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Sarah vs Him	By : Irishdrgon Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 14752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Hello all this story is set between the end of season 4 and a season 5 where Sarah never lost her memory. She will be experiencing flashbacks throughout the entire series. The first stories are comprised of flash backs that are set in season 1. Basic Charah status...Chuck is infatuated with Sarah, and she is having difficulty reconciling her feelings for him.... now on with the fun!

Present Day: Charah Status: Married

No. Not today she thought to herself as she stared at the text on her phone.

“I can’t today”, she texted back.

“Why?” The reply came a minute later.

“Is everything ok?”

“Yes. Just not feeling well,” she replied.

“Ok. How did you make out at the doctor?”

She blanched at the text and put the phone down.

What was she going to say? Yes it went well, oh BTW I’m pregnant, and it’s yours...

She felt the tears in her eyes as her heart broke for Chuck and his impending pain for her deceit.

Why had she not ended it, she had the opportunity. She had been so foolish. She had the power to do so many things but she couldn’t end it, she played right into his hands.

Her mind wandered back...

Season 1. Charah status: confused.
Episode guide for Charah relationship: between 1 and 2....after he saw Sarah’s previous missions when he flashed on her ring.

Sarah Walker was restless and walking around her apartment like a caged animal. The week dragged on and no missions were on the horizon, so she had plenty of time on her hands. That was the worst thing possible, because free time allowed her to think, and thinking too much always led her to a dark place.

Chuck still had that frightened look in his eye when he talked to her, and that caused her to sink further into depression. She knew there was not a future for them, but there were times that he looked at her when she thought that he really got her. He knew who she was and he liked her. Not just her body, but the real Sarah...or Sam...if Sam even existed anymore.

But just as easily as those thoughts came to her mind, she realized that he didn’t really know her, because if he did then he would see the monster that she really was. She had done some despicable things for her country; things that made her feel less than human. Things that just constantly made her realize that she would never be good enough for Chuck. She was tired of always feeling so bad.  She wanted to feel good, and right now the only thing in her life that made her feel that way was “brad”.

It had been a week since their first encounter, and although Sarah knew she shouldn’t pursue him, but she just couldn’t get him out of her mind. She had tried to convince herself that her infatuation with him was because she lost control, and she was pursuing him just because she wanted to reassert her control. To prove to herself that she was still the ice queen and the previous encounter had been a fluke. But deep down she knew the real reason.. I need to feel better and he makes me feel better...I need to see him.

Her investigation of him had been very thorough; and she knew everything about him now, his name, who he was and what he did for a living. She knew about his medical history, and fortunately his job required that he had yearly physicals, so she also knew about any medical red flags. She was thankful that there were none as she didn’t want to contemplate having been exposed to an STD. Again she scolded herself, loss of control.

She knew about his family, his girlfriend and her family, and even about his financials. There was also some very surprising information, which pointed to a strong probability that his life would intersect with Chuck’s in some way. Prudence demanded her to stay away from him, and indeed the information she had now told her that she must definitely stay away, but she couldn’t help herself.

The week dragged on and no missions were on the horizon, so she had plenty of time on her hands. Chuck still had that frightened look in his eye when he talked to her, and that caused her to sink a bit further into depression. She needed to see Brad, and she needed to see him tonight.

She knew “Brads” schedule backwards and forwards. On Tuesday nights, he would head home from work to have dinner with his girlfriend, and then go to the gym to play tennis. The court was unsupervised and open 24 hours. His girlfriend worked the night shift on Tuesday, so he often played all night, using a ball machine when everyone else went home.

She observed him leave his home and go to the gym. It was late, about 12am, so she went home to get changed. She slipped on a very tight white singlet, which contoured her beautiful breasts and clung to her body like a second skin. She then pulled a short white tennis’s skirt over her thong panties and checked herself on the mirror. Satisfied that her look was exactly what she wanted, she picked up her racquet bag, slid on a long coat, and went to the gym.

At precisely 2am she walked into the gym and showed her ID to the sleepy desk attendant.

“Anybody using the tennis court,” Sarah asked.

“Yeah I think there’s one guy up there,” the attendant yawned.

“Great,” Sarah said and headed upstairs to the court.

As she passed through the glass lined rooms stacked with fitness equipment she saw that it was completely deserted. Apparently everyone had gone home, and the only people in the entire place were a sleepy desk attendant, Sarah, and her quarry.

She watched him through the window a bit as he returned the serves from the machine. As she watched him play she admired his physical talents, using strong legs and a powerful chest to drive the ball over the net. She hadn’t taken the time to really appraise his body before, but now she certainly was.

She took off her coat, and then went on the court to join him.

He was facing away from her when the door opened, and was so invoked in his cane that he never noticed her come in.

“Hello Brad,” she said, and he immediately jumped from being startled.

“Oh...you scared me I...Oh hi! How are you doing,” he smiled as he recognized her.

“I’ve been good. How about you,” she said returning his smile.

“Good. Busy with work, but pretty good. Wow! You look great,” he said as he looked her over and felt his cock begin to stir.

“Well thank you,” she replied sweetly.

“Do you play tennis? I’ve never seen you here before,” he asked.

“Well I’m new to the area. I used to play in college, and I’m looking for a place to join. A place where I can get some real competition.”

“I’ve been thinking about you,” he said as he tired of the small talk.

“Have you?”

“And what have you been thinking?”

“That I want to see you again,” he replied as he took a step forward.

“Well you’ve seen me,” Sarah replied.

“That’s not what I mean. I think you know what I mean. And I think you want to see me again too,” he said.

“Oh really? And why do you think that,” she said stiffly.

“Because you’re here now,” he said as he took a step forward.

Things were progressing much faster than she had anticipated, as he basically forced the issue immediately. She needed to control the situation; she needed to assert her dominance.

“I’m just here to play a game,” Sarah replied.

She stood firm as he closed the distance until there was barely an inch between them.

“What game,” he asked as he looked at her delicious body.

“Tennis,” Sarah said.

“I’m not one for games Sarah. When I know what I want I go for it,” he said.

“I promise you will like this game,” she said softly whispering in his ear.

“Tell me your name and I’ll play,” he said.

“Ok I will, after we are finished.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“Of course not,” she said playfully.

“I warn you that I don’t like being lied to. Just so we understand eachother.”

“I understand,” she replied.

“What do I get if I win,” he said.

“A trophy,” Sarah replied.

“What trophy would that be?”

“Well if you win, you will find out,” she said seductively as she lifted up her skirt and exposed her thong to him.

“Deal,” he replied.

They were tied at a set a piece, and as the third one began, Sarah was putting on a master class in seduction.
Every time she made a comment, or lingered while bending down to pick up a ball the effect would stymie Brad’s concentration and cause him to lose a point.

He would stare at her sweat covered body; her singlet sucked down with perspiration and molded to her breasts, and tried to focus, but he couldn’t. He would see her bend down to pick up a ball and see her thong under her short skirt saturated with moisture and desperately wanted to taste her sweet juices and thrust himself deep inside of her again.

She had the upper hand in the match now and needed only two more points to win. She felt the wetness between her legs, a mixture of sweat and lust, and pulled her skirt up a little higher to ensure her thong was deep in her pussy. She slowly walked to the end of the line and made her serve.

It was an ace, and he was powerless to stop it as he was mesmerized by her raw display of sexuality. He grabbed the ball and threw it back across the net, more than a little frustrated at his lack of stopping the point.

It was now match point and she needed something special to win. Before her final serve, she slowly walked over, and bending down very slowly, looked at him through her legs.

His cock grew to steel with the view of that perfect ass,

and in serious need of relief when she fired the next serve, he barely moved from his position as it fell in for match point. He threw his racquet down in frustration, as she smiled at his reaction.

“Well I guess you won," he said as they met at the net.

She remained silent and looked deep into his eyes, almost like she was looking at her favorite meal at a restaurant. His breathing became more labored when he saw the way he looked at her.

She knew what she wanted as she looked at him. She wanted to feel better. She wanted to feel the way she did before. She wanted to surrender control.

“Yes,” she finally said.

“But you did cheat a little by distracting me,” he said with a little edge to his voice.

“So what is your name?”

She remained silent and unnerved him the way she just kept looking at him. Her magnificent body was saturated with sweat, and her predatory eyes looked down at the large erection in his shorts.

They were standing in the middle of the court, facing each other. She took a step forward, and felt his bulge brush against her stomach as she closed the gap between them to mere inches.

“So what is your name...,”

“Shut up,” she said.

“Get on your knees!”

He jumped and did as she said, surprised by her tone.

She took a step forward, and raised her skirt. He could clearly smell her arousal as her saturated thong moved closer.

“Now. Open your mouth,” Sarah breathed huskily.

His nose was just an inch away from her covered mound and as he inhaled her aroma he began to gently lick her panties. Then he gripped her perfect ass, pulled her to him, and took her pussy into his mouth.

“Take me,” she moaned softly and threw her head back, as she surrendered her control to him again.

He felt her legs relax and gently eased her down into a sitting position, and moved her thong to the side. When Sarah felt his tongue on her now naked pussy, she began to force his head deeper into her. His tongue sank further and further into her, eliciting high moans of passion to escape from her lips.

Just as she was about to release, he stopped.

“Don’t stop, she said as she tried to savagely grab his head and force him back to her pussy.

“Tell me your name,” he said.

“No don’t stop. I need it,” she cried and squeezed him in her legs.

“Tell me your name,” he repeated.

“No...please...don’t stop,” she moaned.

They repeated this cycle for a good five minutes before he decided to push the envelope even further.

“Your name,” he said as he gently caressed her clit with his tongue.

He mind was a mess of resistance…don’t tell him Sarah…that name is too close…don’t let him take it…no Sarah! No!

Then he slipped a finger inside of her and finally broke her resolve

“Oh God....Samantha! My name is Samantha, she cried as her pussy begged for release.

He pulled her thong completely off and then dove back into her, until her felt her squirm and begin to moan. He slowly circled his tongue inside of her and gently massaged her clit, as he clamped his hands firmly around her waist. She moaned with delight and gently stroked his hair as he continued to feed on her femininity.

Suddenly she bucked, as she reached the pinnacle of her passion and waves of pleasure engulfed her and spread out through every inch of her body.

Sarah layback and slowly spread her legs, anticipating and allowing him to enter her. After a few seconds however; she opened her eyes as nothing seemed to have happened.

“You are a liar Samantha,” he said as he looked down at her.

“What?”

“You lied. You didn’t tell me your name freely,” he said as he turned and began to walk away.

“Wait! Where are you going,” she said as she grabbed his arm.

“I’m leaving,” he said.

“No! Why?”

“Because I don’t like being lied to, and I don’t like cheaters.”

“But Wait! I didn’t cheat!”

“You didn’t win fairly Samantha!”

“But I need you to stay,” she cried.

“Why?”

She was silent for a moment and he could see her struggling to admit her desire.

“Why do you need me to stay Samantha! What do you want from me? I don’t like to play games Samantha. I like women who know what they want,” he said as he saw her focused on his crotch.

Sarah hesitated for a moment, but as she saw that he was about to speak again, she looked him in the eyes, and then grabbed his crotch.

“This is what I want,” she said as she squeezed his cock through his shorts.

The more she squeezed the harder he became, and the more excited she became.

“Take it out,” she moaned.

“No you don’t deserve it.”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Why do you want it?”

“Because I want you to fuck me,” she said as she unzipped his fly and pulled out the massive object of her lust.

She took her hand and placed it on his shaft and began to stoke slowly.

“Samantha I didn’t give you permission to do that,” he’s said.

She made no response just began to stroke him harder and faster.

“Stop,” he said firmly.

“No! This is what I want. I want to get fucked. I want you inside of me! I want you to fuck me with this fucking thing!”

“No Samantha! Stop,” he said as he pulled himself away from her.

“Why!”

“Because you didn’t have my permission and now you must face a penalty,” he said as he walked away from her.

“What the fuck! What penalty,” she said with frustration.

“You must learn who is in control,” he said with an edge to his voice she was not expecting.

“I will decide when to fuck you! Do you understand?”

She was silent for a minute.

“Do you understand Samantha,” he shouted.

“Yes,” she exclaimed.

“Now you will pay a penalty,” he said as he gripped her arm and pulled her to a standing position.

“Go over to that table.”

She immediately complied with his command.

“Turn and face the wall.”

Again she complied.

“Lean over. Do it now,” he shouted.

She leaned over the table and her short skirt got pulled up, exposing her beautiful ass to him.

She heard him approach and felt his hands on her, as he began to massage her ass. She shivered as his fingers brushed against her naked pussy, then whelped as he quickly smacked her behind. Then he slipped a finger inside of her.

He kept this up for what felt like hours, alternating between each extreme, until her familiar gyrations began to manifest and her ass had turned crimson from the spanking.

He brought her to the very edge, and just when she was about to blow, he stopped. Leaving her gasping and moaning.

“Turn around.” Again she complied.

He looked at her and saw the look of lust on her face as he picked up her thong and unzipped his fly, wrapping her soaking wet thong around his cock.

“Now this is my trophy,” he said as he stuffed his cock back on his pants and zipped up.

“If you want it, then you are going to have to come get it,” he said as he turned and left her on the court.

He took a few steps and turned to look at her. She was staring at him, her eyes glazed over with passion and her breasts swelling and rising and falling with her labored breathing.  She followed his movements as he dropped what looked like a business card from his wallet, turned and left the area.

87 minutes later, he was waiting in his apartment, and smiled when there was a knock on his door.

He opened it and revealed Samantha waiting outside, and wearing a long dark coat.

“May I come in,” she asked.

He stepped away from the door to allow her access, and then closed the door behind her.

“Do you live alone,” she asked, even though she knew the answer already from her background research.

“No. I live with my girlfriend, but she won’t be back until tomorrow night.”

“Does that bother you? That I have a girlfriend?”

“I wouldn’t be here if it did,” she replied stonily.

“Well very interesting, that surprises me. Can I get you anything,” he asked.

“No thank you. May I use your bathroom,” she asked.

“Yes. Right back there,” he said, pointing over her shoulder.

“Thank you,” she said as she walked to the bathroom and closed the door.

He was downstairs stretched out on the couch watching last night’s sports highlights on one of the cable stations, when she walked into the room wearing a robe.

“Yes,” he said expectantly looking up at her.

“Could you please turn off the television,” she asked.

“Why would I do that?”

“I have something to show you,” she replied.

“You show me and then if I decide it’s worth it, I’ll turn it off,” he said with a smirk.

She took off the robe and stood between him and the TV, and he immediately switched it off.

He had never seen a woman as beautiful standing there in all her glory. Her breasts were tightly confined in the brassier and her thong cut her mound so tight that her lips were indented on the thin fabric. Her long blonde hair was pulled neatly back and her blue eyes were filled with lust.

The very sight of her caused a massive erection which begged to be set free.

"You have something of mine and I have come to get it back" she hissed at him.

"Well all you have to do is come and get it. You have my permission,” he said

“Thank you,” she said as she walked over and knelt down in front of him.

She unzipped his fly and unfurled her thong from his cock.

“May I,” she asked as she held his cock and looked up at him.

“Do you want me to let you,” he asked.

“Yes please,” she said as she subconsciously licked her lips to generate more saliva.

“Very good Samantha you are learning. Yes you may,” he replied.

There was something about the way he said Samantha that drove her wild. It caused a little tingle inside of her.  She took his cock and stroked it a few times before she opened her mouth and took him inside.

Her mouth felt incredible to him, but he knew that he needed to keep control so she would not be able to get the upper hand.

“Oh very good Samantha,” he said as he began to move his hips to match her pace.

Her blue eyes never left his as she worked more and more of him into her mouth, while he ran his fingers through her hair.  She continued her pace until she felt him begin to tense, and then increased her pace and deep throated him, while he held her tightly. The room was filled with the sound of slurping as she pounded on his massive cock.

She was beyond desire now as she pumped harder and harder on his rod, she needed him and she needed to be had by him. Faster and faster she pumped him using every bit of energy inside of her. Sweat was pouring down her back and her face, but she would not stop.

She was so far gone by now, that she took his moans as a sense of pride, and was happy that she was pleasing him. Harder and harder she thrust down on him, drawing more of him into her mouth with every thrust. He was in heaven as she continued to suck him for all he was worth, and when he told her he was close, she responded by sucking even harder.

“Samantha oh I love your fucking mouth..I’m there…,” he moaned as he erupted inside of her mouth, and she swallowed all of his seed, then after stroking him a few more times, stood up to face him.

“That was very good Samantha. You did very well and therefore you deserve a reward,” she said breathlessly.

“What would you like,” he asked.

She walked over to the dining room and leaned down on the table, once again exposing her ass to him. He got up, took off his remaining clothes, and followed her into the dining room.

She watched him over her shoulder as he approached, transfixed by the size of him. He was flaccid now, but still looked much larger than her previous lover Bryce did to her. She stared hungrily at it through lust filled eyes and knew what she wanted.

“Do anything you want to me…anything,” she hissed as she felt him pull down her thong and spread her legs a bit wider.

He grabbed her and pulled her close to him as he reached around her, cupped her breasts, and began to massage her rock hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She responded by leaning back up against him and wiggling her ass against him.

“I need you inside of me please,” she begged

She moaned deeply as he tightly cupped her breasts and slowly slid his cock into her aching pussy from behind.

"That's it go slow...oh...oh God...oh yes...slow ...yes...oh my God," she cried as she felt him thrust up deep inside of her.

She moved her hands and braced herself of the edge of the table, and as he thrust into her, began to push herself back against him to meet his thrust. He moved his hands down to her lovely hips and grabbing on, began to pound harder.

"Oh Samantha...you love this don’t you,” he said as he continued to pound into her.

She was forcing herself back against him as hard as she could, and each time felt his cock go higher and higher into her.

"Say it Samantha,” he said as she continued to slam into her.

“You...you are my trophy,” she said as she turned around and gazed at him through lust filled eyes.

He smiled smugly and almost lifted her off the floor with his thrust. She felt the waves of pleasure building up in her now and began to slam her perfect ass against him harder and harder.

"Oh......Oh God...arghhhhhhhhhhhh, she screamed as she pushed herself against him as hard as possible and felt her pleasure explode deep inside of her. He grabbed onto her waist and pulled her tightly towards him as his pleasure began to build.

"Oh Samantha....," he cried as he gushed deep inside of her.

He pulled her close to him and held her tight, with his cock still buried deep inside of her, as his pleasure subsided.

They released and kissed each other tenderly as their sweat covered bodies began to dry in the cool night air.

Sarah then quickly dressed and left before his girlfriend returned home. By the time she got back to her apartment, California sun was in the middle of manufacturing a beautiful dawn for all to see. But Sarah walker didn’t see it; nor did she hear her phone buzzing to inform her of a new mission, she was passed out on her bed, exhausted from him.
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