Mal Martel {Fine Erotic Art}
The Ninja Escapes in Climax
Story & Details
Lady Ninja was tasked by Dr. M. M. to search a ship owned by an international crime syndicate that distributed chemical weapons to warlords, anarchists, and dictators. Her mission: steal a flash drive containing their secret shipment dossier. The ship had just left port when she put struck a blow to the captain's head in his state room. She found the flash drive attached to his uniform and hid it. A Liberian henchman grew suspicious of the captain's prolonged absence from the bridge. He broke the state room door open. He absorbed a kick to the chest, but managed to wrestle her to the deck. He knew about the captain safeguarding their secrets on his person but was shocked at where she had painstakingly hidden it- her G string zipper was hastily closed only half way. The flash drive was nestled deep in the folds of her sex and the leather on either side of the zipper was wet with her intimate moisture. He tried to pinch it out, but it was hopeless, like probing in a fathomless ocean trench. Both of their labored breathing had depleted the oxygen in the state room and, before they both pass out, the Liberian choked her to fainting. Wisely, he felt her pulse to make sure he could interrogate her later. He carried her and continued the probing up top in the fresh sea breeze.
The probing was futile. She had shoved it in too deeply and skillfully with her blade. Aroused by her beauty, powerful physique, and the deep jungle scent of her perspiration, the henchman felt a natural and convenient swelling in his nether region. It was time to storm the item out with his monsoonal flood. He tore open his pink silk shirt and belt buckle and started to ravish her.
She was awakened by his gigantic thrust, not surprised that her insides were already lubricated from her earlier excitement. She welcomed him, his warrior energy, his animal muscle action, the swell of his hot veins rubbing every fold and nook in her cave as the walls, soft yet firm, contract around his monumental column. She was growing confident that she was gaining control and he has not yet noticed. It helped that good doctor had shielded her fertile cave with a fem-cap. A real ninja is prepared for such intimate invasions.
As the ninja lady fell into the sea, her body convulsed. She was having an orgasm. This was the first time she lost some control while on duty, so she quickly pressed her thighs together and clenched her pelvic muscles. She could feel the flash drive swimming wildly in her lady tunnel, heated by his boiling seed. She fantasized about the fem-cap breaking and she would give birth to a world-class warrior: half African, a quarter European, and a quarter Asian. She recalled that she was an intended product of a violent erotic game, during which a European assassin was tested for his instinct and endurance. He delivered his seed, but he did not survive.
Success. She let out a joyous cry as the sea enveloped her. Neptune and all the sea creatures had never heard a more beautiful note. The waves caressed her every pore and carried away her sweat and essence. Dutifully clenched, her strong orifice prevented the sea water from rushing in and making love to her. Dear Neptune, she thought, I’ve had enough lust for one day.
In his lustful zeal, he had forgotten to alert the crew. So careless. He even forgot to search for her hidden weapons, nor had he noticed that she maneuvered their bodies toward the railing. It was too late! He blasted her undulating valley with his seminal tsunami. Through his fluttering eye lids, he could see she was raising a knife between her slender fingers. With warrior cunning, he dodged the flying blade and their sculpted bodies parted with a sound like succulent fruits being hacked apart. They painted the bright blue sky with the glittering spray of their love juices.