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As I consoled Natalie the best I could, I was looking forward to hearing from our contracted psychiatrist to call her. Also I arranged through our operations desk, the immediate recall of Charlie Mason and Henry Wang. Both were former seals, and Henry had more psychological operations training than our team combined. They would be bound to Dulles soon, and wheels up for Las Vegas. Agent Sebastian Christian agreed "rest of the week off for his performer." He wasn't happy about it, but when psychotic ex boyfriend's with records like Thomas try to reconnect, it's the ultimate red flag. While yes he tried the innocuous brush by with the letter, our operations center by going through CCTV, showed him in a blue Chevy Malibu close to Natalie's neighborhood. This matching vehicle was seen near the movie studio too, and he was escalating.
Natalie was finally able to sleep. She took an Ambien, and I fired up the computer again. Going through the threat assessment matrix, and working via email with another contracted forensic psychiatrist, I built an action plan to deal with Thomas. Looking at his criminal record, it showed a history of violent offenses, along with weapons charges. He got a sweetheart deal on the weapons charges, as all were dropped due to testifying against a arms dealer. Yet he was a felon, and was not supposed to have a firearm. I had no doubt he was violating this, and after analysis with colleagues, all signed off on our action plan. It was a mixture of prevention, but also reaction too, as Mason, Wang, and I were going to confront him at the motel he lived in. Definitely time to visit the devils den.
The next morning I cooked pancakes, eggs, and got some strawberries out. Making coffee Natalie came in wearing that nightie. We hugged. A nice kiss to start the day. She was so grateful that I made us a breakfast, and that a psychiatrist named Nancy would call her in about 30 minutes. Also she was happy that two of my guys would be posted at various points, and that a plan to confront Thomas was underway. We had a nice meal, and after she talked with Nancy, she let me know "I feel better, plus she's sending a prescription here." "Good Natalie, as you deserve to be yourself and happy." She gave me a kiss and a hug, and as the sun came up to be its brilliant desert version, I was told that "I'm going to take a shower, be in my bedroom in 20." This ought to be fun.
As I heard the water flow, I got on my computer to check my guys flight statuses, and any alerts. All was quiet, but a contracted guy sent pictures of the blue Malibu at the motel listed on the action report. I emailed a "thank you," and for the amount paid, this was a good value. He drove a Lyft car, so nothing to arouse Thomas or anyone else's suspicions. Also he had several vehicles and disguises, and I saw why he was recommended. My plan was later today, or tomorrow morning around 4 am, to show up at the motel room with Charles and Henry. This was when most let their guard down, and I was resolved to taking care of this asshole professionally. That could change based on his behavior, but I figured we'd come in stacked up the way we had learned in the military.
As I typed away into a document, I heard her voice. "Terry I meant it when I said twenty minutes." Oh wow she sounded like music, and looking back my eyes saw a revealing Natalie. Wearing a blue bikini, I loved her athletic lithe body, and her long hair and green eyes had me hypnotized. "Come in here big boy." Watching her sexy back and ass in those bikini bottoms, I followed like a salivating dog would to bacon. Inside her room she smiled at me, closed the door and started to kiss me profusely. Her lips were magical and made my knees weak. Our tongues danced and her eyes, that perfume that screamed feminine, had my knees weak. I had to have her and right now, as my balls ached with a hard on revealing a lusty desire to get it on. Her hands around my shoulders, mine up and down her face, her lips and succulent perfume riled me up. Hormones galore and all over the place, as she in her bikini with that smooth glamorous body, I just had to be inside her showing her the manliness I was capable of.
She had glitter on, and was painted up so pretty. And when we kissed and I moved my hands into her panties to feel those shaved balls, the moaning said I reached the correct destination. Oh yes her eyes rolled up and soon I had her bikini off. Her perky small breasts felt so good in my hands and mouth. She was catatonic as I licked around and then brought her red nipples in my mouth. More kissing as I fingered her hole, and now with the lube I slid more fingers in than one. Spanking her ass I said in a whisper as she took my clothes off, "you're going to be nailed." A big grin said this is what was wanted, and as I sat on her king sized bed, Natalie got on her knees.
Oh my. She put her fingers up and down my shaft, and soon was deep throating my engorged sex organ. A natural in every way. All the way in her mouth and I watched those red lips and tongue make a seal of unbelievable sensations. The heat and intensity were out of this known universe, as I watched her lap up my precum extending off of her lips. She kept going down and up my cock, and I literally screamed when she went down and said "I love how your dick tastes." That feminine seductive voice, the aura of her perfume, and the lips that just seemed to have a unheard of PSI.
I was shaking and my teeth were chattering. Sensory overload as the feeling of desire increased even further, and I finally threw her on the bed. On top of her we grinded together, and my overwhelming muscle and weight crushed her little frame. Yet Natalie took it, and as I raised her shave legs to penetrate her, she had a look of anxious fear. The anticipation yet is that big cock going in? Yes it was as I slid into her hole, and didn't let up at all. Pure aggressive fury. Sure I gave her a few, but began wailing away with every bit of my cardio and exercise induced power.
All I could feel was heat and tension, and her insides stretch as my throbbing thick manhood went further and further. Holding on to her hips she squealed with delight, and we were looking at each other as we were connected. Such a good feeling, as we were kissing again. She touched my balls hanging out of her, and I couldn't help but make my long tongue go into her mouth further. Our collective body heat could turn wind turbines, as the shocking passion was off any known charts. We held hands too, as I kept pushing in and out. Finally she got on top of me, and as she slid my sex organ inside her, it was a full body experience.
My penis curved with her insides. So wet and hot, tight but stretching like as if I had a butter knife cutting through, her rear end was so wrapped around me. I held her ass up and also gripped her hips, sucking her breasts and feeling her balls on my abdomen. Soon the audible screaming started. Natalie was shaking and in another place, and came all over me. Her girl sperm continued to flow, and the sweat and fiery heat continued upwards. Kissing I knew that my load wouldn't last much longer. As she touched my very sensitive balls, I exploded inside her. It was an amazing release, and she cooed as I release my dna inside of that ass. We continued kissing and she made me almost get hard again, by saying "I love when your sperms are inside me. I'm your girl completely." We kept kissing each other, hugging, and I agreed to shower with her. A wonderful post coitus activity, and soon we both were in her kitchen. The text was received as "Tango and Zulu " were on the way. Within thirty minutes, I'd have my heavy hitters.
Natalie got cold cuts, bread, and drinks at the ready. First in was Tango Henry Wang. Late thirties he was only 5'7 and 150 pounds. Yet he was so often misjudged for this, as he was one of the strongest dead lifters seen in the gym, and still ran five minute miles. He was a beast, although he often got called Smurf by our crew. As usual we were tight, and having a nickname was part of our banter. Charlie Mason was a big man. Jet black and ripped, at 6'5 and 260 pounds, he was a physical force. Those who were deterred by his muscles, would be far more challenged by his brains. Both were Mensa IQ, spoke multiple languages, and had so many certifications it was difficult to keep up with. "We are ready for anything boss." I knew they were, and Natalie was enchanting to them. Although both were happily married, they had to admit "you found a nice transgender lady on this trip." I smiled at my guys. They would if they had the chance.
Natalie took a nap as we discussed our options with Thomas, and also any potential stalkers. Both agreed with my strategy. 4 am and a hard awakening, with firearms, threats, and surprise that would "send a message." It wasn't personal, well for me it was as I really liked Natalie, but for us we had all done this before. They both crashed on couches, and I hit the bed for our early morning wake up call. I was glad to see their new weapons bags, and with their ability to intimidate, we were going to cause this douchebag a lot of heartburn. The "no more Mr Nice Guy" was in effect, and when the alarm went off we were in the car driven by Henry.
The Lyft driver hired had texted me updates. He had seen Thomas drinking liquor by his door, and the blue Malibu was still in its spot. Hangover or not here we come. In the trunk of the Accord was three long rifles, and of course all of us had black BDU's, black t shirts, along with black headpieces that showed only our eyes ready. Pulling in close to the motel we embarked in darkness, each carrying M 16's. It was slightly chilly, and as we approached the door, we used a hammer with a long handle to gain attention promptly. Our faces covered, we heard the door creak open. I pushed through along with my guys instantaneously, and shut along with the door locked it as exercised so many times. Charlie had already duct taped Thomas's mouth. He was a scared hungover bitch, as the cheap bottle of liquor was next to him. Standing in at 6 foot or so, he was maybe 180 pounds too. As I pushed him into the wall, the guys searched for weapons or recording equipment. Nothing in there but a butterfly knife, which Charlie kept.
Henry and Charlie flanked me as I started my "debrief." This was an instant "Thomas, you will immediately stop communicating with Natalie in any way. I don't give a damn. If you're thinking about doing such, stop or the next visit you will be severely damaged. Oh yes the smell and look of fear, as he kept looking at my guys firearms. He wanted this to be a bad dream but it wasn't that, and the smell of urine was overwhelmingly bad. Yet this was a sign of success, as it meant message received. "Are we going to see, hear, or know of your existence Thomas? Are you going to leave Natalie completely alone, and focus on someone else?" "Yes," and a head nod from under the tape. He was sweating profusely and his pulse was elevated. I left the duct tape on his mouth as we walked out, knowing that our mission had been accomplished.
To be continued.