Going in Deep

Agent Porter took his time with the belt, trying to buy a few more moments to think under the guise of foreplay.  It wasn't that he was unprepared for this.  Sexual acts had been a distinct possibility when he accepted the mission months ago, but he still wasn't looking forward to the idea.

Besides that though, it seemed like the common thread linking the three female agents who'd disappeared was that as soon as they gained the trust of the city's drug boss, a man who went by Trent Steel.  He'd slept with them, and they'd cut off all contact with the agency.  John was sure he'd seen Agent Davis on his first day in the house, but he didn't get a chance to speak with her and hadn't seen her since.

"You're sure taking your sweet time, darling," the man rumbled.  It was clear by his tone that this was more than just an observation.

"Of course, Mr. Steel, just building your excitement."  No use stalling any further.  John flipped the belt wide and unzipped the kingpin's pants.  The dick that popped free was so impressive that John forgot himself for a moment and let out a "Damn" under his breath.

"Hehe, glad you like it.  Now let's put those lips to better use, bitch."

John scowled internally, furious that he had to do this, wishing he could wring this scumbag's neck instead, but knowing that the intense body modifications had left him female for all intents and purposes.  That unfortunately included his strength being greatly reduced, and nowhere near sufficient for close quarters combat with this man.  It would have to be tact and spycraft, then, even if that meant sucking his first cock in the name of duty.

The instant his tongue made contact, a pleasant tingle danced across it before slowly spreading through the rest of his body.  John looked up, trying to figure out what was going on, but unable to read anything on Steel's handsome face.

Handsome?, he thought.  But it was true, wasn't it?  John maintained eye contact despite his confusion.  He wrapped his lips around Mr. Steel's thick cock, doing his best to get it nice and slick.  If he could do that, Mr. Steel should let him keep sucking for a long time, right?  John was almost certain this wasn't what he'd come into the room meaning to do, but whatever it was couldn't be as important as licking and slurping away at this fantastic cock.

"Remind me gorgeous, what's your name?"

"J-Jasmine, sir," John replied, nearly blowing his cover because he was so focused on blowing this man's member.

"Right, but --ahh-- I get the sense that that's not your real name."  John looked up from deep-throating, hoping maybe he could pretend he didn't hear and could get face-fucked just a little longer.  "Don't make me ask you again."

"Porter, Agent John Porter with the organized crime division of the mmph--"  John spilled, though it was difficult to understand the last bit as his mouth was full.

"Hm, those brainiacs in your lab sure are getting good with the disguises.  You're a little sloppier than the girls they sent before you, but damn if you're not an enthusiastic little cocksucker.  They give you a pussy, John?"

Oh god.  A memory flashed through John's mind of the days after his transformation, when he accidentally discovered how sensitive his modified body was while taking a shower.  If running his tongue up and down the cock in his mouth felt this good, how much better would it be to take it deep inside himself?

"Mmhmm."  A tiny voice in his head tried to resist, but he was already standing up.  Dress, bra, and damp panties flew off in seconds.

John fell backwards into a chair, spreading his legs wide.  Steel wasted no time accepting the invitation.  John's eyes rolled back as foreign sensations rocked his body.  He felt himself being stretched, wrapping and clenching around the stiff shaft that was sliding up his wet snatch.  "Oohhh," he moaned softly, intermingling with the slick noises of sex.

"Damn, they did a good fucking job with you John," Steel remarked, interspersed with heavy grunts.  "Too bad they won't be getting you back.  Every girl that's got a taste of what I sprayed on my dick before you came in has begged me to stay, including your little friends.  I don't expect any different from you."

So he laced his dick with some kind of drug, John thought.  That made sense.  There was no way anything could feel this good on its own.  Not that it mattered now.  With every thrust, John's pussy absorbed more and more of the chemicals, tripping neurons and blending together with the waves of pleasure he was feeling.

Steel was right, there was no going back from this.  Why would he want to?  He arched his back and continued to moan, begging, "Please, fuck me harder!"

A week later, the agency received an unsigned note and a photo.

--THANKS FOR THE NEW TOY!