TITLE:  Hot FBI Woman 
SPOILER WARNING:  None.  Really. 
RATING:  NC-17 -- at least. 
CONTENT WARNING:  Sex.  Lots of sex.  Lots and lots and lots of sex.  In fact, 
you could say it's pretty much ALL sex.  Did I mention the sex? 
CLASSIFICATION:  V, also H (I hope); also M/S, um, I guess the word would be 
lust. 
SUMMARY:  You knew those letters were all written by real people, didn't you? 
  
Hot FBI Woman 
by Brandon D. Ray 
  
  
Dear Penthouse: 
Like most people, I never expected to have an experience that would be worth 
writing to you about, but boy was I ever wrong. 
First, some vital statistics:  I am 5' 2" tall, with short red hair, blue eyes 
and a lean, muscular body -- and decidedly female.  I have to stay in good 
physical condition, as I am employed in the field of law enforcement, and I 
never know from one minute to the next when I might be called upon to swing into 
action -- so to speak! 
I work with a man who I'll call "William".  William is everything a woman could 
ask for in a man:  Tall, dark haired, a well-muscled chest, and oh, an ass to 
die for.  Naturally since we work together in life-and-death situations on a 
daily basis, we had never done more than exchange double-entendres.  Until last 
Friday, that is. 
William and I had just got home from completing a difficult assignment in 
another state.  (I should mention that our duties have required us to travel to 
all fifty states, and to some foreign countries.)  I was dead tired, and William 
and I parted company at the airport.  I wanted nothing more than a nice hot bath 
and early to bed.  Little did I know what was in store! 
I got home and dropped my luggage in my room, and immediately started running a 
bubble bath.  While the tub was filling I went back in the bedroom and stripped 
off all of my clothes.  I stood for a moment looking at my body in the 
full-length mirror.  It's a pretty good body, if I do say so myself:  I may be 
short, but I have a slim waist and high firm breasts.  My cunt hair is thick, 
red and curly. 
Unfortunately, because of my hectic professional life, very few men have had the 
opportunity to explore my body, which has caused me to have something of a 
reputation as an ice queen around the office.  Little do they know that I'm 
actually a firecracker, primed and ready to go off at the least provocation. 
Settling into my bath, I gave a sigh of contentment, and lay back and closed my 
eyes.  Idly, I let my fingers play across my breasts, gently tickling and then 
pinching my nipples.  I felt a special warmth start to spread through my body, 
starting from my cunt.  I moved my left hand down to service that area, as well, 
while continuing to pinch and tickle my nipples with my other hand. 
Oooh!  My hand moved through my cuntal folds, tickling the labia, taunting and 
teasing, before finally zeroing in on my hot, ready clitoris. 
"So, Swanson, is this your idea of a hot time on a Friday night?" 
My eyes flew open in surprise, to find my partner, William, standing in the 
doorway grinning at me.  "Morton!" I said -- for although we have worked 
together for more than five years now, we always address each other by our last 
names.  "What are you doing here?"  I knew I should feel embarrassed to be 
exposed like this in front of him, but I was already so aroused that adding a 
man to the equation -- even my partner -- didn't seem like that bad an idea. 
"I got back to my apartment," he explained, "but there wasn't anything to fix 
for dinner.  So I thought I'd drive over and see if you had anything I could 
eat." 
I raised my eyebrows at him, and said in a low, throaty voice:  "Why don't you 
come over here and find out?" 
I didn't have to ask twice.   The next thing I knew, William had stripped down 
to his skin.  His cock stood out at right angles to his body, proud and erect 
and at least eight inches long.  I licked my lips in anticipation as he 
approached the tub.  "Why don't you go on with what you were doing?" he 
suggested.  "I'll just stand here and watch for a little while." 
The idea of William watching me masturbate was incredibly arousing!  
Immediately, my hand sought out my cunt again, and I started furiously going at 
it.  I was already hot and wet inside, and having William there in the room, 
watching me, his eyes following my every move, just made it better and better.  
Looking up at him, I saw that his right hand was gently stroking his rock-hard 
cock.  Already, a tiny bit of fluid had emerged at the tip. 
I had to have it.  Rising up on my knees, I delicately licked the tip of his 
cock.  William groaned with pleasure, and so I did it again, eliciting another 
groan from his beautiful, pouting lips.  I imagined what those lips would feel 
like browsing across my cunt, nibbling at my clit, and I groaned, too.  Through 
all of this, my fingers kept up their frantic dancing. 
By now my entire body was throbbing with desire, and I knew that my orgasm was 
near.  Without warning, I engulfed William's purple-helmeted soldier of love, 
burying my nose in his pubic hair and swallowing the head. 
"Yes, Swanson!  Oh, yes!  Suck it baby, suck it suck it suck it, suck me dry!"  
His words spurred me on, and I started moving my mouth back and forth, back and 
forth, sliding his cock in and out and in and out, using my tongue and lips to 
their maximum effect.  Suddenly, his whole body seemed to tense, and then he was 
shooting his precious, hot jism into my mouth.  That pushed ME right over the 
brink, and the most tremendous orgasm of my life was exploding from my cunt and 
spreading outward, seemingly at the speed of light, to envelope my entire body 
in wave after wave of pleasure. 
Finally, the earthquake seemed to subside.  I gave William's cock one more soft, 
loving kiss, and lay back in the tub.  He leaned against the wall, looking down 
at me and gasping for breath.  "Hey Swanson," he said between gasps.  "I thought 
*I* was the one who was going to get something to eat!" 
Needless to say, we adjourned to the bedroom, and had hot, passionate sex 
throughout the night.. 
Well, Penthouse, that's my story.  We haven't done anything like it since; we 
haven't even talked about it.  But if you publish this letter, I'm going to 
leave it on William's desk, and see if it will provoke another night like that 
one.  If it does, you can be sure that I'll write and tell you all about it! 
                                                                                 
        --D.K.S. 
                                                                                 
        [Address withheld at author's request] 
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"Hey, Scully -- what's this magazine doing on my desk?" 
  
  
  
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