Gi Joe Cold War

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Lady Jaye and Blowtorch

Blowtorch had told Toxic about Lady Jaye interest in him. Toxic said “I have no objections to people having some fun. Enjoy!” Blowtorch loved Toxic even more for thoughts.

It's a Saturday Morning and Blowtorch had gotten Lady Jaye into a pentagon bathroom. He posted the cleaning sign outside the locked door so they would not be disturbed.

Lady Jaye started kissing and humping him right away. She continued to kiss him, hugs him closer, bites his ear lobe, and smash her soft breasts into his chest.

“Wow…” Blowtorch said “You really want me” He chuckled

Lady Jaye kissed him as her tongue went deep in his mouth, both her hands now on his chest. “MMM that is nice” He said as he kissed her back. Lady Jaye reached down and felt for his cock. Unzipped him and was soon stroking his cock as they kissed.

“How about a blow job” Blowtorch asked.

“Sure” Lady Jaye reply excited. She was happy to blow him. She knelt between his spread legs. He sighed when she took him in her mouth. His big cock stretched her lips. She sucked and licked with her tongue. Wiping pre-cum from his slippery knob and he puts a hand on her shoulder as he pushed his cock deeper in her mouth. Lady Laye slid down the first half of his shaft. Her head was soon bobbing, as she kept her lips tight. To Blowtorch it felt like he was fucking a licking pussy. His cock grew harder, as his shaft strained with the pressure, blood pulsing in the thick veins. Soon Lady Jaye cupped his balls, squeeze a little as she sucked his cock in and out.

“Mmmm, that's it,” Blowtorch moaned, his voice tight. “Suck me deep now.”

Jaye was not the cock sucker that Toxic was. But she tried hard. She had never been able to take a cock as big as Blowtorch’s entirely down her throat. But she almost got his full length in her mouth. She got in a good rhythm. One of her hands on his balls, the other firmly holding the bottom half of his shaft. Her mouth sliding up and down on his cock.

He pushes his cock in her mouth, her head bobbing in and out on his cock. She sucked his dick hungrily, use her hand to jerk the base of his shaft. She sucked harder.
“Oh FUCK” Blowtorch moaned as he goes up on his toes. His cock pulsing between her lips and a jet of cum sprayed into her mouth. 'FUCK!' another jet. 'Fuuuuccckkkkk!' he sprayed some more.

 

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Though I was cuddling with Tiffany, I was thinking about Scarlett as I slept. Hope she was allright. Come morning, Tiffany awoke before I did, took a long, hot shower and got dressed. When I awoke, first thing I did was check the recordings. Wagner was talking to himself, nothing specific, just ramblings while watching TV. As far as we knew, the meeting at the park was still on.

Going out in public, we had to dress conservatively to avoid attention. This wasn't the bait and trap portion. This was strictly watching. Dial Tone/Tiffany would wear a light blue dress with wide brimmed straw hat, venture into the park and find a bench to read a book. At the same time, I had black slacks, a white polo shirt and would be going for a walk nearby. We didn't know where in the park it was going to be, so we didn't bring our recording gear. It was strictly what we could see and hear ourselves. If Wagner appeared at a different part of the park, we would try to casually walk that way and eavesdrop as best we could. Let’s just hope that he was on time.

It was warm and clear at the park, the trees were in bloom and the grass was rich and green as people enjoyed the sun, lounging in the shade, playing sports, or walking on the interlocking sidewalks. Dial Tone found a bench at the center of the park facing the concrete fountain. I saw her while walking, pretending to admire nature while looking for Wagner. Glancing at my watch, he was ten minutes late. A man in a dark suit was waiting on a bench across from Dial Tone, briefcase on his lap with a perturbed look on his grizzled face.

Wagner stumbled in, running up in his suit, apologizing profusely for his tardiness. With a suitcase in hand as well, the two men sat side by side on the bench, opened their briefcases, and began talking. Looking up from her book, Dial Tone tried to read their lips that were shielded behind the opened cases. Drat. Wasn’t going to work. In the gap between the cases, she saw hands going back and forth like an exchange.

It was. From my vantage point behind and to their right, I caught a glimpse of money going over to Wagner while he handed a small box. Satisfied, the man closed his briefcase, stood up, straightened his tie, and walked away. A moment later, Wagner rose and went in the opposite direction.

Going back to the hotel, our spy gear recorded a phone conversation between Wagner and another man with a strange voice. “I have the $10,000 as requested. I can deliver it to you tomorrow” said Wagner.

“It better all be there, mate. We don’t like getting shafted” the voice replied.
Hanging up, the bugs also recording him counting the money. It was more than $10,000. It was $15,000! That got us to thinking. It was pure speculation, but I thought, "Wagner is selling COBRA product on the side and inflating the value of the product, giving the necessary money to his contact here and pocketing the rest for himself" I replied.

"I would imagine his boss would not be pleased, selling COBRA products on a black market" Dial Tone wrote down in the logs. "Now that he’s got the cash, I suspect tonight he'll go back to the club. He'll be hoping for the woman in the black dress, but he'll come running for the woman in red." She knew precisely what to get Wagner's eye and a glimmering, long flowing, sparkling red dress with blue elbow-length gloves and long crimson hair would get him coming in more ways than one.

As we got dressed, we rehearsed our shtick. I was Keith and she was Tiffany, we were in a open relationship and I liked to watch her with other men. Simple enough. In her small bag of tricks was a needle full of ‘truth serum’. We would lure Wagner to the back, get him riled up and inject him with the stuff before interrogating where this money was going to. When he woke up, he would think it was just a hangover and go back to his apartment none-the-wiser.

As she slid into her red dress, pulling up the top to cover her mammories followed by her red wig, I asked Dial Tone if Wagner would remember her face as she was not wearing anything to conceal it. "Trust me," she smiled, "When I'm wearing this-they're not looking at my face." Who would? Her massive rack jiggled with each step along with her large, round ass. The red dress went all the way down below her knees, one inch heels, her walk thrusted her chest outwards. Just before we left the hotel, Tiffany turned and pressed herself against me, “My love,” she whispered. “I have just one favor to ask of you.”

“What’s that, my flower?” I replied in a whisper, getting into character with my hands on her ass.

“When you cum for me, cum inside me. I really like this dress and I don’t want to ruin it” Dial Tone-now Tiffany-replied.

“Of course, my flower” I replied, kissing her sweet lips and squeezing her ass.

We went to the club early. Getting in was no problem. Tiffany flirted with the bouncer and he let us right in. Sitting at the bar, facing the front door, we waited for Wagner to show up. It was fun waiting for him. While sitting on a plush leather couch, Tiffany sat my lap. I had one hand gracing the thigh under her dress while she suckled on my earlobe. Not wanting to get drunk, we spread the contents of a single martini for over an hour before Wagner finally decided to show himself.

Flush with cash, the German walked in smartly and went right to the bar and demanded a glass of whiskey. Turning to me and giving a nod, Tiffany rose, taking the empty martini glass. As she walked to the bar, she swayed her hips from side to side. Deliberately she went up right beside Wagner whom eyed her instantly, he saw her tits before he saw her face. From my perch I couldn't tell what they were saying as the music was much more intense than I liked as it made them ring. Whatever she said, it worked as she led him back to me, holding a refilled martini in one hand and Wagner's hand in the other.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Scarlett and Blitzfire

It turns out, Scarlett and Blitzfire big break came from the fortune cookie. The ingredients for the cookie were pretty simple except for the almond extract. That was difficult to find in the Washington DC area. Combine that with a typewriter to write up the notes, and a mixer, to beat the eggs with, all bought by a man and things started to fall into place.

From the various shop owners, they had pieced together a rough description. A man with chestnut, short hair with a bony, sad face. Gray eyes, with a look of hatred in them.

Muscled frame and fit body, the sales lady at the appliance store described him as an ex-soldier. That had gotten Scarlett and Blitzfire thinking. The difficulty of the shot, to kill Adm Twain… spoke to an expert marksman. Specialized training. Something, they learned when joining the GI joes. Scarlett and Blitzfire reviewed personnel files from failed GI Joe members.

“I think it might be Blackout” Scarlett said handing the personnel file to Blitzfire. The description matched and the man had been unstable.

Blitzfire nodded in agreement.

“So we are looking for Blackout and based upon his shopping habits and locations, he is based out of the North Springfield area.” He concluded.

“Time to hire more help… and set up lookouts in the area.” Scarlett suggested.

"Lots of guess work in this analysis... but I feel we are close!" Blitzfire said with a smile.

 

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Lady Jaye and Blowtorch

Giggling after taking the last shot, Lady Jaye looked up with a tilt of her head then slowly yawned her mouth, showing up to the lips full of dense white cum. Sloshing it about with her tongue before closing and swallowing hard. It wasn't as easy as before, there was so much of it. It went down though, she could feel it hit her stomach. With a flash in her eyes she opened her empty mouth with a gasp and a wide smile, "All gone" she said.

"Jesus" Blowtorch sighed, gripping the stall door with one hand. "Where did you learn to do that?"

A hand still wrapped around his shaft, squeezing and coaxing out the last few drops, Lady Jaye suckled the last bit out then affectionately kissed the tip. "Practice," she remarked. "Lots and lots of practice. You don't get to be a professional cock-sucking champion by just using your hands!"

"There's a cock-sucking championship?" the man chuckled, thinking it was in jest.

"Oh, yeah" nodded Lady Jaye. "Three time world champion!" flexing her biceps then chuckled.

'Not near as close to Toxic' Blowtorch thought, but he didn't express his opinion because it would jeopardize getting some more action. "Do you like anal?" Blowtorch asked.

"I love anal" she replied, tenderly dressing him back up. "Mmm I would love to have this big piece of meat inside my ass. Bend me over a table and just ram it into tight, little, ass" biting her lower lip wanting to fulfill their fantasy immediately. "But not here." She got him dressed up, rose to her feet, "Some place private" leaning to him by rising up onto her toes, "You're going to need it, because I'm a screamer."

Tiffany and I

"My Love" Tiffany said as she walked up, "This is Wagner. I just met him at the bar," letting go of his hand before me, Wagner stood there with a look of surprise as Tiffany sat on my lap once again. What was schlub. We kept up the facade that we were interested.

"What do you do, Mr. Wagner?" I asked while my left hand stroked Tiffany's bare thigh.

His eyes were locked on to her large chest, he was salivating. "I'm a business man" he nervously replied.

"Business?" I asked, "What sort of business?"

"Trade. Usually overseas" he shrugged, trying to be vague.

"Overseas?" I perked up. "I hope it doesn't involve those commies," faking a laugh.

"Oh, no, no, no," Wagner chuckled. "Nothing like that."

At that moment, Tiffany leaned in and whispered something into my ear, giving a cheeky grin. "Come with us" I said, both of us standing together. The three of us headed towards the back of the club, a place reserved for VIPs. The walls were insulated to block out sound and the only door to the room had a lock. Perfect. We weren't going to be disturbed here. As we entered the room, Wagner began to hesitate, sensing danger with just the three of us that Tiffany grasped his wrist and dragged him in, then shutting and locking the door. He wasn't going anywhere. To keep him at ease, Tiffany rubbed his back while coaxing him towards one of the leather couches. He sat down then Tiffany sat beside him on his left, her right hand stroking his left thigh. This was getting him riled up. Perfect.

Without another word, Tiffany rolled onto and straddled the guy, thrusting her chest into his face. He gasped and flailed but it was no use to resist. Tiffany began to grind her plump ass onto his lap and his pathetic crotch. She had enough time to make three good grinds before Wagner began contorting, eyes bugging. Pulling back, Tiffany looked at him concern then he made a long sigh, eyes rolling back.

"You fucker" growled Tiffany.

"What is it, my love?" I asked, watching.

"He came" she sneered. "And he got it on my dress!" That was it. She drew the needle from her dress and plunged the tip into the back of his neck.

The man gasped when the needle tip pierced the flesh, "AH!" then sighed feeling the cold sensation of the serum being injected. Pulling the needle out, Tiffany quickly capped it and tucked it away on her dress. Getting up, she looked over her red dress to find any stains. Hard to see in this dim light. It would take about five minutes for the serum to be in full effect. Until that time he was passed out on the sofa.

When we felt it was enough time, Tiffany slapped his face to wake him up. "Rise and shine, asshole!" still steaming from her ruined dress. "Who do you work for?"

"Uh..nnnnn..mmmmm" Wagner's eyes opened and rolled back. He tried to lift his arms but they were limp as his dick and flopped about.

Slapping him again once more, "Who do you work for?" she asked.

"Cobra...." Wagner groaned. "Cobra....Cobra...."

"Doing what?" I asked, now getting in on this.

"I get money and pay people...here in the States..." Wagner said. A middle man. Of course.

"Who are you giving the money to?" I asked.

"Barnacle....Barnacle...." Wagner whispered.

"Who is Barnacle?" Tiffany asked.

"Mercenary...works for COBRA....kill officers....kill officers...."

I couldn't write it all down less we be captured and my notes along with it. "Who else is in on this?"

"Black-Blackout...."

"Don't blackout on us yet, you fat tub of lard!" Tiffany slapped his face hard.

"Blackout....Blackout..." he persisted.

"Could be a codename" I said, remembering it. "Who else is in on this? Names, locations, what are their next targets?"

"Give money to Barnacle...." Wagner's head flopped about.

"Where's the money?" Tiffany slapped him again.

"My apartment" Wagner replied, seemingly oblivious to the pain being subjected to him. "Under the mattress. Barnacle come tonight to collect."

"What time?" I growled.

"Mid-midnight...."

Looking at my watch, that gave us two hours, plenty of time to get back to the apartment and set up for a recording. After the meeting, we can follow this guy and find out where this operation is taking place in. That was the last we got out of Wagner. He was out cold. Now we could leave but not before Tiffany slapped his face once again, for good measure, for cumming too soon.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Tiffany and Kidd

The apartment building where Wagner lived was easy to find. Tucked along the Potomac river's edge, the red-brick monstrosity loomed between the smaller townhomes. Kidd steered his car down the old cobblestone lane and parked inconspicuously in the side street that ran toward the building's front.

Slumping in their seats, Kidd and Tiffany used their binoculars to search the various apartment with no curtains drawn. The glass and metal doors were the only entrance into the apartment building. If someone came in or out, they'd see them. It was just a waiting game, now.

2 hours later

“Hey, check out 4th floor, third window from right.” Tiffany suggested

Kidd could see a young dark-haired beauty wearing an emerald green bikini underwear coming out to her balcony. She set down what appeared to be a glass of iced-tea, and then spread out a big fluffy looking towel down on the lounge chair.

From Kidd’s quick look of her, she was very beautiful. Large, but not overly large breasts, long... well-rounded legs and thighs, and a nice tight ass that he could now even more clearly see, especially when she nonchalantly reached down and behind herself, actually pulling the bottoms up even tighter into the crack of her ass.

Obviously, she had a great ass! Kidd found himself thinking about nibbling on that sweet ass of hers. And that's of course when he realized he was sporting a huge erection.

“Fuck she is hot” Tiffany said, also looking at the girl. “Why is she on her balcony, at this time of night?” She asked.

That was when Kidd realized something was up. He quickly glanced at the front door as saw someone, a man, getting on the apartment building's elevator. Someone had gotten into the building while Tiffany and Kidd were distracted!

 

[guyloveshotstories]

It was awkward to run with a boner. I didn't see the figure just yet. By the time we reached the elevator the doors had closed and the car rose. "Shit!" I said. We couldn't summon it back. It would give us away. We had to take the stairs. Clambering up the steps, weapons drawn, we were panting for breath.

The figure reached Wagner's apartment door and gently knocked. Out of it still, Wagner stumbled to the door, pressed her eye to the peephole and saw the dark, faceless, figure. Muttering something, slurring his words, Wagner unlocked the door and it immediately slapped him in the face. The impact knocked Wagner back. He was bleeding from his broken nose, he just couldn't feel it from the drugs.

"Wh...uuuu...wa...." Wagner was trying to say.

"You disappoint me, Wagner" the faceless figure said. "We pay you good money and you spend it on harlots! You are the very reason why Cobra wants to rid this world of its decadents." Walking in and shutting the door behind, the dark figure ensured that it was locked before turning back around and walking slowly back towards Wagner. "For your sake, you best have not spent our money on those damn whores! Now, where is it!"

"Zz.zzz.zz" Wagner stammered. Shaking his head in disgust, the figure began his search of the filthy place.

Dial Tone and I reached the floor and stepped out of the stairwell. Giving a quick look about, we were alone and drew our suppressed pistols. She knew the place and took lead, I followed close behind. Our backs pressed against the wall, we carefully stepped to avoid giving ourselves away.

Reaching out with her right hand, Dial Tone grasped the doorknob and silently turned it. Locked. Figures. Looking to me, she nodded, I had to kick it in. I like this part.