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Thread: Sex Ed (P a n d i s i m o/butterfly0408)

Sorry it's been a few days. I hit some writers block. Beneath the blouse and skirt he had slipped from her body, the teacher wore the sexiest bra and pair of panties Chloe had even seen. Hell! Even sexier then something she'd usually see in a Victoria Secret catalog! Lacey, lusty red in color, and just BARELY hiding the best of her attributes. Her hands made swift work of his pants as they pushed them down, letting them slip to a puddle around his ankles. Her fingers then ran along the waistband of his underwear, toying with them, leaving everyone guessing as to when she'd stop toying and move onward. They were not that far off from all out wild sex. Still, there as a hint of control to everything the pair was doing. That was the point they were trying to demonstrate. Sex could be wild, crazy, yet seem like a perfect dance of passion every time. Hearing him say he was going to keep her garters and stockings on had her smiling back at him, I wouldn't want it any other way my little teacher's pet... she spread her legs even wider for him. Just then someone from the front row gasped. It grew a few people's attention, including Chloe's. The girl was looking between the teacher's legs, blushing wildly. She clearly saw something the other could not from their angle. But as the teacher smirked, she moved a little on the desk so other could see as well that she wore crotchless panties. Yes, her lingerie was DEFINITELY much kinkier then anything from a Victoria Secret...
Thread: Sex Ed (P a n d i s i m o/butterfly0408)

Kino was glad she had approved of his decision to leave most of the clothes on. But even at that, he wanted to watch her breasts bounce as he fucked his teacher. Always a fun sight to see how rhythmic you could get them to move. His hands unclasped the bra quickly and slipped it down her shoulders, his cock hardening beneath the boxers now as she teased him, pressing against her now barely clad pussy. He smiled when he heard the gasps, knowing that most of the girls there hadn't expected that. Slowly, he bent and began kissing at her neck, she was the mistress, so she would decide when they would start, so he kept his boxers on for now. His hands sliding up to cup one of breasts, kneading as he began to bite her neck a little. Kendall shifted in his seat, his cheeks were almost dark red now. He looked over at Chloe a few times. Wondering if she'd look over and see that he was aroused. He was trying to use his mind just to tell her not to look. He wondered what was on her mind, and if he would even have a chance with a girl like her.
Thread: Sex Ed (P a n d i s i m o/butterfly0408)

I am sorry it took me so long. I hit a rough spot. I hope I got over that now though As the straps slipped off her shoulders, she moved in perfect sync to assist in the removal of the item of clothing. It was, after all, what they both wanted. Her two basically perfect mounds bounced free of their restraint and she emphasized the fact by giving her chest a little shimmy, sending them bouncing and swaying even more. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her lips to moan into his ear before whispering softly yet firmly, Take them off... of course she meant the boxers. They were drawing ever closer to main event that not only they, but the entire room wanted as well. Chole had to admit, she sure as hell wanted to see it happen! Not for the same reasons though as most the others in the room. While the common person wanted to see sex, knowing it was going to be hot and heavy, Chloe want it just so the suspense would be over! It was killing her that in her head she was seeing it as if it were she and the fella sitting next to her whom she could not look in the eye at this moment, as badly as she wanted to. She didn't think she'd be able to until the show before them was over.
Thread: Black Market Death (xMILENKOx & Sinfulwolf)

Upon hearing Nigel's command, 37 year old Lynn Thorvald opened her eyes. She had not been sleeping like Chris, just resting while she still had the chance. Canadian born with combat experience while serving with the Princess Patricia's Canadian Light Infantry, and the Canadian Special Operations Regiment, Lynn had been a good grab for the agency. The increased paycheck had been a good financial move for Lynn. Looking out the back of the truck at the shrinking signpost she pulled her duffel bag of equipment closer with her combat boot clad foot. She shrugged her shoulders, stretching the muscles, and zipped up the black leather jacket she wore over a dull green t-shirt. She was used to the cold, but still didn't like it that much. Reaching into a pocket of her dark gray cargo pants she pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, quickly lighting it while Chris showed his knack for knowing how to talk to people. Shaking her head and rolling her eyes she took a drag of the smoke, feeling it swirl in her lungs, and watching it flow from her nostrils into the chill crisp air. As the truck pulled into the barn, Lynn brushed an errant bang behind her ear. Her hair fell around her shoulder blades and was tied back in a tight pony tail save a few of those stubborn bangs. She had naturally black hair, but had dyed it with streaks of dark crimson. Climbing out of the truck behind the team leader she dropped the nearly finished cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath the toe of her boot as she heard another man jump out of the truck beside her. Well don't he look rich, said Daniel O'Connor, his Irish accent thick as he pulled his duffel off the truck and held it beside him. He better fucking be, Lynn replied pulling her own bag off and slinging it over her shoulder and moving towards the little gathering. Dan grinned, his shag of light brown hair waving slightly in the wind. An old olive drab jacket covered his torso, and he wore brown work boots and jeans. He was definitely a little out of place amongst the professional ex-soldiers, but his electronic expertise was highly valued, and when the shit hit the fan, as it would, he did his job well. Almost surprisingly. Lynn ignored his smile and stood beside Nigel without saying a word, and ignoring the disapproving look she, and the entire team, had gotten from Mr. Romanov.
Thread: Black Market Death (xMILENKOx & Sinfulwolf)

! Demetri responded to Lynn and Dans little convosation. Relaying on the idea that the team was probably not well versed in his native tongue. Though it wasnt long untill Ratko stepped forward and snapped back at Demetri. ! Replied Ratko defiantly as he stood by Nigel like a wild dog. Demetri's glared at Ratko whilst his little band of rebels grew tense. Enough!.. Nigel yelled, trying to calm the situation. Ratko snarled as he stepped back whilst Demetri grinned as if he had won a little victory over the Russian. Chris watched on in amusement as he stood leaning against the back of the truck with his arms folded. Now to the matter at hand!... Nigel added whilst keeping calm. Demetri nodded before signalling his ment to leave, soon the rebels dispersed and began to go about their duties. Well firstly welcome to Novaska, the village in which my father was born and the revolution that will take back his country will begin!.. All those willing to stand against the new goverment have gathered here... and it will be you, who give this revolution the boost it needs to rise from the ashes and crush the dogs whom have run my father country into the dirt! Demetri explianed pastionatly. So when do we get paid?.. Chris asked without a care. The initial response he got was glares from Demetri and Nigel. The contents of my father's swiss bank account has been deposited into your employer's account.. Demetri replied before being interupted by Nigel. We get paid once the jobs done... Nigel added sharply before takeing his glance of the rookie. There is a house across the road where you can set yourselfs up.. Demetri was soon to explain, with this Nigel was quick to take command. Turning to face his troops. Ok people, gather your stuff and get yourselfs set up across the road... Nigel ordered simply before turning back to Demetri. Ratko wasted no time in doing as he was told by grabbing the two sacks containing his equipment before stomping out of the barn towards the house. Chris sighed and shrugged his shoulders before grabbing two duffel bags then following Ratko. Meanwhile Demetri and Nigel walked together to the other side of the bar casually chatting.i
Thread: Black Market Death (xMILENKOx & Sinfulwolf)

Dan smiled as Ratko snapped back at the client. He actually had to hold back a laugh, especially when Chris opened his mouth. Oh how the American got to him. Lynn simply cocked an eyebrow, wondering how very ignorant the man paying her and the others were. After the conversation between Nigel and Demetri, and the orders to get their belongings, Dan and Lynn shared a look. The two had a history together an operation in Africa that had gone bad quickly. So... doesn't he know its rude to insult the folks he's purchasing in a language they don't understand right to their faces? Dan asked. Seems to think there's a huge difference between us and the soldiers he's paying, Lynn said as she moved in alongside Ratko, leaving Dan to fall back and small chat with Chris. Ratko. What'd he say to us? Lynn asked the large man.
Thread: Black Market Death (xMILENKOx & Sinfulwolf)

He called us vultures... Mercenarys are not very welcome in this part of the world... hell it was probably men from the agency that killed Demetri's father and aided the millitary coup which followed.. Ratko explained casually to Lynn. His pissed of tone and attitude soon fadeing as he was joined by Lynn, she seemed to have a calming affect on Ratko who temper was as dangerous as the explosive contents of his sacks. As they reached the house Ratko set his sacks on the ground carefully by the door before opening the door for Lynn. Ladys first... He said in a gentlemenly way as he let her enter, once she was inside he was quick to follow reluctant to hold the door for Dan and Chris. As Ratko entered the house the door slammed behind him as he carried his equipment into the first available room. This will do... Ratko muttered tohimself as he set the sacks down by a table before he began to unpack his equipment onto the table. Semtex C4, Granades of all kinds, detonators and other explosive meterial began to pile on the table which was soon joined by a AK-47 Spetsnaz a personal favourite of Ratko's. Chris strolled towards the house pretty care free alongside Dan as he watched Lynn and Ratko walk on ahead. As the door was slammed behind Ratko, Chris grinned. Fucking Russkie... Chris muttered to himself as he made his way to the door, dropping his bags breifly before opening the door. He dragged his bags into the house whilst holding the door for Dan. Home sweet home!.. Chris joked as he wondered into the house dumping his bags onto a old couch. He looked around the house whilst grinning stupidly. Hey wheres the Jacuzzi?.. He joked again acting as if this was a luxury hotel and not an abandonned farm house. Meanwhile back in the barn Demetri led Nigel down into a secret basement beneath the barn which he was currently useing as a hideout. The entrance was hidden by a few crates which were prmptly moved aside by Demetri's men. As they decended into the depths of the basement neither Nigel or Demetri spoke. Soon Demetri led Nigel into his makeshift office. Please take a seat.. Demetri spoke respectfully for a change as he offered a old wooden chair to Nigel which sat on the other side of Demetri's desk which had once been a small dining table. Nigel took his seat as Demetri took his. A bottle of vodka and two glasses sat on the desk along with numerous maps and documents. Demetri filled the two glasses with Vodka and slid one over to Nigel. No thanks, I dont drink while Iam working.. Nigel responed and pushed the glass towards Demetri whom was quick to down his own drink before drinking Nigel's.
Thread: Black Market Death (xMILENKOx & Sinfulwolf)

I do get that feeling, Lynn said in reply to the Russian's explanation. She walked quietly for a moment, and even offered a rare smile as the door was held open for her. She paid no heed as it slammed shut behind Ratko. Her eyes took a quick glance around the house before she followed her Russian friend into the room and started unloading her own kit. A combat knife, fragmentation grenades, nine bangers, frag vest, warlord tactical vest, her medical equipment, and the largest little bit was her C8A2 carbine. She smiled as she ran her fingertips over the oiled metal and dull green hand guards. the EOtech sight mounted on top would need to be checked up on ASAP however. As Ratko started to unload his own kit, Lynn nodded in approval. The man always knew how to pack to make a dull party a bang. Dan wandered in with Chris, and tossed his bag across the floor, causing a loud bang as his radio equipment hit the wall. With a shrug he turned to Chris. Yeah, no Jacuzzi, I demand more money. Considering the amount we're getting paid the guys should be able to afford something better, he complained. Supposed to get paid Danny boy. Remember Egypt? Lynn's voice said from the other room, reminding Dan of the mission last here that him and Lynn had been on that had gone... sour. !-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href ... b.C8A2.jpga!-- m --
Thread: Black Market Death (xMILENKOx & Sinfulwolf)

Well as long as we are killing soldiers and gangster Iam sure Demetri and his people will try to like us... Ratko replied with a grin as he finished unpacking his gear. He took a moment to just stare at his equipment which he was so proud of. His skills with all things that go bang bordered on passion. He couldnt go a week without blowing something up. Then last but not least he pulled out a no smokeing sign and stuck it to the door to his room. After all they had to be carefull when they had enough explosives to wipe out the entire village. Once he was finished Ratko stepped out from his room just in time to hear Dan's radio go 'clunk'. The russian shook his head before pulling a hip flask from his inside jacket pocket then takeing a quick swig of the fresh Russian vodka he had bought back in Moscow. This will be a long mission.. Ratko muttered to himself with a sigh as he watched Dan and Chris. Chris however thought nothing of the radio as he casually crashed down onto the couch beside his gear and pulled out another ciggerette which he was quick to light and begin smokeing happily. His eyes soon fell onto Ratko's sign which caused him to grin. Good job Iam not in your room Ratty, wouldnt wanna go hiroshima on our asses!.. He joked again and was greeted with Ratko's usual serious face. Not only was he not happy to be called Ratty but also he was happy to have to spend so much time with Chris. ! Ratko muttered in his native tongue before turning his back on Chris and entering his room once again where he began tp set up a makeshift bed. Meanwhile back in Demetri's office Nigel and Demetri were still chatting. By now Demetri had explained the situation on Solkovia and whom they were up against. As well as Gurlukavich's army you will also have to face The Sons of Solkovia. A criminal orginisatiom much like the Russian Mafiya, The Sons of Solkovia were formed after the collapse of the Soviet Union. At first they were nothing more than a few ex soldier's who wanted to rule Solkovia but eventually they tirned into a paramillitary orginisation and eventually with the help of a senior member who at the time was a General in my fathers army, the man whom now the people are forced to call their president Sergei Gurlukavich they turned into a major criminal orginisation whom now operate also as Gurlukavich's secret police.. Demetri explained, as he spoke of the sons of Solkovia it was obvious he hated them deeply, after all it was them whom carried out his father's assination which led to Gurlukavich's rise to power. Demetri then poured himself another glass of vodka and knocked it back quickly. .. He muttered to himself before doing the symbol of the cross, his fingers touching his forehead, stomach then each shoulder before comeing to his mouth were he kissed them. Nigel remained silent and listened respectfully to Demetri.
Thread: Black Market Death (xMILENKOx & Sinfulwolf)

Lynn cocked her weapon and flicked it on safe. She aimed it out the window and tried to squeeze the trigger. When nothing happened she pushed the selector switch to repetition and held the trigger down, hearing the bolt slam forward and attempt to fire despite the lack of ammunition inside. Still depressing the trigger she cocked the action back again and released the trigger hearing a low 'clunk'. Depressing the trigger just had the weapon attempt to go off once more. Lynn cocked it again, flicked the weapon to automatic and squeezed and held it down, then cocked let go and squeezed the trigger, smiling when nothing happened. Her test complete Lynn slammed a 30 round magazine into the housing and set the weapon on the table while she started to look over her warlord vest, making sure it was packed the way she wanted. As she worked on it she noticed Ratko put up the no smoking sign in the room she was sharing with him. She shrugged, the front door was right there, it wouldn't be difficult to get up. Then she heard Ratko muttering in Russian again. I really am going to have to learn that language, Lynn told him as she checked her 9mm hi powered browning she had forgotten in her duffel, and Ratko set up his bed. Dan rolled his eyes as he heard the angry Russian muttering and moved over to his duffel, pulling out a hard laptop case. He had made sure to get the hard case, he didn't treat his duffel well. Popping the case open Dan began to set up his laptop in the corner of the room. He should get that set up before the boss came back regardless. Yeah... don't go Hiroshima on us. I like my shadow, Dan quipped to Chris's comment.
Thread: Black Market Death (xMILENKOx & Sinfulwolf)

Ratko continued to set up his bed with the sounds of Lynn checking her equipment behind him. Hearing her comment about his language he grinned. I appologise, when Iam angry it just takes over... He explained in english. His temper was always obvious when he began to rant in Russian. Once his bed was complete Ratko lay down upon it. He lay back with his hands behind his head as he casually watched Lynn. Unlike most soldier's Ratko wasnt a stranger to seeing women fight by his side, after all the red army had always recruited women aswell as men. To Ratko she was no different to the rest of them. Do you ever travel light?.. Ratko joked at the sight of all her gear. Ratko thenn pulled his hip flask out once more and took another quick drink of his vodka before holding out the dull chrome flask to Lynn. Drink?.. He asked her simply as he lay back relaxing whilst they awaited Nigel's return. Chris watched Dan from the couch as he began to set up his computer. Chris had nothing really to set up he was just a grunt, in his duffel bags were a combat vest, his customised M4 carbine, Beretta 92G Elite, bowie combat knife and other essential gear he felt was necessary to the mission. In fact it was more or less the kit he had back in the marines. Chris then stood up and removed his jacket before putting on his vest, sidearm thigh holster and knife sheath on the left side of the chest of his combat vest. Lifting up his M4 he casually began to pose with the rifle as if in a fire fight. He grinned enthusiastically as he entertained himself. So when do we get to shoot up some mother fuckers?! Chris asked Dan whilst he continued to move around the room as if he was storming the house. Tonight you and your men should rest.. tomorrow one of my men will take you to a near by millitary outpost, I simply wish you to attack it and clear it so my men can loot the weapons and munitions so we can defend Novaska if the enemy should ever find out about my location.. Demetri continued to explain to Nigel. The revolution was still young and Demetri's men were small in numbers and ill equiped. Demetri hoped the mercenarys would help the people see the revolution was worth fighting for and take up arms against the millitary. Meanwhile at the millitary outpost near Novaska a truck arrived. The soldiers let the truck pass with no problem as they reconised the men in the truck who were not millitary. Four men dressed in black leather jackets and other casual clothing manned the truck. These men were members of the Sons of Solkovia and their truck was loaded with black market munitions. As the truck pulled up in the outpost's courtyard the engine stopped. The four men then casually vacated the truck and were greeted by the officer incharge of the outpost. A breif exchange of cash and truck keys took place and the gangsters were then led to a millitary jeep which would take them back to the city. The trucks contents were fresh from Russia and destined for the middle east.
Thread: Black Market Death (xMILENKOx & Sinfulwolf)

Lynn nodded at his explanation of the Russian speak. She was finally satisfied with how her kit was and started to run her combat knife along a whet stone. Ratko made her feel comfortable, just as he was around her. Canada was one of a very few armies that allowed women into the combat arms of the military, so not too many were used to seeing a female in a front line position. Ratko's experience just made it easier to get along with him. When he asked about her kit, Lynn let out a small chuckle. Not usually, she said, patting the medical pouch she would clip to her thigh. The Canadian military had given her extensive medical training despite being in the Infantry. TCCC they called it, Tactical Casualty Combat Care. Useful, especially working in the Agency. As Ratko passed her the flask she took it and gently took a sip. She inhaled sharply as the liquid ran over her tongue and down her throat, preferring a beer usually, but the vodka felt good out here in the cold. Probably why it was so huge in Russia. She handed the flask back to Ratko. Thanks, she said with a gentle smile. Dan hadn't even taken his AK-74 from the bag yet. He didn't feel like it. Besides, he wouldn't be going into the actual fighting itself. He was the one that stayed back, using his laptop to hook up to satellites despite it being very illegal and guiding the rest of the team through their mission. As the laptop powered up Dan looked up to Chris. Oh soon enough I suspect, he replied in answer to the American's question.