Colonel James "Mack" MacKinnon reclined comfortably in his office chair behind his desk, a cigar in one hand, and a television remote in the other. His office was large, but had a sparse simplicity to it. There was very little furniture in the large office other than his heavy oak desk, and two leather chairs for guests to sit across from him. On the walls on either side there were a few flat-screen televisions which were muted, displaying various news channels, some domestic and some international. Mack flipped through the channels mindlessly, but couldn't concentrate because his attention was dominated by the babe kneeling between his thighs sucking his cock.
Kneeling in front of the Colonel between his legs was one of Mack's employees, Agent Aspen. True to her name, Aspen had platinum blonde hair that was snowy white, so bright that the shade could only be achieved by bleaching and highlights. Her hair was so light that it shimmered in the light and seemed to sparkle. Aspen's hair was shoulder length, straight, smooth as silk, and was spilled around her right now as her lips were wrapped around the Colonel's penis, sucking him diligently. Her full lips were glossy pink, but the more she sucked, the more the lip gloss was wiped away as her lips slid up and down the length of Mack's long, throbbing shaft.
Mack was an older gentleman with a commanding, but charming presence. In his late 40's, Colonel Mack's hair was starting to go grey at the sides, giving him a distinguished salt & pepper look. He had been told more than once that he looked like George Clooney, although he thought he was much more attractive than that.
Agent Aspen was a beautiful 25 year old girl with the right mix of a womanly figure, and girlish cuteness. Her skin was smooth, lightly tanned, with little to no blemishes. Aspen was accustomed to sporting a generous amount of exotic makeup, usually a heavy amount of dark eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow, giving her a sultry and exotic look. Her lips were usually heavily glossed and shiny, making them oh so inviting - she had the ultimate pair of DSL's - Dick Sucking Lips. Aspen's body was tone and healthy, but she wasn't overly thin or firm like an athlete, instead she had the perfect amount of tone muscle and soft curves. Her heavy tits were overly big and inviting to squeeze, and right now they were swinging back and forth and slapping against Mack's inner thighs as her blouse had been peeled off and dropped to the floor. Each of her ballooning jugs would require two hands to grasp.
Mack groaned as he looked down at Aspen who was bobbing her head up and down, gliding those delicious lips along the length of his rigid shaft. He was getting close to cumming. Aspen occasionally lifted her hands up and wrapped them around the bottom of Mack's cock, jerking him off into her mouth as she sucked. She had been sucking him for a while now, long enough that his member was wet and slick with her warm saliva. Her blowjobs were always nice and wet, and super sloppy, which is why he enjoyed hers the best.
The two of them were interrupted as the Colonel's speakerphone beeped and the voice of his receptionist, Celeste, came over the speaker. "Sebastian is here to see you, Colonel."
"Fuck." Mack said, rolling his eyes up toward the ceiling. He was close to cumming and didn't want to be interrupted. He leaned over and pressed the button on the phone to talk, "Celeste, I told you I'm in a meeting and didn't want to be disturbed. Tell him I'm in a meeting!"
"But, Colonel, he says its urgent." the receptionist's voice crackled through the speaker.
"Fine, tell him I'll be ready in a minute." Mack sighed and looked down at Aspen who had stopped sucking his dick for the moment and was now looking up at him curiously.
"Want me to leave?" she asked.
Mack shook his head, "No, I need to get off or else I'm going to have blue balls. Hold those titties up for me, sweetheart." he instructed her. Just as he asked, Aspen cupped her hands underneath her huge breasts and lifted them up, offering them to Mack invitingly. She squeezed them together gently, making each large orb of flesh squeeze and bulge slightly.
It wasn't the way he wanted to cum, but it was better than nothing. Mack wrapped his hand around his wet, spit-covered dick and pumped up and down. Her jerked himself off as the busty agent lifted her tits up toward his shaft. After a few moments of staring at her delicious fuckjugs and wanking his cock, Mack started to cum. His sperm shot out from the tip of his cockhead and sprayed across Aspen's jugs. The first blast of semen streaked across her left breast, from her nipple all the way to her collarbone. Several more ropes of jizz sprayed from his dick until finally he collapsed back into his chair, leaving Aspen with cum sprayed across her chest everywhere. The girl's tits were drenched, and gooey, white semen drooled and slowly dripped down her huge melons. The Colonel had done a job of completely soaking her jugs in sperm.
Mack dismissed Agent Aspen and after zipping up his trousers, he summoned Sebastian into his office. Sebastian was another employee of his, but not a field agent, he dealt more with personnel and corporate affairs. Sebastian was in his early thirties, had brown hair parted to one side, and looked like your typical corporate type guy. Sebastian was a great member of the team, and the two of them worked together well. A native of London, Sebastian came to the United States for college, and while he had picked up a fair amount of American dialect, he still never completely lost his English accent.
"Colonel, sorry to interrupt, but its about Operation Angelshark. We have a major problem." the man started as soon as he entered the office. Sebastian's accent came through as he spoke.
"What's the SNAFU?" the Colonel said, lighting his cigar and giving a it a few puffs.
"The Operation was a complete failure, we were unable to retrieve the data and Agent Turtle was captured by Lady Evelina and her crew." Sebastian turned his gaze downward in shame, expected to be chewed out.
Mack cooly took a drag off his cigar, thinking, before he responded. "We need to regroup, rescue Turtle, and get those files. We need to get those datafiles from Lady Evelina or we all know the consequences. We can't allow her to sell those files to a terrorist organization! Send the agents back in to get Turtle,
and
get those files."
"But sir, Turtle was the computer expert. Without him, the agents won't be able to get past the electronic security system, much less hack into her computer if the files are encrypted!"
Mack nodded his head; Everything Sebastian was saying was true. He placed his cigar in his mouth and reached into his desk and pulled out thick file folder which was bound with a rubber band, and tossed it on his desk toward Sebastian. "Seb, we need a new recruit to temporarily replace Turtle on this one." The Colonel then tapped his fingers on the file folder, "This is who I want you to track down and recruit."
"Who is he?" the englishman asked.
"No, not 'he'. She. It's all in the file. Get to work, Sebastian. Time's wasting."
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Katelynn Morgan sighed as she exited the conference room of the Bellagio hotel in Las Vegas where she had just attended a seminar. She had come to Las Vegas for HackerCon, an annual conference held in Las Vegas for both hackers and computer security professionals. The convention lasted the entire weekend and consisted of dozens of presentations and seminars on the latest security exploits, computer programming, and all sorts of hacking-related subjects. She came this year for two reasons. One is that she wanted to perhaps learn something new, and the other was to hopefully gain some contacts and network with people. Katelynn was a great computer programmer, did quite a bit of hacking and computer coding in her free time, had just graduated from MIT with a Masters in Computer Science, but despite all that, she was having an extremely hard time finding a decent job.
It was frustrating, but that wasn't what she was frustrated about now. She had found that, coming to Las Vegas for this convention, almost no one wanted to talk to her as a colleague, instead she found almost everyone looked at her and assumed she was a stripper, or worse, a hooker! A handful of nerdy computer geeks asked her how much she charged per hour. She didn't think she had dressed too slutty - just a nice blouse and a skirt. However, with a body like Katelynn's, it was impossible to not draw stares, even in a town like Las Vegas where beauty was abundant.
Katelynn had spent most of her time growing up in front of the computer, not in a shopping mall. Her parents didn't give her much attention when she was growing up either. Her parents had had one other daughter before her, but they gave her up for adoption because they weren't ready for parenthood. By the time Katelynn came along, they figured they were ready, but in reality, they weren't good parents. She mostly raised herself. Katelynn didn't have a lot of girl friends, or even guy friends, in fact most of her friends were other computer hackers online, so she was barely aware that she had blossomed into a beautiful woman after her awkward teenage years.
Now 22 years old, Katelynn was beautiful even if she didn't wear much makeup or get dressed up. Her sandy light brown hair, and her lightly freckled skin gave her a cute girl-next-door look, while also having the kind of killer body that a lingerie model would die for. Without even working out regularly, Katelynn had the ideal figure, thin waist, nice hips, and a very voluptuous pair of tits. In fact, her breasts were by far her best feature. Even at a young age, she was wearing a bra size suited for grown women, and these days her breasts had blossomed into overflowing mounds that filled any blouse, and stretched any t-shirt she wore. Shopping for proper fitting clothes was always difficult. Growing up was even more difficult because she had been teased by other girls who were jealous of her breasts, which had a lot to do with why she never had many girl friends or turned into much of a girly girl.
The seminar she just finished attending was about security flaws in most modern operating systems. During the seminar, the other attendees kept looking at her, glancing over at her curiously. She knew what they were thinking... they were assuming she didn't belong there, or that she didn't fit in. It was a feeling she was used to her whole life... and she was frustrated. She wanted to be taken seriously. She wanted to belong, for once.
"Miss Morgan, I presume?" a man's voice with an English accent said from behind her. She turned around to see a man dressed in a suit holding a folder with a rubber band around it.
Sebastian was leaning up against the wall, waiting for Katelynn Morgan to leave the conference room so that he could approach her. She looked just like her picture in the file that MacKinnon had given her. As she turned to face him, he walked over closer to her.
