Cannon: Private Property

It had started out as a simple mission. Nice and easy. Now General Torres was dead and the country was a riot. Moreover, Cannon was saddled with two enemy agents. Normally, he would’ve shot them and been done with it. But that wasn’t an option now.

They made quite a sensual contrast, Sue Smith and Madame Toy. Sue with her blonde hair, her light skin—Toy with her short dark hair and bronzed tan. They were almost opposites, a gorgeous combination, but they had their points in common. They were both fantastic fucks. They were both beautiful, of course: Cannon was if anything too familiar with Toy’s body at this point, but Sue was equally lovely, with her pouting breasts—long, lean physique—that gorgeous golden hair that ran in a sweet caress down her sloped shoulders. If he had all the time in the world, familiarity wouldn’t breed contempt—any more than it had with Toy. But he had to admit, them being top Communist spies put a damper on the relationship… with both of them.

With the country in anarchy, they’d taken what supplies they could carry and gone into the jungle to hide out, fortunately finding an abandoned village. Either natives or rebels, it was hard to say, but there was shelter, and the surrounding jungle offered game. Sue was still suffering the aftereffects of El Presidente’s torture, but she was slowly coming around, being nursed back to health by Toy while Cannon fixed up the place. But Sue, even running a fever, was no one’s idea of a chaperone.

They’d left in a hurry—gotten away with little more than the shirts on their backs. Of course, their long-standing intimacy with each other, if you could call it that, took care of any concerns of modesty. Cannon felt free going around naked, knowing it was a common practice among the natives anyway… when in Rome.

Sue and Toy took a cue from him. Sue had little choice in the matter, being confined to bed, while Toy seemed determined to latch onto him as a protector, now that both sides of the civil war had it out for them and her friends in the Kremlin were so far away. Cannon didn’t mind; he expected as much. Toy was a beautiful woman, and the time he’d already spent with her had only made Cannon more determined to delve into her mysteries, to satisfy still more of his growing appetite for her. That left Sue shut out, but she needed her rest anyway. And in the back of his mind, Cannon was sure even Washington would appreciate having a top agent like Toy blissfully fucked out rather than causing trouble for the free world.

“How’s Sue?” Cannon asked when Toy came into his room. They’d commandeered one of the larger cabins, which conveniently held three rooms so they could all have some space from one another, while still being bundled together for protection.

Toy was needled by the question, especially when she was walking around in only a jacket and panties—the only thing she’d managed to scavenge for clothes before they’d left the burning city. Modesty had taken a distinct backseat to food and water, but now she found herself incensed that Cannon could be as cold to her with all her charms on display as he would be if she were wearing a winter coat.

“She’s doing well—I think her fever’s breaking. What’s that you’re working on?” Toy asked, pressing close to where Cannon sat at his workbench, toying with something. She allowed her jacket to fall open, pressing her full breasts to Cannon’s shoulder.

She was well-endowed for an Asian woman—ironically, about the same size as Sue’s pert, provocative chest, which was entirely the right size for her tall, Nordic frame. Perhaps Toy’s breasts seemed larger on her petite Asiatic body. Or perhaps Cannon was impressed by the blonde’s statuesque height.

“A radio,” Cannon answered her, ignoring her body heat so thoroughly, Toy would’ve thought he were queer if it weren’t for the abundant evidence she’d gotten otherwise. “I found it in one of the huts. It’s not working, but I think I can fix it.”

“To call for help,” Toy said melancholically. She tried a different tact now, lowering her chin down to rest on Cannon’s shoulder. “Oh, Cannon, I wish we could stay here forever…”

“You’re like a little lost sheep that doesn’t even understand where she’s trying to go. But if you think the radio can wait, I agree with you.”

He shoved his chair back from the workbench and pulled Toy into his lap. Perhaps out of simple self-preservation, he was wearing trousers and a T-shirt while he worked, but that was no impediment to Toy feeling the size of his endowment. Cannon never had much trouble getting it up. Indeed, sometimes Toy was shocked it ever went down!

He stroked her breasts and dipped his head into her open jacket, kissing her nipples one by one. “Communism, Capitalism—those idiots in Washington don’t know anymore than your friends living under the onions. If they’re so smart, they can get along without us doing the dirty work for a while.”

“Is this not dirty work?” Toy teased.

That got a laugh out of Cannon. “Dirty, yes, work, no.”

Reaching down her body, he caressed her wet pussy—felt how her lust had dripped down to the bottom of her ass. He patted her sizable buttocks; another feature Toy shared with Sue Smith. “If you were a toy, Madame Toy, you’d be a water gun. I love how wet you get. You’re bitch enough to lie to me every other way, but that cunt of yours has to tell the truth.”

“And when you fuck me, I know it has nothing to do with your mission.”

“Maybe I should get better missions.”

“Maybe you should just fuck me.”

***

The moment Sue came to, she heard strange noises. Perhaps they had woken her. Perhaps it was the charge in the air, something she had been trained to be sensitive to. Because while the jungle was never quiet, it had never sounded like a woman moaning and groaning in the time she’d spent here, recovering from her injuries.

It had to be Toy. And there was no way Madame Toy would pleasure herself when Cannon was there for her to tempt into doing it for her. They were together and they were fucking. Sue quivered as she listened to the sounds, knowing they could be the noises she’d be making at the end of Cannon’s pumping cock.

Luckily for her, she was feeling better as Toy had stated. Sue got up from her bed and carefully, quietly made her way to the wall separating her room from Cannon’s. In the cabin’s dilapidation, there’d somehow come to be a crack in the wall. By standing on an endtable, Sue could look through it into the other room.

Sue knew all about cunnilingus, but she’d never seen it happen. As much fun as having it done to her was, seeing two others engage in it was a powerful aphrodisiac all its own. Especially when one of them was Cannon. He licked at Toy’s pussy like a hungry dog, his palms ground into her thighs, forcing her bare legs wide apart. Then he pulled his face back, dripping with her juices, and stared up at her for a moment. His thumbs moved to pet the hood of her clit, dragging them away from the little bud to make it vulnerable, obvious in its stiffening need.

“You taste as good as ever, Toy. But I still wouldn’t do it if I didn’t know how desperate this made you to really get fucked,” Cannon grunted, his eyes burning into the glimmering wetness at her core. He swooped down, pressing his face into her cunt, fucking his tongue into her. Toy groaned, twisting and bucking with how his tongue made her feel. She stared down between her heaving breasts, seeing him kissing her clit.

Cannon breathed in the wet aroma of her pussy. He pushed her knees back further to bring her gaping sex up to his mouth, where his tongue could penetrate into it and slip back out. He licked down to the tight grommet of her asshole and grinned as she cooed for the feeling.

“Yes, Cannon—even my ass is yours!” Toy mewled, her face flushed, her lips parted with the ecstasy she couldn’t wholly voice. She squirmed about, trying to get more of his tongue up her ass.

Cannon laughed when he took his mouth away and replaced it with a thick finger sliding into her anus. He ran his tongue between her pussy and asshole, licking up the stream of her aroused juices that fell from her twitching sex.

Sue watched, her breathing ragged, her own cunt feeling as wet as Toy’s, while she watched the other woman squirm and writhe in response to Cannon’s striking tongue. The blonde quivered all over, imagining him devouring her own pussy with that same appetite.

Holding onto her thighs behind the knees to keep them out of the way, Toy undulated her hips up to Cannon’s mouth, fucking his face as well as he would let her. “Come on, Cannon! Suck all my juices out! I’ll have more for you! I’m gonna come! I’ll come and then you can fuck me! Oh, God, I love your tongue! Do you love my pussy? Do you love it when it—uhhhh—COMMMEEEEESS!?”

She climaxed, shuddering from head to toe, while Cannon gluttonously downed the flood of her cream. He licked and sucked until Toy was no longer quaking, then he left her trembling faintly, eyes glazed over, to undress.

It was as he stripped that he turned to look that the cracked wall and either noticed Sue or finally acknowledged her presence.

Sue was paralyzed, her eyes locked with Cannon’s, neither her body or her gaze able to move. But that didn’t last long. An eternal second later, she bolted away from her vantage point to throw herself under the covers of her bed.

God, she was burning up! Her wetness ran from her pussy in the same excessive supply that it had with Toy. Sue stretched out on the bed, lying naked on her back, her arms boneless at her sides and her legs open. Her labia was swollen, and in the mirror on the dresser she could see how it gaped open, offering the pink inside it to anyone who’d take a look.

But no one did. Instead, Sue heard a gasp and knew that Madame Toy’s break was over. She was once more Cannon’s woman.

***

The next day, Cannon went in to check on Sue. He found her in bed, wearing the loose blouse that barely counted as clothes with her. It only sometimes fell far enough down her toned legs to cover her blonde snatch. Cannon, though, ignored that so thoroughly that he might not have even noticed it. It was hard for Sue to tell.

“Toy told me your fever’s breaking,” Cannon said, leaving out the other things she had said—all of which Sue had heard as she touched herself, not daring to sneak another peek. Her imaginings of their fuck—spiced as they were by Sue’s own recollections of Cannon as a lover—had almost been worse than seeing her beloved rival actually with another woman.

Again, it was hard for Sue to tell whether he was being polite or daring her to admit to the voyeurism he’d caught her committing. As if it weren’t exhibitionism, what he and Toy had done under the same roof as her…

“I think it’s flaring up again.” Although Sue wouldn’t gainsay Cannon, she felt fine contradicting Toy. “Feel my forehead?”

Guilelessly, Cannon walked up to her, and put his hand between her eyebrows and her hairline. “Feels cool as a stone.”

“I’m hot other places,” Sue said, and pulled him down onto the mattress with her.

Cannon had to admit, he was a sucker for her girlish enthusiasm. He went down with her onto the bed and they kissed, lying side by side, his hard cock throbbing against the crotch of his trousers. He ran his hand up and down Sue’s luscious thigh, over her juicy hip and up inside her baggy blouse.

She was braless—a feature that somehow seemed to fit the sweet, innocent façade she presented to the world. But already he knew Sue wasn’t what she seemed. It wasn’t just that she was a killer despite her youth and cuteness. It was that she was more passionate than anyone would expect a Commie agent to be. She wasn’t cold-blooded, she was a hot little fox!

Caring little for propriety, or anything other than satisfying his skyrocketing lust, Cannon hurried through undressing Sue. It wasn’t as if any of them had reason to by shy in this intimate little oasis in the green ocean. He tore off several buttons before he got the blouse off her shoulders, then at least the sight of her was his. The rest would soon follow.

Cannon took one of her succulent little breasts in each hand, molding them in his grip as he used the handhold to press her down to the bed. Kissing her passionately, he covered her with his body. His fingers stroked her engorged nipples, exciting Sue to the point that she trembled.

“Oh, Cannon!” she gasped, telling him he wasn’t working hard enough. He wanted her speechless. That was the only way to get any quiet with two women about.

As he kissed her, Sue reached between their bodies and caressed the crotch of his trousers. She could feel the distinct outline of his raging erection, the wet precum heat at the tip of it, the fraying threads where it seemed about to burst through its containment.

Cannon rolled his lower body off of her, lying on the side of his hip as he continued kissing her and fondling her heaving breasts. Wordlessly Sue knew she was allowed to reach inside his pants and take hold of his cock, stroke it—unzip his trousers and get them off. She did it, obedient to a fault, knowing that if she pleased him, she would get the same treatment Madame Toy had.

Cannon lay back, cushioning his hands under his head as Sue yanked off his trousers and briefs. “You should’ve ripped them off. I wouldn’t have kept you waiting,” he said, his words blank and acrid, cutting Sue but only enough to stoke her flame hotter.

I’ll show you, American! she vowed silently, thrusting herself into his arms, her tongue into his mouth.

His prick pressed against her bare cunt, the shaft throbbing between her swollen labia lips. Cannon ran his hands over the sweep of Sue’s buttocks and between their cleft, rubbing her asshole with the flat of his forefinger. Sue cooed, knowing she wouldn’t even be able to deny him that. If he wanted to fuck her ass, it was his.

But Cannon wasn’t quite hers.

“Bitch!” someone hissed, and Sue jerked her head up to see Madame Toy in the doorway, fuming to have been placed in the voyeuristic position that Sue had been trapped in last night.