My First Mission as a CIA Seductress Assassin

I really shouldn’t be telling you this but it’s so hard for me to keep a big secret like this. I was hired as a CIA Seductress Assassin! Yes, that’s a real thing. Obviously, just like any other industry, the CIA needs spies with specialized skills for particular missions. Being a CIA Seductress Assassin requires someone who can: easily seduce the target, has the brains to carry out the mission, and the guts to pull the trigger, so to speak. My first mission was to seduce then poison a fellow CIA spy who had gone rogue. 

The Target

My briefing on the target, Jason Taylor, included a few photos and his code name, Cobra One. Apparently, he eliminates his targets quickly and viciously. Jason was tall, dark, very handsome, and preferential to busty blondes. The first part of my mission, the seduction, would be extremely easy! I wouldn’t have to fake anything with this hunk.

The second part, the execution of my mission, would be trickier. Jason, or Cobra One, had completely gone off course. The CIA had reason to believe he was now providing top-secret information to our enemies. My mission was to eliminate him and that’s just what I set out to do. 

Bullseye

I sat in the back corner of the swanky hotel bar and watched as Cobra One casually sauntered in around midnight as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He sat at the bar and ordered a drink. After a few minutes, I took a seat beside him and ordered a cocktail. 

I knew I would capture his attention in my low cut red dress but I ignored him as I sipped on my cocktail. After all, I wanted him to think he pursued me. 

“Hi, I’m James”, he said. He turned towards me and offered his hand. Our eyes met and I actually blushed. He had an immediate charm and confidence about him that I wasn’t immune to. I shook his hand delicately and introduced myself as Chloe. I couldn’t risk giving him my real name even though he would be dead by morning.

The Seduction

Like I said, this is obviously the easy part. There are very few straight men in the world who would pass up the opportunity to fuck a woman like me. Cobra One was no different. We flirted easily at the bar for a few hours and over a few drinks. Of course, his eyes often found themselves lingering at my voluptuous chest. Inevitably, at last call, he invited me up to his room by whispering in my ear, “I wanna make you cum.”

I pretended to play coy for a bit before giving in. Once the elevator doors closed, he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me into him, kissing me hungrily. My arms wrapped around his neck and I pressed my pussy against his crotch. His hard cock definitely felt up to my standards. Being a CIA Seductress Assassin was turning out to be a lot of fun!

What’s the harm in fucking him before I poison him, I thought to myself. My mission will be accomplished but he’ll get one last goodbye fuck and I’ll satisfy my need to be a cum drinking whore

Executing the Plan

Everything was going as planned. Well, it was, until I called Cobra One by his real name! He gave me a fake name at the bar, James, and I took note of that but in the heat of the moment, I let it slip. I made my first rookie mistake as a CIA Seductress Assassin.  

We couldn’t take our hands off of each other as he unlocked his hotel room. As soon as the door closed, I began unbuckling his belt and he started to unzip my dress. We didn’t even bother to turn the lights on. The city lights streaming in from the open windows provided dim romantic lighting and that worked to my advantage. I noticed a bottle of water on the nightstand and asked if I could have some. “Of course,” he replied, handing me the water and beginning to undress himself.

As I drank, I casually obtained the tiny capsule of odorless poison hidden in my bra. Once consumed, Cobra One would be dead within a couple of hours. I covertly placed the poisonous capsule inside the water bottle. The dimness of the room concealed the white substance slowly diluting in the water. Then I casually offered it to Cobra One but instead of taking the bottle, he began stripping off my dress. I set the bottle back down on the nightstand hoping that he would be thirsty after our fuck session. Otherwise, I would need to set Plan B into motion, but for now, I would allow myself some carnal pleasure. 

My Mistake!

Soon, I was naked and standing before him in just my spiky stiletto heels. His body was lean and rippling with muscles. His cock was huge, throbbing, and begging to be sucked! I dropped to my knees and took in that huge cock deeply. I let myself be completely lost in the moment as I enjoyed his taste. Suddenly, he picked me up and carried me to the bed. He placed me on his hips asking me to ride him. I rode him wildly until I came hard and cried out, “Oh, Jason, yes, yes.”   

That was the moment he knew, the moment I messed up beyond repair. I didn’t even realize I had done it. I got up and made my way to the bathroom, blissfully unaware of my error. Then, I heard rustling behind me and before I knew it Cobra One was on me. He grabbed me by the waist again but this time it wasn’t in passion. And with his other hand, he held a knife to my throat!

To be continued… in next week’s blog. 

 

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Carmen