James Breaker was not a nice man. Not many in his line of work were. Twenty years of working for the United States military and FBI does that to a person. Twenty Years of doing the governments dirty work also ensured that James kept his body in peak condition. Even now at nearly fifty years old he could run with the boys half his age and even beat most of them. Standing 6'2" and well muscled James cut an imposing figure in his tailored black suit and red power tie. The only sign that Agent Breaker wasn't at the very peak of his powers was some gray that now flecked his hair and appeared around his temples. Put together the FBI's Agent James Breaker was an imposing man who women found themselves naturally attracted to and men wanted to be, but the most important thing about him, ask any woman, was his giant cock.
Twenty years of government work shaped more than Agent Breaker's body. His entire worldview was defined by it. Agent Breaker was an old school kind of man. A scotch neat, steak bloody kind of man. He believed that men like him, institutions, and traditions were the only thing keeping the world from total chaos. Men, strong men, were in charge and had built the greatest nation the world had ever seen and he had no intention of letting his America be corrupted by youths who had reaped the benefits of his work, but now sought to change the whole thing. They believed in things like equality between the sexes and paying women equally. Paying women equally. He shook his head, if any of these pussy men out protesting could actually fuck a woman the way she needs then they'd all realize what happy little sluts they could be. That had always been his experience.
See for nearly the entire time he served his country agent breaker had been building a little collection. Sluts. Sluts is what he collected. Whores, bitches, cunts it didn't really matter what he called them so long as they remained obedient, and after a dose of his cock they were wet and willing to do whatever he asked of them. It had served his career well. He was able to fuck any woman above him into submission, really the idea of a woman above him, and any man he couldn't dominate well they were probably a kindred spirit and what's the harm in sharing a slut or two. There were always more out there.
That's why he was in such a good mood this morning. Days like this were the reason that he came to work day in day out for not enough pay and nearly no appreciation. Today he got to do an interview. Now for most of his career doing media was as unrewarding as it got. Stand at a podium and answer questions from people who don't know what they don't know. Or call in to some bullshit Sunday talk show where everyone just yells over each other. He didn't have any need for that type of media.
But the one thing he loved the younger generation for, other than their bodies, was podcasts. Christ it seemed like every art bitch or daddies girl had to get herself a podcast because these dumb cunts thought that people wanted to hear what came out of their stupid mouths. But the beauty of it was that any time these big protests happened, and it seemed like every other week, these days, a bevy of these whores would flood DC and the bureau with interview requests. Agent Breaker made sure he always got the first choice of those.
He looked over the file he'd assembled in the last week. It couldn't be more perfect. Her independently wealthy black mother raised her almost entirely alone, attractive in her own right but the father was more interested in her pocketbooks. The father was white, but rarely around. The file on that son of a bitch had been something else. Eleven children with almost as many mothers, and those are the ones that everyone knows about. He'd been married a few times but for the most part seemed content to be a small town cop floating from bed to bed. He'd only been in her life for a few months at a time. When she was thirteen, sixteen and then for nearly a year when she turned eighteen. Christ when all this was over he might have to find this man and shake his hand.
'An absentee father in law enforcement.' He thought to himself. 'Christ I almost feel bad for this girl. She doesn't stand a chance.'
He kept reviewing the file. High school cheerleader. College cheerleader. College gymnast: two time all american. Christ these pictures. She had the most perfect light caramel skin. And her smile was so vibrant. His cock hardened thinking of her smiling as she rode his fat cock, the tight brown ringlets of her hair bouncing in rhythm.
'I've got to get up there before I blow.' He said as he kept thumbing through the pictures. Her ass had always been magnificent. Round and firm, taut with muscle. But in the last few years her breasts had ballooned. Now that she wasn't competing and training rigorously it seemed like the only place she put on any weight was her tits. Agent Breaker would bet anything they were a solid D cup at the least.
"Well every second I waste here is one more for death to catch up to me, best get to it" he said grabbing his coffee notes and walking into the hotel lobby. He saw her first. She was facing away from him wearing a tight white blouse that stretched across her breasts and black pencil skirt that showed off her tight ass. The effect was only amplified by the three inch black high heel she was wearing.. The only thing keeping her from looking like the perfect little secretary was the small golden bullring in her nose. Christ he hoped she planned on trying to honeypot him. She was talking to the producer of the podcast. Some shitty DJ type who was using her money to fund the thing, and probably a few other things. He wouldn't last long.
Agent Breaker approached them and immediately handed the man his briefcase so he could shake her hand and cut between the two of them. "Mrs. Christina Murphy. Agent James Breaker, please call me James."
"Goodness you snuck up on me there, and miss please."
"Ha, I have a way of doing that with the ladies. And what in lords name is this one doing that you're still a miss. Though the rest of us certainly do appreciate it."
She smiled at him. "I'll have to keep an eye on you."
"Two of 'em if you please darlin, but we can't sit here flirting all day I'm sure you've all sorts of demands on your time. Should we head up so that we can be begin."
"Umm absolutely. This way. You know everyone told me you were straight to business."
"Well if you have the hotel room for the night I could be convinced to relax for a little while."
"Christine!" The producer, was finally able to get a word in. "this is moving fast, let's keep in control."
"I'm always in control son, don't you worry about that. Plus we'll have all the time in the world once we're at the room. We can all get more intimately acquainted there." Agent Breaker said while guiding Christine with a hand on the small of her back towards the elevators. It occurred to Christine that all of this should be much more off putting than it was. She was a feminist. She was a progressive liberal. She was an strong independent black woman, but this relic of the patriarchy she wanted to tear down. But something about him was soothing to her. His presence was calming. His deep voice threatened to lull you to sleep and lure you in. She could already feel her panties begin to dampen. She would need to be on her guard.
At the room James stopped the producer at the door after Christine went in.
"Hey, son. I need to know something right now before we start. Are you Fucking her?"
"What?! Fuck you old man I don't need to tell you shit." he said and went to push me away and enter the room. I caught his wrist and pinned him to the door for a moment.
"That reaction tells me yes, and I'll be honest son it'd be easier if you weren't. For you I mean. It's all about the same on my end with the women. Married, single, whatever has never made a difference to me. But if you want to just walk away and go get some food and see a movie or something that'd really be for the best." He was fuming now and went to speak so I tweaked his wrist a little to let him know it was still my turn. "See I'm going to fuck that woman. And all the energy she's got for protests, and podcasts, and whatever other bullshit you are probably up to tells me that you aren't taking care of her in the sack the way you should. See when you take care of a woman's pussy. Really take care of it she doesn't want to read newspapers and investigate for podcasts, she wants to service more cock. So now I know what you're going to do. You're going to walk in there and tell her to cancel the interview, she'll get mad at you, everything will spiral.
