The Arrival

"Stay back", I ordered my men.

I was the leader of an elite team of secret agents entrusted with defending my country from foreign threats. I had received a tip off that foreign agents would arrive by boat, so we were waiting in the bushes by the shore in the middle of the night. We didn't have to wait for long. A small boat halted a few meters from the beach, and three figures in dark skin suits waded to the shore. Even in the dim moonlight I could make out that they were all women.

I knew from experience that the best time to approach them was when they were getting changed, when they didn't have their hands free to use a gun. As soon as I saw them begin to unzip their suits I stepped forward, followed by my men. I pointed my gun at the chest of the closest woman. None of them made any attempt to draw their weapons. They were outnumbered five to three. They didn't stand a chance and they knew it.

The woman in front of me put her hands on the back of her head. This had the effect of lifting her breasts, so I automatically looked down at them. Her top was only partially open, which meant that her nipples were still concealed, but I could look deep into her cleavage. I must have stared for a few seconds.

Finally she asked me, almost coquettishly, "What do you intend to do with me?"

I snapped out of my daydreams and remembered the official protocol for handling enemy agents who made no attempt to resist. I had a few options to choose from.

"We could easily have picked you off as you arrived", I began. "That wouldn't have been fair. We're not animals. You can either leave the country the way you came or remain here, but if you stay here we'll come for you tomorrow and we won't show mercy".

The woman looked directly into my eyes, as if trying to weigh me up. I finally had time to look at her face. She had short cut brown hair and lips that were caught in a perpetual pout.

"Thank you for your generosity", she replied. "We'll stay, but be warned. We're not easy targets. You're the ones who will be left dead on the ground".

Was she really threatening me while I was pointing a gun directly at her chest? Her self-confidence made me feel uneasy, but I lowered my gun and put it back in its holster. My men were observing me, their faces showing puzzlement at the light way I was handling the women, but they too lowered their guns.

The woman removed her hands from her head, but instead of lowering her arms she wrapped them around my neck and pulled me forward for a kiss. She pressed her body against me, her clothes still wet from the sea. Her tongue forced its way between my lips, thrusting in and out as I stood passively, not sure of what to do. Her hands caressed my back while she pressed her crotch against mine.

After what seemed like an eternity she leaned back and looked into my eyes. Her hands were cupping my face, gently, lovingly. All I could feel was the pressure of my penis hard against her belly. I wanted her. I smiled at her. She smiled back. Then she slowly dragged her nails down over my cheeks.

I gasped with pain. What was she doing? Was it a sign of her passion? If this was her idea of foreplay I had to accept it. But it hurt, it hurt so much. Her hands slowly ran down my arms, over my fingertips, to my hips. I put my right hand to my cheek and realised I was bleeding. I needed to check myself in a mirror to see how bad the scars were.

Her left hand gripped my crotch, her fingers squeezing my hard penis that was outlined by my jeans. I gasped again, this time with lust.

The woman spoke loudly, as much for the others as for me. "I've marked you. You're mine. Nobody else is allowed to kill you. You're mine".

I stared into her eyes in disbelief. What was happening? Her hand continued to squeeze my penis, tensing and relaxing rhythmically.

Then I felt something hard poking into my ribs. I looked down and saw she was holding a gun. My gun. When I looked back up she was smiling at me. I raised my hands up above my head in surrender.

She grinned and lowered the gun. "You spared us, so we'll spare you. Fair is fair. I just want you to know I can kill you any time I want to".

She handed me back my gun and I slipped it into my holster. Never for a moment did she remove her hand from my penis. It was throbbing so much that I thought I might cum.

"What's your name?" she asked.

I replied, "Mike".

"I have a notebook. I write about all the men I kill".

She squeezed my penis harder.

My heart was pounding. My voice dropped to little more than a whisper, and I asked her, "Will you... will you write a chapter about me?"

The woman laughed lightly. "You won't get a whole chapter. You won't live that long".

She stepped back, finally releasing my throbbing penis.

"It's time to go now, girls", she said.

She zipped up her skin suit again and picked up the bag that presumably contained her fresh clothes and other items.

"Wait", I called. "What's your name?"

She swung the bag over her shoulder. "Ask me again next time you see me. If you dare".

The three women walked away, their hips swinging seductively, emphasised by the tight skin suits. Neither I nor the other men dared follow them.

"Bye, Mike", the woman called without looking back.