When You Dance With An Agent

SUMMARY: Having
forsaken the Matrix years ago, you are now a human informant for the
machines. Looking for information, Agent
Smith pays you a visit and more. M/F
pairing

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I do
not own any of the following characters in the least bit way.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> All “Matrix” related names and scenarios
remain the property of Warner Brothers and the Wachoski
brothers, et al. And as far as I can
tell, you still belong pretty much to yourself.
I make absolutely nothing from this story, except peace of mind that
it’s written and the reviews of readers like you.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> So yeah, I don’t make anything that will pay
the bills. <grin>style='mso-spacerun:yes'> an>San>So sit back, relax, and enjoy.

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CHAPTER 2

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You are placed down softly on the powder blue comforter on
your neatly made bed. But Smith still
holds on to you, and you to him.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Hard kisses claim your mouth and you make way
for his probing tongue. Your fingers
wander through his close cut hair. His
hands roam up and down your sides, seemingly eager to begin their
exploration. Afn>After a moment they begin
to make their way to the buttons that mark the way down the middle of your
blouse. Fingers enter the space between
the middlemost buttons and with a sudden movement, he
tears the two folds of fabric apart.
Buttons fly off in every direction as he exposes your chest.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The force momentarily reminds you that this
is an Agent – and a dangerous one at that.

“You’re right, you are
dangerous,” you had said after the first time you had laid with him.

“When you dance with
an Agent, you must expect danger,” he had replied as he had returned his
sunglasses to his face. The he had
turned and left.

The memory is broken as his lips leave yours to feast upon
your neck. Your hands fly up around his
neck. His hands reach behind you and
easily undo the hook to your bra. You
shrug out of the offending garments and work at getting his jacket off.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He moves from you at the unspoken request and
sheds the suit jacket and clean pressed white shirt.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You notice for the first time that he has
already taken his earpiece out. He’s
probably had that out since before you came home, you think.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Off comes the dark blue tie that so well
compliments his eyes.

You shift on the bed to watch him more easily, propping
yourself up on one side and elbow. His
torso is well muscled, sleek and hard as polished steel.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He advances towards you.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> As his body presses into yours, you feel his
hard erection straining against the front of his pants.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You begin to undo first his belt, then his
buttons and fly in the effort to free it.
He too is working on your own remaining clothing.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> In a matter of moments, you are both unclad
and lay drinking in the sight of one another.
You slip from the bed and he sits upon the edge.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Kneeling, you eye his massive organ appreciatively
and grasp it in your hand. He knows what
is coming and lets you worship him.

Slowly you guide his hard cock into your waiting mouth.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> A gasp of pleasure escapes his lips as you
take his full length into your mouth and set your pace, pulling him in and out
while your tongue swirls around the head of his penis.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You glance upwards briefly and see that his
eyes are closed as he drinks in the pleasure that you are giving him.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You quicken your pace and he groans in
appreciation. In a moment he comes,
shooting his hot seed in a violent torrent down your throat.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> When he is finished, he slips himself from
your mouth and pulls you onto the bed.

You land with a soft thud on the comforter and his iron grip
holds you down. Thn>There is an unmistakable
gleam in his eye and in a moment, he ties your hands to the headboard with his
tie. Feather soft kisses are placed in a
trailing line down your body starting at your neck and slowly making their way
to the tangle of dark curls between your legs.
Smith pushes your legs apart as wide as you can manage and then slowly
worships both of your inner thighs with similar es.

“You will pay for such sweet torture, Ms. Turner,” he says
in a dangerous whisper.

“Smith,” you beg and his head drops to between your legs.

In an instant, you feel a long hard tongue enter you,
lapping at you, teasing you. A large
thumb begins to assault your clitoris.
You begin to writhe under his ministrations, which he is keeping
torturously slow. Futilely, you attempt
to free your hands, but the knots hold strong.
Smith stops and looks up at you, a mischievous smile playing about his
lips.

“Something the matter, Ms. Turner?” he asks.

“Please,” you pant.

“Please what?”

“Please let me come,” you beg.

He smiles dangerously and returns to his work.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> His tongue moves with inhuman swiftness,
working you into a greater frenzy as you feel yourself coming to the edge.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> A sudden orgasm rips through you, and you
cannot hold back the moans that erupt in your throat.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> But Smith gives you no recovery time and you
are soon invaded by a probing finger.
Smith massages your slick inner walls with the digit, probing all the
time so as to hit your G-spot. You moan
incoherently as he finds it. Soon a
second finger enters to aid the first and you are worked back up to the brink
of orgasm. With his other hand, he
massages first your neglected nipples, hard and pink, and then your
clitoris. Shuddering, you come hard as
the waves of ecstasy crash mercilessly over you.

Smith’s assault is not quite finished and he flips you over
onto your stomach after a moment. He
leans into you to kiss the back of your neck and his penis brushes against your
ass. He is already hard again.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He moves away again and you feel the bed move
as his weight is removed from it. A
drawer in your night table opens and then shuts again after a moment as he goes
for lubricant. After a moment he returns
to the bed and with his cock in one hand, he pushes into your anus.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He feels unbearably huge – you have never
taken him in this way yet. You bite back
a cry as he slams into you. He gives you
a brief moment to get used to the feel of him theeforefore he begins pumping
into you. Slowly he moves at first,
withdrawing until he is almost fully free of you and then pushing back in until
he is completely buried within you.
Again you strain against your confines, but still they hold firm.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Smith laughs a little as he sees you
struggle.

“Something wrong?” he asks.

“Oh God,” you gasp as he pushes all the way in once more,
harder and deeper then before.

“No, not God, Ms. Turner,” he laughs and picks up the pace.

He begins to slam into you with greater force and speed and
you are torn between a feeling of pain and pleasure.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Strangely, you feel incredibly turned on and
you feel the r far familiar heat spreading between your thighs.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Smith buries his head into your neck, kissing
you. Beneath him, his finger class=GramE>inches back towards your vagina and savagely enters it, for
his lust is great. You gasp as he begins
to pump you with his finger and his penis in perfect time.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Both of you explode into orgasm at the same moment,
Smith’s free hand grabbing your ass firmly and you contracting hard around his
finger.

Now Smith unties you and you curl up together on the
bed. You drift off into sleep, not
wholly satisfied yet. Smith, you know,
will not sleep, for Agents have no such need of such a thing.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> But still his arms encircle you, holding you
protectively against him.

You awaken a few hours later.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Still Smith is there and still he holds
you. His eyes are closed.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He is probably planning what he will say and
do when he gets in touch with that Anderson
guy. He does not know that you are
awake. A look of mischief passes over
your face and with your free hand, you reach down until your grip comes to his
unattended cock. You are mildly disappointed
when his eyes remain closed. You are
also disappointed to find him limp in your grasp.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You begin to stroke and squeeze his plug
until you can fee him becoming hard.
an>San>Still his eyes remain closed. He
is definitely what you like to call “off line.”
He is too far engrossed in whatever is occupying his thought.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He is unaware of your ministrations.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

You continue to work him until he becomes a steel rod, firwithwith your hands then with your tongue and mouth.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> When he is ready, you position yourself over
him to neatly sit upon his cock. In an
instant you feel his solid length slip between your legs and into your moist
hs. hs. His eyes fly open as you grind
into him. An amused look comes into his
face and eyes. He says nothing though
and you begin to slide up and down his shaft.
You continue this way for several long minutes before Smith once again
takes control. You are flipped onto your
back and he guides your legs to come up around his shoulders.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

In this way he can delve deeper into you and you gladly
allow him to do so. He is so thick and
long, more so that any human being that you have been with, either in the
Matrix or outside of it. He fills you in
everyway, as if he were constructed just for your own pleasure. You gasp
suddenly as his own need takes him. He
begins thrusting into you with such hunger, so deep and hard that it
hurts. Never before has he pleasured you
so greatly. You are brought to orgasm
all too soon and you come time after time until at last Smith does too, leaving
you both panting and spent of energy.
You drop your head into his chest.

“Stay here with me,” you ask.

A kiss on the top of your head is followed is his
answer. His arms tighten around you.

Again sleep takes hold of you and you are silently thankful
that the following day is your day off so you can continue to dance with your
Agent.

**END**