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Latest Maytag and Stanton story. Enjoy!
Well, enjoy provided you are comfortable
reading graphic descriptions of sex and it
is legal for you to do so in your part of the world.
(That's a warning.)

This story is Copyright 2000 by Jimmy Hat (jimmy@jimmy-hat.com).
Anyone wishing to charge fees for access to this material, 
through any media or publication, must receive the written
permission of Jimmy Hat.

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Commanding Agent Stanton 
by Jimmy Hat, 2000


Alexi Cherkenov watched the FBI agent looking through his room.
She wore a dark colored pant suit and matching pumps. Her ass
looked good and it should have looked even better as she bent
over to rummage through a chest of drawers. As she leaned over,
though, Alexi could see the pistol tucked inside her pants. It
ruined the moment for him.

It also reminded him that he was seated, handcuffed to the
bedpost, and that he had to twist his neck awkwardly to see the
room. The position was painful, no matter how nice her ass
looked. Alexi tried to remember her name: Stanford, Stately?
Something like that. Agent Shapely was more like it. 

Her partner was somewhere else. They weren't sure how many rooms
he had been through on his spree, so they were checking them all.
This was probably the best chance Alexi would have to make his
move. 

"Do you think I could get a cigarette?" he asked. 

The agent didn't even turn around. "I think this is a non-smoking
room." 

"Aw, c'mon. Just one little cigarette. They're right here in my
pocket. I could do it myself except for the cuffs." 

"That's the idea," she said, tossing things out of the drawer.
She then pulled out the drawer and checked for a false bottom. 

Alexi watched her backside appreciatively. "Nothing false about
that bottom," he muttered. 

"Excuse me?" she said. 

"I said, 'No smoking rules are really rotten.'" 

"Um." 

"What was your name again?" Alexi asked. 

"Agent Stanton," she replied as she slid the drawer back into
place. 

"Well, listen, Stanton. I don't know what you're looking for, but
I'm looking for a smoke. There's no reason for both of us to be
frustrated, is there?" 

Stanton turned to face him. Her hair was dark and shiny, her eyes
a solid black. She might have been Asian but her eyes lacked the
almond shape; she might have been Greek but her skin was too
light. Her lips were painted a red so earthy it was almost brown.
"I think you know what I'm looking for," she said. "If I let you
smoke will you tell me where it is?" 

"I promise," he said. 

"You'll pardon me for not trusting you. Tell me where it is, then
I'll let you smoke." 

"Oh, come on! What am I gonna do, run out on you? Have a heart
and help me with a smoke." 

Stanton sighed. "OK. Where are they?" 

"In the right front pocket of my jeans," Alexi said. 

Stanton crossed her arms. "Nice try, but that's not what I'm
looking for." 

You're in for a surprise, Alexi thought. Out loud he replied,
"No, I'm serious, my cigarettes and my lighter are right there." 

Stanton leaned in and moved her hand along the top of his faded
jeans. She kept a close watch on her prisoner rather than her
hand, so it took some time before she hooked her nails over the
seam of his pocket. 

Alexi felt her fingertips drag across his thigh. Constrained by
the handcuffs, he had to push his shoulders back and slide his
legs forward in order to watch her hand. The thrusting sensation
this gave him was rather enjoyable and he held the pose while she
fumbled to find his pocket. Her nails were manicured, but
lacquered rather than painted. Alexi liked that invisible makeup
look: it seemed so much more sophisticated. 

"A little to the left," Alexi suggested. 

"I could put you through that wall if you like," Stanton cooed.
"That's a little to the left, too." 

Alexi smiled. It was almost worth delaying his escape to stay
behind and play with this one. Almost. 

Stanton tugged the pack of smokes and a heavy metal lighter out
of his pocket. Adroitly, she slapped the pack against her wrist
and caught the cigarette that bolted into the air. She held it to
his mouth and tried to ignore the elaborate display he made of
licking his lips before taking the cigarette between them.
Stanton flicked open the lighter and pressed down with her thumb.
Instead of flames, though, the lighter produced a dazzling
display of light, pulsing rapidly, changing color. 

Agent Stanton froze, staring at the brilliant display she held at
arm's length. Slowly, she brought her arm in towards her body to
better gaze at the flickering light. Her dark eyes remained
inscrutable, almost unnaturally so, but Alexi could see the signs
in the rest of her facial expressions. She was under his control. 

"By any chance," he said, pointing his chin at the lighter, "was
that the thing you were looking for?" 

Speechless, Stanton stood in place and gazed at the light show. 

"You can turn that off now. Just rest it over there on the
table." 

Stanton did as ordered. 

"Now, where's that partner of yours, Mason?" 

"Maytag?" Stanton replied stiffly. 

"Whatever. Is he busy?" 

"He's searching the rooms." 

"Ok, so we might have a little time. Why don't you uncuff me and
then suck my dick for a little bit?" 

"I can't do that," she said. 

Alexi hadn't heard that since he perfected his device. 

"What do you mean you can't do that?" 

"I don't have the keys. Those are Maytag's handcuffs." 

"Oh, that's great." 

Stanton moved closer. "Should I just suck your dick then?" 

That thought was tempting to Alexi, but it got him no closer to
escape. "No," he said with regret. "First you get the keys, then
you swallow what I give you." 

"He won't give them to me without a reason," Stanton said. 

"Well, come up with something." Mind control was fun, but Alexi
planned to tweak the next version to allow for some decision
making. Doing all the thinking for two people was a lot of work.
"Use your feminine charms, that kind of thing." 

"Feminine charms?" she echoed. 

"Yeah, you know: shake your ass, fuck his brains out. Whatever it
takes." 

Stanton stood still. 

"What are you waiting for, an invitation? Go suck and fuck your
partner and bring back his keys." 

"OK," Stanton said. Alexi strained his neck to watch her leave.
She did a fine job with the feminine charms. He was already
beginning to regret sending her for the keys before fucking her
in the mouth. 

He did not have long to think about it. The red lights of the
room's alarm clock glared at him. Not three minutes went by
before Stanton was back in the room. 

"That was fast!" Alexi announced. "Agent Maytag is more like
Agent Minuteman, huh? All right, now let me out!" 

"I don't have the keys." Stanton responded. 

"Why not?" 

"I couldn't do it," she admitted. 

Alexi shook his head in disbelief. "I must be the world's worst
engineer. Even with a mind control device, it's still a struggle.
Do you need me to get you in the mood?" 

Impassive, Stanton looked back at Alexi. 

"Well, let me tell you, you are hot, baby. You've been here all
day, searching this hotel, looking through people's underwear,
their vibrators, their dirty little secrets. You've been thinking
about the sick little games I play with people, how I get them to
give in to desire. Now you want a little of that. You need it." 

Stanton licked her lips. 

"Yeah, that's right, baby. You need a little bit of dick. So run
up there and get those keys." 

But she just stood there. It was frustrating. 

"What do you need, baby? What gets you jump started? You can tell
Uncle Sasha. Tell me. I command you to tell me what you want." 

"Eat me out," she said. Alexi was glad that she even responded.
The response itself was gravy. 

"Oh, I can do that. Just get me into a better position." 

Stanton pulled the chair from under Alexi and then flipped him
onto the bed. In the new position his arms were pinned behind his
head and his wrists touched because of the twist in the short
chain between the cuffs. 

"I get the feeling you liked that order," Alexi said. 

There was no verbal response, but Stanton's actions displayed her
feelings. She pushed off her shoes with the heels of her feet,
then kicked them away. She unzipped her pants and let them fall to
the floor. She stood barefoot. Her smooth toned legs stood out
against her gray panties and dark suit jacket. She bored into him
with those expressionless eyes. 

Alexi thought she looked just fine. Not exactly the quick escape
he had in mind, but so far so good. "Bring me that pussy," he
barked. 

Stanton rolled the panties down to her calves with her hands,
then finished the job with her feet. After she stood, Alexi could
make out the dark triangle that pointed to her cunt. Stanton
crawled on to the bed, and Alexi soon had a close view of that
cunt and its bright pink folds. 

It was not possible to give orders with his mouth so fully
smothered in pussy. He might have liked a nice sixty nine, or at
least some forceful groping of his cock, but instead all he got
was a steady grind against his chin. Stanton rocked and glided
along his lips, barely allowing him time or space to lick at her
lips and clit with his tongue. 

Alexi found it tough to breathe, and the air he received was
peppered with the strong musk of her arousal. Every time she
pulled away from his nose, the soft dark curls of her bush
tickled his nostrils and stirred the air, overwhelming him again
with the unmistakable smell of her cunt. 

The wetness began to well up on his upper lip and slid back to
his nose. His arms grew tired from their unnatural position
behind his head. His lungs burned for lack of air. It was if he
was swimming against a strong undertow. 

"That's so good," she said. It was one of the few things she did
say. She gripped his head, though, and swirled her pudenda around
his mouth. She slid a hand inside her jacket and fondled her
breasts. 

Alexi sensed that she was nearing orgasm and he forced himself to
keep licking at the loose flaps, to shake his tongue against her
stiff little clit. As Stanton came, she squeezed her thighs
against his head. She forced his jaw into a most unnatural
position while she shook with pleasure. 

When she released her grip, Alexi desperately wanted to wipe the
wetness away from his nose and massage his jaw, but he couldn't.
He was still cuffed. 

"Better?" he inquired. 

"Yes," she purred. 

"Then get those keys and hurry back," he said. "Go!" 

Stanton started out the door. 

"No!" Alexi called. "Put your clothes on first!" 

After Stanton dressed and departed, Alexi Cherkenov remained in a
very uncomfortable position. He also had an erection harder than
the steel manacles that held him to the bed. He regretted sending
her off without getting himself off first. 

That regret grew to concern when twenty minutes passed before she
returned. Alexi couldn't see the clock any more, but it sure felt
like twenty minutes. Finally the door opened again. 

Stanton strode in with her hair mussed. She walked over to Alexi
and stopped. Alexi looked over his shoulder and held his wrists
up as far as the cuffs would allow. "Go ahead! Uncuff me!" 

"I don't have the keys," she said. 

"What? I thought I gave explicit instructions!" 

"Well, I sucked him as much as I could but the fucking part wasn't
going very well." 

"Did you try taking off your clothes?" Alexi asked. 

"Yes. I almost forgot to put them back on. He reminded me." 

Yes, Alexi thought, he was definitely going to have to fix things
in the next version. Alex started to worry. "So he sent you here?
Where is he?" 

"He's waiting. I came here for instructions." 

"I don't understand. You sucked his dick." 

"Yes, sir." 

"But you didn't get the keys?" 

"You said suck him and fuck him, then get the keys. I haven't
fucked him yet." 

"Why not?" Alexi asked. 

"Well, we started to fuck, but then he said he wanted to fuck my
ass. I didn't really want to, but I remembered how you convinced
me to go up there in the first place. So I came back here." 

"You mean you just left him there?" 

Stanton looked hurt. "I told him I was going to get some lube. I
thought that was smart." 

Maybe she could make some decisions after all, Alexi thought.
"Yeah, I guess that was smart. So where are you going to get some
lube?" 

"Right here, silly!" Stanton answered. She shimmied out of her
pants and crawled on to the bed. "You did such a good job the
first time, I thought you'd like another crack at it. No pun
intended." 

At that moment, Alexi knew she was making far too many decisions
on her own. "Now wait a second, you can't just expect me to--" It
was too late. The ass Alexi admired from afar was now up close
and personal. Stanton backed the full broad cheeks of her ass
square against his face and planted her rump clear across the
bridge of his nose. 

"Oh, yes," she said. "Lick that hole." 

Lick it he did. Not that he had time to think about it or any
real choice in the matter. Pushing against her tight hole with
his tongue was practically the only way to clear some space in
front of his nose and breathe. 

"Just like that," she encouraged him. 

Stanton reached between her legs and circled her clitoris. She
relished the delicate flicking of his tongue at the ribbed ring
of muscle, and tried to match its speed with her own fingers. 

Alexi wanted to order her to suck his dick. As long as she
straddled him like that, he might as well shoot his load into her
waiting mouth. But every time he tried to give the command, she
backed up into his face and muzzled him with her soft white
cheeks. 

Minutes passed, and again Alexi struggled to fight the pain in
his arms, to find air to breathe. He licked at the tiny button of
her ass, pushing his tongue past its tight border. Anything he
could do to get her to come or leave, or whatever it was she wanted. 

"Don't stop, baby," she said. 

He turned his head and for a brief moment he could see her
fingers. They worked frantically, diving between her lips,
sliding out again and up to her clit. Then it was back to the
rimjob. 

"Uhh," she said. Nothing else was anywhere near intelligible. She
shook and jerked, and practically broke Alexi's nose. 

"That was perfect," Stanton said. Then she stood, dressed without
being ordered, and left. "I'll get those keys in a jiffy." 

"Come back here and suck my dick!" Alexi yelled. It was no use.
She was gone. Somehow, Alexi's plan had gone very wrong. It was a
long time before anyone came back to the room. It wasn't who he
wanted. 

"Have you seen my partner?" Maytag asked. 

"I thought she was with you!" Alexi exclaimed. 

"No, she's out looking for contact lens solution." 

"Contact lens solution?" 

"Yeah, these things are killing us," Maytag explained, pointing
at his eyes. "This is the second time she's gone looking for
some. This is your neck of the woods, where can we find some?" 

"I don't understand," Alexi said. 

"Sure you do, Cherkenov. You don't think we'd try to arrest you
with our eyes unprotected, do you? The bureau rigged up some
contact lenses to foil your device. Although it turned out you
never got to use it." 

"Oh, no," Alexi said, rolling his head to one side. 

Maytag observed him struggling. "I think you should have stayed
how we left you. It can't be comfortable having your arms above
your head like that." 

"It's not," Alexi replied. 

"Well, don't worry, Cherkenov. As soon as we have our hands on
that device, we'll get you out of here." 

"If you get me out of these cuffs, I'll tell you where it is,"
Alexi offered. 

"Tell me first," said Maytag. 

Alexi said nothing. 

"Oh, come on," Maytag said. "It's not like I want to be here any
longer than you do." 

Alexi grimaced. "Next to my cigarettes on that table. It looks
like a lighter, but it isn't really." 

Maytag flicked it open and verified both that it was the device,
and that the contact lenses worked. "OK," Alexi said. "You have
what you want, now get me out of here." 

"I wish I could," Maytag said. "But those are my partner's
handcuffs." 

END
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There. The alternate title I had for this was "Mind Control, My Ass!",
but Denny Wheeler rightly pointed out that might give things away.

I hope you enjoyed that, and I'd love to hear your comments.
There is an anonymous e-mail form (and more stories) at 
http://www.jimmy-hat.com , or you can mail me 
directly at jimmy@jimmy-hat.com

By the way, in case you don't know (you mean you aren't a
dedicated fan of Maytag and Stanton?), Stanton's eyes
are a deep blue.

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