Prelude
The three thugs encircled Anna Nicole Smith in the alleyway and she new she was in a spot of trouble. The men were dressed all in black with masks over their heads that had holes cut for their eyes, mouths and noses. Although none of them were armed, neither was Anna and she was outnumbered.
Anna acted first before they could coordinate their attack, she lunged towards the assailant on the left and snapped her fist up into his throat sending him stumbling back gagging for air. The man who was now behind her cracked her a painful blow to the back of her skull causing her head to swim, while the other man grabbed her arm just below the elbow. Before he could tighten his grip Anna twisted her wrist and used her other hand to break the grasp. She then kicked him in the belly, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to double over.
As she turned to face the last man, the one that had hit her on the back of the head the first on with the injured throat grabbed her from behind in a bearhug. She angrily struggled against his grab as she felt one of his hands drop to cover and squeeze her big breast through the white blouse she wore.
“Oo her tits are big,” he said, practically panting in her air as he groped and mauled at the large orb.
“I’m gonna make them shake when I fuck you,” growled the man she had kicked in the gut as he recovered from the blow and moved in towards her. He reached out and squeezed her other breast, the one that wasn’t being fondled by the guy holding her. As he groped her roughly he leaned in and licked her cheek.
“Asshole!” yelled Anna lifting her knee and ramming it up between his legs.
The man squealed like a girl and dropped like a sack of potatoes as her knee crushed his balls.
“You bitch!” growled the third man punching her across the jaw and almost sending her into unconsciousness, “Let’s see what we got here.”
With that he grabbed the front of her blouse and tore it open, the buttons popping off and her bra covered breasts jiggling with their freedom.
The man behind her had stopped playing with her tit and was now trying to look over her shoulder to get a look at her boobs, Anna could feel the bulge of his erection pushing against her buttocks.
Anna felt the cold touch of steel as the man behind placed a knife to her throat.
“No more funny stuff bitch,” he growled. His hand rested on the underside of Anna’s right tit, cupping the large orb through her bra. He then bounced it in his palm as if to feel its weight. The mans hand then moved over to her other breast, and he squeezed it softly. "You got big tits, baby..." he whispered into her ear.
The second man got up, rubbing his painful crotch and moved up to Anna.
“Like I said Cunt!” he growled, “I’m gonna make your tits shake!”
He moved forward in front of Anna, pushing the other man away and smiled at her from behind his mask. . He then pushed the sides of Anna’s boobs together. Her tit flesh welled up in her bra and it looked as though they were going to pop out in any second. He then released her breasts and her boobs bounced back.
“Lets take a look at these puppies,” he then took the knife out of the hand of the man holding it to her throat and used the blade to slice through the center of her bra between her breasts. The piece of lingerie fell apart and Anna’s lovely full breasts dropped free, high and firm.
He licked his lips and reached out with both hands, his fingers pinching Anna’s uncovered nipple. He smiled and looked Anna straight in the eyes as he pulled hard on her nipples. Anna moaned as he tugs it as far as he could before releasing it. Again and again he tugged on her nipples, her naked tit flesh quivering each time her tits are released.
“Lets hurry up and fuck her,” said the man from behind impatiently. As the who was busy abusing Anna’s tits turned to reply the secret agent acted, her foot circling out in a crescent and kicking the knife from his hand. She then snapped her elbow back into the ribs of the man behind her and she was free.
Anna spun to face the man she had just elbows, her tits still hanging free with the front of her blouse and bra torn open. Her big breasts were a little sore and tender from the manhandling she had received and Anna was now pissed off – the three attackers were in trouble…
Chapter One
Anna Nicole Smith crossed her long legs giving the Chief a lovely view of her creamy, tanned thighs.
“Ok Agent Hooters its good to have you back after saving the President, how was your vacation?” as he spoke his eyes surveyed her voluptuous form, taking in the delightful flare of her hips and the way her massive breasts filled out the front of her t-shirt.
Anna shrugged, “Same old same old.”
“Right down to business then,” the Chief said, “We want you to head out to Roswell and investigate a number of strange disappearances that are going on there. We don’t fully understand the cause of these but they seem to emanate from a bar about 10 miles out of town called the Frying Saucer.”
“So I go there for information?”
“Yes,” confirmed the Chief, he then accidentally/on purpose sent a manilla folder full of papers flying off his desk. Anna stood up and started picking up the papers. She bent over the action presenting her firm well rounded ass to the Chief as her tight skirt pulled taut across her splendid buttocks.
The Chief sighed with suppressed lust as he watched Anna pick up the papers.
“Thanks,” he said reluctantly as she finished and put the folder back on his desk, he briefly considered knocking it off again but decided that would be pushing his luck.
“You mentioned the Frying Saucer bar?” prompted Anna noticing the Chief’s gaze drop to her legs as she sat down.
“Ahh right..yes. The bar owner has proved rather reluctant to speak to authorities regarding the disappearances so we want you to go in undercover as a UFO nut tourist.”
“Not a problem,” said Anna with a smile standing up, “I guarantee I’ll find out what has happened to those people.”
“Good to hear Agent Hooters,” said the Chief, “Go and check in with Gadget before you leave, we’ve also got a helicopter ready to take you to Roswell.”
**
Gadget’s eyes almost popped out of his head as he saw Anna Nicole Smith walk into his lab completely naked. Her long legs seemed to go on forever, and he had to lick his lips at the site of the neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs. There was a hint of moisture glistening on her pubic hair and Gadget wanted so much to bury his face between her smooth thighs. His eyes wandered further up her lovely nude body and he felt his mouth instantly dry up at the sight of her bare bazookas. The monster-sized knockers were firm and high, thrust proudly out from her chest and Gadget ached to kiss, suck, grope and squeeze them.
“Gadget?” asked Anna in surprise as the scientist stood looking at her as if in a dream.
Then it clicked in the technician’s brain, he was wearing his X-ray specs! Gadget took off his glasses to see Anna’s t-shirt and skirt magically reappear to cover her glorious assets.
“Ahh right yes, hello Nicole good to see you again,” he licked his lips and swallowed the huge lump in his throat.
“What do you have for me today?” asked Anna.
Gadget’s gaze inadvertently dropped to the swell of her bosom, “Have you given any further thought to Machine Gun Jubblies?”
“No right now Gadget,” sighed Anna, she was beginning to get a tad exasperated with the scientists constant request to turn her big tits into machine guns.
“Okay then,” said Gadget disappointed, “Lets just get you out into the copter and out to Roswell.”
“Great!” enthused Anna as the pair walked out to the landing platform.
Perched ready for take off was a tiny one man helicopter, the overweight pilot Anna recognized as fellow agent Jimbo Bond. Anna had disliked the fat secret agent ever since they had gone undercover as a hooker and her mark while on a stakeout. Jimbo had insisted that Anna sucked on his dick while they waited so they didn’t blow their cover. Anna hadn’t minded too much, it was part of the job after all, except for the fact that Jimbo’s personal hygiene wasn’t the best and he had some smelly dick-cheese under his foreskin. He’d also cum in her mouth and held her head on his dick to force her to swallow, so his lustful groans were obviously beyond acting and very unprofessional.
“But that’s a one man copter?!” complained Anna.
“I know,” nodded Gadget, “Unfortunately our helicopter is in for servicing and with all the forest fires at the moment this was the only thing we could hire.”
“Great how am I supposed to fit in there?” she asked gesturing to the small, single seat cabin that was mostly filled by Jimbo’s bulk.
“You can sit on my dick if you want Agent Titties,” said Jimbo with a lecherous grin, deliberately mispronouncing her codename.
Gadget ignored the lewd agent, “We’ve fitted a pontoon beneath the helicopter Nicole, I’ll get you strapped in now.”
Anna lay down on the platform beneath the helicopter, her large breasts still jutting upwards despite her prone position. Gadget strapped her legs and arms down so she wouldn’t fall out, several times his busy hands accidentally brushed her large breasts as he coped a feel.
“Good luck Nicole,” he said as he closed the pod and signaled for Jimbo to take off.
**
Jenny McCarthy awoke to find herself completely naked and strapped onto what appeared to be a doctors examination table in a small, plain white room. The last thing she remembered was her car running out of gas on the highway just out of Roswell, then there was a bright light, and then she woke up here…wherever here was.
There was a swoosh as the door opened and a small – four foot tall man entered the room. The man had green skin, a big head and a disproportionately large penis between it’s skinny legs. The aliens dick was limp but still about the size of a large mans, but it’s testicles were positively huge, about the circumference of a compact disk, only spherical, green and hairless.
