James Blonde

James Blonde groaned as his hand ran up her outer leg to her hip, stopping at her waist as he leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Although they were both English, with matching pale white skin tones, Blonde was very beautiful with long blonde hair, a gorgeous face, and a lean athletic body with sexy long legs that he could not keep his hands off of. He, on the other hand, was short, thick-haired, all skin and bones, with a very ugly face; he had to keep his glasses on to see what he was doing. On that, she couldn't blame him, as he had gone to great lengths to convince @nonymous to sneak her pretty face into their compound, so he wanted to see and enjoy her firm young breasts, lean and gorgeous long legs, and firm hard body. Her hacker and former incel lover was now busy running his tongue over her soft, smooth skin, from her neck, over her breasts, and to her loins. He then licked her labia lips and the slit in between, then rubbed his finger along it, slipping it within from time to time.

Blonde gasped as he pleasured her with his fingers, and grabbed onto the top of the couch to keep her balance. She bent down and sucked his tiny penis into her mouth, quickly bobbing up and down on it as though it were a tiny popsicle; when it hardened in her mouth she quickly got up and looked at her mark with fake lust.

Excited, the @nonymous hacker quickly put on a condom and attempted to climb on top of her, but she quickly got up and sat on his erection, deliberately pinning his condom within the crack between her butt cheeks. She then ruthlessly gyrated and ground her behind against the underside of his penis and scrotum, furiously twerking the inexperienced virgin hacker so much he couldn't hold it anymore, and made two weak thrusts against her behind before collapsing from his first ejaculation with a blissful smile upon his face.

Blonde quickly dressed back into her black turtleneck and black tight leather pants and boots and left him still smiling blissfully as she searched for their hacking lab. She soon found it and was impressed by the towering racks of servers that extended to the ceiling. Carefully plugging in a USB drive into the back of a nearby server to ensure it remained hidden, she quietly turned to sneak out but bumped directly into a guard. Being a former Royal Navy Special Boat Service (SBS) operator, she quickly disarmed the guard before he could react, then knocked him out cold with the efficiency of her extensive Wing Chun, Kung Fu, and Jiu Jitsu training. She quickly grabbed his assault rifle, but when she turned to run, she saw several guards at the other end of the hacking lab, their weapons trained on her, and quickly glanced around for an escape option.

"You can't win," said the chief guard.

Using her foot, Blonde kicked the button to start the conveyor belt to her side, which distracted the guards for a split second, which was all she needed to jump onto it. Her back on the conveyor belt, she fired a burst upward at the server rack supporting structure, causing a landslide of heavy computer equipment to bury the guards.

The conveyor took her outside, to the airfield, where she front-rolled off it, paused to ensure the coast was clear, then ran for the propellor plane on the runway. She quickly reached the plane but in the struggle with the pilot, fell out.

Still armed, she shot a guard on a motorcycle and sped off to catch the plane, managing to pull up alongside and jump in when the aircraft was halfway down the runway. She throttled up the speed, but the plane did not reach takeoff velocity at the end of the runway, which stopped at the edge of a cliff. Fortunately, as the plane fell off, Blonde was able to glide off the fall and fly away.

Behind her, machine gun fire rattled away, and at times she could hear the bullets whiz by her in the sky. Erring on the side of caution, she changed direction from time to time in order to make it difficult for the small arms fire to damage her escape plane, but it was too late. A few lucky bullets must have struck her fuel tank as she was losing fuel rapidly.

Blonde decreased her altitude as she was safely far from the @nonymous hacking base, but there was no suitable place for her to land, as she was somewhere over the Gulf of America, formerly referred to as the Gulf of Mexico. Her eyes scanned the expansive and empty blue water for a safe spot to put her plane down; it was then she spotted the small white sailboat slowly tacking north by northwest, likely headed for the Texas shore.

She pointed her plane to land alongside the boat, about 20m out, and slowly descended, levelling up just before she hit the water, so the plane didn't disintegrate but skipped across the surface before coming to a stop about 10m from the boat. After quickly opening the door before the plane sank, she jumped into the water and swam as hard and fast as she could towards the boat; her training as a Special Boat Service (SBS) operator made her a strong enough swimmer to avoid the undertow of the plane sinking.

When she saw the wavy hull of the boat underwater, she grabbed onto the side and attempted to pull herself up, but was too exhausted to even ask for help. Fortunately, the sole crew of the boat grabbed her hand and helped pull her out of the water.

When Blonde caught her breath and wiped the water from her eyes, she found herself looking at a tall, young, muscular Caucasian man with short blond hair, blue eyes and a strong athletic frame. He looked a few years younger than herself and Blonde guessed he was still in college, likely out training for a sailing competition. He stared at her lovely face and smiled like a boy who had just gotten the Christmas gift he dreamt of.

"Thanks, mate," she said politely with a smile.

After some small talk, she carefully removed her waterproof bag containing the USB key with the stolen intel and laid it down on the deck. She turned, grabbed her saviour's head and pulled him into a kiss, where her tongue eagerly found his. As he was only wearing swimming trunks, her hands slowly explored his upper body before pulling down his swimming trunks to pump his erection.

Meanwhile, the young lad excitedly removed her clothing and began fondling her breasts; they weren't huge but were a good size to play with. As his excitement grew, he began to poke his erection not so subtly against her pelvis.

"Condom, please," insisted Blonde, already very aroused.

With that, the young man opened a box in the boat cockpit, quickly withdrew a condom from a package, and hastily rolled it over his throbbing member. He then sat down cross-legged on the deck, took out some lubricant, and rubbed it generously over his condom-covered erection. He reached up with two fingers and rubbed lubricant over her labia, pressing hard so that she groaned and bucked her loins against his digits, trying to drive them into her slit with no success.

She held his hands and sat atop his erect phallus, slowly lowering herself so that the latex around his glans gently pushed between her labia lips, which caused him to urgently make small upward thrusts. The motion, along with the lubricant, slowly but pleasurably slid his entire condom-covered hardness into her, and she groaned with delight when he filled her love tunnel.

From then on he made continuous, rapid and powerful thrusts deep into her vagina, often pushing his covered glans against her cervix, which sent waves of satisfaction and relief throughout Blonde's body. She moaned and breathed heavily as her younger boy toy pumped into her; his upward thrusts were so powerful the sailboat shook with the rhythm of their fornication.

Suddenly, the young man thrust hard and fast into her, then paused, and she felt the latex expand in her vagina as he ejaculated, which caused her to throw her head back and cry out with joy. When her first orgasm hit, she spasmed so hard that she pulled her younger lover overboard with her into the cold water.