee and grabbed her hand bag to leave. "We'll catch up again soon, ok? You can tell me all about how the Styrofoam business is doing!"

"You're going to work in that?" Alana asked, raising her eyebrows at Erica's outfit.

Erica hardly looked like she was dressed for a corporate job. She was going thoroughly casual with her clothes; sporting a pair of tight black mini shorts; a black and white striped halter top; and thigh-high black and white striped stockings that matched her top. Her luscious tanned thighs were thoroughly revealed and highlighted between where her tiny shorts ended and where her stockings began. Her dark brown hair was down, spilling across her naked shoulders and brushing the display of cleavage at her small but perky chest. Her pale eyes were sporting dark eyeliner and a dusky eye shadow.

"Casual Friday," shrugged Erica, thanking her quick thinking for a suitable excuse.

"Cheeky brat," laughed Alana as she waved her sister off.

**

It had been a long week for Erica since she had been put on probation by Director Booker. Her newly acquired agent status hung in limbo while she was assigned to the "suck rounds", busily being called to and fro across Division to provide oral relief for any personnel that needed some sexual relaxation.

The sultry brunette had lost count of the number of people she had gone down on since the week began. After the first day alone Erica had been drenched in so much cum that the snug black tank top she had been wearing that day was permanently ruined, and her knees had grown sore from all the kneeling she had been doing in nothing more than a denim mini skirt. She corrected that for the rest of the week by wearing jeans and casual tops she would inevitably dispose of at the end of a long, cum-soaked day.

Difficult as it was giving blowjobs all week, Erica was a trained professional, and she knew how to put in the long grind of hours on her knees and sucking cock. After all she was one of the best fellatio experts Division had seen in years. The hardest part was Director Booker's insistence that Erica not be allowed to fuck until her probation was served. This was intended as a reminder to not screw up as she had done on her last mission. Erica thought she would manage ok, especially with Kenzie's specially rigged Vibranator 2000 Turbo toy she had borrowed, but by the end of the week she was already going nuts with craving a good, proper fuck.

Spending so much time with lovely, solid dick in her mouth had her wet and soaking between her thighs with desire virtually all the time. Yet there was little she could do to redress the situation at work until probation was over, especially as she was so busy running around giving head to people, she had no time to take care of herself.

Today was Erica's last day on the suck rounds however, and she had been doing such a good job that the Director had already recommended she be taken off probation and put back on agent status that very morning. However, that was after Director Booker had pushed her head down into his lap as he sat at his desk and briefed several teams of agents on their assignments for the day.

Once she blew him and struggled to choke down his rather substantial load of cum, he only then informed her that she had one more suck round to make before she was off probation.

That meant no more diving to her knees anytime a Division staffer snapped his fingers, or rushing from office to office giving wet, sloppy blowjobs as people kept paging her for sexual relief.

Most of all it meant she could finally fuck and release all of the stress and tension she'd built up over the week on probation.

Giddy at the prospect of finally getting laid again, Erica was almost skipping to the last blowjob call of her suck rounds. She would get it over and done with as fast as possible, thought Erica, and then go find Michael and shag him right then and there wherever he was. She didn't care if other people were around or even if he was coaching a class. She was so freaking horny that nothing was going to stand between her and a long, hard fucking.

Her last blowjob call should be a piece of cake, thought Erica. She was going down to sub level nine, deep in Division's vast underground basement complex, where a nerdy tech guy known only as Overwatch operated Division's global surveillance system. In the few encounters Erica had with Overwatch before, she had always caught the man leering and ogling her with barely concealed lust.

Erica had always found him just plain creepy, but she could empathise with the poor man in a way. Overwatch was almost always stuck down in the sub-levels, and tended to work alone. He didn't get to socialise or flirt with Division's many attractive agents, and on his rare visits to the surface he just wasn't sociable or charming enough to win favour from any of them. Even trainees doing the suck rounds didn't go and take care of his needs because they were restricted from accessing the sub-levels.

Clearly, Erica being sent down here was a mercy mission by Director Booker to keep Overwatch's morale up, she guessed. Or maybe Overwatch had put in a special request for her with the Director.

Either way, Erica was sure she could handle the nerdy man with ease. She checked herself again in the elevator mirror and practiced her winning smile and sultry pout.

Satisfied she looked smoking hot and irresistible, Erica stepped out of the elevator and alighted on the ninth sub level to find and give head to the Overwatch.

After winding her way through the eerily empty labyrinth of dimly lit steel corridors, she found herself outside the Overwatch room. Just as she was about to enter, the door came sliding open and Lucille rushed out, bumping head long into Erica.

"Lucille! What on earth? What are you doing down here?" exclaimed Erica in shock.

The trim, blonde Lucille, a fellow agent of Erica's, shot a look of disgust back at her. Lucille had never liked Erica ever since she had joined Division, and the relationship had not improved after their recent mission disaster together. To Erica's chagrin, Lucille was dressed impeccably in a sexy pin-stripe blazer and skirt, complete with hold-up stockings showing off a hint of creamy white thigh. Next to her, Erica felt decidedly under-dressed and under-styled.

"None of your damned business," shot Lucille coldly. "Besides, I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing down here? I thought you were on probation?"

"I'm on my last call," replied Erica. "I need to service the Overwatch."

"Better you than me," muttered Lucille. "Now get out of my way, I have work to do."

Erica stepped aside and let Lucille storm off.

That was odd, thought Erica as she stepped into the Overwatch room. What on earth was she doing down here?

The Overwatch Command post was a very peculiar room. It was dark, metal and circular with a very large rotating chair right smack in the middle of the room. Surrounding the chair were a ring of computer stations and an array of monitors all stacked panoramically around it. The monitor screens showed dozens and dozens of live camera feeds from all across Division and around the world.

Sitting in the lone chair was the man known as Overwatch. Overwatch was a somewhat overweight and unkempt man with dorky clothes, poorly fashioned hair and nerdy glasses. He was completely unattractive, though at least not physically repulsive. Erica didn't know exactly what he did down here all day long, but it seemed to be about monitoring all of Division's activities.

Erica walked in, entranced by the countless video footage of goings on across Division. She could see briefings and training classes, missions in progress being surveilled, even Director Booker working in his office. Many of the videos captured much of the sexual activity that went on daily at Division or in the field, from trainee blowjob races to agents sleeping with high level clients.

She noticed Overwatch had a couple of big monitors on in front of him. One was displaying Erica herself from a day earlier in the week wearing a crop top tied off at the midriff and exposing her smooth tanned skin. In the video she was on her knees, her back arched, as she sucked cock, slurping back and forth as her shimmering brown hair bobbed with her head.

The other monitor showed Director Booker giving a briefing, while the petite brunette trainee Cara was busy energetically giving him head. Erica recognised Michael as one of the agents in the room with them, but the rest were unfamiliar to her.

Moving over to Overwatch in his chair, Erica noticed with a frown that the chubby nerd had his cock out and was slowly wanking as he watched the video of Erica giving a blowjob. His eyes were glazed over with lust and he groaned as he watched the Erica in the video start to deep throat the cock she was sucking.

"Ahem," coughed Erica. "Mr. Overwatch, I'm here for your, um, oral servicing."

Overwatch glanced over his shoulder and grunted an acknowledgement, but continued wanking to the video in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Erica asked, unable to keep out the trace of disgust in her voice.

"Huh? Oh this. I've been waiting for you, cupcakes. You have no idea how long I've been craving those saucy lips of yours around my cock," wheezed Overwatch, not bothering to look up from the video of Erica. "I've been preparing. You're one of my favourites to watch, you know."

"Gee, thanks," muttered Erica. "Let's just get this over with."

"Sure thing, just kneel down between my legs here and we'll get started in a minute," said Overwatch distractedly. "You get your tits creamed in this video, I want to see that again first."

"Fine. What was Lucille doing here?" Erica blurted out, her curiosity getting the better of her as she moved around in front of Overwatch and got onto her knees between his outstretched legs.

"What? Oh, she wanted to look at recordings. Mostly Director briefings I think. She's being doing it for months now," replied Overwatch, still steadily wanking.

"Did she say why?" asked Erica, growing suspicious.

Overwatch shrugged. "Some kind of research for her agent work or something I think. I don't care. She showed me her tits and I gave her access. Oh fuck, there goes the load all over your chest!"

Erica pouted. It seemed awfully unusual to her. Something was definitely up with Lucille, and she intended to find out what it was.

However, right then, Overwatch had other ideas.

"Ohhhh, I've wanted to see you pout like that before I stuffed my cock in you for so long!" huffed Overwatch. "Open wide and take my cock, Erica!"

Erica barely had time to get her lips parted when her pale eyes went wide as Overwatch speared his length into her warm, moist mouth.

"Aaaaah!" groaned Overwatch with relief. "It's been too long since I've got a blowjob!"

Erica looked up at him and gave a swirl around the head with her tongue, tasting its musky flavour and feeling its heat as she slowly sucked on the end like a lolly pop.

"Division has not been taking care of me enough," muttered Overwatch as he stroked Erica's long brown hair as her head began bobbing in his lap. "They're lucky I haven't spilled their secrets with everything I know about this place. At least getting the Director to send you down here is a start!"

Erica reached up and fondled Overwatch's heavy balls with one hand as he spoke, using her other to grasp the hot base of his shaft and steadily wank it into her mouth. Her lips had clamped down around the cock head and she let her spit start drenching the dick as she fed it back and forth in her hungry maw.

"Uhhhh uhhh! All that time watching you in those tiny shorts and mini skirts showing off those long tanned legs. Imagining how they'd feel if you straddled me," moaned Overwatch, his hands tightening to seize Erica's head in his grip.

Erica moaned around Overwatch's fat cock and sucked deeper, feeling him put pressure on the back of her head and push her down further. Good, she thought, he must be getting eager. The sooner she got this done the sooner she could go and fuck Michael. She was getting wetter and hornier by the second. Overwatch's dirty talk, as perturbed as she was at hearing how much he had been watching and lusting after her, was only turning her on more.

"Ah fuck yes, Erica," grunted Overwatch, jerking his hips up into Erica's face as she started to suck more rapidly with quicker, longer strokes. "Seeing you in training in those slutty dresses, bent over a table and fucked, hearing you scream as you shook from the pounding... Just watching those video feeds used to be enough for me."

Erica felt her eyes watering as Overwatch gagged her roughly on his fat cock, feeling it thrust between her lips and hammer home straight down her throat. She braced her hands on his thighs and tried to ignore her own surging heat and desire spreading between her legs. She so badly needed to fuck, but she would be damned if she was going to ride Overwatch after an entire week of waiting. She slid a hand down between her legs and strokes herself through her shorts as best she could while Overwatch kept her head busy on his throbbing dick.

"But seeing you -- ah! Seeing you on your knees all this week. Uh uh uhh! Sucking cock after cock of Division personnel! Cum splashed on your face and chest and clothes and tongue and hair, over and over again. And none of it mine! That was too fucking much," yelled Overwatch, fast approaching climax in Erica's amazing mouth.

Erica thought she was going to pass out from her need to fuck. Her craving for cock between her legs had hit critical levels. But she had to hold out, she just had to! She wanted Michael inside her tight, aching pussy, not Overwatch!

"If I couldn't have your sister, then I had to have you! Aaarggh! Yes, here it comes!" Gasped Overwatch in the peak of his passion.

Sister? Erica thought with confusion. Why was he talking about her sister? How did he even know she had a sister?

Erica couldn't even half process the thoughts racing through her mind, still wracked with sexual hunger and fighting the urge to mount Overwatch and ride him to sweet oblivion.

Before she could sort out her thoughts, Overwatch whipped Erica's head off his cock and urgently reached down to wank himself off over her as she gasped for air.

It only took a few strokes, and Erica professionally opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and thrust out her chest as Overwatch began unloading streaming bursts of cum onto her. The first couple of volleys hit her smack in the face and nose, the next glancing over her tongue and landing mostly on her shoulder. The rest splattered her chest and striped black and white halter top with smaller doses of the hot white seed.

As Erica rose and began to clean herself off with tissues from her handbag, Overwatch groaned with obvious self-satisfaction.

"I'm going to be watching the video of this for months," wheezed Overwatch as he struggled to regain his breath.

Erica frowned at that but put it out of her mind and hurried out of the room and back to the elevator. She felt like she was on fire between her legs and she needed it put out right away. Hanging around too long with Overwatch was a recipe for disaster. All her questions and curiosities of the morning so far; about Lucille spying on the Director; Overwatch mentioning her sister; were quickly forgotten. The only thing that mattered to Erica right now was fucking Michael. She just needed to get to him in time.

**

Erica was riding the elevator back up to the surface levels of Division. She checked herself in the elevator's wall to wall mirrors, making sure the cum shots from Overwatch were all cleaned up while she reapplied her lip gloss and straightened her long dark hair.

The slick heat between her legs was like a molten furnace now, and she couldn't help but let her hand drift to her nether region and gently rub herself through her ass-hugging shorts. Erica needed to find Michael right away. She didn't think she could last much longer. The only thing keeping her from ripping off her shorts and rubbing herself off right then and there in the elevator was the craving of having a thick, proper cock buried deep inside her. After waiting all week, her libido was in overdrive.

Erica was heading up to the 15th level where she was hoping to find Michael instructing a class of trainees. However she was so lost in her lustful thoughts that she barely even noticed when the elevator opened on the 2nd floor and a young trainee man stepped in to join her.
"Erica! Hi! Um, you look amazing," gasped the trainee as the elevator door closed and continued its ascent.

Erica glanced up and pouted as she recognised the eighteen year old man; actually little more than a teenage boy really. It was Kevin, a somewhat awkward trainee who had only really been granted acceptance into the elite training program at Division on account of his large cock. Kevin was relatively new and Erica had rarely crossed paths with him during her time as trainee, let alone partner up with the young man for any sexual training.

Kevin on the other hand had been lusting after Erica ever since his traineeship began. Gossip swirled among the trainees about Erica's legendary oral expertise, and the male trainees had always rated Erica one of the hottest among their female counterparts.

When she had been recently promoted to full Agent, there had been collective displeasure among the male cohort of Division trainees, upset at no longer having the opportunity to enjoy Erica during sexual training. For those among the trainee guys who were still new and had yet to sample her outstanding blowjobs, the frustration and disappointment was palpable.

"Uh, hi Kevin," Erica muttered. "How are things?"

Kevin didn't respond, slack-jawed and plainly ogling Erica's body in her figure fitting black and white striped halter top, tight shorts, and slutty striped stockings that matched her top.

"Up here, Kevin," said Erica, trying to draw his gaze from her exposed thighs to her face. Hell, even if he got as far up as from her thighs to her cleavage she would be impressed at this point.

"Erica, all the guys have been saying you've been on the suck rounds this week!" Kevin exclaimed, licking his lips. "Could you go down on me now?"

Erica frowned, "Kevin, that service is only for full Division personnel, not trainees. Besides, I've just finished and I've got to be somewhere now."

Erica thought again of Michael, of feeling him inside her as he pounded her. She felt herself gush with moisture below, and her knees felt weak. Be strong, she thought, it wouldn't be long now.

"Please Erica!" begged Kevin. "Just a blowjob. It'll be really quick. I've never had the chance to have your pretty mouth on my cock. The other guys all rave about you!"

"No, Kevin," insisted Erica, watching with alarm as the bulge in Kevin's trousers grew rapidly. "Get one of the other trainees to suck your cock. I'm an Agent now, I'm not going to give you head just because you want it."

Kevin didn't seem to be getting the message however, and had hit the emergency halt button on the elevator, bringing them to a shuddering stop. Before Erica had even uttered a complaint, Kevin had unzipped himself and out sprang the tremendously large cock the Division trainee girls had all been gossiping about.

Without realising what she was doing, Erica had grabbed the immense shaft in an attempt to push it back inside Kevin's pants. As soon as she touched it however, Erica felt her knees buckle and her whole body gyrated towards him in a swoon of pleasure.

Erica swore, she wasn't sure if it was out loud or to herself. She was so worked up and so unbelievably horny that as soon as she had laid eyes on Kevin's great boner, she was unable to look away. As soon as she had grasped it in her firm, warm grip, feeling the heat and hardness beneath the rippling skin, she couldn't let go.

Instead Erica tugged at it absent-mindedly as her lips pursed; moaning as she the desire between her legs reached unbearable heights.

Kevin, shocked and delighted at what seemed to be Erica's favourable response, simply groaned and started mauling Erica's breasts through her sexy halter top with unrestrained teenage lust. He was hardly fondling her well, his hands clumsy and overeager on Erica's proudly perky chest. However Erica was so damn excited she didn't care, gasping as Kevin groped her roughly.

Erica kept wanking the horny trainee as he made use of her body. She was in a daze; entranced on the one hand by Kevin's raging erection and her own aching desires; and still unable to decide whether to fuck him or not, holding out for the promise of fucking Michael like she planned.

Kevin meanwhile, needed to take events to the next stage, pausing his groping to grasp Erica firmly by the shoulders and push her down onto her knees. Erica's legs gave way without a fight, suddenly finding her face at level with Kevin's towering dick before her. Kevin's hands were now on Erica's head, clutching her smooth brown hair as he brought her face down onto his quivering erection. Erica stretched her mouth wide and ovalled her moist red lips just in time to greedily swallow the cock and treat the head to a tongue bath.

Kevin must not have had a good blowjob in a while because he shouted with glee as Erica took him inside her wet mouth. She sucked thoroughly and deeply, making quick rhythmic bobs with her head as she pleasured the throbbing phallus. Even when she tried to deep throat him, she could only go down about half way on his surging shaft, using her hands to stroke the base as she gagged.

Reaching down to play more with her inviting chest, Kevin let Erica do her thing; enjoying the swift bobs of her head; the intense sucks of her mouth as her cheeks hollowed; the lashes of her tongue; and the slippery noose of her lips wrapped tightly around him. To his great pleasure and amusement, Kevin could watch all of this from several angles by glancing over at the elevator's mirrored walls; showing Erica from side on or from behind in her irresistibly cute and slutty outfit as she kneeled and sucked his cock with energetic bobs of her head.

Erica however, was past the idea of waiting to find Michael, and blowing Kevin may be satisfying for him, but she needed to attend to her own cravings.

After an enthusiastic flurry of sucks and licks and kisses around the head of Kevin's cock, Erica stared up at him, her pale eyes full of hunger and mouthed the words, "fuck me."

Kevin, who could hardly believe his luck, didn't need to be told twice. He pulled her up to her feet, and then twirled her about in his arms until she was facing away from him. Roughly, he shoved her body against an elevator wall, making her arch her back before unbuttoning and yanking down her shorts and thoroughly soaked panties, striped in black and white just like her halter top and stockings.

Erica braced herself against the mirrored wall and thrust her hips and ass out at Kevin behind her. Wasting no time Kevin lined himself up with Erica's drenched pussy, gripped her slim waist, and thrust powerfully into her.

Erica screamed in delight and relief as her eyes rolled back and her whole body shook. Kevin, now buried more deeply within her, thrust again, and again. Erica gasped with shock and amazement as he filled her up, fucking her with great big strokes, and sending her to the brink of orgasm in just mere moments.

Kevin seized the moment, grabbing Erica's long hair flowing down her back into his fist and using it as a grip began to powerfully fuck the sexy brunette with his thrusting hips, his cock pushing further and further into her.

Yelling with ecstasy, Erica felt as if the whole elevator were shaking as she came with incredible force. Rolling waves of pleasure erupted up and down her entire body, and she bucked and tensed with sweet agony as her orgasm ripped through her.

Even as she came down from her high, Kevin had no intention of stopping, pounding her from behind and up against the wall with unrelenting force. He watched with lust as the other mirrored walls of the elevator showed her body in full, quaking with exhaustion and exertion as he continued to fuck her with increasing speed and fury.

Eventually Erica had completely lost track of time, vaguely aware that she had come powerfully several more times in several other positions before Kevin had pushed his cock back inside her mouth and skull fucked her to climax, unloading copious amounts of cum over her out-stretched tongue. Savouring the salty taste, she swallowed down the cum as she recovered her breath and bearings.

It was a good fifteen minutes later before Erica had fully recovered from her delirious sexual satisfaction and left the elevator and a grinning Kevin behind with a satisfied smile on her face.

**

Erica had cleaned herself up well by the time she reached Director Booker's office. She was still wearing her deliciously slutty outfit of a striped halter top, matching thigh-high stockings, and mini shorts. The sexy ensemble had turned a few heads on her way up, and she had a glow of confidence about her now that her sexual needs had been so thoroughly taken care of by Kevin in the elevator. She was feeling well satisfied and hadn't even needed to seek out the spunky Michael. She would leave him for next time, Erica thought to herself.

Michael, as it turned out, was already waiting in the Director's office with Booker and Lucille. Michael flashed Erica a winning smile as she walked in, while Lucille gave her the cold shoulder as usual.

Erica took her seat with her fellow agents and crossed her long legs, showing off her luscious thighs to Michael as they waited for the briefing to start.

Director Booker was sitting behind his desk, facing his agents. On the large monitor built into the wall behind him were photos of several men and a map that showed rail lines and routes between cities.

Booker's face was lined with concentration and his eyes were closed as he sat at his desk. It was then that Erica noticed the rather obvious slurping sounds that she immediately recognised as cock sucking that must have been going on under the Director's desk. Sure enough she began to notice a brunette head bobbing up and down in Booker's lap with great vigour, not quite out of sight.

Booker brought his hand down to the brunette's hair and after encouraging a few more bobbing sucks, pulled the girl that was blowing him off and to her feet.

It was Cara; the talented eighteen year old trainee that had an oral aptitude almost in league with Erica's herself. Booker had taken a great shine to her, Erica thought, and seemed to have the petite young brunette servicing him as often as possible. Erica wondered when Cara had time to train; she was always seeing her in Booker's office.

The petite Cara stood by Booker, licking her lips and looking as cute as a pixie with her creamy white skin, raven hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a tight little white shirt tied around her midriff over a black tank top that showed off her irresistible freckled cleavage, and a blue tartan mini skirt with black stockings that revealed pale white thighs in-between.

Erica wasn't surprised Booker had taken such a fancy to Cara; she looked like some kind of incredibly cute but slutty schoolgirl; a deadly mix of innocent adorability and smouldering kinkiness. She would make a hell of an agent once she graduated from training, thought Erica with a hint of jealousy.

Booker apparently wasn't finished with Cara, as he stood up and promptly bent her over his desk so that Cara was facing the three agents in her room. Her breasts were pressed into the desk top surface, squishing them together to form an even tighter cleavage on display; her back was arched; and her ass stuck out over the desk behind her. Booker hiked up Cara's tartan mini skirt until it revealed her firm butt cheeks, pulled her panties aside and lined his cock up with her moist slit.

With a growl, Booker pushed into Cara, filling her up with the first few inches of his cock as he began slowly thrusting and working his way into her.

Erica, Michael and Lucille all watched with horny fascination as Cara's eyes grew wide and she gasped, moaning as her body and the entire desk began to steadily shake back and forth with Booker's hard thrusts.

Before the three agents could get totally lost in their sexual voyeurism, Booker began the briefing, speaking while still buried deeply in Cara and fucking her.

"Agents, we have an important mission ahead of us," Booker began. "Whore Division has recently learned that a valuable item critical to Whore Division's interests has surfaced. It's a special serum, derived from an ancient formula."

"Ancient? Like the design for the Botton Device?" asked Michael.

"Precisely," replied Booker as he gave Cara another powerful thrust with his hips. "In fact, both were designed by the very same person, more than two millennia ago. They are the products of one of the greatest unknown geniuses of the classical age; a woman by the name of Arena Xanthium. She was a scholar, scientist and artist well ahead of her times and most secretive about her pioneering works. Her works and designs have been scattered about the world, and hold immeasurable promise for those who learn their secrets. Division must be the agency to acquire these powerful items, lest they fall into... dangerous hands."

Cara let out a squeal as Booker gave her a sudden rapid pounding, shaking the entire desk.

"So who has the serum now?" asked Lucille.

"Jean Pierre Gusteau," said Booker, indicating to a photo on the screen even as he seized Cara's hips for more leverage with his other hand. "A prominent French scientist was given the formula by a European criminal network and asked to develop a core serum sample, a task which has apparently taken years of development. He will soon be travelling with the serum on a train from Marseilles to Paris, where he will deliver the serum to them. We are to intercept Gusteau on the train and obtain the serum sample."

"Why don't we just grab Gusteau and have him develop the serum again?" asked Erica.

"Because perfecting the initial sample took years of trial and error in the lab, and as we understand it cannot be easily replicated or reproduced without the core serum sample," answered Booker. "With the sample itself, we can reverse engineer the serum and make more within months, rather than years."

"What's so special about the serum anyway?" asked Michael.

"It has the potential to radically alter and re-form the neurological and chemical connections of the human brain," answered Booker with a glint in his eye. "I don't need to tell you what that could do in the hands of a terrorist group or a rogue nation."

"When do we leave?" asked Erica.

"Immediately," said Booker, holding Cara down onto the desk as he began fucking her with renewed urgency, grunting with exertion and making the young brunette gasp and moan. "Your mission is simple. Infiltrate the train. Find Gusteau. Retrieve the serum. Erica, you're on point. Gusteau is accustomed to being supplied with high end prostitutes by the criminal syndicate he works for. We've set it up so that you'll be posing as his escort for the train trip. He won't know you're from Division however. Use whatever seduction techniques are required; all protocols are activated. Michael, you'll be guiding Erica by ear-piece from our Paris safe house. Lucille, you'll provide-"

"Actually sir," interrupted Lucille, "I think I shouldn't be going on this mission. I have something to discuss with you, in private."

Booker first looked as if he was going to fire her on the spot for insubordination, but he also seemed hugely distracted with fucking Cara. At last he relented with a growl, "very well, Lucille. Stay behind and see me after I'm done with Cara here. But since you're so eager to talk to me that you interrupted my briefing, first you can come over here and help me finish."

The big, black Director then turned his attention back to the petite, fair Cara. She was gasping with pleasure as Booker pummelled her dripping pussy into oblivion, her ass wobbling like jelly each time he slammed into her from behind.

Lucille meanwhile had gotten up, her sleek blonde hair worn down and falling around her shoulders. She was still wearing her pin-stripe skirt suit and hold up stockings with suspenders. Booker kept pounding Cara as Lucille came up next to him. While still thrusting away into Cara, Booker pulled Lucille to him and locked her lips into a deep kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouths.

Next Booker had a hand up Lucille's skirt and between her legs, and the slim blonde was moaning with obvious arousal. Finally, Booker pulled out of Cara, leaving her exhausted where she was bent over the desk. Booker meanwhile sat back in his chair, pulled off Lucille's now damp panties and had the sexy blonde climb onto his lap and promptly mounted him. She threw her head back with a deep moan as she impaled herself on his rigid cock, still soaked in Cara's juices. The Director eagerly began fondling Lucille's small but pert breasts through her clothes as she braced herself on his shoulders and rode him with professional expertise.

Erica glanced over at Michael and noticed that the hot young agent was bulging heavily in his trousers. More than that, she saw that he was eyeing the young trainee Cara with sudden and intense lust. Erica was well and truly satisfied at this point however, and didn't particularly mind that Michael was horny over someone else at this moment.

What happened next however, was a complete surprise.

"Director Booker," began Michael suddenly, "if you're done with Cara, would you mind if I borrowed her?"

Erica raised her eyebrows. Cheeky boy, she thought. That was a bold request. Still, Booker was well and truly occupied with Lucille now, so perhaps he would get away with it.

Booker laughed, "hell, why not! I can't blame you, she's a real minx. Go right ahead. But be quick, I don't want to see anyone but Lucille in here by the time I'm done!"

"Yes sir!" said Michael, hurrying over to Cara like an eager school boy, unzipping his trousers.

Even Cara had a sudden impish smile on her face. Michael was one of the cutest guys in Division, and Cara seemed thrilled to have the sudden opportunity to hook up with him. Cara was still bent over the desk, her ass over one end and her head over the other.

Michael made to go behind the desk to fuck Cara, but she shook her head at him.

"I'm too sore," said Cara, propping herself up and coming around to stand next to Michael.

Then she dropped to her knees in front of him.

"But you can use this," said Cara with a wink as she opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around Michael's raging cock.

Erica was watching all this a little stunned and very bemused. The briefing had suddenly transformed into some sort of group hook up, and Erica was beginning to feel like a fifth wheel.

Michael, groaning with pleasure and amazement as Cara deep throated his cock with deft ease, looked up at Erica and beckoned her over with a grin.

Such a gentleman, Erica thought as she smiled back and walked over to join him. She pressed herself into Michael's side, feeling his lean, powerful shoulders as they slipped into a hungry kiss. Erica let Michael feel her up, his lustful hands grasping her perky tits through her halter top, even as he moaned and shuddered from Cara's breathtaking blowjob.

Erica watched with a smirk as Michael closed his eyes, breathing hard as he concentrated on the immense pleasure coursing through him as Cara's lips and tongue slid smoothly back and forth on his erection. Erica looked down at Cara's bobbing head, her cute little face buried in Michael's crotch as she worked him over in her mouth with rapid intensity. Cara was an amazing little cocksucker, thought Erica. When Cara made agent, Erica was sure she was going to have a lot of competition from the petite brunette.

It didn't take long for Cara's enthusiastic blowjob to bring Michael to the brink. Michael shuddered. Cara's eyes flew open, fluttering in surprise as kept her lips firmly clamped around the head of his cock. Erica could see Cara's cheeks working hard, making swallowing motions as Michael was unloading his hot cum into the young trainee's sucking mouth.
Erica looked over Michael's shoulder behind them, watching as Lucille was still riding Director Booker flinging her blonde her about as she grinded into his lap. The Director looked close to climaxing, sweating and grunting with exertion.

Cara had climbed to her knees and was licking her lips as she savoured Michael's tasty cum.

"You've been taking Doctor McCreamy's flavour enhancer, I see" commented Cara. "Very nice! Tastes like orange zest."

Behind them, Booker let out a yell and thrust hard into Lucille, clearly ejaculating deep inside her.

"Time to go I think!" said Erica, before she, Michael and Cara quickly hurried out of Director Booker's office.

**

"Why do you think Lucille was taken off the mission?" Erica asked, speaking as if to thin air in her empty train cabin.

It was a good thing the cabin was empty too, or Erica would have looked very peculiar talking out loud to herself. In actuality she was speaking with Michael, who was in constant communication with her from his safe house station in Paris. Through an ear piece and a micro com-link hidden in her clothes, Erica had Michael as her guide as she attempted this latest and highly critical mission for Division.

"Maybe she just wanted the day off," said Michael's voice in her ear. "That would explain her jumping the Director."

"I don't know, I think it might be more than that," replied Erica. "I caught her snooping around at Overwatch. She was being very defensive."

"That's just Lucille being Lucille," crackled Michael in Erica's earpiece. "Besides, you two have never got along. You're probably just being paranoid."

"Maybe," said Erica. "Alright, I'm ready to proceed with the mission. I'll contact you again once I have the serum."

"I'll stay on and listen in, make sure everything goes according to plan," said Michael.

"Pervert," laughed Erica. "Don't get too excited when you hear me doing my thing. I won't be there to take care of it for you. Neither will Cara for that matter!"

"Ha ha. Very funny, Erica. Good luck!"

The train had left Marseilles as night fell and was en route to Paris. With the hour growing late, most passengers of the rather luxurious train had retired to their compartments. Erica was undercover in a simple enough alias; she was to be Gusteau's escort for the train journey. Gusteau would be expecting her -- only just as an ordinary high end hooker, not a Whore Division agent. That would be easy enough. The hard part came after. She would then have to locate the serum and steal it, by any means necessary.

It was time for Erica to make her move.

The sultry young brunette was dressed in a trendy, expensive white leather coat that reached her knees. Underneath the coat however, Erica was clad only in luxurious black lingerie; her cleavage popping in the confines of a lacy bra; tiny elegant panties to match; a garter belt and suspenders holding up thigh high stockings; and tight high heeled black boots. She was outfitted to be sexually irresistible and to show off her sumptuous tanned body. Her pale eyes smouldered with mascara under her fringe of bangs, the rest of her long dark hair falling around her face and down her back.

Pouting at herself in the mirror with smugness at how fine she looked, Erica made a few final checks and then headed out into the narrow hallway that linked the train compartments. The lights were dim and no one seemed to be about as she made her way down the train to Gusteau's cabin.

After a knock on the door of Gusteau's compartment, it slid open to reveal an elegant wood-panelled cabin and a small man with beady eyes. He had a hungry, lustful look on his face as he eyed Erica over as he ushered her into the cabin and shut the door behind her.

The room was lit by soft lamp light and a bed dominated about half the room. There was a small table and a couple of even smaller chairs. Opposite the bed was a rather obvious looking metal safe set into the wall itself. The serum had to be in there, Erica guessed.

"So, mademoiselle, you are...?" Gusteau began with fluent but unmistakeably accented English.

"Tiffani," smiled Erica, holding out her hand for Gusteau to kiss, which he did with obvious relish.

"American?" asked Gusteau quizzically. "What brings you to France?"

"Wonderful, rich men like yourself, of course," teased Erica as she ran her fingers down his chest.

"I shall be an even richer man when I get to Paris, you know," said Gusteau as he began unbuttoning Erica's coat, not wasting any time. "Perhaps you should come with me when we arrive. I could take very good care of you, you know."

"I'll bet," crackled Michael dryly in Erica's ear.

Erica pouted with irritation. She hoped Michael wasn't loud enough for Gusteau to have noticed.

"Oh my, are you finishing some sort of important job?" asked Erica with faked enthusiasm. "Is that why you have such a huge... safe in your room?"

"Ah, oui!" said Gusteau. "It is my special invention. Three years it took me to perfect!"

Erica gasped with mock excitement.

"Oooh, may I see it?" Erica cooed. "You have to show me. Show me what a brilliant, successful man you are. Maybe I will stay with you in Paris then. I can show you something very special too..."

Erica chose that moment to step away from Gusteau and fling open her now unbuttoned white coat, showing off her smoking, lingerie clad body in all its erotic glory.

"Wow," murmured Gusteau. "Ah, but you know, the safe is not so easy to open, it has a very particular unlocking mechanism involved..."

Erica stepped back up to Gusteau, dropping her coat on the ground, and moaned cute girly moans as she encouraged him to grope and fondle her breasts. She thrust her cleavage into his face, gasping as he licked and kissed it with wild abandon.

"Promise you'll show me," Erica pouted. "I want to see what makes you so important and powerful."

Stroking men's egos was always a sure bet, Erica mused.

Erica then reached down and firmly grabbed hold of Gusteau's cock through his trousers, deftly unzipping him and releasing the surprisingly fat dick from its confines.

Stroking their cocks helped too, Erica thought with a smirk.

"Ah, why not, I guess!" moaned Gusteau as Erica eagerly groped his penis. "I will open the safe and show you. But after, mademoiselle. First, I need you to show me just how well those sweet lips of yours work."

"Oh, my favourite part," laughed Michael through Erica's earpiece.

Erica merely smiled and wordlessly slid to her knees.

Gusteau's cock was level with her face, and as she breathed over the cock head, her lips pursed, Gusteau shuddered.

Erica snaked her pink tongue out and flicked the tip of Gusteau's thick cock. She gave it a long wet kiss then licked along the slit and around the head over and over again. Gusteau moaned and just watched on as Erica slid her face under his cock until she brought her lips to his balls, tonguing one and then the other. She sucked his ball sack with her warm, wet mouth while his heavy dick rested heavily on her face.

Grabbing hold of the base, Erica slapped the French scientist's cock on her cheeks, and then her tongue, smiling mischievously. Then with one long, deep stroke she took him in her mouth and slid her lips down until half of his cock had disappeared between her ovalled lips.

Gusteau began muttering things in French that Erica didn't understand. But she knew what it meant, and began bobbing her head with steady strokes as she sucked his dick. Gusteau's cock trembled and jerked and Erica could already feel pre-cum dispensing on her tongue.

"Mmmmnnn mmmnn hmmmnn," moaned Erica breathlessly as she sped her blowjob up, looking up with her smoky eyes as she sucked.

"Ohhh, oui Tiffani!" breathed Gusteau. "Oui oui oui!"

Erica then pushed her face down harder and deeper, crying out with a muffled squeal of triumph as she felt Gusteau's cock be fed into her throat.

Gusteau cried out in pleasure and seized Erica's brunette head with his hands.

"Deeper! Go deeper you American whore! Gag on my baguette!" Gusteau groaned heavily.

Erica did just that, gagging noisily from surprise as much as anything else as Gusteau suddenly pushed her head down further. He impaled Erica's face on his cock, holding her head down as his hips thrust and forced himself back and forth in the slutty brunette's clutching throat.

Erica looked up at Gusteau and could feel her mascara beginning to bleed and run down her face as her eyes watered from the gagging. Gusteau was making full use of her mouth and throat, and Erica could only hold on tightly to his thighs as he held her head in place and fucked her face.

Erica could feel his balls tighten and rise each time her lips slid down to the base of his shaft and collided with them. Gusteau was close, she could tell.

"Oh shit, Erica," crackled Michael suddenly over her ear piece. "I think we've got trouble."

Erica, her face still busy being thoroughly used by Gusteau, could do nothing but gag and moan in response as she struggled to keep up with the deep throating. She could barely see and Gusteau hadn't let her up for much air that she thought she might pass out soon.

"Erica, somehow word has leaked that Gusteau was transporting the serum on the train tonight," continued Michael. "The French are onto this, they have a swat team of GIGN commandos waiting to board the train at the next stop! That's only minutes away!"

Erica's eyes widened in alarm at Michael's news. Before she could even think any further on the matter, Gusteau pulled her face back until just the cock head was between Erica's tight lips.

"Ahhhhhh! Taste my crème fraiche you delicious slut! Suck it all down!" Gusteau commanded.

Then he blew his load. Cursing all the while in French, or at least Erica guessed it was cursing, Gusteau's cock let out a powerful burst of hot white cum into Erica's mouth. Another burst followed, and then another, flowing onto her tongue and collecting in her mouth. Once it had slowed to a dribble, Erica slurped her mouth off Gusteau's cock and held her head back.

It wasn't quite tasty crème fraiche as Gusteau had suggested, but Erica dutifully swallowed the musky, salty load until not a drop was left. Then she opened her mouth for Gusteau to see.

"Ahhh, very good mademoiselle Tiffani!" said Gusteau. "I shall be ready to go again soon enough, don't you worry my little pet. Then we can make full use of our lovely time together."

"Erica, you don't have much time," insisted Michael in Erica's earpiece. "You have to get the serum and then bail. Get off the train before it reaches the station! You can jump while it's slowing down."

Erica was on her feet and ready to act. She could feel her face was a mess and her makeup ruined, but she had no time to fix that.

"Show me the safe now," said Erica to Gusteau. "You promised me."

"Ahh, soon soon!" said Gusteau. "I am, as we say in France, le tired. I need to rest first."

Erica swore, out loud. She didn't have time for this.

Erica grabbed the scrawny Gusteau and hauled him against the safe.

"Open the safe now! Do you understand?" Erica demanded, trying to act with confidence.

"What? Oh. Oh shit! You want the serum! Please! Please don't hurt me! I am only following orders!" pleaded Gusteau as he caught on to what was happening.

"You won't get hurt if you open this safe. Right now!" insisted Erica.

"Um, I can't," said Gusteau. "This safe has a special access mechanism. It's a genetic security system. It will only unlock by pouring a fresh sample of my semen to this part here, see."

"Fuck!" swore Erica. "I just swallowed all your cum!"

"That's ok, I will be ready again in perhaps, half an hour..." said Gusteau.

"That's too late!" screamed Erica.

"Erica, listen to me," said Michael over the com-link. "Forget the serum. You don't have time. Get out of there now!"

Erica looked down at Gusteau's crotch. His cock was still semi-hard. Maybe she had a chance at pulling this off.

Erica dropped to her knees again.

"Wait, what? What are you doing?" Gusteau asked in alarm.

"I'm giving you the fastest blowjob of your life," said Erica. "Now give me your crème fraiche or we're both completely fucked!"

Without further ado, Erica dove her face onto Gusteau's cock. She bathed it in her slick, wet saliva again, rolling her tongue around the head, her limps tight as a clamp on the cock.

She sucked fast and furiously, working the shaft back up to full hardness in a matter of mere moments. Bobbing her head with incredible speed, she gagged herself over and over as she deep throated the cock; pulling out every trick she had to get Gusteau off in time.

"Mmmmnhh mnnnhh hmmnn hmmnn hmmnghh!" moaned Erica, her noises muffled over Gusteau's cock.

Erica could hear the train applying its brakes. She could feel it slowing down as it approached the station. She knew Gusteau was close again however. He was moaning and writhing as she blew him, gasping each time she wedged his cock into her tight throat. She needed to be careful though. She couldn't let him cum down her throat. She needed to catch as much of it as she could in her mouth.

"Unnghhh unnghhh ughhh mnnghhh agghhh hmmnghhhh hmmnhh!"

Erica grabbed Gusteau's free hands and stuffed them into her bra, hoping the sudden sensation of groping her cleavage would help push him closer.

To her surprise, it did the trick. Gusteau gave a shout of warning and Erica pulled off just in time. She positioned her waiting open mouth just before the cock and wanked the Frenchman off with unrestrained haste with her hands.

Gusteau did not disappoint. With a great shudder he let loose stream after stream of thick cum into Erica's waiting mouth. Although it was much less than the first round, Erica was sure it would be plenty enough to access the safe. With a triumphant moan of relief, Erica carefully kept her mouth closed and the cum load safe as she made to stand up.

Just as she did, the door burst open and half a dozen GIGN commandos, dressed head to toe in black swat gear stormed into the room, automatic weapons at the ready and shouting in French.

Erica yelped in shock and her precious cum load spilled out of her mouth and down her chest, streaking her firm breasts and nestling neatly in her bra-enhanced cleavage.

"I surrender!" squeaked Erica as she raised her arms above her head, clad still only in her lingerie.

To be continued...