"Oh God. Sarah, I've wanted to fuck you for so long." Chuck said between kisses as he set her down on the kitchen table and began working to undo her jeans. Sarah's hands were equally as busy trying to open up his jeans. It was a race to see who'd be in the other's pants first and even though Chuck had, had a head start, it was Sarah and her ninja like dexterity that won the day. As her hand reached inside Chuck's boxers she had to squeal as she felt his big, throbbing member pulsating in her hand. Not long thereafter, Sarah gasped as she felt Chuck's own nimble fingers teasing her sensitive center. She was trying to focus on caressing his erection, but the sensation of his fingers teasing and toying with her sensitive folds was making it hard to focus.
"Oh Chuck." she moaned as a single digit made its way slowly into her eager center, like she said, she was ready and raring to go all day. "Oh God, your fingers feel so good." She was simply holding onto him as he did things to her that she couldn't imagine were possible. She was right there on the edge of a massive climax, but he wouldn't touch her enough to push her over the edge, she was just trapped there on the edge.
"Please don't tease me, it's been so long." She begged as she felt her peak coming once again, only to be pulled back at the last possible moment. As his finger teased her, so agonizingly, he spoke into her ear.
"You want to cum on my cock?" She could only moan in response as she nearly peaked at the mere thought of his hard member sliding deep inside her. She could only nod as she felt him back up to remove her jeans, as her pants fell to the wayside she reached forward to grab ahold of his eager member, but he shooed her hands away.
"No, no, no, not until I say you can cum, got it?" Chuck breathed into her ear once again, a sudden dominant side was coming to the surface and it was the hottest thing Sarah had ever seen. She simply moaned a strangled okay, as her brain struggled to stay composed enough to answer him. Suddenly she let out a loud moan as she felt his large cock resting on her cleanly shaved vulva. He was big and so, so hard; the feeling of his cock rubbing the outside of her eager depths was driving her mad with lust. She'd never been so consumed by lust before and she didn't know how to handle it. She felt him slide the tip inside just an inch and she knew she was going to cum harder than she had ever cum before.
"Oh, please give it to me, make me cum, please make me cum Chuck." Sarah begged, now totally consumed by lust.
"You want to cum, Sarah?" His sudden dominance was driving her mad and the constant edging had driven all rational thought from her.
"So bad." She moaned back to him and she rolled her hips in a desperate attempt to get the requisite friction to trigger her orgasm.
"Beg for it." Chuck said with a wicked smile as he pushed his cock inside two inches and then quickly pulled it back out.
"Please make me cum, please slide that hard cock inside of me." Sarah begged desperately as she felt his cock give her two more teasing thrusts that did little but add to her frustration.
"Tell me, who owns that pussy?" Chuck said wickedly, his vulgar language and the feeling of his cock was just too much.
"You do, this pussy is yours, you own this slutty agent pussy, you can have it whenever you want, pound me, breed me, just make your slut's pussy fucking cum!" She begged loudly with closed eyes as she felt the head of his cock tap against her clit several times.
"Okay." Chuck said as he slid his entire cock all the way inside of her in one fast hard motion until their pelvis' were touching. Sarah screamed as her hands clawed his back, he didn't give her time to adjust and began fucking her hard with long hard thrusts. Sarah Walker, badass CIA agent, one of the deadliest women on earth, had been reduced to a quivering pile of lust by a computer technician and she loved every single second of it! She was so close to her peak, the feeling of his hard cock pounding her sensitive depths was doing things to her that she seldom thought possible. She could feel her orgasm building deep inside her, a tingling in her toes, an electricity at the bottom of her spine that threatened to tear her apart.
BEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEP!
It was at this point that Sarah's alarm went off, awakening her just before the good part of her dream. As Sarah opened her eyes, she pulled her sleep mask off of her eyes and simply stared daggers at her clock. She could feel the damp spot in her panties, proof of her amorous dream; somehow during the night she'd started straddling one of the pillows on her bed. This kept happening and it was a problem, too many mornings started with damp panties and a desire for satisfaction. Sarah Walker was a woman, she may hide behind her job as a CIA agent, but she was still a woman. Like any other woman, Sarah Walker had needs; those needs were something that wasn't often a priority to a CIA agent. Regardless of this, the fact was that it had been a while since Sarah Walker had, had some quality time.
Quality time... that was a name for it; it had been many, many months since the last time Sarah Walker had, had any quality time, too many months to be honest. Definitely not in the nine months she'd been in Burbank guarding a certain curly haired nerd. Even before she'd gone to Burbank it had been at least six months since she'd last been with another person, more specifically Bryce Larkin. Boy was that a complicated relationship these days, especially after the week she'd had. She didn't regret her time with Bryce Larkin, far from it actually, but in hindsight she deserved more than a man like Bryce Larkin could give her emotionally. At one point, she'd honestly been in love with Bryce, or at least she'd thought she was at the time. They'd had a fairly simple relationship, one perfectly acceptable for a CIA agent, but it had been a relationship in a world that didn't have room for relationships. Now though, she'd seen that there was indeed more out there than Bryce Larkin; with that realization there had come a reawakening of those desires and urges that she'd worked so hard to ignore.
Quality time... she'd like to spend some quality time with a certain curly haired nerd, but she knew she couldn't, especially not after the last week. It seemed everyone around her was getting some quality time these days. Chuck had gotten with that little hussy Lou Palone, Devon and Ellie seemed to play hide the doctor every chance they weren't at work or asleep, Morgan and Anna were going at it like fucking rabbits all the damn time, even goddamn John Casey got some with that French DGSE agent. For Sarah Walker though, satisfaction had alluded her. Most days she was able to keep a lid on her urges; a tenuous lid, but a lid nonetheless. Not today though, not after the dream she'd had last night; after a dream as steamy, as filthy, as titillating as that one, she'd need satisfaction...
Sarah reached over and grabbed the small remote control that had come with her latest alarm clock; the one she'd gotten from Chuck for Christmas had lasted a few months before she'd speared it to the wall with her knife. This new one had come with a remote control so she could silence the infernal devil contraption from across the room without using a knife. She'd made sure to apologize to Chuck for spearing his Christmas present, but he'd simply laughed that off and told her it was so awesome that she could spear things from across the room while half asleep, Sarah had blushed at that bashfully. Sarah knew she needed to start her day, but in that moment, she had more pressing issues to deal with, namely taming the burning devil inferno of lust within her this particular morning. This was why instead of getting out of bed to start the day, Sarah Walker found herself fishing her trusty bullet vibrator out of her bedside table. The bullet vibrator was a tiny little device, but it was certainly mighty; she'd had this vibrator for years and years.
On long missions like this one, it was nice to have a small vibrator to help tame her urges. The thing was, lately the vibrator just wasn't enough; she needed to get fucked, but presently that wasn't a possibility. Obviously she was an attractive woman and she could easily go pick up some hunky guy at a bar in typical Carina Miller fashion, but that would be a betrayal of her cover relationship with Chuck Bartowski and that was out of the question. It may be a
fake
relationship to the outside world, but to Sarah Walker it was as real as she'd ever had and she was going to be fucking faithful damn it! Regardless of her overwhelming desire to get fucked, she needed to take care of herself this morning so that she could actually function as a human being and not a walking pile of wanton lust. So, with little fanfare, Sarah reached into her cotton panties and pressed the vibrator against her sensitive clit; she hummed at the pleasant vibrations as they sent shock waves of pleasure through her body.
"Oh, I need this." Sarah said with a pleased smile as the pleasurable vibrations gently pushed her to a climax she so desperately needed this morning. She had to wonder what Chuck would think if he saw her like this; one hand pushing a powerful vibrator against her pussy, while the other tweaked her sensitive nipples. Suddenly, her mind was filled with images of Chuck Bartowski standing there at the foot of her bed jerking his cock to the sight of her. She could just imagine her Chuck, jerking his aching cock to the sight of the legendary Sarah Walker furiously masturbating like a horny teenager. He'd just be standing there with his hard cock in his hand, pumping away to her amorous actions; his cock would be so hard and so filled with need. His balls, so full of warm cum, would just be aching to release their pent-up contents all over her body. Another moan escaped Sarah's mouth as her center quivered hard at the thought of being covered in Chuck's warm load. It would be so warm and so thick as it covered her, dripping off of her body lewdly.
