Alex Parrish (Quantico)

Timothy Stoop was a secret asset for the CIA. Right now, he was little more than a theoretical tool. A powerful tool that needed to be fully trained and studied before being unleashed. But, that changed when Alex Parrish

blew up Grand Central. She had eluded capture and was making the government look incompetent as they failed to punish the perpetrator of this attack. The CIA had a covert team in the game, who were getting hits on her location but never quickly or specifically enough to get to her in time. As failure after failure piled up, they decided it was finally time to unleash the asset.

Alex was spotted in Boston. Tim was shipped there immediately. As soon as he hit the city limits, Tim stopped time. He began the grueling process of going building to building, floor to floor looking for her. When Tim found her in a massage parlor, his rage was hard to overstate. The idea of this terrorist taking a spa day after what she had done to the country while he spent so much time looking for her was enough to make the blood boil. Ever the good soldier, he stuck to the plan. He shrunk the radius of the time stop down to just this room and radioed the CIA that they were ready for extraction. He quickly received word that it would be a couple hours before they were there and everything was in place.

He sat there for a while just looking at Alex. After a while, the disgust settled and he was able to see how beautiful she was. Indeed, the whole country had had a similar reaction to her. Tabloids called her Jihadi Jane and the Bombshell Bomber. Well, it didn’t take him staring much longer for the thought of how nice those pillowy lips would feel around his cock. At first, it was more of an intrusive thought, but it slowly became an insatiable urge. And who would care anyway. She was a terrible person that needed to be punished. Waking up to a sore throat and a lingering taste of cum wouldn’t be anything compared to what she deserved.

He walked over and pushed his thumb into her mouth, opening it up to the upcoming intruder. He points her face upwards a bit so she’s almost looking him in the eyes, mouth open like fuck doll. He whipped out his dick and smacked her in the face with it several times, letting the fleshy blows rain down on her dumb terrorist face. He liked how his dick looked on her face; he liked it so much that he took out his phone to get a picture of her face being smothered with his dick. He kept it out to capture a clip of him starting to prod her thick, soft lips and then slowly slipping in. At this point, any thoughts of capturing the moment disappeared as he threw his phone to the side and started to focus on the experience at hand. He started to thrust a little but without any gagging or breathing concerns, he quickly let loose. He was fucking her throat like a pussy, like his personal pocket pussy. No restrictions, he just let her have it. In the heat of the moment any thoughts of hiding evidence were completely absent from his lust-addled mind. So when the moment came, he pulled out and busted all over her face.

Tim pulled back to admire his work. Seeing the beautiful woman coated in his cum was an amazing sight. But as his rational mind started to return, he realized that he had sprayed evidence of his misdeed onto his victim. He quickly started to look around for something to clean up the mess. He didn’t see anything until he looked down and saw his own hand still holding his semi-erect dick. Just like before the seed for perversion was planted in the back of mind, but unlike before, he didn’t fight it. Instead, he stepped up to the frozen female, pointed his not so little firehose at her cum covered face, and started to piss on her. He did his best to get everything including the little bit that was on the inside of her open mouth, but it was a little harder to aim since he had become fully erect doing this dirty work. When it was all said and done, the cum was washed away but he had accidentally gotten piss on her shirt. He decided the only thing to do was remove it. People got naked massages right? Although since he removed her shirts, he figured he had to remove her bra and pants as well. He unclasped the bra and reached under her to try to pull it out. Pulling the bra predictably turned into groping her boobs. He could have kneaded her big soft tits for hours, but the CIA would come calling soon and he needed to get going. He stopped the **** on her front and went around back to pull off her pants. He could already tell she had a nice ass with the pants on, but he was stunned at what was revealed when he took them off. Almost without thinking he started to spank her butt with alternating hands; enjoying the jiggle and the irony of this badass woman having her great ass played like bongos. He wished that he could see the look on her face if she ever found out what he was doing to her.

It occurred to him that he could see her face if he were to just unpause time. Of course, if he did that, he would be stuck in the room with one of the most dangerous people on the planet. But maybe if he just unpaused for a second, just enough to see her reaction without putting himself in actual danger?

He set his little plan into motion. Pulling off her panties and positioning himself over her with his hand right outside her pussy. In a choreographed 2 second sequence, he unpaused time, stuck half his hand into her vagina, and whispered “Nice to meet ya” before repausing time.

He ran around to the front to see her reaction. As pleased as he was with her shocked face, he was anxious to fuck her in earnest so he took a quick pic and then went back for the main course. He lined himself up and entered slowly, enjoying the pinnacle of his conquest. Despite the stoppage of time, it seemed that her body could still react because Tim could feel her getting more and more wet. As each thrust met a little bit less resistance, he compensated by quickening his pace. He reached and grabbed a handful of her hair, eager to really ride this bitch. The walkie crackled, alerting him that the team would be ready for extraction in 5 minutes. A bit of a bummer for sure, but Tim was worked up enough already to make it work. He rode the alleged bomber harder than a bronco. Manically thrusting and enjoying the sight of her jiggling and rocking, Tim was a man possessed. As he grew close to cumming, he knew he couldn’t bust inside or spray on her back. He needed to do it somewhere his CIA fellows wouldn’t spot it. Luckily, the idea stuck him in the nick of time. He sprinted around to her face, gave it one more cock slap for old time’s sake, and then shoved himself as far down her throat as he could before starting to nut. He tried to spray it as directly down as possible so that she would be **** to dispose of the evidence for him.

He had only just closed her mouth and zipped himself up when the CIA alerted him that the extraction team was there. He opened the door and unpaused time so the team could swarm Ms. Parrish before she could do anything. In the chaos of the capture, only Tim noticed the face that Alex made as her senses returned. The dumb slut must be so confused. As Tim watched the hot agent turned terrorist be loaded naked into the waiting van, he couldn’t help but wonder if he could localize his powers enough to effect the back of the van only without messing with the driver.