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Victory Gala with Tanya	By : Lanvium Category: +A through F > Command and Conquer Views: 5845 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Victory Gala with Tanya
- 1
Moscow - Eve of the Allied Victory in the USSR
The uneven rhythm of tank fire echoes through Moscow. The distinctive drone of Harrier aircraft swooping to target vital Soviet installations is heard between the constant rattling of small arms fire as the Allies take Moscow, district by district and street by street.
The war is all but over. You await around the perimeter of the Kremlin, as unusual as it is for the Higher Commander of the Allied forces to be on the ground, you feel the risk worth it - the last pockets of Soviet resistance have been encircled and are being pounded relentlessly. You were there at the beginning, and you want to be there at the end.
The main door to the Kremlin swings open, a detachment of SEALs and GIs march forward, a handcuffed bedraggled figure in their midst - wearing boxer shorts and a sweat stained singlet stretched over a rather un-communist looking girth.
Leading the group is special agent Tanya. You take a moment to subtly look her over. Perhaps THE best agent in the field. Her body (from what you can see of it in the tank top and khaki pants) is toned and tightly muscular. Her visible stomach muscles contort as she marches forward, her full and impossibly firm breasts bouncing slightly in the tight tank top she is wearing. Her nipples are clearly visible, standing erect in the cold air of the Soviet Capital.
'Commander?' she says as she approaches.
You start, shaking yourself back to reality.
"We got him" she says. The smirk on her face shows that she knew exactly what you were thinking a moment before. You're clearly not the only one entertaining such thoughts - behind her, the full contingent of SEALs and GIs along with Premiere Romanov are taking the opportunity to admire the swell of her hips, toned back ad perfectly formed ass. Not that they would try anything - the last soldier to make an unsolicited advance ended up with a broken arm and some sever impact trauma in the groinal region.
'Tanya, good work'. You reply, fighting the colour that threatens to rise into your cheeks. 'The advance force is withdrawing back to our Florida base, we've enough troops coming in through the Chronosphere to secure the city and with Romanov- ' Romanov jerks his head away from Tanya's ass at the sound of his name. '-We should be able to force a surrender before any of Soviet armies can organise a counterattack'.
A distant and massive explosion echoes somewhere to the north-east. As the ground shakes you catch a glance of Tanya's tits bouncing in the upheaval, the nipples retaining their firm points, visible still through her tank top.
'Fantastic' she replies with a grin. 'Not that I think we couldn't whip the rest of then, but I'm rather feeling like a holiday'. She spins suddenly, pirouetting on one foot and delivering a swinging hook into Romanov's gut, bending him double. 'That's for looking at my ass. Keep your eyes to yourself svoloch'. Romanov staggers from the blow, vomiting on his already filthy singlet, both the GI's and SEALS snap their heads and eyes directly forward - away from Tany's ass, tits or body - with a truly incredible acuity.
Tanya stretches her neck side to side. 'Right, shall we go? Let's shake it baby' She says with a grin. She leads the procession back to your base in the northern district of the city. As she walks ahead you take the opportunity to see what so fascinates your troops and the leader of the Soviets both.
You can't blame them for looking. Tanya has a perfectly shaped ass, firm and moulded, filling her tight combat pants. The khaki fabric shifts and stretches across it with each step she takes. You imagine what it would be like to fuck. How that tight muscular flesh would feel against your cock. Your dick begins to harden.
You do make sure that you are out of easy punch range though.
*******
Upon your return to Florida you are taken immediately via a private jet to Washington DC, with barely time to splash some warm water on your face. Tanya was to follow shortly afterwards, having some business she needed to attend to.
The de-briefing goes by in a blur, the only anomaly being the sudden disappearance of Yuri - head of the Soviet Psychic Programme, and his psychic corps. A concern to be sure- but not a major one, the war had been won after all.
You retire at midday to your assigned quarters - a complex several miles away from the White House. You collapse on the couch, falling asleep to the TV flashing shots of your victory and the capture of Romanov.
The sound of a landing helicopter awakens you from where you had fallen asleep. It sounds as if it is landing right outside. On reflex, you reach for your gun - before remembering that the war is over. The doorbell rings and you get up, still a touch groggy, to answer it.
Tanya is standing there in front of the copter, wrapped head to toe in a coat.
'Enjoying being a hero Commander?' she asks with her usual smirk.
'You know, I have told you before to call me- .
'Nah, I like Commander. A hero needs a title, you know?' She says grinning. 'Well when you're done patting yourself on the back I have a little proposition for you. The president has invited you... us, to his victory gala at the white house'. The corner of her mouth twitches in a smirk and she raises an eyebrow. She shrugs her coat off. 'I thought maybe you'd want a ride...' Underneath she is wearing a tight form-fitting black dress. The shape of her tits are clearly visible, and you can trace every firm curve of her body.
'Oh and for heavens sake, hit the showers... soldier' She says with another smirk. She turns and walks back to the chopper. It could be your imagination, but you swear she is swaying like that on purpose, the tight fabric of the dress shows more than he khaki combat pants ever did. You can see the muscles of her tight firm toned ass clearly, images flash in your mind of bending her over, pulling up her dress and fucking her from behind right here on the ground.
She turns, raising an eyebrow.
'Nice helicopter, you say'. Not the best save, and her habitual smirk shows she knows it too. But you had just woken up and she's amazingly hot - you're lack of eloquence is forgivable.
'Shower' she mimes.
Looking at the rips in your uniform and the dried blood encrusting you, you race back inside to shower and dress. Your cock hard at the image of Tanya in that black dress.
*******
"... and so with the spirit of our Forefathers.... free market economy.... tax cuts.... trickle down.... triumphed over evil communism.... God bless America!"
You are brought back to reality by the applause following the end of President Dugans speech. You were barely listening anyway. Tanya is seated next to you, running her right hand up and down your thigh, always stopping just short of your dick. She's breathing hard, lightly rubbing her pussy under the table with her other hand. Her nipples are hard against the sheer fabric of her dress, and she is purposely leaning forward to give you a nice view of her ample tits.
People begin to stand to file into the banquet hall. Luckily you were provided with a peaked cap to compliment your dress uniform, currently pressed into service to hide your erection.
'Let's ditch this' Tanya whispers in your ear. 'My idea of a celebration isn't sitting around listening to politicians congratulate themselves for the next four hours'.
She grabs you by the hand pulling you after her. She seems to know where to go and after crossing through a few rooms and climbing a flight of steps she pushes open a door along the left side of a corridor. Inside is a guest bedroom, generally reserved for important guests.
You figure that you are both guests and of some importance, so fuck it. You close the door behind Tanya as she pulls you into the room.
She wraps a toned arm around your head, pulling you close and aggressively kissing you. A kiss that's far more sexual than romantic. You wrap your arms around her body, feeling how lean and toned she is. For all the feminine sexuality she exudes there is nothing at all soft about her.
'Rip my dress off' she hisses. You start to undo it from the back when she hisses again, 'No! Just rip it off, tear it off me and fuck me'.
You're a touch hesitant to rip it. It's a nice dress. On the other hand, what's underneath is nicer. You grab the bodice with your hands and pull downwards. There's a tearing sound as it rips open - freeing her firm tits. She gasps. Her face is flushed, breathing sharp and she reaches to her tits and pulls on the nipples alternating one then the other, each pull stretching the nipple and firm tit globe forward before letting it spring back to her chest.
She moans. 'Tear the rest off. I wanna get fucked'.
The top half of her dress is now hanging ripped from her hips. She continues to pull on her nipples as you grab the bottom half of her dress and rip it in two. She lets out another gasp.
Now completely naked, she stands back and cocks her head at you with a smirk as you take in her body. She rubs her pussy, the moisture is visible on her hand. Tanya is remarkable example of human fitness. Her shape is unmistakably feminine, but her muscles are sharp and defined under her skin. Her breasts are large and full and sit with engorged nipples above her toned torso and muscled stomach.
You hastily pull your clothes off, popping more than a few buttons on your shirt. As you kick you socks off she pushes you to the ground and mounts you, sliding onto your erect dick, letting it fill her sopping cunt. She moans and wiggles herself on top of you, your dick engulfed by her. Her toned body flexes as she runs her tongue across her upper lip. She raises herself up, a wet sliding noise as her pussy grips your dick. She raises herself so the tip of your cock is just held inside her cunt, and then thrusts back down - a loud moan escaping her lips. 'Ah, ah, mmmphf mmmphf' she moans as she bounces up, down, up down, her tits swinging and slapping against each other with an audible thwack as she bounces on your dick. You run your hand along her toned stomach, feeling the defined muscles before you grab her hips with both hands, using your strength to slam her body down hard as you push with your hips penetrating as deep as possible.
Abruptly, she spasms. The contraction of her pussy walls against your engorged dick threaten to push you over the edge too. Quickly you switch your thoughts to something non-Tanya-fucking-related. You try to remind yourself how annoying Krakens are. That seems to do it, and as she slows her gyrations you overcome (barely) the urge to blow your load inside of her. She remains on top of you, your dick as hard as ever in her contracting pussy. She is grasping her tits hard, pulling them upwards, eyes closed in ecstasy.
'Oh don't think I'm finished commander....' She grins as she releases her tits. They flop back down with a slap. Finger marks evident in their soft flesh. 'I think I'd like to take a better look at that cock. It's gonna be spending some time inside of me after all'.
She pushes herself to a standing position with her legs. You push yourself up too - reaching for her ripe tit-globes. She sneaks a hand to your dick as you squeeze and press her tits, pushing them together and tugging at her engorged nipples.
Tanya pushes your hands away and slides her sweat sheeed naked body against yours. Her tits pressing against your lower chest. With deliberate slownes she slides down your body, lowering herself with just her thighs. The play of muscles in her ass visible as she lowers herself to a squatting position.
"Oh very nice" she says "Very very nice". She jerks your cock with her right hand, still lubricated from her cunt. "Mmm, all wet from me... not QUITE wet enough for our next... mission. We can fix that" she flashes her eyes up at yours with a smirk.
She sticks out her tongue a places it at the base of your cock, just above the balls. She draws her tongue up, maintaining eye contact with you as she licks your dick from bottom to top. Looking as if she savours the taste of her own pussy juice. She draws her tounge back the other way, letting spit ooze from her lips to lubricate your dick.
Your hands cradle her head, stroking her hair - you're well beyond rational thought at this point.
As she reaches the top of your dick again she opens her lips and allows you to thrust inside her mouth. The head of your dick fits in easily enough, although she is obviously having to stretch her jaw a fair bit. She puts her hands on your thighs controlling the depth to which you can penetrate and the speed in which you can thrust. Soft squelching sounds are made as you pop the head of your dick in and out of her mouth. Her lips wrapped in a perfect O around your shaft. Each time your thrust forward she sucks hard at the head of your cock, her cheeks going hollow as they are sucked in. Simultaneously her tongue dances on the underside of your cock head. Licking in a front to back motion.
As you push your dick in again she puts her hands on your but and pulls you in. Your dick slides into her mouth and down her throat until her nose is pressed against you pubes. You pull back and she gasps in a breath, your dick is slimy with spit and strings of saliva still connecting to her mouth.
She never breaks eye contact. One her her hands is between her legs, stroking her pussy.
'Fuck my throat! As hard as you like! Go!' Tanya commands as she opens her mouth wide again. You thrust back in, hard. Enjoying the tight wetness and the spasms of her gag reflex as it flexes and pulses against the length of your dick down her throat. You pull out and slam it back in.
'Mmpf... Mmpf... Uhmpf' She groans, any actual words she is trying to say are muffled by the dick jamming in and out of her throat. Saliva covers your dick and bubbles out of her mouth in sticky strands, dripping down her neck onto her big tits, glistening stickily.
"Reckon that's wet enough soldier?" Saliva bubbles from her mouth.
"For?" You say. Not that you don't know what is coming next.
"Fucking my ass. Field fuck as we say." she answers. She wipes the fingers of her hand through the trail of saliva and spit across her tits, lubing them up and then begins fingering her asshole.
"Field fuck?"
"Oh yeah. Out on a mission... feeling horny, no condoms... don't wanna get yourself pregnant in the line of duty"
"Get that sort of urge often do you?"
"Yeah, well it's amazing what the possibility of imminent death can do to a girls libido" She gets on all fours, and turns her shapely toned ass towards you. She looks at you over a shoulder. "Fuck my ass" she says.
Your dick is still raging hard. You move behind her, dropping to your knees and press the engorged tip of your cock against her tight puckered asshole, you push gently, probing. Her sphincter muscles grip the head of your cock as you push through them.
"Just fuck me, I've done this before - no need to be gentle Commander!' she says.
You push your dick relentlessly forward, through her tight asshole and deep inside of her.
"Ahh yeah" she groans with pleasure.
You pull your dick out and slam into her again. Your hands trace the arch oh her back and move along the sides of her body to her flaring hips, her firm toned ass sticking up and wrapped around your cock. You start thrusting in and out. Tanya's moans indicate you're doing the right thing.
As you push into her ass she pushes back using her tight anus muscles. With each thrust she pushes back. Her anus is tight ring of pleasure around your dick, tightening as you push - the feeling is exquisite.
She shudders under you, the rough anal stimulation enough to bring her to orgasm. You feel your own orgasm coming on, with each thrust you push harder until Tanya's head is against the floor - her pert ass sticking up high as you fuck it savagely. Closer, closer. You take your hands from her waist and reach around to grab swinging tits. You squeeze them savagely, using them to pull her body back onto your raging cock.
"Ahhhhugh" You groan as your cum splatters insider her. Your final thrust is of suck force that her head smacks into the ground. In her moaning state she doesn't seem to notice or mind. You thrust hard a few more times, riding the afterglow of your orgasm.
You lie there on top her her, your dick still in her ass. Both of you panting like some sort of animal. After a moment you withdraw, pulling your spent dick out. She rolls over onto her back and grins at you, your cum dribbling out of her stretched asshole. "Wow. That's the sort of gala I like" She gasps.
When you breathe returns you say, "How exactly are we going to get out of here... I did kinda destroy your dress, and we can't have you walk naked back to the chopper."
She laughs, "I'm special agent Tanya and you're now considered one of the greatest strategic minds in history - we can figure something tactical out."
*******
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