Prelude
Anna Nicole Smith couldn’t believe the way her holiday was going. Here she was in the beautiful Rio de Janeiro and she’d spent the past three days in the cramped apartment belonging to the Chief’s nineteen year old son. When all her baggage had gone missing on the flight including her money she’d been forced to sit it out at young Dylan’s apartment ‘till the airline found all her belongings.
Right now the two of them were playing poker for a small pile of peanuts, most of which Dylan was just eating, and drinking tequila. They were both quite drunk.
“Let’s up the stakes,” said Dylan boldly. He glanced at Anna’s curvy figure, she was wearing tiny green hotpants and a semi-transparent white blouse, through which Dylan could see her generous breasts encased in a lacy red bra.
“Okay,” said Anna with a smile at the Chief’s young son, he looked so much like his father.
“Great!” said Dylan, “If you win I’ll make you breakfast in bed tomorrow, if I win you take off your blouse.”
“No way,” said Anna laughing, she reached across the small table and slapped the back of his hand.
“Come on,” begged Dylan, “Just your blouse, you did say okay.”
Anna shrugged, “Alright then Dylan.”
The cards were dealt. Anna had two sixes a king, an ace and a seven. She held the sixes and threw the rest out. He new cards were two jacks and a ten.
“Two pair,” Anna said triumphantly showing the teenager her cards.
Dylan poked his tongue at her and showed her his cards, “Three fours, take it off baby!”
Anna rolled her eyes but didn’t go back on her word. She unbuttoned her blouse and threw it aside. Dylan stared at her large breasts and the beautiful red bra she wore.
“This is taking too long,” said Dylan taking back the cards just after he started dealing, “Let’s play high card.”
“Alright,” agreed Anna taking another shot of tequila, her inhibitions slipping away.
“If I win you show me those beautiful big boobies of yours, if you win I’ll show you my pecker,” said Dylan flipping a card in front of Anna – a ten.
Dylan’s card was only a six.
“Yay!” cheered Anna, “Come round here and show it to me big boy!”
Dylan walked around so he was standing beside Anna, his crotch at her eye level.
“You have to take it out,” he told her.
Anna smiled, the alcohol making her feel pleasantly dizzy. She reached up and unzipped his pants. To her surprise he was wearing no underwear and his fully erect penis sprung out and slapped Anna in the cheek she was so close.
Anna reached up and grabbed hold of the hard shaft, tugging on it a couple of times, causing Dylan to gasp. Anna smiled up at him, “Very nice big boy, now deal the cards again.”
“Okay,” said Dylan returning to his seat but leaving his hard cock hanging out of his pants.
Anna set the bets this time, “If you win I imagine you still want to see these puppies,” she said cupping and squeezing her big tits through her bra, “And if I win you have to be my personal tour guide and show me the town tomorrow.”
“Done!” agreed Dylan dealing Anna a jack and himself a king.
Anna smiled and reached behind her back to unfasten her bra.
“Wait,” said Dylan standing up, “You got to take my dick out, I get to take your tits out.”
Not waiting for agreement Dylan moved around the table and sat on Anna’s lap, his hard cock pressing against her flat belly. Dylan’s shaking hands reached up and encircled the sides of Anna’s large breasts. He gave the generous mounds a firm squeeze and then hooked his fingers into the cups of the bra. With a yank he pulled the bra cups down and Anna’s two large tits popped free.
“Beautiful,” breathed Dylan his hands closing over the bare orbs and squeezing hungrily, testing their firmness. He bent forward and licked Anna’s right nipple sending shivers of pleasure through the blonde secret agent as she started to get turned on by his caresses. As his mouth slid over to suck on her left nipple he started to roll his hips, the long hardness of his erect penis rubbing over Anna’s stomach.
“Hold it there hot shot,” said Anna pushing his head back off her tits, “You only get to look at my tits not touch them.”
Dylan groaned as Anna pushed him off her lap.
“I want to fuck your brains out,” said Dylan sitting back against the edge of the table, his dick smeared with pre-cum and still pointing straight at Anna’s face.
“No way you’re too young, and you’re the Chief’s son!” protested Anna.
“We’ll draw for it,” decided Dylan diplomatically, “If I win I get to bend you over this table and find out what’s in those hotpants. If you win I’ll let you get away with sucking my dick.”
“But..” protested Anna, her head swimming from the vast amounts of tequila she had consumed, she was sure there was something wrong with that arrangement but she couldn’t quite work it out through her alcohol fuelled stupor.
Dylan handed her a card, the three of spades! She was doomed.
Dylan then picked the top card for himself and looked at it, his face was expressionless.
“What is it?!” demanded Anna.
He turned it over to show her. The two of clubs.
“I win!” said Anna her worried face breaking into a huge grin.
“Yes you sure do,” replied Dylan softly. He reached out and took her head in his hands and pulled her face down towards his crotch. Anna’s face paled as she remembered what her prize was but she didn’t fight back as Dylan pulled her right the way forward till the glistening head of his cock touched her lips, smearing them with his cum. The sweet smell of his dick so close and the boy’s earlier attention to her breasts had made her horny as hell, she found she didn’t want to fight him.
Dylan ran his fingers through her long blonde hair then grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down, impaling her face on his throbbing erection. He let out a long sigh as he felt his rigid shaft slide over Anna’s tongue to the back of her throat. His entire shaft buried in her mouth and his balls resting against her chin.
“Oh fuck I’m cumming!” he grunted immediately, the sight of Anna’s gorgeous lips wrapped around the base of his penis had just been too much. Dylan clasped her head firmly against his loins as his hips began to spasm madly and he emptied his load straight into her mouth and down her throat.
Chapter One
Anna Nicole Smith woke up with a pounding headache to the sound of a ringing telephone. She got up from the couch dressed only in her hotpants and stumbled into the kitchen to find the source of the ringing.
Dylan was passed out on the table with his pants open sleeping right through the noise. After he had cum he had passed out right on the table and Anna had called it a night.
“Hello?” she said when she finally picked up the receiver.
“Agent Hooters?” said a familiar voice on the other end of the line.
“Hi Chief, it’s me.”
“Good I’ve got a mission for you,” said the Chief.
“But I’m on holiday in South America!” protested Anna.
“That’s actually quite fortunate as it turned out,” said the Chief, “The problem we need your help with has actually popped up in South America.”
Anna sighed, “Very well what is it?”
“Your old nemesis has returned to haunt us I’m afraid.”
“Who?”
“Professor Nasty,” said the Chief in a stern tone.
“Impossible!” protested Anna, “I caught and jailed him when he took the President hostage that time.”
“I’m afraid he somehow escaped,” said the Chief.
“Fuck!” swore Anna, “What’s he up to this time?”
Behind her Dylan started to stir on the kitchen table. He reached out and scratched his dick which was still hanging out of his pants and sat up holding this throbbing head.
“Our sources indicate that the Professor is operating out of a hideout deep in the jungle about ten miles from where you are in Rio,” said the Chief, beginning his briefing. “The Professor seems to be putting together an army of some sort. We’re not sure what his plans are but the very idea of Professor Nasty in control of an army is enough to make us very concerned.”
“Agreed,” nodded Anna.
Dylan came up behind the topless blonde, reaching around her and cupping one of her large, bare breasts. He gave a firm squeeze, rolling the large orb in his hand and feeling it’s weight. He gave her tit a pinch and started to shake and jiggle it. Anna slapped his hand away.
“Fuck off!” she hissed at Dylan, putting her hand over the phone so the chief couldn’t hear.
“We want you to track down the Professor and capture him,” continued the Chief, “He cannot be allowed to get his army together. We want you to head straight into the jungle and track down Professor Nasty’s camp. Your contact is a local jungle expert called Panther, he will be your guide. We also have another agent already in the jungle called GI Jane, she will help you out on the firepower side of things.”
“I’ll need weapons and equipment…” said Anna, as she spoke there was a knock at the door.
“I think we have that covered,” said the Chief who then hung up the phone.
Anna frowned and slipped on her blouse, buttoning it up quickly, as she moved to the door. Dylan by this time was in the shower.
To her surprise none other than Gadget was waiting at the door holding two large suitcases.
“Hello Nicole!” said the cheerful scientist.
“Gadget!” Anna said with pleasant surprise as she let him into the house, “What have you got for me?”
Gadget struggled inside and dropped the cases on the floor. When he opened them up they looked like they belonged to Arnold Schwarzenegger. They were filled with just about every machine gun, pistol, rifle, grenade ever made.
“Very nice,” said Anna with a broad smile.
