Swallowing heavily, Rob thrust into Janet's pussy. He rammed into her, keeping his pace steady. She cried out and his hands went over her erect nipples, causing her to shudder and squirm. She whimpered as he fucked her pussy.
Meredith licked Janet's pulsing clit. Rob's wedge of cock received its lashes, too. She washed his balls with foamy spittle, letting the excess dribble over his inner thighs.
Darlene bounced on Marc's lap. His balls spanked her buttocks. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on that rigid hardness inside her and that satisfaction it provided.
"Fuck me," she breathlessly panted, "fuck me!"
Chapter One
Vanessa Storm's eyes were huge with wonder as she toured the phenomenon known as the Internet. A procession of menus led her from one screen to the next, offering a wealth of information by the keystroke or mouse click.
As a secret agent for the Female Undercover Ring, otherwise known as F.U.R., she seldom had opportunity to explore cyberspace. Normally, she nabbed international jewel thieves, obstructed the sale of nuclear weapons or put counterfeit money producers out of business.
The government, however, always promoted the use of that medium as a means of dispatching vital messages. It protected them through encryption, which required the input of confidential passwords before its contents could be read.
Vanessa sat before a high-powered computer with a handsome technician to guide her. Dave Rossow had been assigned to teach her the fundamentals. Vanessa had no knowledge of the medium or its assortment of terms, such as the "Wide World Web," "e-mail," "gateways" and "hypertext." Although immersed in her tour, she couldn't help noticing how cute he was. She divided her attention between the colorful display and the tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed stud. In studying the thick, long fingers at the keyboard, she experienced a surge of desire.
Vanessa caught his eye, too. Mounds of fiery red hair framed beautifully sculpted features. She had dazzling green eyes, luscious red lips and high cheekbones. Her huge tits, jutting over her lap, tapered to a tiny waist and narrow hips. Of average height, she exuded a sexiness men couldn't resist. Trained professionals such as Dave found their concentration impaired by her set of curves.
"Always type in lower case," Dave advised, "when sending a message. Devout Internet users define the use of capital letters as shouting. They will often overload the offender's mailbox with e-mail, called 'flaming', as a consequence. That would result in kicking you out of the Internet."
Vanessa shook her head. "I pity the novice."
Dave chuckled. "Barring an understandable mistake such as that, it's an exciting mode of communication, and quickly becoming a world standard."
"I see you're coming along with your lessons," Rebecca Smith observed, joining them. Rebecca orchestrated many assignments for F.U.R. agents. The voluptuous blonde had scheduled Dave as Vanessa's tutor and monitored her progress.
"She knows how to use the Web Browser and gather information," Dave reported. "I'd say you could turn her loose."
"Excellent." Rebecca perched herself on the edge of the table, brushing Vanessa's thigh. Rebecca's azure pupils locked with hers. "I believe you're prepared to take on B.O.N.E."
B.O.N.E., or Brotherhood of Nefarious Enterprises, was an organization F.U.R. closely watched. Its members regularly launched diabolical schemes that were deemed hopeless for the CIA or FBI. Vanessa, having battled several of their operatives in the past, was easily qualified.
Rebecca's smile stirred Vanessa. She'd always thought the voluptuous blonde a delicious package. Her lust fluctuated between the hunky technician and the stacked coordinator. "You might have wondered why the Internet has figured so prominently into your new assignment."
"I've been curious," Vanessa admitted.
"B.O.N.E. has been blackmailing several large corporations for the past few months. Their team of technical wizards developed a program that penetrates the various password levels to their databases. By infiltrating them, they have the power to access restricted information. Their secrets can be sold to the highest bidder."
Vanessa shrugged. "Why don't they beef up security?"
"They've tried, but B.O.N.E. has outfoxed them. Even worse, they produced a virus that can be transmitted via electronic mail without detection. The most sophisticated virus-protection filters can't seem to recognize it. Those unwilling to pay have been subject to contamination. This isn't an ordinary virus. It not only destroys their database, but infects the circuitry of their computer networks. They've trashed millions of dollars in equipment."
Vanessa let out a whistle. "Nasty."
"With knowledge of that magnitude in their grasp, they could bring virtually every government to its knees. Locations of nuclear weapons, classified files, and the like would be at their disposal. We believe they have even mastered the skill of altering records, which in itself, could be devastating. Their operation must be halted."
"It's rather amazing that they've defeated every conceivable password mechanism," Vanessa pondered. "They must possess extraordinary expertise."
"Uncovering and ending that aspect to their stratagem is your objective. Thus far, B.O.N.E. has targeted Big Business. We believe they will expand into governmental control. We need someone of your talent to crack this case."
Vanessa smiled. "I'm flattered you selected me. It's an honor to represent such an important cause."
"You've succeeded where others failed. It seems natural to select you from the list of candidates. Your beauty and resourcefulness have been a winning combination in the past. We're convinced of its necessity to crush B.O.N.E." Rebecca scanned her succulent body. The striking blonde did not disguise her attraction. "I can understand the nature of the enemy's weakness."
Rebecca's blatancy set her pulse in motion. Vanessa stirred in her seat, envisioned her pussy in that blonde's mouth. Vanessa's lust did not discriminate between the genders. During a mission, seducing a female opponent could be crucial. She enjoyed women in addition to men. Typically, the rougher sex held greater appeal. For the sake of variety, however, she occasionally crossed over to women.
Dave's thigh pressed hers under the table. Vanessa sensed his feedback to Rebecca's thirst. A woman's perceptible craving could inflame a man.
Vanessa assumed they had heard delicious rumors about her. Her explicitly documented achievements were accessible in F.U.R.'s history files. F.U.R. maintained graphic details of every mission, including its sexual aspects. Given their raw expressions, Rebecca and Dave must have recently digested some steamy passages.
They were the sole occupants of the computer room. The bustle of F.U.R. headquarters did not preclude a sudden intruder. Vanessa was notorious for instigating mischief. The soul of spontaneity, she initiated sex without much contemplation.
The tension culminated into a surge of unchained passion. They temporarily shelved the gravity of the mission in favor of their burgeoning lust.
Vanessa rose from the chair just as Rebecca descended upon her. The blonde's thumbs slid under the straps of her tight fitting top. Vanessa could feel her hot breath fanning over her cleavage. Her nipples appeared pink and enticing. Rebecca's mouth went over one.
Vanessa moaned as she lashed it. "Oh, yeah."
Dave stood behind her. Cupping her mound, he dragged her to his crotch. Vanessa shivered at the press of his boner. It dug into the crack of her ass. Holding her fast, he rotated his hips. That swollen cock ground into her susceptible flesh.
Rebecca was on her knees, yanking down Vanessa's shorts. Damp, red pubes curled in her face. She kissed the feathery hair, then opened the moist folds. Slowly, she traced the borders of Vanessa's cunt lips. Her tongue slowly inched into its pink center.
Vanessa closed her eyes. Rebecca probed her crevice, scooping its honey. She had no choice but to yield to that wiggling tongue. It caressed her pussy. Her wiggling tip dispensed bubbles that popped on her tremulous walls. Each exhaustive sweep saw the removal of that foam with her mingled juices.
Dave brought Vanessa's hand over the bulge in his pants. Vanessa enveloped that rigid swell. She trembled from the heat it emanated. Enclosing her hand, he coaxed her to stroke his thing. Her palm rubbed against it.
None of them could stand it a second longer. The weight of their desire propelled them to the floor. The carpeting wasn't entirely comfortable, but it allowed for an efficient arrangement.
Rebecca went down on Vanessa. That nectar-rich pussy entered her mouth. Her lips rippled over her sodden flesh, sucking its juices. Vanessa moaned from her silken whips. Rebecca explored her quivering depths, giving rise to Vanessa's prolonged gasps. Her lavish licks urged an uninterrupted flow.
Propping his back to the desk, Dave observed Vanessa's approaching tongue. His cock jutted, thick and tall, from his pants. He prepared for her initial dart. She descended upon his bulbous cockhead. A light dab of saliva touched his velvet skin.
An observable fluctuation in Dave's breathing resulted. Vanessa waited until his shiver passed. During that time, Rebecca whisked over her clit. She clenched her teeth as she dragged her serpentine tip from one delicate spot to the other. Rebecca used precision. Each curl brought dazing delight.
Vanessa returned to Dave. She orbited the jutting rim of his bloated crown. He pulsated in her grip. Gently, she massaged him. She tugged that taut skin over the network of veins. He stiffened to a heightened degree. His bone-solid dick curved through her fist.
Dave's chest expanded and contracted. He groaned from her manipulation.
Meanwhile, Rebecca pursued her enlarged clit. She smothered that firm dot with sloppy kisses. Vanessa throbbed against her lips. She licked her button, producing an abundance of tart seepage. Rebecca lapped her outpouring joy. She thumbed the stretched cunt lips, squeezing the moisture from them. Tightly drawing her folds, Rebecca thrashed Vanessa's burning clit.
Dave's cock blurred. Vanessa could scarcely keep sight of it without that flood of delicious chills running through her body. Upon regaining her presence of mind, she resumed the job of satisfying Dave. She pulled on that inflexible mass, mustering his grunt. His hard-on screamed for more tongue.
Dave's shirt was unbuttoned. Those enhanced abdominals flexed at her flickering tongue. She fondled its muscular definition before latching onto his inflamed member.
Her veering tongue tip hooked the hefty ridge of his domed head before her hot, sucking lips took over. She drew powerfully on his rigid cock.
Dave groaned from her slick embrace. Elevating his hips, he thrust into her mouth. He craved her pleasing swirls. His hand went over her head and pushed down. She took more cock. His lips curved with contentment. Her tongue delivered hot, wriggling love. His salty heat enveloped her. She wove up and down his length, absorbing that tasty cock. Each descent ended with a fluttering sweep.
Dave trembled as she increased her intake. She studied his expression while mouthing him. He fluctuated between bliss and agony. He battled to keep his eyes open every second he was buried in her face. His dick emerged from her slobbering embrace, wet with spit. Her lips swooped over that section, cleaning her bubbly evidence. She swerved up and down his length, granting pleasure.
He watched his dick disappear into that red ring. Her tongue compressed him before he hit the roof of her mouth. Hot air filtered around his cock. Again, he yielded to her hungry pull. He groaned from her fierce suck. She navigated him into her throat. She ran her tip back and forth over the protruding vein of his underside. That to and fro movement spurred him to cum. Only by a thin margin did he refrain from exploding.
Vanessa watched him flash white teeth, then gasp.
"Oh, yeah," he whispered, arrested by her brutal suck. "Don't stop."
Rebecca's gliding tip hindered Vanessa from fully driving him out of his mind. She could not escape its determined path. Her pussy oozed with desire. Rebecca eagerly consumed her juices after whipping her clit into a frenzy.
Vanessa wrapped her legs around her head. Her heels dug into her back. Rebecca's blonde mane spilled over her lap. Flipping it over her shoulder, she permitted Vanessa to view her oral feast.
While torturing her with some lingering slurps, she inserted a finger into Vanessa's sticky cunt. In and out it swooped, providing a new thrill. Vanessa whimpered. She loved being pumped by Rebecca's unrelenting digit. Her tongue never deserted her clit. She licked that pulsing button while finger-fucking her.
Perspiration formed at Vanessa's temple. She was close to cumming.
Dave rotated his hips to vary Vanessa's mouthfuls. She sealed his cock in a layer of foamy spit. He quivered beneath the crackling froth. After it dissolved, he was left with a glistening sheen.
"Mmmmm," she huskily murmured, tracing the veins on his upstanding shaft. The strain of his excitement projected them. Her saliva gave him a shiny glaze. After notably moistening that section, she dipped to his balls. She offered that taut pouch with foam spittle. Her slurps brought ticklish delight that evolved into guttural bliss.
"Yeah, baby," he muttered, writhing from her persistence. "Lick them. Use your tongue to make them wet."
Rebecca shivered at Vanessa's oral artistry. She fantasized having that tongue making sweet love to her pussy. It made her lick Vanessa harder. Vanessa shivered as her tongue went nonstop for several rapturous moments. It revolved around her clit before launching an attack. Her finger plunged into those hot loins, eliciting a gasp. In and out of that squishy hole her digit went. More of Vanessa's woman flavor trickled onto her scurrying tip. Her silken thighs brushed Rebecca's cheeks.
Cupping Rebecca's head, Vanessa humped her face. She held her fast. "Oh, yeah," she sobbed, pushing her cunt into Rebecca's mouth. "Swallow it."
Rebecca breathlessly obliged. Vanessa's saturated membranes melted in her mouth. She downed that batch of honey.
Rebecca's rubbing lips and throttling tongue made Vanessa moan. Electricity flowed from her clit massage. Rebecca's bobbing head twisted in her grip. She couldn't maintain her concentration with Dave and endure Rebecca's oral jolt.
Orgasm seized Vanessa. She thrashed against Rebecca's trained tongue, unable to shake its wiggle. It snapped at her vibrating button, sending Vanessa into orbit.
Vanessa's fingers tensed around Rebecca's head. A sweet dizziness overtook her. Rebecca's lips would not detach, no matter how fiercely she squirmed. Her clit continued to receive its swirling torture.
Dave's cock stood at a pulsating height. He languished from inattention. His fingers coiled around it, nursing the wild beat Vanessa engendered. He was painfully hard, aching to cum.
Smiling, Vanessa raised her tits. The plump nipples were aimed with effect. Those warm, clinging breasts surrounded his big dick. He gasped while tucked in her luscious cleavage.
"Yeah," he grunted.
Tightly enfolding him, Vanessa began her pleasuring stroke. She worked her hugging boobs up and down his length, drawing his choked gasps. His bloated crown emerged from her fleshy groove. Vanessa exacerbated his excitement with some intermittent licks. His cum slit emitted a thick pearl of jism after several tormenting lashes. Parched for his manly fluid, Vanessa swallowed it.
Rebecca climbed onto his face. Her pussy settled over his mouth. Her folds divided over his mouth. "Lick away the frustration, baby."
Vanessa watched Dave's tongue extend into his pink center. Within seconds of its entry, Rebecca's lips rounded. She threw back her head and rode his mouth. She could hear his noisy consumption.
Although distracted, Dave savored Vanessa's tit embrace. The clasp of her soft flesh drove him wild. He glimpsed those distended nipples while swallowing Rebecca's tangy trickle.
Vanessa's lips encompassed his mushroomed head while her tits fucked him. His shaft slid through her sweaty groove, receiving pleasurable friction. She bound it tightly, pressing her satiny flesh to its conglomeration of veins. She sustained the momentum, wanting to drink his cum.
Rebecca's eyes fell on her. "Fuck him with those tits," she gasped, lifting and dropping herself on Dave's gulping expression. "Faster. Oh, yeah, faster."
Vanessa could tell he was about to shoot. His pulsations, compounded by Rebecca's feverish ride, led to that conclusion. "Do it. Jizz me. Squirt all over my tits. Cum on, baby. Splatter me."
The aroma of cunt, linked with Vanessa's manipulation, sent Dave over the edge. His tongue froze seconds before he spasmed. Rebecca's moist snatch went back and forth, seeking his lazy tip. His groans were muffled by hot squish. Bearing down, she pushed juicy pulp into his mouth.
Vanessa moaned as his jism splashed her nipples. She alternated her position so that he spent himself evenly over her heated flesh. She took him in her fist and milked the last gooey drops. She smeared his ejaculate over her rock-hard nipples. That hot, sticky substance glazed her flesh.
Rebecca whimpered, shifting on his face. Despite his bewilderment, Dave managed to get her off. He darted at the quivering flesh that filled his mouth. She didn't need much. Madly rotating her hips, Rebecca peaked. Her gush of happiness went down his throat.
Vanessa luxuriously stretched her limbs. "Fun's over, gang. It's time to kick some ass."
Chapter Two
Jon Monroe and Claudia Blake sat across the conference table, awaiting a response. The two programmers from Swift Corporation�Rob O'Shay and Marc Waller carefully considered the package presented them.
"You want unlimited access to our network," Rob repeated, as though to verify that he understood the thrust of their conversation. A towering man of twenty-five, he had dark hair and a handsome face. Standing at six-seven, he easily dwarfed them. He fanned his long fingers on the table. "Your right of entry would encompass the retrieval of password-protected files."
Claudia, a gorgeous brunette of twenty-eight, nodded. She dressed like a corporate power player: tailored suit, matching accessories, pearls. Her erect posture, calm disposition and modulated voice made her an excellent negotiator. Her blue eyes sparkled when addressing them. "We're offering a generous sum to each of you for that privilege."
Jon, her associate, studied the men with unbending intensity. Limiting his amount of spoken words, he preferred to read his audience. Eye contact and body language were meticulously analyzed. Jon was reliant upon gut instinct. A striking man, he had light-brown hair, blue eyes and a youthful complexion. Few people accepted his true age as thirty-six. Clad in a navy blue suit and paisley tie, he appeared the consummate executive. His gold cuff links and Rolex watch flashed beneath the overhead light.
Marc, the other programmer, cleared his voice. A rugged looking man, his blond hair was tied in a pony tail. A decade older than his partner, he promoted a casual air. "You're asking us to commit treason. Your offer is nothing more than bribery."
Claudia's lips curved. "You needn't attach ugly words to our proposal. We are sensitive to the element of risk involved in your collaboration and have taken every precaution to screen you from it. Our private limousine drove you here. We conducted all telephone conversations on lines that were proven bug-free. We generated no pieces of traceable correspondence. No evidence has been left behind. It is highly doubtful the authorities will ever learn the truth. In spite of all that, risk was heavily factored into your remuneration bundle. That is why it is so lucrative."
Rob shook his head. "I'm afraid we must decline. We can't afford to become entangled in your plot."
"That's absurd," Claudia mildly scoffed. "Our organization is generously rewarding you. You'll be perfectly safe, your reputations intact. You have nothing to fear."
"Regardless what you think, justice will prevail," he maintained. "How could we possibly betray our company? Who else could Swift blame once you began infiltration? They would invariably point at us. The money is meaningless if we have to spend a chunk of our lives in prison."
Her brow went up. "You doubt our organization's ability to preserve your innocence?"
Rob somberly regarded Marc, then said, "We're sorry, Miss Blake. No deal."
She sighed. "There's no chance of reconsideration?"
They shook their heads.
Claudia referred to Jon with a look of resignation. "I'm afraid we've exhausted our talks. These gentlemen refuse to cooperate."
Jon motioned to the guard at the door. He opened it to admit a group of men dressed in mechanic suits. They projected a grim disposition. Three gorgeous women followed, carrying notebook computers. They giggled amongst each other while glancing at the programmers.
"What's this about?" Rob blurted.
Marc looked equally puzzled.
"Seize them," Claudia instructed.
Several pairs of hands enclosed their arms. The programmers looked from their captors to Claudia and Jon. Neither registered sympathy.
"Shall you do the honors," Claudia asked of Jon, "or I?"
He shrugged. "This is your show. By all means, be my guest."
She beamed, then opened her purse. From it, she withdrew a metal disc. "You were offered an opportunity to work with us. You rejected it. B.O.N.E. still requires your assistance. We must now extract the desired information by force."
"What is that?" Rob asked.
"It is equivalent to truth serum, but a thousand times more effective. It attaches to the forehead. Once affixed, it sends electronic impulses through your brain. The knowledge we seek will pour from you as though it were a spigot. You'll be incapable of censoring or omitting a single item. The stimulus supplied distills the truth. Believe me, you will feel it penetrate every cell. Needless to say, we have had a hundred percent success rate. Nobody can withstand its power."
"That's inhuman," Rob protested. "A violation." He jumped in his seat, only to be restrained by the guards. He struggled, but their steel grip made escape impossible. He glared at Claudia. "Your organization is evil, and you're psychotic!"
Claudia ignored his insults. She walked up to him, brandishing the disc. "You will initially feel some discomfort. Once your brain has adjusted to the electronic impulses, it will be quite unnoticeable."
"Keep away from me," Rob snarled, his handsome face turning ugly. He tried wrestling free from the guards�to no avail. They pinned him to the swiveling chair.
Claudia merely laughed, then stuck it on his forehead. Rob groaned. His eyes rolled up into their sockets. The guards released him as he slumped into the chair. His head rolled from side to side. Uttering inarticulate sounds, he appeared to be battling the impulses that mentally arrested him. In the end, he yielded to its strength.
Marc, watching on in horror, saw that Rob made no attempt to bolt. The cohesive metal disc penetrated his resolve. Rob broke into a drenching sweat, mumbling as it probed his mind.
Claudia turned to Marc. "I haven't forgotten you." She produced another disc from her purse.
Taking stock of his distressed partner, Marc said, "I wish to recast my decision."
"It's too late. The negotiation period has expired. You will wear a disc, too."
He fought as the disc came toward his head. The guards prevented him from fleeing. Their hands tightened around his muscular arms. "No," he pleaded, wanting no part of that brutal object. "Don't."
Claudia's lips broadened. "Yes," she said, securing it to his clammy forehead. "Yes."
The instant it made contact, his pupils curved into their whites. His low groan signaled his relinquishment. He slid back into his seat, delirious. The guards disengaged their hold on him. He was in no condition to leave the table.
The women smirked at each other. Even in their helpless state, they judged the programmers attractive.
Jon Monroe, lacking emotion, resided over their subjugation. He glanced at Claudia. He recognized the rush attaching those discs gave her. Her flushed cheeks and pressed lips supported that conclusion. She savored the power. B.O.N.E. had selected a lethal representative when appointing her to the cause. She visibly got off on her victims' expression upon the device's introduction. The disc, in her case, was a phallic symbol.
The programmers were struck by that familiar fever. Their heads pitched about as they shifted restlessly in their chairs. Their arms were suspended at their sides, their fists clenching and unclenching. The discs drained them of energy. Eventually, they achieved optimum frequency.
Claudia, looking upon the incapacitated men, dismissed the guards. She had no further need of them�the discs enfeebled her victims. She dispensed with the formalities. "Let's get down to business, gentlemen." She reclaimed her seat while gesturing for the secretaries to boot their notebook computers. "Access the Internet, ladies. We're going to explore Swift Corporation's gateway, with the help of our distinguished guests."
Darlene, a voluptuous blonde and Janet, a succulent brunette, launched into cyberspace. Each clicked through a series of menus that navigated them. Their eyes flickered from their individual color displays to the men. They discounted that they had gone slack in their seats with discs connected to their foreheads. They were oblivious to their tormented swelter and indistinguishable babbling. Their obvious virility, however, struck a resounding chord in each woman. The secretaries essentially licked their lips at the two appetizing programmers.
The third secretary, Meredith�a foxy redhead�swung her chair between the two men. She examined their faces while jotting down notes on a steno pad. Her eyes lingered on Rob O'Shay before resting on Marc Waller. She made no attempt to mask her desire. The men visibly riled her.
"Furnish us Swift Corporation's Internet address," Claudia ordered.
Darlene and Janet's fingers danced across the keys.
"What is the first password?" Claudia demanded.
Marc monotonously muttered, "4R2Z8X5G." The girls separately typed that character string.
"And the second?" Claudia firmly requested.
"8B776GR42QX," Rob sluggishly replied.
Meredith studied the men, ensuring that the discs performed their duty. She noted no fluctuations in their voice, nor expression. Smiling, she enjoyed her analytical role. The men continued to arouse her. Their persistent groans and regular sweating made her wet.
For the next several minutes, Claudia obtained every necessary command and password. Each piece of information was electronically recorded. The secretaries informed Claudia that entrance to Swift Corporation's nucleus had been successful.
"Splendid," Claudia proudly proclaimed. "All data is compiled in our system?"
The secretaries nodded. Darlene and Janet did not refrain from glancing at the programmers. They were affected by the men's delirious condition. The animal grunts, the rivulets that ran down their faces tightened their cunts. Darlene, crossing her legs, shivered. Janet's ass shifted on the cushion.
Claudia observed the horny looks of her clerical staff. A deviant smile came to her lips. "I suppose they've fulfilled their usefulness. I'm through with them." She strutted over to each man and detached the discs. Rob let out a loud groan, Marc a protracted gasp. They regained consciousness. Still weak from their ordeal, they remained mellow. The men recaptured their focus, their pupils curving from their whites to their proper position. Their powers of reasoning were restored.
Rob and Marc were unaware that Claudia had done something to them. They had no recall of cooperating with her. Their memories were fogged. They could hardly move. The disc depleted their strength. Physically, they were whipped. That monstrous device, however, left a strange tingling in their systems. They shifted in their seats, aware of a fierce stirring in their loins.
"Yes," Claudia said, witnessing the repercussions of the disc. "You're horny�very horny, I might add." The gadget greatly enhanced one's sexual appetite. The urge to fuck was particularly strong. The body ferociously craved sex�it was the first sensation to return. The wearer of the disc was driven to seek instant gratification.
Rob and Marc could not dispute her reading. Claudia Blake spoke the truth. They yearned for snatch. They hadn't enough vigor to rise and leave the conference room, yet definitely wanted some pussy.
Rob's hand crept toward her. Marc brushed her thigh. Claudia, snickering, retreated. "I sympathize with you, gentlemen. Being a charitable person, I will supply you that comfort."
Rob bungled his effort to grab her. Claudia was much too quick.
"Unfortunately, I won't be part of that package," she huskily informed them. Turning to her three secretaries, she said, "You may have them. Do with them as you wish."
Claudia and Jon took their leave. They had a prearranged meeting with their superior. A tremendous amount of work lay ahead of them. They would issue Swift Corporation an ultimatum for money, or exposure to B.O.N.E.'s ravaging computer virus.
The girls immediately began to disrobe. Rob watched Meredith's top come off to reveal large, pink nipples. Janet lowered her panties, displaying a luscious brown nest. He swiveled in his chair, gazing at them. They raced his pulse with their delightful striptease. Gripping the chair, he watched them drop articles of clothing until their fabulous bodies were completely undraped.
"Yeah," he muttered, alert to the disturbance that embraced him. His cock quickly swelled in his pants. He couldn't help himself�they were too sexy. Throwing his knees widely apart, he did nothing to mask his inflammation. He wanted them to see the size of his dick.
"Let's get him naked," Meredith suggested.
Smirking, Janet agreed.
Darlene knelt between Marc's legs. He studied the slender fingers that delicately eliminated his belt, unzipped his fly, then yanked off his pants. Urgently, she rid him of his silk briefs, too. His hair-dusted thighs surrounded her luscious nudity. Those huge tits billowed, the nipples pointed. He swallowed roughly as she began licking his cock. He groaned as her tongue lavishly swept his length. Her blistering tickle elicited his groan.
"Mmm," Darlene purred. "You taste good."
He clasped the back of her head and steered her to its tip. Her breath fanned its mushroomed shape before heat and moisture closed over it. "Oh, yeah," he groaned as those lips overtook him. "Suck me."
Meredith discarded Rob's shirt while Janet removed his pants. They assisted the six-foot-seven stud onto the conference table. He lay across its broad surface without a stitch.
Meredith shivered in anticipation. Rob's smooth, muscular body turned her on. Led by lust, she straddled him. Her velvety tush settled on his lap. She rubbed her buns over his firm contours, moaning. Her nipples were an inch from his mouth. She ground her red fluff over his cock and balls.
Rob ran his hands up and down her silken thighs. His temperature steadily climbed.
Meredith pressed herself against his muscular frame. Her red fur mingled with Rob's dark thatch. His plump organ squashed against her stomach. Rob's enormous hands roamed Meredith's delicate vertebrae, sampling her firmness.
"I want some, too," Janet whispered to Meredith. The stunning brunette moistened her lips with her tongue. "You're monopolizing him."
Her associate kneaded his bone-stiff shaft. That big dick overshadowed her dainty fist. "He's big enough for the both of us."
Marc shut his eyes as Darlene stuffed him in her face. He ached to watch those sexy lips devour his cock, but the joy that went through him made that impossible. He lifted himself from his seat, feeding it to her. He fucked that tight ring molded to his throbbing member. His dick floated in her pool of saliva. After she thoroughly rinsed his taut flesh, her lips receded. Her fingers curled around his shaft. Air hissed through his clenched teeth as she massaged him.
"You're so hard," she remarked, pulling on it.
Marc could not argue that. His dick was like rock. Those lips made him acutely rigid. His skin was stretched taut around that pulsing thing. Her stroking fist occasioned his gasps. "Put it back in your mouth."
Darlene opened wide. Marc emptied his lungs of air while filling her mouth.
Rob cupped the top of Meredith's head and pushed down. She slid down the length of his body, dragging her nipples across the oak conference table. Her wet pussy squeaked over its surface. His meaty cock jutted in her face. Pursing her lips, she seized that immense bulb. Rob rose in her mouth, increasing her intake. Loosening her jaws, she accepted its massive width. Adjusting to his immense diameter, she greedily sucked.
"That's what it wants," he groaned, jerking his hips at that beautiful face. "Suck. Oh, yeah. Suck." He watched it disappear. Meredith expertly mouthed him. Those lips latched onto every conceivable inch. Those blue pupils focused on him while she gorged herself. Their dull, moist cast reflected her saturation.
Meredith ejected his rigid cock a moment later. Boosting her tits, she sandwiched that monster in her satiny cleft. His pulsations excited her. He was a man she longed to please. She smashed her tits to that cock and commenced rubbing it. Her nipples winked at Rob. She wanted him to see those pink extensions.
Janet, not to be upstaged, nuzzled Rob. Her fingertips skimmed his smooth, sinew-rich thighs. Given his height, Rob had sprawling limbs. She palmed his nipple. Her fingers cruised his developed pectorals. He shuddered when her digits danced across his abdomen. To clinch his pleasure, she nibbled on the base of his neck. She licked and bit his ear lobe, then traveled to his mouth. Once there, she lowered her tongue into it. He teased her back. She massaged his shoulders while sucking face with him.
Meredith stroked his cock with her tits. Her velvety cleavage offered satisfying friction. His knob turned a purplish hue. Her flesh enveloped him like a sponge, tugging his tightly drawn skin.
Extending her tongue, Meredith slurped his cock bulb. His immediate shiver encouraged her. Crushing him in that saturated groove, she alternately caressed and kissed his hard dick.
"Do you like being fucked by a pair of tits?" Janet whispered. Her scratchy tone sent delicious chills down his spine. "Is it nice being smothered by her boobs?"
"Christ," he grunted. Her tweak produced an electrical current that zipped to his toes.
"Suck his dick," Janet commanded Meredith. She fondled Rob's biceps. "Take him down your throat."
Meredith removed his engorged cock from its berth. Rob, intensely swollen, went smoothly into her mouth. Her zigzagging tongue slapped froth to the bottom of his shaft. She made it halfway, pausing to collect her breath. Her lips buzzed against his skin. Spittle dribbled from her clasped borders.
"Oh, yeah," Janet taunted. Her nails grazed his shoulders. "Suck him, baby. Suck that big dick."
Janet watched Meredith's fiery tresses bob as she gorged herself. Her pussy got juicy from all that lip activity. When she couldn't stand seeing it protrude from her mouth another second, she pushed Meredith away. Bubbly saliva coursed down Rob's cock. Strands of spit bridged from his bulbous tip to her quivering lips.
Janet panted, eager for her share of him. Meredith had that thing much too long.
Blowing him was not her intent. She wanted all that man between her legs. Moving over his steep cock, she positioned herself for entry. Her back was to his face. She deprived herself of his ecstatic look during penetration. Her cunt opened, preparing to take him. Ample juice spurted from her sodden core. Slowly, she sat on him.
"Yes," Janet moaned, receiving that wide, solid shaft. Her ass gyrated, working him into her hungry folds. "Oh, yeah, baby. Fill me with sweet cock."
Rob shut his eyes during its burial. Janet was hot, tight�crushing him. Her nails grazed his flesh while she fit him into her cunt. He savored her push. Janet, adapting to his thickness, yielded to his tunneling shaft. She squealed with joy when he smashed his balls to her inner thighs.
"Yeah," Janet whimpered, encasing him. "Oh, yeah." She moved to and fro, surrounding his probing member with tickling mush. The squeaking sounds of pussy meeting cock echoed in the conference room.
"Take me," he groaned. That snatch swallowed him whole. Those drenched lips no longer hesitated at the midway point; they slithered over his tall cock. He sensed her willingness to immerse him. His dick twitched in that warm, binding snatch. "Take all of me."
"Ohhhh."
Meredith lay with her tits cushioning her body across the conference table. She watched them fuck. Rob stuffed himself into that juicy muff. He arched his back, cramming every last inch into her cunt. Janet constricted around that rooted mass. Their collective moan stimulated her.
Sitting in the other chair, she watched Darlene swallow Marc. Her cheeks bulged with his meat. Excess saliva dripped from her lips. Up and down that shaft she coasted, driving him insane. His hair-rough thighs trembled around her nude body. Darlene caressed their bristles while mouthing him.
"Keep going," he urged her. "Don't stop."
Darlene's visible hunger made that prospect remote. She snapped him up in ravenous mouthfuls. Her moist lips pumped him. His reddish purple dick emerged with its glistening sheen. Tiny bubbles popped over its pulsing surface.
Unable to contain the sensations that brewed inside, Meredith fingered her clit. Her love button tingled beneath her swirl.
She jiggled while studying her seductive comrades. Janet's glazed eyes and rounded lips propelled her digit. Darlene's abandoned consumption of Marc accentuated her bliss.
Perfumed seepage flowed from Darlene's loins. Her pussy ached for something hard and filling. She craved that agreeable friction Janet enjoyed while enclosing Rob. He jammed himself between her slim legs. An ecstatic yelp arose. Janet's disorientation gave her the shivers. Meredith yearned for that fat cock to explore her sensitive pussy.
Darlene stopped sucking on Marc and mounted him. Although he hadn't entirely recovered his strength, his cock felt like steel. It stood ready for her voracious snatch. Marc groaned as her pussy smothered him.
"Yeah," he muttered. "Sit on it. Grease me with those juicy lips."
Gyrating her hips, Darlene drove him to the bottom of her cunt. That thick column climbed inside her. She surrendered to its pulsing rise. "Oh, yes. I want every bit of you in my pussy."
Meredith's finger went faster, digesting both perspectives. The girls lazily humped the men. Their asses moved to their partners' satisfaction. She saw each expanded rim glide over its slippery surface.
The aroma of Janet's pumped snatch wafted. Meredith heard Rob jamming his cock into that wet orifice. The soft pelt of his balls caught her attention.
"Oh, God," Janet cried when absorbing him. Stale air whistled through her teeth. Rob's thrusts brought a circle of stars. She hugged herself to his man's body, pleading for more. Rob reared back and delivered a toe-curling wallop. His cock felt incredible in her pussy; it deeply stroked her.
Enfeebled by overwhelming lust, Meredith ran her tongue over Janet's clit. She licked the honey from that enlarged dot. She inched lower, whisking over Rob. Briefly he halted, savoring her flutter. His shudder excited her. She tasted Janet on his tight skin. Her juices blended with his manly flavor. Meredith rinsed Janet's moisture from his protruding shaft. Sweat mixed with cunt made a savory combination.
She did not restrict her lapping to those firm testicles. Meredith slobbered the wedge of him bulging from Janet's pussy. She cleaned the tenacious lips that wrapped Rob.
Janet screamed with pleasure as that snakelike tip wiggled over her. Meredith's spontaneous flutter heightened her joy.
Meredith's slurps overpowered Rob. The tongue that tormented his main vein carefully washed his balls. Voltage charged through his body. His feet swept back and forth on the table from that thrill.
Janet moaned with frustration. Rob regarded those glossy eyes when she turned toward him. She needed only a little more of his cock. He had almost made her peak.
Swallowing heavily, he jerked through her pussy. He rammed into Janet, keeping his pace steady. She cried out from his brisk tempo. His hands went over her erect nipples. Gathering her tits, he lifted and dropped her onto his balls. He pressed his palms to those throbbing pebbles. Janet whimpered as he sliced into her pussy.
Meredith licked Janet's pulsing clit. Rob's wedge of cock received its lashes, too. She washed his balls with foamy spittle, letting the excess dribble over his inner thighs.
Darlene bounced on Marc's lap. His balls spanked her buttocks. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on that rigid thing inside her and that satisfaction it provided.
"Fuck me," she breathlessly panted. "Fuck me."
Marc groaned from her ride. Those slick lips oiled him. He could hear them noisily rub his stiff cock.
Janet abandoned herself to Rob. His hard thing awakened her every cell. She savored her luscious ascent. It's gratifying slide into her sopping pulp triggered a flurry of tremors.
Rob watched, as well as experienced, her answer to his lunge. Her grip on his cock was steadfast. She loosened and tightened around him. The cum stirred in his balls. He shoved himself at her, causing her ass to shake. His balls thumped against that satin flesh.
"Yeah," he grunted, spearing her faster and faster. The sex revitalized him. He saw his strength return. "Come on, baby," he muttered. "Now."
Janet raked him with her nails. She could scarcely contain that frantic cock. It pumped her so fast and furiously, it nearly slipped from her juicy grasp.
"Oh, God," she wept, shuddering with orgasm. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh." She lost control. Rob left her numb, but fulfilled. "Ohhhh."
Rob yanked himself from her contracting pussy. Her love juices coated his cock. Those ripe, glaring nipples seized his attention. He gave each a lingering pinch.
His tweak nearly overloaded her circuits. Her contractions, compounded by that abrupt nip, intensified the moment. Janet cried out from his pinch.
Meredith pushed her off him. Her eyes sparkled at his cock. "I want it."
He kneeled on the table, dragging her toward him. Clasping her slim waist, he wheeled her about. Those mouthwatering buns were his for the taking. They swiftly separated and anticipated his entrance. "It's yours, baby," he grunted before stabbing her crevice. In and out of that pussy, he went. "Finish me off."
"Jesus," she moaned, focusing the intensity. Rob crammed himself deeply in that sticky receptacle, devoid of mercy. Her pussy bulged with his monstrosity. Meredith, heated by his startling dispatch of Janet, required no delicacy. "Yes. Don't hold back. Do whatever you want to me. I'm yours, baby."
Her frenzied cries excited him. He hauled that ass to him, prying apart its succulent layers. His enjoyment of pussy was etched clearly in his features. He wanted her to like what he gave.
Janet's equilibrium returned after a breathless struggle. Rob sent her into orbit�a nonstop trip to seventh heaven. She hardly expected that spurt of energy�that startling bombardment. Her pussy ached from his power-packed thrusts.
She saw Darlene's lips circle. Marc's cock jerked faster through her cunt, delivering the thrill she craved. Her sightless eyes glistened.
"I'm going to cum," she panted, madly galloping on him. "Oh, yeah. I'm so close."
Marc's hands secured that bucking ass. He drove her down on it. His features reddened at the same time Darlene climaxed. She pitched on his lap during her screaming orgasm. Her pussy flew off him just as he began to squirt. Janet saw his jism splatter her quivering butt.
"Arghh," he groaned in her face. "Arghh."
Meredith came fast. Rob had pumped her for only a few minutes when orgasm seized her. She contracted around his spurting cock. Rob emptied himself in her tight pussy.
Janet smiled. She loved working for B.O.N.E.
Chapter Three
Vanessa Storm scrutinized the e-mail message issued by B.O.N.E. The sender used a generic address to disguise its origination point, and thereby concealing its headquarters. It demanded one hundred million dollars from Swift Corporation, or threatened to infect its network with its damaging virus.
She glanced up at its Board of Directors. "Call their bluff. I'd like to see them try penetrating your multiple levels of security. Your safeguard system is state-of-the-art. You spent millions perfecting it. This is an excellent opportunity to test its capability."
"They admit having access," Tom Griffith, Vice President of Operations stated. A tall, slim, craggy-faced man with dark hair, he seemed the most disgruntled. B.O.N.E.'s warning directly impacted his area. He personally oversaw the development of their password program. His dark eyes conveyed his concern. "Defying them might be to our detriment."
"We'll have to monitor the incoming messages and scan them for possible viruses," she proposed.
"The strain B.O.N.E. designed is virtually undetectable," Griffith scoffed. "It randomly attaches to key execution files, then activates without warning."
"We could redirect all e-mail to separate servers until it could be thoroughly analyzed," recommended Don Slome, Vice President of Research and Development. "Every piece would undergo severe testing before we released it."
"That might be our wisest approach," Steve Hurst, Vice President of Marketing, agreed. "We could switch over to a duplicate server until the threat has passed."
"We might experience a sluggish response time," reminded Kathy Norfolk, Vice President of Sales. "The secondary server is designed for disaster recovery. We may wish to invest in a new, independent server."
"Fools!" Tom Griffith scoffed. "You don't realize who you're dealing with. This organization has crippled many companies who challenged them. We are not in the position to accept that gamble."
"Have you lost faith in your password protection scheme?" Vanessa quietly surmised. "Will it fall short of standing guard for Swift?"
Griffith sneered at her. He blatantly resented her presence in their conference room. His skepticism of F.U.R. and its administration showed. An egotistical man in his mid-forties, he disbelieved a young, beautiful woman had a beat on the technological scene. "They've already broken through. B.O.N.E. must have a staff of professional hackers at their disposal."
"And how did they happen to crack those lines of code?" Vanessa inquired. "Have you questioned your programmers?"
"Yes. They claim to know nothing of how those passwords fell into B.O.N.E.'s hands."
"I find that odd," Vanessa mused.
Griffith fumed. "Why should that be the case, Miss Storm? You know nothing of our industry. How could someone of your ignorance hope to understand such sophisticated technology?" he argued, feeling as though under interrogation.
"Then you contend that it is far more prudent to pay the ransom?"
He slammed his fist to the table. "We have no choice."
"I say we shift to secondary servers," Don Slome insisted, "and re-route all inbound messages."
"I concur," Kathy Norfolk said.
"Shall we take a vote?" suggested their chairman, Mike Naughton.
Vanessa ignored the silent hostility Tom Griffith aimed. A show of hands were in favor of the alternate server with new passwords issued daily. A concerted effort would be put forth to prevent the virus from penetrating their system. Meanwhile, F.U.R. would inspect the inbound messages and trace them to their point of origination. They had created a program that dynamically accomplished it.
Tom Griffith stormed out of the room. He wanted no part of a scheme concocted by a big-busted, red-headed fraud. He showed flagrant disrespect for F.U.R. and its capacity to derail B.O.N.E.
"I'd like to work with you," Don Slome said to Vanessa after the meeting was declared over. "My department traditionally writes the in-house software."
Vanessa took inventory of the young executive with the premature balding head of hair and glasses. Don was much more attractive at closer range. His blue eyes enticed her. "It would be nice working with someone who isn't openly resistant to F.U.R."
He grinned. "You mustn't let Tom rile you. He's arrogant by nature. He runs Operations, military style. Acknowledging the corruption of his security system was a blow to his ego."
She liked his deep, masculine voice. She recognized a distinct sexiness about him. Men such as Don concealed their virility like a secret weapon. When the glasses and suit came off, a veritable tiger emerged on the scene. "I hope he will cooperate. F.U.R. is dedicated to curtailing B.O.N.E.'s activities."
"We'll pledge our total support. We value your assistance, regardless of the impressions Tom submitted. Swift is indebted to F.U.R. We're relieved a government agency is taking a stand against B.O.N.E.'s diabolical plot."
"Let's begin at once. Where would you like to meet?"
"How about my place?" he huskily suggested.
* * *
"Ohhhh," Vanessa moaned the second Don's wriggling tip made contact. Keeping her thighs separate, he explored her snatch. She watched it descend. His tongue sliced through hot, juicy squish. "Oh, yeah." Don caressed her buttocks while lifting her to his mouth. Vanessa, completely naked, arched her spine and leaned against his voracious expression. His sinuous tip warranted her submission.
Don plunged into her cunt for honey. Extending himself to her utmost depths, then twisting about, he provoked a steady flow. The walls of her pussy oozed with juice. His tongue absorbed her tasty trickle, tapping its supply. Vanessa's whimper excited him. He was conscious of his erect cock throbbing against his silk sheets. Eating Vanessa gave him a raging hard-on. Listening to her breathless squeal ignited a tumultuous passion. He couldn't resist drinking her nectar. The caress of his tongue yielded a rich flow.
As she suspected, the thirty-three year old executive proved quite a charmer. They discussed implementing a variety of plans over dinner. Don staged an elaborate seduction. He fixed her with those blue eyes and lured her with that manly tone. Double entendres peppered their conversation. He alluded to having the "necessary equipment" and invited her to sample it. She advised him with a smile that it might have to endure brutal testing. He told her he was "up" for the challenge.
He held firm to her pressure of his thigh. The hem of her skirt provocatively rose. He glimpsed the lacy pattern of her underwear, not to mention the perfection of her legs. She fed him raw vibrations, which he returned in a blink. They were on the same wavelength.
Shortly afterward, they ripped off their clothes and tumbled into his king-sized bed for some much-needed relief.
Vanessa moaned as he held fast to her cunt. Pressing her snatch to his mouth, she fed him her tangy sauce. That winding tip sponged her leakage. She trembled as it nimbly rolled over her clit. His intoxicating wiggle quickened her joy. Don knew precisely where to go, where to linger. His perceptiveness put a kink in her toes.
Obviously, the man had spent time eating pussy before, she assumed.
Vanessa relinquished herself to the hot tickle dominating her lower region. Don gulped her sugary outpour. She moaned as he clamped his lips to her slippery folds and sucked the excitement from her body. He licked her pussy so thoroughly, there wasn't a section unattended.
His tongue divided her pink flaps. She observed the bald top of his head between her red pubic wisps. His gluttony for cunt plainly reflected on his handsome face.
"Oh yeah, baby," she whispered, "eat it."
Her hips pivoted around his head. Glimpsing the tongue that worked her clit tremendously stimulated her. That zealous point whipped her into a frenzy. She could scarcely digest the sensations he delivered with each whisk.
Vanessa's nipples swelled. They ached from the continuous stream of ecstasy. Scooping her tits together, she massaged her thick stubs. Rapture surged to every vessel of her body. That electrical current was intensified by the wet, ticklish movements taking place between her legs. Don's application brought a luxuriant shiver. Gritting her teeth, she twisted against his curling tip. She exhaled sharply as he went deeper into her cunt. He darted about, elevating her temperature. She briskly stroked her nipples in response to that burst of energy.
Don Slome gazed at Vanessa Storm, locked in heavenly transport. He apparently underestimated his depth of artistic expression. Her fingers slid from her swollen nipples. Don recognized the fire he kindled. It spread to those distended nubs. Sweat trickled from those bullet-shaped ends. She couldn't hide her pleasure�it branched to every part of her body. Her thighs moved absently around his nodding head. His tongue made her very juicy. Thirstily, he drank her female essence.
He wondered if all agents of F.U.R. were equally delicious. When advised that the government had sent one of their finest agents to combat B.O.N.E., he never dreamed he would meet someone as sexy as Vanessa. Her long, flowing red hair and indisputable beauty dazzled him. Those emerald green eyes blew him away. He'd had a massive hard-on throughout dinner, wondering what would be like in bed. That she found someone of his average looks attractive flattered him. Most women dismissed him as the boring intellectual type. Don never considered himself a stud, yet thoroughly enjoyed sex and relished experimentation. Basically shy, he refrained from advertised those qualities.
With Vanessa, he felt quite adventuresome.
Vanessa sobbed in his suctioning embrace. She writhed in his extended pucker. Her big tits shifted as she humped his face. Her clit slid up and down his wiggling tongue. Don siphoned the juices from her cunt. When lapping the dew from her flaps, he envisioned fitting his cock into that moist snatch. Nothing would provide him greater enjoyment than to fuck that sexy woman.
Don's tongue kept the lips of her pussy apart while drilling her juicy squish. He dipped into her snatch, sponging its walls. Her innermost muscles snagged his tongue as though it were his cock, seeking to milk it. Don eluded its grasp, slithering in and out of its coil.
Vanessa moved like fire beneath his limber whips. He lit her fuse. She trembled, feeling the tremors culminate. Don sought her climax with determination. His orgasm-inducing tip hastened her journey.
"Ohhhh," she gasped, submitting to the contractions. "Oh, yes. Ohhhh. Oh, baby."
Don stayed with her until that last, appreciable shake. Vanessa buckled against his pressed lips. He sent her crashing to earth. He threw her sense of direction off course. She shook uncontrollably, gasping for air. That tongue pursued her while she hurtled through space.
Vanessa went numb. All sensation in her froze. Bringing her to an explosive orgasm, Don went the distance. That debilitating force rendered her incoherent.
Don's cock throbbed against the sheets. He couldn't endure another minute. He had to have her.
He detached himself from her pussy, then covered her quivering form. Their lips came together. Vanessa kissed that cunt-scented mouth. The taste of herself, mingled with that of Don, quickened her pulse.
Vanessa savored the firm, matted chest that flattened her tits. She loved the furry arms that enclosed her. Don's hair-rough thighs separated her legs. His large cock pulsated against her stomach. She brushed that heavy shaft with her damp pussy.
"I want you inside me," she whispered thickly in his ear.
Don adjusted his aim, then entered her. Vanessa reconciled herself to that filling thrust. He plunged into her soaked cunt.
"Oh, yeah," Don groaned, burying himself between those sleek, tanned legs. He made contact with hot squish. Her pussy locked about him, completing his connection. He had carefully negotiated that snug hole before pressing himself into it. His cock probed her moist, silken heat. His palms rested on those huge tits. Automatically, his thumbs revolved around her inflated nipples. Those emerald pupils glazed over. Her lips formed a trembling circle.
Vanessa gripped his compact buttocks. She barely subdued the urge to scratch him with her nails. Don packed her cunt. He smashed that huge thing into her orgasm-ravaged pussy. She centered upon that giant member as he pushed it to the limit. Advancing toward her womb, his dick felt like bone. Her pussy greased him to the hilt.
Don reflected guttural satisfaction. A delirious smile took shape as he savored her tight cunt. His blue eyes dulled with luxury as he basked in her juicy warmth.
"Fuck me," Vanessa moaned, craving movement.
He receded from her saturated loins, almost disconnecting before spearing them with his full length. Her ass slammed to the mattress as those balls slapped her. He ground his wide stem in her cunthole. Vanessa shrank around that pulsing mass. Don gasped from her cuntal squeeze. His senses were awash with blistering images.
Imposing her juicy clasp, Vanessa marveled at his handsome complexion. He pumped her slowly, making her moan. She thought him vastly different without his glasses�they definitely disguised the feral beast that lurked beneath his conservative exterior.
She raked his flexing buns. He pushed into her, driving his cock with authority. Gasping, she received it. That thing really opened her cunt. He sank to her tender center, almost kissing her womb. Back and forth he went, reminding her with each stroke that she had a real man between her legs.
"Yeah," she whimpered, enjoying each imperative thrust. "More. Don't stop."
Don cupped her quivering ass cheeks and pulled them toward him. He crammed himself into her juicy center. He pulsed madly in the grip of that spongy warmth. Her wet snatch grabbed him, curling his toes.
Vanessa's pussy, which suctioned itself to his rigid cock, pulled him in silky increments. Don felt the exquisite tug of those inner muscles as she enclosed his huge shaft. He pushed his cock into those warm, sticky lips with an audible gulp. She compressed every embedded inch.
He framed those big tits with his hands. Her nipples screamed for his mouth. Eagerly, he devoured one.
Vanessa's eyes closed from his initial suck. Her nub floated in a pool of saliva. She gasped from the brush of his teeth.
He nibbled on that pink stub while stuffing his cock into her wet pussy. Her slick walls provided a noisy reception. He loved listening to the attachment of that sodden pulp.
Vanessa panted. Don charged into her pussy, splitting her lower region. Hard, thriving flesh occupied her condensing snatch. His mushroom-shaped knob inched toward her womb. She ground against that unyielding mass, bracing herself for his descent.
Don swallowed roughly as that pussy seized him. It took hungry gulps of his dick, absorbing him to the root. His balls strained around its pinched entrance. Deeply, he drove into that soaked cunt.
He couldn't reconcile himself to the anomaly of fucking a secret agent�particularly one as magnificent as Vanessa Storm. Her pussy demanded more of him with each gobbling thrust. Those walls progressively tightened around him. He managed to squeeze through her slick vise to give her the most from each stroke.
He clutched her big tits, letting those upraised nubs singe his palms. Vanessa's boobs were splendidly round and soft. He snagged those billowy cushions. That well-stacked agent sobbed from his fervent assault.
"Squeeze those tits," Vanessa begged. "Tweak my nipples."
Don obliged. Enclosing that thick stub with his thumb and forefinger, he wrung its sweetness. Vanessa's lips curved in pleasure while he catered to her whim.
He jammed her with hard dick, steadily pumping her pussy. Her balls struck her bouncing ass. He throbbed in her hot encasement.
"Yes," she cried, gyrating her hips. She loved the coarseness of his muscled thighs against her delicate flesh. Don's bristly weave excited her. She hugged herself to him, immersing her pointed nipples into that deep shag. Placing a palm to his breast, she detected a rapid heartbeat. Roaming through that forest, she flicked his nipple.
He flinched from that unanticipated move.
She mouthed his tender nape. Her teeth gently scraped his ear lobe. She underscored her teasing bites with butterfly whips. Her flickering tongue sent delightful chills down his spine.
"Oh, baby," he muttered, collecting each cheek with his hands and pulling her tightly to his aroused body. "I'm going to explode."
"Do it," she implored. "Cum in my pussy."
His features went red, his blue eyes moist. An animal growl rose from his throat. Vanessa felt his warm, gooey collection. He twitched while squirting his dense fluid.
She humped herself to a satisfying conclusion. Don's spurting member contracted within her hot coil. He managed to stay hard, even after creaming.
Vanessa took advantage of its rigid state. She rolled on top of him, impaling herself on that big fleshy spike. Though dazed, Don cooperated. She needed several more seconds of his big thing. Her pussy squeaked up and down that rigid column, getting all it could. She loved the trust of that woman-pleasing monster. "Yes, baby. Just a little more. I'm so close."
Don, paralyzed with excitement, watched her ecstasy blossom. Vanessa on fire�an awesome vision to witness, he deliriously thought. His equipment functioned to provide her the means of getting to that destination. Although fatigued, he met the exhaustive plea of that pussy. He stayed hard for her to fuck. Her cunt sloppily kissed his tall cock. Those wet, constricting lips gripped his foundation. Her fragrant seepage trickled to his balls. He drove himself into her squishy heart.
Those enormous breasts bounced above, commanding his attention.
He raised his hips and drove himself even higher into her mushy cunt. He endured her tremors as he inched through her clenching slime. Her juices soaked his lap.
Vanessa neared her peak. She made no attempt to delay orgasm and submitted to it. Secured to Don's cock, she galloped to her jolting peak. "Oh, God. Ohhhh." She shuddered from the crippling voltage that raged through her system.
Don smiled up at the fiery redhead taking pleasure from him. He speared into that spasming cunt while she rocked on his lap. He reaped satisfaction from that pussy closing around him, squeezing out the last bit of enjoyment. She milked the final drops of jism from his cock.
Vanessa, drained of energy, inevitably collapsed on top of him. Burying her face in his neck, she disbursed hot, loving kisses. She ran her fingers through the carpeting of his chest while murmuring her contentment.
* * *
Jon Monroe peered through the high-powered telescope, admiring Vanessa Storm. The F.U.R. agent was one of the most spectacular he had seen. He surveyed her from an abandoned apartment across the street. B.O.N.E. ordered him to watch Slome and several of the other board members. The voluptuous redhead fired his imagination the second he glimpsed her. Within seconds, he researched her through B.O.N.E.'s database and learned her name and other pertinent statistics.
His discovery warranted immediate notification to his superior. Jon lifted the telephone and began punching the sequence of numbers before freezing. A smile slowly formed on his face. B.O.N.E. would send someone to dispatch Vanessa Storm in an flash. They disliked dealing with F.U.R. or any other government agency.
Jon decided he would take care of the situation, in a manner enjoyable to himself.
Chapter Four
Tom Griffith consulted his gold wrist watch while in Swift Corporation's lobby. The limousine service he'd hired was late. Although he had worked several hours longer than usual, re-checking statistical output of their surveillance program, he failed to see evidence of tampering. How B.O.N.E. managed to dissect their schematics went beyond his comprehension. He doubled the security on everything.
The board meeting severely injured Tom's pride. He took every precaution to ensure the integrity and protection of Swift's database. The Internet made it convenient for those pestering hackers to meddle with confidential files.
The pock-faced executive drew a sigh of relief when the black sedan pulled up at the curb. Swinging his briefcase, he shuffled down the steps. The chauffeur, opening the door, somberly nodded to him.
"What kept you?" he snarled.
"I apologize, sir. The traffic�"
Given the time of night, Griffith thought his excuse preposterous. Few cars inhabited the street. "I won't hear of your troubles. If it happens again, I'll speak to your supervisor. There are other driving services available."
"Yes, sir."
The door shut. Griffith expected the vehicle to promptly depart. The driver leisurely walked to the other side, then stalled. Griffith fumed at the amount of time he wasted.
"Let's show some responsibility," he growled.
The door abruptly opened. A stunning brunette in her late twenties climbed inside, displaying a set of shapely legs. Elegantly dressed in a fashionable suit, broach and pearls, she typically resembled a female executive employed at Swift. Her blue eyes glittered at him. A vividly red lipstick accented her smile. "Good evening, Mr. Griffith. You're looking well."
"What is the meaning of this intrusion?" he demanded. Her casual greeting appalled him. She had boarded his vehicle without seeking permission. "Who are you?"
"My name is Claudia Blake, and I represent a powerful organization that is in need of your services."
"Make an appointment with my secretary," he snapped. "You have no right to enter a privately licensed automobile. Now, if you'd kindly leave, we'll forget this unpleasant incident."
Claudia smirked, then addressed the chauffeur. "Take us to 100 East Fairview Drive."
Her insolence irritated him. "That is not my destination. I'm to be taken home. Who are you to order my driver?"
The limousine nonetheless eased from the curb and shifted into the main thoroughfare.
Claudia, crossing her splendid legs, reached into her purse and retrieved a metal disc.
"Exactly what is that?" he inquired. "What is its purpose?"
"Why, it's going on you, Mr. Griffith." She pressed it to his forehead.
"God." He clenched his teeth, then shuddered. His eyes swerved upward while he pitched in his seat.
Claudia watched him break into a drenching sweat while she loosened his tie. "That's it, Mr. Griffith. Permit the disc to probe your brain. I'll make you comfortable." His groomed appearance quickly deteriorated.
Her lips curved. She thought the forty-seven year old executive genuinely attractive. Discounting his craggy complexion, he kept himself trim and healthy. Her eyes fell to those big hands with their long, sensual fingers. Hair curled around his wrist and at the base of his throat. She caressed his firm, lank thighs. Perhaps if he rid himself of that condescending attitude, he might enjoy greater success with women.
"Don't try to fight it, Mr. Griffith," she recommended, patting his leg. "Let the disc assert its control. Yield to it."
A low, dissonant sound bubbled from his throat. The electronic impulses provoked them. Griffith's head rolled from side to side. A man of immense vanity, he did not easily succumb. He waged a futile battle. The disc would suck the truth from him.
The chauffeur, navigating them through expressway traffic, paid him no notice.
Tom Griffith eventually settled into a subdued frame. A profusion of sweat trickled from his brow. The surge of moisture did not free the disc. It held fast to his clammy forehead.
Claudia removed a small tape recorder from her purse. Setting it on her lap, she depressed the "record" button. "What position has Swift Corporation taken with respect to B.O.N.E.'s ultimatum?"
"They plan to fight it," he disclosed in a halting tone. "F.U.R., a government agency, is lending assistance."
"F.U.R., eh?" Claudia's lips broadened. "How interesting. They're after us. Who is in charge of the case?"
"Vanessa Storm."
Claudia purred. "Yes, I know of Vanessa. She's rather delicious, don't you agree?"
Griffith merely groaned as the disc's computerized vibrations pierced him.
"I want all newly issued passwords," she said in a no-nonsense tone. "Recite them clearly for me. Also furnish your password logic."
Griffith surrendered every scrap of information requested. The disc made lying impossible. It enabled her to delve into the farthest recesses of his mind and extract its most desirable morsels.
"You're going to one of our plants, Mr. Griffith, where B.O.N.E. can spend some quality time with your analytical brain. You will be released before dawn, stripped of every secret stored in that obstinate head."
Tom Griffith croaked. He was too dazed to comprehend the picture she drew.
Claudia pressed the stop button, then returned the recording machine to her purse. She removed the disc from his forehead. He drifted back to the conscious world. His ordeal with that fiendish device forgotten, he gazed at her. Reproach for her was gone, banished by the bewildering electronic flow. Desire replaced hostility. His black pupils locked with hers. His knees slowly came apart after prolonged eye contact.
A wave of lust went through Claudia. She entertained possibilities not previously considered.
"Yes," she said. Her hand moved up his thigh. "The first thing the brain craves after the disc is finished with it is sex." She palmed the burgeoning shape of his cock. Tom Griffith swelled beneath her grasp, growing larger by the stroke. "Sex," she murmured, rubbing him. "Sex is what you want."
Griffith groaned from her massage. He did not dispute that conclusion. His body fiercely tingled.
She clasped the metal tag of his zipper and drew it down. Inside, she found a long, slender cock shaft. Her hand closed over his warm, rigid cock.
Griffith's eyes grew moist as she fondled him. He observed his dick, jutting from his fly, captured by those spare fingers. Pleasurably, she tugged the skin. Emitting a prolonged gasp, he lengthened in her fist.
"You should be honored, Mr. Griffith," she whispered. "I don't normally do this for anyone. However, you're a very powerful man, and in my opinion, appetizing."
Griffith groaned as she pulled on him. He couldn't remember being so swollen. That woman provoked his inflamed condition. He was too weak to notice if the chauffeur saw them. He was unconcerned if his genitals were exposed to a complete stranger�he only knew what his body intensely craved.
Claudia leaned over and took him into her mouth. Griffith gasped as those warm, wet lips enclosed him. His breathing quickened as he endured her exquisite suck. Up and down they went, sealing them with their bubbly glaze.
Tom steered himself into her oral warmth. He barely contained his gasp of ecstasy. He pushed himself wholly into her face. Claudia managed to swallow him without difficulty. What didn't fit inside her cheeks went into her throat.
She peered at him while sucking. His black spheres glazed over. He gripped her shoulders, savoring the tingling vacuum. He continued to push until cramming his balls to her chin.
"Oh, yeah," he whispered. His Adam's apple rippled. He held himself in the pit of her throat, gulping air. The fog that obscured his vision lifted. He stared at his dick protruding from Claudia's gaping lips. Claudia drew powerfully on him, discerning traces of precum. Slowly, he extracted himself. He groaned as those moist lips clung to his taut skin. Bubbles of saliva dripped from his cock. "Keep doing it."
Meticulously, she licked Tom's balls. He seemed emotionally shorthanded for that jolting reception. He lurched at her initial gyration, then shuddered. Her subsequent slurps caused him to reel. His cock stood tall and throbbing. Claudia disbursed her cascade of lather, one fragmenting whip after another. His taut sac became sticky with drool.
She caressed his trim thighs. Tom trembled beneath her feathery touch. She pulled him to her open mouth and filled it. She dragged his bloated crown across her tongue before lowering him into that pleasing void. "Mmm," she hummed against his trapped flesh. "Mmmmm."
Tom probed her oral heat. He watched his cock sink into Claudia's face. Her sensual lips rolled forward, consuming his rigid shaft. Gritting his teeth, he pushed into that ticklish vacuum and derived its benefits. Sweat trickled from his forehead. Clutching the back of her head, he fed her the sum of his cock.
Claudia took him in a deep, whimpering suck. Her fingertips dug into his bare ass cheeks. Her blue eyes sparkled while she absorbed him. Those lush lips offered superb friction. Back and forth they went, twisting around his lengthy cock.
"Oh yeah," he groaned, plunging far into her mouth. "Suck it."
He sliced into that velvety refuge, letting hot saliva spill over his dick. Claudia accepted him with ease. Her cheeks bulged from her consumption of him. From his perspective, Claudia appeared aroused from getting her mouth fucked. She liked having that part of him stuffed in her face and gladly took large quantities.
"Yes," he said, groaning from her sloppy greeting.
Claudia's flickering tongue stole the air from his lungs. She disgorged herself of him, then trailed his road map of veins. "Keep it going," he muttered, lifting himself from the seat to meet those sucking lips. "Oh, yeah. Suck me. Keep it wet."
Claudia obeyed. Hungrily attached to his pulsating member, she went into a swoon. Licking those pronounced veins, along with the tense skin, kept her busy. She provided him pulse-leaping tongue activity.
His oncoming cock muffled Claudia's sobs. Groaning, he swung into that quivering ring. He listened to the slick sounds of her lips rubbing his slippery thing. Claudia lashed his underside with serpentine precision. Tom, grunting in satisfaction, buried himself to the hilt.
He tracked the disappearance of his shaft. He worked Claudia's cock-loving lips with sure, even strokes. The clamor she made in swallowing him further inflamed him. She streamed to the bottom, furnishing him a shiny coat.
She pushed her nose into his dark nest, inhaling his male scent. The sweat of his balls pinched her nostrils. Her tongue wiggled along his base. She sucked hard, obtaining another drop of his creamy fluid. Tom emitted more precum. She sensed he was on the very brink of jizzing.
"Are you going to swallow it?" he whispered.
Claudia resisted from removing her mouth long enough to provide him an answer. Her prolonged pucker sufficed as a response.
Tom threw his head back. He gasped. "Christ, I'm going to shoot."
She pulled strongly on his aggravated cock, expediting his release. He shuddered against her twisting lips. She grazed his balls with her thumbs. Her delicate rotations provoked him.
"Ughhh," he groaned, spewing into her mouth. "Ughhh. Ughhh. Jesus."
Claudia didn't spill a single drop. Her lips condensed around his spurting cock, milking him. Jism splashed onto her tongue, one profuse squirt after another. She gulped his warm, abundant cum. Judging from the amount he discharged, Tom had been saving it for some time.
She watched his fever-bright expression as he climaxed. Tom's dark eyes went sightless and his jaw slackened as he dispatched his burden. The color in his face diminished as his torrent tapered off.
Claudia eventually detached her lips. Tom's cock remained swollen, stretched to the limit. Her tongue skimmed the red borders of her mouth, cleaning the last of him. He watched while shuddering from the ravages of orgasm.
She righted herself in her seat. Tom caught her wrist. He couldn't separate himself from the pleasure that gorgeous stranger provided. "I want more," he croaked.
Claudia glanced out the window. "We're almost there, Mr. Griffith."
He brought her hand to his glistening cock. "It still burns from your lips."
Claudia comprehended his desire. "You've a long night ahead of you, Mr. Griffith. Relax."
He moved restlessly in his seat. "I can't."
Claudia removed the metal disc from her purse and reattached it to his forehead. Instantly, Tom Griffith went into a swoon. Fresh sweat oozed from his pores. Groaning, he resumed its tug-of-war with his mind.
"You can relax, Mr. Griffith," she sternly said, "and will."
Chapter Five
Vanessa Storm inventoried the F.U.R. gadgets strewn across her bed with fellow agent Janine Fowler. Vanessa described each item as Janine checked it off her list. F.U.R. had delivered the arsenal of weapons to them by way of armored car. Wise to the task at hand, the organization had arranged suitable quarters for them. Vanessa and Janine went undercover as fellow employees of Swift Corporation, sharing an apartment. In actuality, their "pad" was a storage facility for hi-tech accessories�many of which were for use in their crusade to crush B.O.N.E.
Among the protective devices were the notorious F.U.R. vibrator, capable of discharging voltage that could stop an elephant; an atomizer, containing a metal-eating acid rather than perfume; pasties that could fire two rounds of ammunition; and a lubricant with a truth-serum base. F.U.R. exclusively created these items for its agents' use. They were critical in fighting their deadliest adversaries.
"Has Swift Corporation implemented new security procedures?" Janine asked, fondling the vibrator. Its shape drew her interest.
"Yes. Tom Griffith finally relented. We issued a statement to B.O.N.E. basically telling them where to get off."
Vanessa glanced at the voluptuous blonde who acted as her roommate, but was really one of F.U.R.'s finest. Janine's nipples protruded through a tight fitting top. Vanessa couldn't decide whether the gimmicks excited Janine or naturally stimulated her. The lust in some of her fellow comrades ran close to the surface. F.U.R. routinely employed women who were sexually driven. Vanessa typified that sector. Her hormones were forever out of kilter.
Janine held her gape. "You're not afraid of them, are you?"
Vanessa shook her head. "Not afraid ... but now and then, they prompt some fond memories."
Janine stretched across the bed. Her legs opened. "In what way?"
"Several years ago, I was assigned to watch a top B.O.N.E. agent by the name of Randy Reynolds, who sold nuclear weapons to foreign governments. Although there were grim aspects to that mission, Randy sparked something in me I hadn't thought possible." She smiled dreamily. "I actually fell for him."
Janine's lips pleasurably widened. "Was he cute?"
"Cute isn't a strong enough adjective." Vanessa smirked. "He was quite gifted�in every respect."
Janine, shivering, ground her pelvis to the mattress. "Tell me more."
"There's really not much more. We went our separate ways, he dropped out of sight�but not before trying to get me to join B.O.N.E."
Janine hesitated in her gyrations. "How was that possible? We're two conflicting organizations."
"He wanted to brainwash me. Although B.O.N.E.'s activities went against my grain, he wanted us to be together. Needless to say, it didn't happen." She sighed. "Occasionally, I still think about him."
"Perhaps he's left B.O.N.E."
"I doubt it. The Randy Reynolds I recall was power-hungry. Selling nuclear weapons was a gambit. I'm sure he's gone onto bigger things within its infrastructure." Vanessa sat on the corner of the bed. Janine's sumptuous ass was inches from her hand. Absently, she stroked it.
Janine vented her a hot stare. Vanessa wondered if her description of Randy riled her, or her physical presence. She and Janine shared a unique history. Their length of service with F.U.R. ran parallel. They simultaneously joined and were paired several times. During the heat of the chase, their passions boiled over and they turned to each other for relief. Both shared the philosophy: any port in a storm.
Janine made no attempt to disguise her hunger. Her tongue entered Vanessa's mouth with unexpected force, then swirled about until hers retaliated. Their tits pressed together, nipples touching. Vanessa squirmed against her quivering form, enjoying Janine's lush, female curves.
They transferred the F.U.R. weapons to the floor, then stripped. Janine unbuttoned her blouse. Her fingers were quick, expert. The tiny pinch to her nipples made Vanessa gasp. She converted one pink nub into a stiff peak. Vanessa shivered as it expanded, then moaned as she covered it with her mouth. She sucked delicately on her tit. The persistence and urgency of her lips brought Vanessa to sopping wetness.
"Ohhhh," Vanessa whimpered, trembling from the intensity she exerted. Her head tilted back while struggling to absorb the sensations that hummed through her body. Vanessa seized Janine's head and held it in position. She didn't want her to stop slobbering her rock-hard nipple�not even for a second. Her slurps taken satisfied her.
Janine's fingers roamed freely over Vanessa. She dug them into her ass and pulled her close to her face. She took enjoyment in her exquisite curves.
Vanessa sighed with contentment as her sucks became furiously demanding. When Janine cupped her mound and rubbed, her eyeballs rolled up in their sockets. Vanessa shuddered with joy. Just having those rotating tips near her clit offered relief. Her lust spiraled.
"You're very horny, baby," Vanessa whispered.
"I always get this way at the beginning of a mission," Janine purred. "You know."
"Mmmmm. I do."
Janine sensed Vanessa's increasing dizziness. The pleasure of her mouth was inescapable. She vibrated against those fiercely sucking lips. Janine was fully acquainted with what Vanessa wished her to do with them.
The two women tumbled into bed. Vanessa spread her legs. Janine massaged the damp spot on her French-cut panties with her nose. She inhaled Vanessa's womanly fragrance. Janine savored the perfumed aroma. Her sob of approval had Vanessa shaking. Vanessa caught her breath as she dragged her panties down her smooth thighs. Janine didn't allow her another second getting them off�her face plunged to her pussy. Vanessa felt her sharp exhalations against her flesh, following the thrash of her long blonde hair as it whipped her stomach and inner thighs. The last thing Vanessa experienced was the firm, moist tip of her tongue on her juicy cunt flesh.
"Oh, yeah," Vanessa moaned, thrusting her snatch at Janine's eager mouth. "Suck me." Vanessa curved her legs about her bobbing head, clinging to Janine with all her might. Vanessa hugged the sides of her face. "Taste me. Yes. Ohhhh. Lick my pussy. Use your tongue. Lash my hot clit. Do me. Yes. Ohhhh."
Janine's strokes were soft, indulgent and gratifying. Vanessa couldn't get enough. She wanted her to suck nonstop, cleaning her of juice. More streamed from Vanessa's horny snatch, only to be removed by that enthusiastic tip. Janine kept Vanessa's soft lips separate with her thumbs. She lapped their flavor before lingering on the patch of pink flesh. Circling her clit, Janine waited until Vanessa's breathing roughened before slashing it. Bubbly saliva seared her love button.
Vanessa writhed, accepting those brutal darts. Her head tilted back as the waves of joy assaulted her. She lost command of her vision. Her speech garbled at the application of foamy spit.
She pushed steadily at Janine's mouth, keeping them linked. Her thighs shook around Janine's beautiful face. She watched Janine gulp her pussy.
"Ohhhh," Vanessa panted, wanting more of that sinuous treatment. Janine devoured her soaked cunt. Her eyes sparkled while bobbing between Vanessa's legs. Each descent brought further bliss, and a heightened loss of control. Vanessa clasped Janine's head and pushed down on it, then swerved her pussy to her mouth. Janine's tip engaged her clit with frantic strokes. "Ohhhh." Vanessa encouraged her until the last slurps robbed her of strength.
Vanessa came quickly, her brain unable to process another explosive image. She clenched her teeth and slammed her ass to the mattress with shuddering force. Janine didn't hesitate for a second, raging with thirst. She scooped her tits and squeezed them as the spasms intensified. Vanessa arched her back and swayed, swinging her red mane. Her hips rocked as the fire she kindled licked her flesh.
"Ohhhh," Vanessa murmured, sweat pouring from her brow. "Oh, God."
"Mmmmm," Janine sighed, absorbing the nectar than ran from her pussy.
Vanessa yearned to reciprocate. She wanted to plant her tongue in Janine while feeling her cum.
Eagerly, they switched places. Vanessa's face swooped between Janine's legs. Vanessa smelled the excitement in her cunt. She, too, wanted to be licked. Her features stressed that notion. Vanessa, ecstatic, wanted to have that pussy in her mouth.
"Do me," Janine panted, deciphering her naked desire. Her legs opened in trembling invitation. "I want your tongue."
Vanessa sucked her pussy that instant. Her pink cunt lips beckoned. She opened them with her tongue, snaking the tip between that slippery division. The honey oozed right to her lips. Vanessa dipped into that sugary pool, letting it dissolve on her undulating tip.
Janine's gasp of satisfaction reverberated. She jerked in her grasp, responding to the heat.
Vanessa held her fast and explored the range of her sopping crevice. She licked and sucked, causing those slim hips to jerk.
"Don't stop," Janine puffed. "More. Give me more of it."
Her pleas were taken at full value. Vanessa happily complied. Her taste buds screamed for her savory dew. Seizing those volatile hips, she went down on Janine. She gleaned the spice from those pink flaps.
Janine's spine arched. "Oh, Vanessa!"
Vanessa dipped her tongue into that yummy snatch. Janine's cunt melted her mouth. Her breathing grew ragged as Vanessa ate her pussy. Vanessa couldn't control herself. Tenderness was exempt from her style. In spite of her calm nibbling, Vanessa proved animalistic. She made her thrash and sweat with her furious lashing. Vanessa fucked her relentlessly with her tongue. Janine's cunt became all the more juicy from her probe. She sucked Janine until her nerves were stripped bare.
"Eat me," Janine begged, thrusting. "Suck it."
Her sleek thighs encircled Vanessa's face. They quaked as Vanessa employed her tip to great effect. Janine was hoarse and burning with fever as she worked that clit, vibrating it to perfection. Vanessa gave great head, and knew it. She filled her mouth with cunt and sucked her fellow agent to distraction.
"You're so tasty," Vanessa remarked between slurps. Janine's juices coated her lips. She attached them and drew harder on her pink flesh. After several uninterrupted seconds, Vanessa lifted her mouth. Janine couldn't remain steady. She bounced on the bed, pleading her to continue. Her hips involuntarily snapped.
"Don't stop," Janine implored through closed teeth. "Please, more."
To explain the ferocity of her need, she cupped the back of Vanessa's head and crammed that succulent pink flesh in her mouth. Vanessa's tongue stabbed Janine's warm crevice and wriggled madly.
"That's it," Janine panted. "Oh, God. I love it."
Vanessa strongly sucked her pussy, disallowing recovery. She drank the tangy ooze that seeped from her sodden core. She stole Janine's breath with each lick.
Janine gripped Vanessa's head. Her chin went high while she struggled to replenish her air supply.
"Mmmm," Vanessa moaned, curling around the drenched lips and veering toward her clit. Janine tried pushing her mouth over it, but Vanessa resisted her. Vanessa teased her for several seconds. She licked her pink flesh and dabbed the juice-filled hole. Her agonized protests made no difference. Vanessa drank her lip-smacking treat as if it were scarce.
Janine sobbed, leaning into Vanessa's face. It was more an order than a request. That wet pussy crowded Vanessa's thirsty expression.
Vanessa swallowed what she could. Janine had a delightful flavor. She massaged her ass, pulling Janine tightly to her face. Janine yielded to her urgent strength.
Her nails raked through Vanessa's hair and reached her scalp. Vanessa was much too turned-on to care. She decided to grant her relief. Her tongue slithered over her clit in one continuous stream.
Her voice trailed off like a sigh. The pressure of her nails lessened. Her ass wiggled in her clutches. "Yes, eat it. Put your whole tongue in there. Yeah. Oh, God. Fuck me with it. Yeah. Deeper."
Janine's ass thrashed at every flick of Vanessa's snakelike tip. Vanessa enjoyed tongue-fucking her. She speared into her sopping tissue, digging to capacity. Those slurps enabled her joy. Vanessa's contentment stemmed from her full-throated cries.
After a few more sucks, Janine came against Vanessa's face. "Ohhhh, I'm cumming, cumming." Vanessa went about lapping that quivering flesh long after the contractions deserted her. She traced the slippery boundaries and plunged into her hot succulence. Her gratified yelp was final.
While she still shuddered with orgasm, Vanessa floated into Janine's arms. They embraced in that moment of delicious weakness. Her hands smoothed over her back. Her breath, scented with cunt, drifted. Vanessa nibbled on those moist lips. Janine's lips parted to welcome her tongue. Vanessa tasted her pussy on Janine's teasing tip.
Her partner enjoyed the same benefit. Shivering, she rubbed Vanessa's swollen nipples with her thick stubs. They randomly delved into her flesh.
The two women basked in contentment.
* * *
From a building across the street, Jon Monroe surveyed the two spent women. He peered through his high-powered telescope, digesting their performance.
The B.O.N.E. agent glanced down at himself. He popped a massive boner. His cock strained through his pants, aching for immediate relief. Unable to discount the urge, he fondled it.
Vanessa Storm steamed his hormones. That curvaceous redhead invariably drew him. She fiercely excited him, no matter what she did.
B.O.N.E. had no knowledge of the secret investigation he conducted. He apprised himself of her activities for his personal edification. He was undecided about submitting detailed reports. Following her, documenting the intimate nuances of her life, entertained him. He liked the things he uncovered.
He took note of the delivery of contraptions. F.U.R. manufactured an assortment of harmless-looking items that were actually deadly gadgets. Pictures of them were made available at B.O.N.E. headquarters. Jon wanted one for his personal collection. He would possibly surrender it to his superiors ... or keep it as a souvenir.
Jon grew restless. He wanted a taste of Vanessa Storm, very soon.
Chapter Six
Janine answered the knock at her door. Through the peephole, she saw a cute man in uniform with light brown hair and crystal blue eyes. He physically stirred her. Without thinking twice, she opened the door. Normally, it wasn't her practice to invite strangers in her home, but his good looks came like thunderclap. "May I help you?"
He flashed her a winning smile. "There's been a number of complaints received on this floor regarding telephone service. May I check your lines?"
Her tits jutted out at him. Her curving lips scarcely hid her purr. "I don't recall experiencing trouble dialing out, nor receiving calls."
"Perhaps the problem is intermittent. I would appreciate the opportunity to fully investigate it."
His arresting virility pressed her hot button. She could scarcely resist that rugged masculinity. "The main office didn't notify us about phone repair."
"It's possible he couldn't get through, due to a faulty connection. I promise not to consume too much of your time."
Janine's gut instinct was to politely decline. Vanessa had stepped out for a few hours, leaving her alone to guard the fort. The worker smacked of sex appeal�overturning her intuition. "All right. Don't be too long. I have to leave in twenty minutes."
"It shouldn't be anywhere near that."
His smile charmed her. Janine considered the build on him. The shirt and navy blue pants hardly disguised his muscular shape. He seriously devoted himself to physical fitness. The small, tight buttocks drew her breath. Mmmmm, she mused, a man in every sense of the word. She entertained a fantasy of getting naked with him and letting the sparks fly.
Jon Monroe suppressed his amusement. The F.U.R. agent admitted him with virtually no reservation. He attributed her hassle-free attitude to blatant sexual magnetism. The girl wanted to jump his bones and made that plain.
He scanned the area for those devices. Vanessa had stored them shortly before leaving the premises. His surveillance had been limited to a window view. She walked out of his line of vision, leaving him to calculate their hiding place. He wanted to take one for study. He also wished to plant a bug so he could hear what they were saying. An accomplished lip reader, Jon knew of that art's restrictions.
Janine drifted into the background, ostensibly preparing for her departure. Jon made a ceremony of examining the various phone jacks. His eye probed the apartment's layout. He mapped most of it by telescope, but now had a much better idea of its design.
He entered Janine's room, where she and Vanessa had scattered those gizmos across the bed. She had two dressers and a walk-in closet. While pretending to check the jack by the night stand, he surreptitiously opened its drawer. Not a single apparatus was among its contents.
"Is this what you're looking for?" Janine inquired, appearing at the door.
Jon saw the vibrator in her hand�the one which B.O.N.E. had informed him of. Ordinary in appearance, it discharged a lethal dose of electricity. He could not hide his surprise.
Janine lunged at him with it. Swiftly, he avoided its touch.
"You're lucky," she said. "One tap, and you would have been out like a light."
"How did you�"
"I contacted the office of the building with my cellular phone. There have been no outages. Obviously, you're an impostor." She took a step toward him. "Identify yourself, or I'll have you counting sheep for the next two hours."
Jon realized she was far more astute than he had originally given her credit. She was, by no stretch, a witless female. The gorgeous face and big tits camouflaged a true predator. "There's no need for violence." Dipping into his pocket, his hand closed around a metal disc. "I'll cooperate."
Janine spotted the flash of metal. She aimed the tip of the vibrator, preparing to zap him. "What is that in your hand?"
Having eagle-vision, she forced him to act quickly. He sprang at her, seizing the wrist that held the vibrator. Twisting, Janine tried shocking him. She proved uncommonly limber. Jon carefully avoided the vibrator. With a surge of strength, he dragged Janine against him. She struggled in his clutches, pelting his crotch with her ass. The girl, he determined, was a little hellcat when provoked.
"You're with B.O.N.E.," she snarled, trying to wriggle free. His might was incontestable. His brutal grip caused her to drop the vibrator. She whimpered as she watched it fall.
"Smart girl." He brought the disc to her forehead. The second the metal cleaved to her skin, Janine lost her steam.
"Oh, God," she moaned.
Janine went limp in his arms. He assumed she fainted. Given the initial shock the disc had on the nervous system, he would appreciate her response.
Janine, though sapped of energy, was quite conscious. He lowered her voluptuous body onto the bed. She descended into that sweat-drenched delirium. Beads of perspiration coursed from her brow. The disc held fast to her damp forehead. Indistinct words bubbled from her throat. Her beautiful face lined with tension as the disc took command of her mind.
Jon prepared to drill her with questions about F.U.R. and its operation. The sight of her sexy body writhing across the sheets stirred him. During their scuffle, her outfit had ripped. Her right nipple was exposed. He sat next to her, examining those rounded breasts that tapered to her tiny waist and flat pelvis. Her long, tanned legs whetted his appetite. He took into account their slender shape.
Janine was oblivious to his study. The disc consigned her to that dark, sweaty realm. Her head rolled from left to right with eyes closed. She slurred every word during the disc's adjustment period.
"Tell me about Vanessa Storm," he quietly ordered. "How long have you known her?"
Janine responded in a machinelike voice. "Five years."
He recalled their playful scene. The lens of his telescope fogged from intense observation. "Does she only like women?"
"No. Sexually, Vanessa is quite open�a free spirit."
Jon's mouth watered at Janine's bared nipple. The pink stub captured his imagination. Unable to squelch the impulse, he stroked it. He rotated his thumb over its delectable point. "What does she like in a man?"
"Confidence, courage and an affinity for experimentation. She specifically enjoys men comfortable in their masculinity who are willing to explore various avenues of pleasure."
His cock grew inside his pants. Its lengthening twitch clenched his teeth. "Is she aggressive in bed?"
"Yes. She likes to take charge."
"Has she ever handcuffed her men?"
"She's done that. She's worn them, too."
His pants tightened at his crotch. He glanced down at his strained front. He was totally swollen. "Does she take it in the ass?"
"She loves it."
Jon removed the disc from Janine. He'd heard enough. His dick was so hard, it hurt.
Janine's awareness was restored. Those blue eyes, filled with lust, peered at him. She breathed deeply, her lips seductively moving. He found no sign of reproach. The disc erased the trauma she underwent. After performing its scrubbing process, only one's erotic instincts were left intact. The desire for sex was radically enhanced.
For Janine, the fog was lifted and a sexy man awaited. Natural instinct took over. She groped his hard-on. Jon was massive, bulging through his pants. She caressed its thrilling shape.
He gasped at her silky touch. Her fingers disbursed electricity. He pictured Vanessa affected by Janine's exhilarating fondle. Vanessa's cunt had been in that luscious mouth. Vanessa spasmed against her soft flesh. Those images were engraved in memory.
He huddled closer to her palatable body. His large hand encompassed the small of her back. He traveled to her delicious ass, palming her cheek.
Janine moaned at his squeeze. Excitement spiraled through her. Her legs separated. The hem of her short skirt rose, revealing French-cut panties. Blonde wisps curled around the front panel.
He snuck a thumb behind that border. The texture of her velvet skin prickled his senses. Her pubes were damp and fragrant. The sappy edge of her cunt yielded to his pressure.
Janine moaned. Her eyes slowly shut, her lips glistening. A flash of white teeth followed, succeeded by a rush of air.
He twisted himself into her juicy clutch. His finger sank into hot, clinging squish. He pumped that snatch, observing her joyful expression. He appreciated a woman's visible love of getting fingered.
She bumped him with her tits. Those ample globes pressed into his chest. She scraped him with her distended nipples.
He explored her curvaceous body. His hands streamed over her warm, wanting flesh. He alternately groped her ass while fingering her soaked cunt. The moist pussy readily absorbed his digit. He probed her spongy folds.
"Yeah," she sobbed, arching her back. She volunteered him every inch of her delectable body.
Her weak squeals and animation affected him. He took her hand and clamped it to his bulging equipment. Those fingers did not desert him. She clung tenaciously to its imposing shape.
He gestured to his throbbing burden. "Do you want it?"
Janine emphatically nodded. Her heart pounded. The itch deep within her pussy could only be satisfied by someone of extraordinary length. She contemplated the joy within her reach. "Very much."
His fingers sifted through her drenched layers. There wasn't the least resistance to his leisurely probe. "I want you, too."
Janine lazily unzipped his pants and removed his underwear-stretching cock. The size of it made her tighten. Stroking that shaft from its heavy trunk to the tapered head, she shivered. Her fingers could not encompass its width. His awesome dimensions dwarfed her fist.
"Do you like my cock?" he asked in a low, penetrating voice.
"Yes."
His finger eased from her juicy snatch. His sticky digit carried her honeyed scent. It drove him wild. Unbuttoning his shirt, he bared his chest. It drove him wild. Unbuttoning his shirt, he bared his chest. Its exhibition banished her drowsy look.
Its muscular definition quickened her heartbeat. Murmuring her approval, she stripped off her clothes. She wanted no barriers between her skin and his. Her panties whisked down her trim thighs. She got rid of her dress, flinging it to the side. Her frustration mounted while she beckoned him.
Jon longed for those big tits to serve as his cushion. He pulled off his pants, then climbed over that magnificent body. Her tanned thighs swung widely apart. The smell of her hot pussy titillated him. He considered eating her, then curbed the impulse. Groping her mound, he sampled her soft, spongy warmth.
"Ohhh," she whimpered, her head heaving from side to side. "Ohhhh."
Her enlarged, pink nipples glared at him� each aching to be sucked. He filled his mouth with one. He enjoyed its beat against his tongue. He sucked it while she twisted beneath him. She moved like fire, eager to be stuck by his big cock.
Vanessa's gorgeous face dominated his mind. He kept thinking about that ravishing creature and how she tormented him. He yearned to be with her�not a substitute.
Slowly, he rolled off Janine. He was fooling himself. His dick jerked at the prospect of sliding into Vanessa. He ached for her juicy embrace.
Janine lowered her gaze to the purplish head. The cum slit opened to emit a creamy pearl. Unable to contain the notion, she bent before him to clean it with her tongue. That preliminary drop instantly dissolved.
Jon, taken aback by her sly maneuver, knew he had to finish with her. He couldn't leave that blonde unsatisfied. The disc heated her hormones.
He started with a tongue-searching kiss. A gratified purr reflected her contentment. That exquisite ass filled his hands again. He ground his swollen member into her soft, furry nest. Those blue pupils sparkled. The bottom of her lip trembled.
Janine appeared ready to take him.
He guided the tip of his cock to her sopping entrance. Pressing against that damp crevice, he discerned her willingness. Her cunt prepared to swallow his bonelike thing.
Janine moaned as he settled into her warm, damp space. Her pussy widened, adjusting to him. Her sodden folds moistly brushed his tunneling member.
His Adam's apple jerked in response to that embraceable heat. He hugged himself to her delicious nudity. Those huge boobs buffered him, the nipples stabbing. Weight propelled his descent. He let gravity carry him to her spongy bottom. Wet cunt covered him, inch by inch. The hotness of her juicy pulp permeated his core.
Janine reeled with joy. Jon opened her like no other man. He reached far into her snatch, occupying room that had never been taken. She swung her hips at him, capturing that dick to its very stem.
Jon made it his business to abundantly supply her gratification. He watched his long dick swoop between those cunt lips, then drip with her love dew when in reverse. She moaned when he fully installed himself. Her lips rounded, then aired a prolonged gasp.
"Yes." She swiveled her hips to consume him. Her pussy itched for his whole cock. She did not understand her insatiable craving, yet went about fulfilling it. She jammed that hard thing to capacity. The friction appeased the pangs of hunger. She moved faster, greasing his cock. Pleasure branched to her every vessel.
Janine's eyes grew moist, her breathing irregular. He slid in and out of that slick receptacle, taking advantage of its stimulating clasp. He drilled those sodden folds, listening to them catch his taut skin.
Jon superimposed Vanessa's face over Janine's panting expression. That illusion made him fuck harder. He plunged into that sodden hole, sending the sum of his excitement. Janine sobbed from his rougher pace. She ran her nails up and down his back, encouraging that increased tempo. In his mind, Vanessa was receiving his furious boner.
"Yeah," she moaned under him. She met his thrusts, low and fast. Those nails raked his damp backside. They centered over his ass, then held to him. Blinking rapidly, she squeaked, "I'm going to cum."
He grabbed a handful of her ass, then sliced into that saturated mound.
"Yeah," she whimpered, with nails scratching. The flames of rapture danced through her body, licking at her toes. "Oh, yeah. I'm gonna cum, gonna cum so hard."
Sweat dribbled from his temple as he fucked that voracious cunt. He rammed her until the light blazed in her eyes. Her exhalation turned into high-pitched squeals. Salty drops collected, then fell from those distended nipples, splattering him. He charged into that saturated pussy, gasping.
Janine went wild. She wept with joy, contracting around his stiff cock. He enjoyed its ferocious squeeze. She had nearly triggered his orgasm when he heard the front door to the apartment open.
"Janine?" Vanessa's familiar voice called. "Are you home?"
Jon froze. He resisted the tempting pull of Janine's snatch. Those quivering lips nearly siphoned his cum. He disengaged himself from her seizure-ridden snatch. His cock was sticky, painfully erect.
Janine began to moan from the void his big dick left. His hand clamped her mouth. Not wanting to attract attention, he muffled her sobs.
"Janine?" Vanessa asked. He discerned the sound of shuffled packages. "Janine?"
For a brief moment, Jon considered putting his cunt-saturated cock into Vanessa. Glistening from Janine's abundant juices, it twitched. That, however, entailed use of the metal disc. He rejected the thought of attaching it on Vanessa.
Footsteps sounded behind Janine's door. He anticipated Vanessa's approach. She continued walking, transporting shopping bags. "Janine, are you sleeping?" she asked without entering the room.
Janine roused from her orgasmic stupor. The sound of Vanessa's voice jarred her. Keeping her mouth clamped, Jon reattached the disc to her forehead. Instantly, her eyes closed. The electronic impulses again began probing her brain.
Jon hopped to his feet and dressed. There wasn't time to find any of the F.U.R. gadgets he'd seen. He kept an eye on the door, then looked to Janine. She silently writhed on the bed, subjected to a fresh onslaught of computerized signals.
Jon did not want Vanessa to see him. He calculated his escape through the window. The building had a fairly wide ledge, enabling his flight. Quietly, he opened it. The curtains rustled in the breeze, the night beckoning him.
He took the disc off Janine before slipping out of her room. By the time her disorientation ended, he'd be long gone. Hastily, he shoved it in his pants.
As Jon's long legs negotiated the window sill, the metal disc fell from his pocket. He never looked behind.
Meanwhile, Vanessa poured herself a glass of wine in the kitchen and leisurely strolled to Janine's room. She had noticed the door closed and wondered if the girl was napping.
A chill swept over her. The window was opened a crack. Janine groaned on the bed. Vanessa thought her position unusual. The arrangement of her limbs, her state of undress, her disheveled appearance made Vanessa curious.
Vanessa sat beside her. The girl looked thoroughly bewildered. "Are you okay?"
Janine, rubbing her eyes, nodded.
Vanessa sensed something was wrong. Janine's dazed manner and the unlocked window amounted to foul play.
From the corner of her eye, she caught the flash of metal. A shiny disc laid on the floor. Vanessa knelt to examine it. She had never seen anything so peculiar. It had weight and glitter.
She showed it to Janine. "What is this?"
Janine, looking dumbfounded, shrugged.
Vanessa squinted at it. "I'm going to bring it to the lab and have it analyzed."
Chapter Seven
"Do you like the way that cock tastes?" Bill Ellis asked Kathy Norfolk. Thrusting his hips, he increased her volume of intake. "Here, take more."
Swift's Vice President of Sales was laying on her side. Bill's thick shaft protruded from her lips. Their vivid shade of red was smeared over Bill's sizable length. In his fist, the metal disc burned. It had come off her forehead moments before, when her interrogation had been complete. The stunning brunette had not been cooperative at first. Physical restraint became necessary. B.O.N.E. agents abducted her from the front of the corporate building. Kathy, exhibiting courage, refrained from screaming. She obviously assumed B.O.N.E. intended to merely question her. She had no intention of answering a single question until Bill produced the metal disc. After he informed her of its capacity to extract the required information, she struggled. That did not prevent him from placing it on her forehead and watching the device assert control. Her willful brain was no match for its cybernetic power.
Bill savored going into the mouth of a woman who strove to project a reverent image. Kathy, a gorgeous twenty-nine-year-old who feasibly commanded a six-figure salary and spoke articulately, wasn't the kind of woman he would normally win. She reminded him of Claudia Blake without the devious edge. Men of intellectual character presumably unlocked her ardor. He suspected a ferocious sexuality lurked under that cool, collected exterior.
The disc was of tremendous assistance. It awakened the animal in her. Her dark eyes flashed at him after the dark cloud evaporated. Promptly, she discarded her well-bred manners with her dark-framed glasses. The dark wool suit came off, along with the fashionable pumps. She retained the string of pearls that adorned her throat. Bill was secretly glad: Claudia religiously wore pearls, and since he fantasized having her, Kathy helped sustain that illusion.
Bill hated Claudia with a passion. She rejected him, judging him too plebeian to suit her sophisticated tastes. Claudia was enamored of power and men who represented it. Men like their superior, an agent who ascended to the highest ranks of B.O.N.E., or Jon Monroe, heir to the throne, were more her style.
Bill was somewhat sensitive to his appearance. At forty-two, he had developed an unsightly paunch. Gray streaked his dark hair. Those physical imperfections did not hamper her�it was his low standing in the organization.
Kathy Norfolk, however, was indifferent to both. Horniness raged through her system. Addressing the hot disturbance between her legs seemed more crucial. Gazing at Bill, she made him feel like a delicious hunk of man.
Kathy failed to provide him any meaningful information about Swift's position on B.O.N.E.'s demands. The few pearls he distilled were a duplication of previous cross-examinations. B.O.N.E. had conducted revealing discussions with other Swift executives. They learned only an intimate circle was privy to its true decisions.
Kathy compensated him in a more thrilling way. Her mouth and tongue had been a revelation. Her bubbly trail elicited a resounding groan. Those neatly executed strokes stole his breath.
Her lips finally detached. She stroked his saliva-drenched cock with her fist. Slick sounds emanated from his lubricated member. His skin bunched and stretched in her heated clasp.
"Do you like being with two men?" he asked.
She considered the male tongue probing her cunt and nodded. Nick, a guard who had earlier held her, lay on his back with his head between her legs. He inched into her nectar-rich crevice. Kathy's eyes shut as he licked. She distinctly heard his lapping sounds.
Bill's head bobbed. His lips curled back to display clenched teeth. If she continued stroking him, he would explode all over her. Kathy had a nice set of tits that made an excellent target. Unlike Claudia, who flaunted two melon-sized globes, she was stylishly sleek.
Kathy rejoiced in groping his heavy dick. That wide shaft dwarfed her dainty hand. The excess skin clustered above her closed fingers. His warmth and stickiness titillated her.
Nick sucked harder on her pussy. She lost her concentration. He revolved around her clit, then dashed across it.
"Keep me wet, baby." Cupping the back of her head, he steered her mouth to his domed head. The scent of her spittle dripping from his cock pinched his nostrils. Thoroughly coated with her salivary excess, his swollen member had a glossy sheen.
Kathy circled his mushroom-shaped knob with her winding tip. Bill's thoughts went momentarily askew. He hadn't expected such ticklish accuracy. Her avid whips added color to his cheeks. Lash after lash, she tracked his most vulnerable spots and tormented them. She applied hot foam to his dick while enjoying his salty heat.
Nick ran his tongue over Kathy's pink membranes. His hungry persistence blocked her concentration. She glanced at the dulled brown eyes below her brown fluff. Nick ecstatically ate her.
Bill observed her fluttering style. That tongue whisked across his taut skin, ending each imaginative swirl with a froth-filled dab. He expelled the air from his lungs. His fists tensed and loosened while she darted about.
"Great tongue work," he muttered.
Kathy worked the heavy, raised vein of his underside. Bill shook from her feathery whisk. Those dark eyes went in and out of focus. His bottom lip trembled from her lush pattern.
She presented his bloated crown a sloppy kiss. Drool coursed down his path of veins at her calculation. She made no attempt to collect the oozing strands that neared his balls. Bill's features twisted as they collected at his taut sac and pubic nest.
"Jesus," he muttered.
Rather than halting that bubbly flow, she cleaned his balls with her tongue. She stroked his hairy thighs while bathing his tightly drawn testicles. His cock swayed in the refrigerated air, defying gravity. Completely swollen, Bill appeared ready to explode. Kathy, undeterred, washed his velvet skin with tingling drool.
Bill's exhalations grew heavier. "Yeah, baby. Lick my balls. I want them dripping with your spit."
Kathy gladly obliged. She ladled more shiny drool onto that satiny pouch.
Nick slurped her tangy juice a few more times before Bill displaced him. Bill knew Kathy enjoyed that probing tongue, but he had his own agenda. Gently, he coaxed Kathy onto her back. Anchoring his knees on either side of her panting expression, Bill ran a fist up and down his slippery length. His cock throbbed in his grip. "I want to ride your face, baby."
Kathy merely spread her lips in anticipation.
Bill aimed for that open mouth. Her quivering rim brushed his swooping cock. He descended into its scalding vacuum, groaning.
"Oh, yeah," he muttered, stuffing her with his throbbing engorgement. "Swallow me, baby. Suck my dick."
Kathy absorbed his lumbering shaft. She caressed his prickly flanks. Her fingertips sketched vivid circles. Bill's thick cock stifled her contentment.
Dazed by her sucking embrace, Bill drove himself to the hilt. Her tongue continued its luxurious waltz. He watched those famished lips gobble him.
Nick studied the stimulating flow of Kathy's hands. Bill's flushed countenance and the hot pursuit of Kathy's snaring lips intrigued him. Bill leaned into her face, making his cock disappear. The female executive, who seemed vastly conservative, yielded a brutal suck.
Nick recalled how she fought in his arms just before Bill stuck the disc on her. Her struggles had aroused him. That thrashing ass gave him a boner. For the duration of the questioning, giving Kathy Norfolk the fuck of her life dominated his thoughts.
Now she was a tigress, supreme.
Kathy took large quantities of Bill. Those moist, weaving lips were familiar with cock. The projection of elegance and intelligence did not prevent her from stuffing her cheeks with it.
Nick knelt beside Bill and let his cock jut in Kathy's face. He wanted to be sucked, too. Her warm, anxious breath fanned his dick. He caught her flash of tongue before it touched him. She skimmed the boundary of his rotund helmet. Her saliva was liquid fire. Bubbles collected on his susceptible skin, popping after several sizzling moments. She applied another lash. His cock started to leak. Precum oozed from his tip.
Bill alighted from his face-straddling position and settled beside Kathy. She stretched out to provide Nick some tongue-tickling delight. Lavishly, she licked his cock. She made his skin slippery, dripping with spit.
"Christ," he quietly uttered, sloping toward that tip to receive its furious dabs. He tremulously trailed her jawbone. He rocked on his heels, soaring with each slurp. "More."
Bill's brow furrowed. "Finish him off, baby. Drain him."
Her lips widened to enclose him. She caught Nick's throbbing mass, then tugged him into her steamy maw. His cock descended in her throat. Adjusting to his diameter, her mouth wrapped about his taut skin.
Nick's pupils curved in their sockets. "Oh, yeah. Take the whole thing." She pulled him into that tingling vacuum. The warm depression of her tongue, compounded by the tightening of those lips, left him dazed. After reclaiming his wits, he began shafting her face in earnest. His dick swung into the ready mouth, buried to the stump. "Suck it," he groaned. Her salivary heat encased him. "Swallow that cock."
Kathy delivered the tongue-swirling fury he craved. She drew him into a sweltering pucker, rippling over that rigid column. She raked his quivering buttocks with her nails while feeding herself that throat-reaching member.
Kathy's heart-shaped ass provoked Bill. Hunched over, she afforded him a point of entry. Manually taking control of that rump, he brought it level with his cock. Spreading those cheeks apart, he glimpsed her dewy entrance. Giving blow jobs evidently excited her. That cunt was ready to accept him for doggie-style action. Pinning back those lush crescents, he fit his plump crown into her juicy slot. Kathy involuntarily sucked him into her sticky passage.
Kathy abruptly withdrew from Nick. "Ohhh," she moaned, pausing from her oral feast. Bill's jarring introduction warranted that intermission. She took a moment to savor his immersion. "Oh, yeah. Cram it into me." His cock sank through her moist, clutching folds. Leaning against him, she hitched her pussy. His balls swelled against her cheeks.
Once Bill reassembled his thoughts, he began to thrust. Kathy's snatch gripped him to the base. Clasping her tiny waist, he rhythmically pumped her. That soggy snatch caught and released him, taking in inches. In and out his dick went, greased from her slick lips.
Nick watched Bill, streaked with sweat, flex from his thrusts. That hairy stomach came steadily at Kathy. The whack of his balls reverberated. Bill's vacant stare related his solid connection.
Kathy had no problem simultaneously servicing them. The itch that dwelled deep in her pussy required tremendous scratching. These studs worked toward assuaging that pestering ache.
Rivulets of sweat coursed down Bill's fevered brow. His chest glistened. Her grabbing pussy nearly induced arrhythmia. He watched his puncturing member disappear in that ravenous hole. Kathy swiveled her hips, furnishing him a moving target. He drove into that tight cunt with dizzying satisfaction. He slapped her backside, his balls tapping those buns.
"Fuck me," Kathy implored. "Fuck me."
Bill accelerated his thrusts. He stroked that wet pussy, giving it his all. He gasped as he went deep, penetrating juicy pulp. Despite his grinding crunch, that luscious ass came back to him for more of the same. He gasped as it fully consumed his rock-hard thing.
Kathy did not complain of his urgent grip. Bill dug into her tender flesh, yet that swift, driving pressure turned her on.
"I'm going to shoot," Nick blurted. He shook his head, unable to shake off the impulse.
"Swallow it," Bill ordered Kathy. "Gulp his jism."
"Mmmmm."
Nick's pleasure crested. He spasmed in Kathy's mouth. Hot, delicious cum jetted onto her tongue, then flowed down her throat. Kathy dispatched that creamy torrent as quickly as it spurted. By the time Nick dislodged his cock, he'd been sucked dry.
Bill, digesting every draining moment, plowed into Kathy. He nearly jizzed. His loins brewed fire juice. He felt the embers sparking in his groin. Digging further into that sodden cunt, he wanted to shoot. That hot, squeezing pulp demanded his cum. He shafted that wet cooze.
"Yeah," Kathy moaned. She moved along with him, pelting him with her butt cheeks. From her flushed expression, she seemed prepared to climax. Reaching between her legs, she fingered the exposed section of his cock.
Bill pumped her harder and harder, at the brink of discharge. Kathy responded to his rapid slide. The color blossomed in her cheeks. He thought of Claudia, about to receive his load. That vision launched some furious spurting.
"Ohhh," she sobbed, peaking. She squeaked with joy. Slamming backward, she got the most of what he directed. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming."
Bill poured liquid fire into her snatch. It rocketed from his aching balls. His seizure nearly wrenched his gut apart. Yeah, Claudia, he silently howled, creaming in Kathy's pussy. All this is for you. He filled her pussy, squirt after squirt. His expulsion took place without disclosing those incendiary thoughts.
Kathy mewled after his inundation. Bill, unhitching himself from that drenched cunt, groaned on his haunches. Turning to Nick, she enclosed his cock. Up and down those tight fingers went, reviving his hard-on. His skin, still sticky with her saliva, bunched and stretched. She could feel it grow in her fist.
"I want you to fuck me," she said.
Nick slowly climbed onto her. That jerking motion prepared him for entry. Her raw expression fired him up. "Yeah," he said, "I'll fuck you."
She stuffed him into her pussy. Her lips rounded as he tunneled into her.
Behind two-way glass, Claudia gloated. "The horny little fool. She's betrayed her company, and it hasn't even occurred to her."
Jon, monitoring Kathy Norfolk's inquisition, jotted a few notes on his slate. Abducting her from Swift's premises had been a fruitless venture. The girl knew virtually nothing that supported their cause. Claudia had pressed for her capture, claiming every executive should be grilled.
Claudia noticed Jon's lukewarm reception to her comment. She mentioned, "Vanessa Storm is hot on our trail, and must be stopped."
He carefully masked his emotions. "How do you know that?"
"I had a lengthy discussion with Tom Griffith, Swift's Systems Officer. He told me F.U.R. wants to halt our operation permanently."
Jon let out a sigh of relief. He discovered that he had accidentally dropped the disc used on Janine Fowler. Undoubtedly, Vanessa had found it. He didn't want to admit that he'd been trailing her. Vanessa intrigued him. He yearned to explore that fascination a little while longer. "Talk is cheap, as we both know. Leave her to me."
Claudia's eye twinkled. "Why? Do you find her attractive?"
Clever Claudia, he thought. She was extraordinarily smart. A woman could always read a man, regardless of the front he projected. "She's attractive, yes."
"More that I?" Claudia delved.
Jon was aware of Claudia's interest. Unlike the rest of B.O.N.E., Jon neglected to salivate over her. Bill Ellis, the man who had questioned Kathy Norfolk, was more likely to fall over himself getting Claudia into bed than he. Jon knew too much about her. Claudia's evil side soured his feelings. Nevertheless, he was diplomatic about it. "I never mingle with members of the workplace. That's been my hard and fast rule."
"You're no fun, Jon. I would have expected you to be more daring. Why not cut loose?"
Jon refused to encourage her. She was very sexy, but he opted to take a pass. "Did Griffith supply you with anything valuable?"
"You're changing the subject, Jon." She rubbed up against him. Watching Kathy Norfolk's transformation from moth to flame stimulated her. She didn't need two men to satisfy her. She suspected Jon would do a fine job by himself. "Wouldn't it be nice, just for once, to forget about the mission and be naughty?"
Jon tingled from her seductive brush. Temptation was short-lived. The deviant agent simply did not flip his switch. "Focus on collecting the one hundred million dollars from Swift, and let Vanessa Storm be my headache."
Claudia blustered at his rejection. "You want her. I can tell."
"I don't want a snafu," he maintained, "whether she or any other F.U.R. agent is to blame."
Claudia did not buy his nonchalance, nor did he care. His primary objective was to keep the two women separate. Claudia's villainy could reach epic proportions, if provoked. Jon flinched at the thought of exposing Vanessa to it.
Chapter Eight
Vanessa, posing as a Swift Corporation employee, gave the illusion of creating letters on her word processor. Seated in the reception area, she scrutinized e-mail coming through on the alternate server. All messages passed through the virus detection filters with flying colors. She saw nothing unusual that warranted investigation.
During her examination, she reviewed the strange situation with Janine. Her associate could not explain her sluggishness, nor why she was lying in bed with torn clothing. She had no recollection of the events that occurred. Furthermore, the metal disc found on her floor equally stumped her.
Janine was currently under observation. Vanessa insisted she be taken off the mission until further notice.
Vanessa awaited the lab's report. The technicians were thoroughly testing the metal disc to determine its origin and purpose.
During Vanessa's preoccupation with electronic messages and that disc, Jon Monroe spied on her. Dressed as a repairman, he secretly held watch while pretending to examine phone lines.
His mouth watered at the sight of her. Up close, Vanessa was even more enticing. He yearned for her in a way he never had another woman. Her face, body, personality�all contributed to a large-scale fantasy he nurtured. In his mind, he pictured her naked, gazing hungrily at him. The possibility of her genuinely wanting him gave Jon an erection. He could feel his dick swell in his pants after prolonged study of that sexy woman.
Fortunately, Vanessa was unaware she was being studied. She was too involved with her computer to pay him notice.
Don Slome came out of his office and called to Vanessa. "Miss Kingsley," he asked, "may I see you a moment?"
Vanessa maintained a straight-face as she collected a steno pad. She found her alias laughable, yet played the part. "Certainly, Mr. Slome."
Jon watched her rise to her feet. Vanessa had a lovely profile. She was absolutely beautiful. Long red hair draped her shoulders. Those large, jutting breasts strained beneath her blouse. He contemplated entirely surrounding that tiny waist with his hands. Just before she strode into Slome's private domain, he checked out her legs. They were spectacular.
The door closed behind her.
Jon envied Don Slome. To have Vanessa Storm away from prying eyes had to be the stuff of fantasies.
* * *
"We've received word from B.O.N.E. that unless the one hundred million is in their hands by midnight tomorrow," Don informed her, "they will unleash their virus."
Vanessa's eyes grew huge. "But how? There's been no sign of tampering with your defense shield. All incoming messages have been triple-checked."
"They claim our detection software is inferior to the technology they possess."
"They're bluffing. B.O.N.E. hasn't that kind of power. Advise your people to ignore their demands. I'll alert my team to increase security. Believe me, it won't happen."
"I wish I could be as confident." He lowered his voice. "Are you free this evening?"
She acknowledged his thirsty look. Their night of unrestrained passion was deliciously remembered. Vanessa had been so immersed in B.O.N.E.'s plot, she had ignored her sexual needs. Don was definitely the man for the job. "I could be."
"How about showing up at my place later?" he huskily proposed. "I'll have dinner waiting."
She hoped he served it between his legs.
* * *
Vanessa verified that her electric-charged vibrator was in her bag, among other F.U.R. gadgets. She wasn't about to leave herself unarmed.
The lab report startled her. The metal disc found in Janine's room produced overpowering impulses that crippled a person's will. The technician who prepared the summary thought it an extraordinary gadget�something fiendish only B.O.N.E. would create.
She realized someone had entered their apartment and attached it to Janine. What occurred while she wore it was probably not good. According to the technician, the wearer relinquished all physical and mental faculties.
Setting foot in the elevator, Vanessa planned to enlighten Don Slome about her discovery. She advised the lab to keep its results hush-hush.
The doors closed and she began her descent. Suddenly, the car stopped. Vanessa waited for her downward journey to resume, but after ten minutes, abandoned that hope. She smacked the alarm button, but no sound came.
She tried to remember if a guard was on duty. Surely, someone had to know the elevator was out of service.
Consulting her watch, Vanessa fumed.
* * *
Don Slome arranged an erotic adventure.
Lying on his bed without a single article of clothing, he anticipated Vanessa's arrival. He purposely extinguished all lights in his apartment, favoring the grope-one's-way-through-the-dark method. He left his front door unlocked, expecting that Vanessa would automatically figure out his intentions.
An image of Vanessa�naked and aroused� filled his mind. Slowly, he reached for his cock. The air-conditioned breeze gave him a semi-erection. Quietly, he stroked himself. He exercised care in not bringing himself to orgasm. He sought momentary stimulation. He wished to greet her with a giant boner.
Blood flowed into his shaft, engorging it. He looked forward to another session with that delightful secret agent. The thrill of her wet, hugging pussy almost caused him to shoot. He reduced his pace. His dick throbbed, anxious for another taste of her.
Moments later, he heard the front door open. The soft footsteps obviously belonged to his anticipated guest.
His bedroom door opened. Moonlight poured through the blinds, casting shadows. He recognized her familiar silhouette and mop of red hair. Mutely, she came to him. Her coat opened, then fell. Don grinned. She was completely naked beneath her wrap.
"Vanessa�"
She put a finger to her lips, calling for silence. He played along.
Vanessa climbed into bed, settling between his legs. His dick twitched with excitement. Her hot breath fanned over his susceptible flesh. Without further ado, her lips sank over his cock. He groaned, growing inside her mouth. The veins strained beneath the tautly stretched skin. Up and down those juicy lips went, stirring him into a frenzy.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, clenching his fists. Her moist pull drove him wild. She urgently downed him, taking him in ambitious mouthfuls. Bubbly saliva covered his cock. Her thumbs rotated his balls. Dragging his feet up the silk sheets, he trembled. He dug his heels into the mattress to absorb the sweet chills she provided. She draped that huge pile of red hair over his lap. He couldn't see how much she took�but he could feel it. "Slow down, baby," he croaked. "I'm going to cum too fast."
Briskly, she sucked him. Her tongue ran up and down his length, aggravating his condition. His pupils curved upward, his breath became ragged. He couldn't hold back. Those lips demanded his cum. Groaning, he yielded to them. He exploded in that hot vacuum.
"Jesus," he muttered, jerking inside those tense lips. Shuddering, he creamed in her face. "Arghh. Arghh."
Vanessa downed his torrent of jism. He heard her gulp his furious discharge.
At the conclusion of his relief, he dragged her into his arms. Vanessa dragged her swollen nipples over his hairy frame. Her velvety flesh made him tingle. She sighed with delectation.
"You did me so good, baby," he whispered. When he had clarity of vision, however, his heart nearly stopped. He saw not those exotic emerald pupils, but ice cold blue eyes. "Who�who are you?"
The woman who had just sucked his dick ripped off her wig. Her brunette hair was tightly wrapped into a bun. She shook it free, letting it fall to her shoulders. "Fooled you, didn't I? Permit me to introduce myself. I am Claudia Blake."
"Why have you pretended to be Vanessa?" Realization slowly dawned on him. "You work for B.O.N.E., don't you?"
"Brilliant deduction." She withdrew a metal disc from a bag he hadn't seen. "For that, you win a prize."
Don clamped her wrist. "What is that gizmo?"
"You'll see."
She tried putting it on his forehead, but he stopped her. "No, you don't. We'll wait until Vanessa arrives. I want her to examine it."
Claudia smirked at the strength he exhibited. His defiance aroused her. "There's no need to be afraid of it. I won't hurt you."
His brow creased. "That's for Vanessa to decide."
Claudia writhed against his manly body. Despite his baldness and conservative manner, Don Slome was an attractive man. She thoroughly enjoyed the masquerade and blowing him. His guttural reaction just before he exploded turned her on. She swirled through his thick matting, flicking his nipples. "I liked it when you came in my mouth. Your jism flooded my cheeks. I savored it before swallowing."
She recognized his quickened heartbeat. Its staccato beat put her on alert.
"Isn't it nice, being naked together?" she purred. "When a man and a woman's skin touch, sparks ignite." She rubbed her pussy against him. "Don't you think?"
Don was taken by her silky voice. Although he didn't trust the woman, she indisputably stirred him. Her satin texture did thrill him. Although he tried not to dwell on it, her silkiness kept his dick swollen. Her tickling pubes diverted him. He recalled the urgent pull of her lips, urging him to cum. The blow job she gave him had been phenomenal.
Still, he remained on guard. She was a deceptive creature.
Claudia could feel him respond to her nudity. "You're all man, Don Slome. I wouldn't mind fucking you. I don't usually give my pussy to just any man. He has to be special. But you ... I think that would be incredible."
His blue eyes peered into hers. She gave rise to his passion. Her soft words renewed his desire.
In that moment, Claudia attacked. She eluded his grip and affixed the disc to his forehead.
"Jesus," he muttered. Immediately, he let go of her wrist. Fresh sweat trickled from his brow. His handsome face contorted. His eyes closed, his mouth twisted and the stream of unintelligible words began.
Claudia reveled at the sight of him writhing under her. He groaned, fighting the electronic impulses that surged through his brain. She caressed his furry chest, soothing him during his descent into blackness.
"Yes," she laughed, relishing her power. She squirmed over his muscular frame. "Let the disc prepare you for questioning. You cannot fight it. Surrender to its vibrations."
Don's head pitched from side to side. Helplessly, he submitted to its computerized forage.
"Will Swift comply with B.O.N.E.'s wishes?" she asked him. "Will they pay the ransom?"
"No," he said through clenched teeth. His face was awash with sweat. "F.U.R. has advised us not to."
"You mean ... Vanessa Storm, don't you?"
"She's formulated a plan."
Claudia's lips curved. "I'd like to see her try." If that red-headed agent flattered herself as the fly in her ointment, she was sadly mistaken. Claudia planned to personally derail her scheme. "Who do I need to watch? Who's working in concert with her?"
Don relayed the few remaining executives involved with F.U.R. He spouted their names without hesitation. His name met inclusion in that list.
"You're wasting your time," Claudia clucked. "B.O.N.E. has Swift Corporation by the short hairs. Your money is practically on deposit in our account."
She couldn't wait to have an audience with her superior. Furnishing him with freshly acquired information would earn her a huge promotion. Power motivated Claudia.
Don's anguished demeanor enhanced her appetite. Their session had been most productive. She removed the disc from his damp forehead. Gradually, he regained his coherence.
Don gazed into Claudia's eyes. Her deception was no longer an issue. He couldn't check the impulse to devour those wanting lips. He pulled that voluptuous body to him. Claudia crushed her tits to his chest. Whimpering, she cupped the back of his head.
Taking his tongue into her mouth, she gave vent to the passion she earlier experienced. Don raced her pulse. She truly wanted him.
Their kiss fogged Don's brain. Claudia drew him into a tingling mist that jolted every cell in his body. He delved into her warmth, welcomed by her tongue. She stirred against him.
Claudia's feathery touch accentuated the moment. Don's massive hard-on pressed into her mound. She claimed her prize. The thought of stuffing him into her pussy made her weak.
Don pushed himself into shrinking pulp. Claudia sucked him into her warm, greedy pussy. She hastily descended his bony stalk. Swinging her hips, she worked him into her cunt. Hungrily, she consumed him.
"Yes, I want all of it," she moaned, grounding herself to his heavy stem. "Fuck me with your big cock. Jam me. Oh, yeah. I love the way it feels in my pussy."
Don groaned. Claudia moved like fire on top of him. Her erect nipples stabbed into his flesh. Her tits bumped his chest. Those slick walls clutched and pulled. She was so wet, he almost slipped out. He gasped from her moist heat. In and out his dick went, filling that starved snatch. His balls struck her ass when she down thrusted.
Claudia wildly indulged herself. Don was far better than she imagined. Driving his shaft, she gave herself with abandon. She buried him deep in her pussy. Briskly, she humped him, riding that stiff cock. Her quick movements created an exquisite suction in her cunt. Her juicy snatch streaked up and down that rock-hard thing.
"Yeah," she sobbed, jerking herself. The wet, rubbing sounds of her pussy turned her on. She thoroughly greased his shaft. "Fuck me."
Don viewed her as a tigress�a sexual predator. Bracing himself, he speared that drenched slot. His cock sliced through her silky knot. That burst of female energy nearly made him cum. Claudia complicated the issue by raking his shoulders with her nails. Arching her back, she caressed his balls. He didn't think he could handle much more.
"I want you to jizz," Claudia whimpered, as though reading his mind. She fondled his balls while humping him. "Come on, baby. Cream my pussy. I want to feel you squirt. Oh, yeah."
Don swallowed hard. Those silky fingers on his taut pouch generated a sapping current. He neared eruption. "You're unbelievable."
"Better than your darling Vanessa?" she sneered, galloping strongly. "Aren't you glad to have me instead?"
Don yielded to the tug of her snatch. That juicy clutch was incontestable. He lost himself in her undulating flesh. The urge to relieve himself became total.
"Yeah." She shivered. "Ohhhh."
"Ughhh. Ughhh."
Claudia collapsed in his arms. His heart hammered against her. She purred with delight. Don got her off nicely. She wouldn't mind another shot at him.
Something, however, had to be done about that nuisance, Vanessa Storm. Although they had never met, Claudia thoroughly despised her. She heard so much about the woman, it made her sick.
Claudia was going to take care of that bitch, once and for all. She would take pleasure in getting her out of the way.
Chapter Nine
Vanessa realized, after waiting in the stalled elevator thirty minutes, that her only means of escape was through the panel in the ceiling. No guard appeared on duty, cognizant of her predicament. She was unwilling to waste another second praying someone would come.
She calculated the distance from the floor to that dispensable panel. Vanessa, a mere five-feet-seven, couldn't stretch herself the extra foot or so. Even on tiptoe, she lacked the height. Leaping to her objective failed, and there was no way of climbing to it.
She sighed with resignation. The stress of leaping into action weighed upon her. She never dreamed B.O.N.E. would re-enter her life with such a resounding thud. Her episode with Randy had been likewise draining.
Randy Reynolds, she whimsically thought�what a hunk. She still recalled his reddish brown hair, hazel eyes and magnificent build. A mustache that had specks of red and gold blended well with his rugged features. A strong, virile man, he revealed a romantic side she had never suspected existed. She fell in love with the man, despite his affiliation with a corrupt organization. She recalled how he invited her to join B.O.N.E., begging her to submit to brainwashing. Although she never mentioned it to her superiors, she had been tempted. Her affection for Randy ran deep.
Luckily, their paths never crossed. She wondered how her life would have changed, had she agreed to the mind-altering procedure.
Vanessa sighed. She exhausted her options regarding escaping the elevator. Just as the situation appeared hopeless, she heard a boisterous clanging, then the sound of feet dropping onto the roof. The car moved from the added weight.
"Is someone in there?" a man shouted.
"Yes. I'm trapped."
"I'll have you out in a minute."
The panel receded and the face of a brutally handsome man with light brown hair peered down at her. His rugged features stirred her. Baby blue eyes were the most noticeable. She loved his smile, too.
"Can't you move this thing to a floor so I can get off?" she asked.
He shook his head. "It won't budge. The cable is jammed. I'll have to send for someone." His hand dropped from the ceiling. "Sorry about the inconvenience."
"Are you kidding? I'm grateful someone came to my rescue."
She shivered at the strength he demonstrated. Once latching onto that proffered hand, he pulled her up to the top without exerting himself. His face wasn't the least red, nor did he utter a sound.
"Thank you," she murmured, feasting her eyes on the man who saved her. Tanned, handsome, athletically fit�he was everything she could have desired in a hero. "My name is Vanessa Kingsley," she said, remembering to use her alias.
"And I'm Jon," he said, omitting a last name. "If you'll permit me to lift you to the next landing, I believe we can safely descend to the lobby."
"By all means."
She relished the hand boosting her. It comfortably framed her buttocks. His thumbs pressed into her derriere during that exhilarating hoist. Vanessa barely suppressed her luxurious murmur.
Jon, a limber gymnast, swung onto the landing without a hitch. Vanessa assumed he excelled at the parallel bars, given the smooth uppercut of his body. Smiling, he led her to another elevator and escorted her to the lobby. Vanessa savored every moment of their journey. Sneaking glances at Jon, she wished she could see more of him. The fit of his clothes led her to believe he had a magnificent body.
She was cognizant of his furtive study. When turning away, those baby blue eyes scanned her in a frank manner. She wished she could read his mind.
Vanessa noted that the attendant was not on duty. "Hmmmm. That's peculiar. Someone's normally at the desk, around the clock."
Jon shrugged. "Perhaps he's on a coffee break."
His presumption sounded credible. "I really have to run. I'm late for an appointment."
"Allow me drive you there. I'm off duty, and besides, it's the least I can do for making you stand in that miserable elevator."
Vanessa beamed. "If it's not too much trouble."
"Not in the least," he assured her. "I'm parked in the lower garage."
When strolling through the rear door and descending the flight of stairs, neither heard the attendant groaning in the closet. A metal disc glowed on his sweaty forehead.
* * *
"He asked not to be disturbed," the concierge informed Vanessa upon their arrival.
She thought that unlike Don. "Ring him. He may have intended that message for someone else."
"No. He specifically referred to you, and all other callers."
"But I'm here specifically at his invitation," she insisted.
"I'm sorry, Miss, but there is no mistake. He phoned me with those very instructions."
Perplexed, Vanessa glanced at Jon. "I'm sorry to have wasted your time. My friend obviously got his signals crossed."
Jon exhibited a sense of humor. "His loss, my gain. I propose a drink to cap this somewhat bizarre evening."
She gladly accepted. For the duration of their ride, Vanessa couldn't avert her gaze. Jon fascinated her. Few men struck such a delightful chord.
They went somewhere dark, where the cocktails were strong and the atmosphere conducive to seduction. In the back of her mind, Vanessa thought about the scientific advancement B.O.N.E. had made and the need to inform her superiors. On the other hand, she was afraid of disturbing the magic.
"Are you in the habit of rescuing ladies in distress?" she joked.
"Only when they look like you."
"Oh? Explain that."
His sensual lips curved. "Any description I could accurately furnish might result in a slap."
She leaned forward. "Try me."
"I wish I could," he softly admitted.
She entertained some indecent notions of her own. "You strike me as the kind of man willing to gamble for what he wants."
"You're very perceptive." He toasted her character sketch.
She watched him sip his beer. She noted the strong hand gripping the mug, the movement of his lips, the intensity of those blue eyes. She quivered in her seat, exploring the possibilities.
His eyes flickered, too. He glimpsed her large, jutting breasts several times. Vanessa boasted a dramatic cleavage. He visually digested her sexiness. In the car, he had stealthily checked out her legs when the miniskirt hiked up her thighs. Jon made no secret of his attraction.
"Where do we go from here?" he asked after prolonged study.
"My place," she said, without delay.
* * *
Jon's mouth went over hers. Vanessa parted her lips to receive his tongue. He slipped smoothly into her warmth, freely exploring it.
His powerful arms tightened around her. Vanessa shivered in his embrace. They barely managed to get through the door. The ride to her apartment was sheer torture.
Jon's lips slowly detached. She sighed from their drenching sweetness. Her next assault came when he lowered them to her neck. His soft, intoxicating suck caused her to reel.
Her nipples protruded through the soft material. She could not control her excitement. Jon's touch was electric, bombarding her with a gratifying current.
His hands traveled up her shivering form. He opened her blouse. Her tits leaped at him, her pink stubs thickly stretched. Jon's blue eyes sparkled as he digested their beauty. He rotated his thumbs over her inflamed tips, feeding them riveting jolts. His stimulation engulfed her. When she believed she couldn't take another swirling second, his mouth descended upon one of them. His suck drained the leftover oxygen from her lungs.
"Yes," she whimpered.
His lips and tongue effectively left her rent. Her nails grazed his shoulders, absently scratching. Her mouth dropped open. She was conscious of the seepage from her pussy. Her cunt tightened, then released. She contemplated seizing his cock with its slippery grasp and riding him to ecstasy.
After he had sucked one nipple, Jon went for the other. He absorbed it with delectation. Her spine arched as he brought her to a swelter. Perspiration cropped at her brow. She swayed, supplying him her stiff peak.
"That feels good," she whimpered. A stirring commotion traveled up her middle. She ached for something hard to occupy that pestering void between her legs.
Unable to check the impulse, she took the liberty of undressing him. She practically tore the buttons from his shirt. Her fingers swerved over the muscular definition of his chest. Jon's pronounced pectorals thrilled her.
"I want you," she murmured. "I'm going out of my mind, thinking about it."
He said nothing. He expressed his passion with eye contact. Vanessa basked in the severity of his blue pupils. They mirrored unchained power.
She unzipped his pants, then massaged the swell of his equipment in his briefs. Jon was huge. He was everything she imagined and more. Engrossed by his size, Vanessa attempted to wrap him with her fist. Her fingers fell short in enclosing its throbbing bulk. The thought of making room for that giant shaft made her woozy. Her pussy would feel very stuffed.
Jon descended the length of her naked body. He scooped her buttocks with his authoritative hands. Vanessa yielded to his manly strength. He pulled her crotch to his face. His eager exhalations drove her mad. Cupping her ass, he delivered his mouth. Vanessa sobbed when he divided her cunt lips with his tongue. Nothing could have prepared her for that sweet spearing. She clenched her teeth as he drilled into her hot squish.
"Mmmmm," he groaned in her juicy crack, partaking of her sugary flow. "Mmmmm."
Vanessa's green pupils arched into her whites. Her lips formed a quivering circle. She squealed as he wriggled into her snatch. The walls of her pussy contracted around his movable tip.
"Oh, yeah," he hoarsely declared. His fingers made impressions in her shuddering butt cheeks. He gulped the nectar that trickled from her muff. Vanessa's drippage was pure honey.
Hugging herself to his thirsty expression, Vanessa pelted his chin with her soaked pussy. "More," she squeaked. "Ohhhh. Please, don't stop."
Jon buried his face in her muff. He clamped down on her luscious pulp. He wrung the nectar with a twist of his lips and let it course down his throat. Vanessa writhed from his feverish pucker. Her sobs drove him wild. He swallowed her outpouring lust.
Vanessa couldn't see clearly. Her vision was impaired by the mouthfuls of cunt Jon took. He helped himself to her tasty seepage. His eyes assumed a glutted daze as he voraciously consumed her excitement.
Her joy escalated another notch when he concentrated on her clit. He revolved around that vibrant pebble, gleaning the flavor from her glistening cunt flesh. When he brushed its side, she jerked. Firmly grasping her swiveling ass, he returned her to his curling tip. She gritted her teeth as he wiggled about, subjecting her to a prolonged round.
He permitted no recovery period. His pulse-hurtling whips threw her into a frenzy. He held her fast to his face, delving into her pussy. Vanessa pressed herself to that hot receptacle. He siphoned the moisture from her snatch.
When her vision had returned, she gazed at his attached mouth. He bore down, pinning back the pink flaps. Saliva oozed from the corner of his mouth. Vanessa twitched as that bubbly stream slithered over her sensitive flesh, into her red fur.
"Ohhhh," she gasped. "Oh, Jon. Keep your tongue in my pussy. I want to fuck it."
At her command, he pumped that drenched cunt. She felt him slither back and forth, plunging into those slippery folds. His reach stole her breath.
"Faster," she pleaded. "More. Oh, yes."
He pulled her back, then impaled her on his sinuous tip. That action was repeated until she bent her spine. Her red mane whipped from one shoulder to the other. She thrust her hips in a bid to obtain maximum penetration.
Jon savored the moment. Vanessa was, without a doubt, the sexiest woman he ever had. Her features were a study of ecstasy. Her green eyes sparkled. Mewls of joy spouted from her red lips. She flew backward, barely tamed by his clutching hands.
He smashed all the pussy he could into his mouth and sucked. Her nectar flowed in abundance. He gorged himself while she twisted and turned, downing his fill. The sweep of his loving tongue replenished her supply.
Vanessa gulped air through her clenched teeth. Jon orbited her clit, then savagely licked it. She could feel its pulsating development. "I'm going to cum," she uttered.
Jon could feel the nearness of her orgasm with his mouth. Vanessa's gyrating hips and gushing juices told him she was at the verge of explosion. He took immense pleasure in creating physical havoc.
Vanessa climaxed after several more moments with that high-spirited tongue. Jon's hands prevailed in their unshakable clamp, disallowing her a reprieve from its turbulence. She shuddered around his face, losing equilibrium.
Jon rose to his feet to hold Vanessa. She swayed, at the brink of collapse. She continued to shake while he pinned her orgasm-ravaged form to the wall. She murmured indistinct comments while raking him with her nails. Examining Vanessa in a weakened state made him painfully swollen. Never had he wanted to make love more desperately to a woman.
He positioned his cock for entry. The purplish head screamed for her moist snatch. Her red wisps tickled his skin. He gazed hungrily at the pink, glistening flesh. Unable to suppress his need, he pressed himself into the wet center. Promptly, Vanessa's fingers sank into his flesh.
"Oh, God," she moaned, receiving his hard dick.
Jon leaned into that juicy cunt. Relief was instant. He pushed more into her spongy warmth. He met with no resistance during that introduction. Vanessa took him evenly, purring with satisfaction. He stuck himself into her slick cunthole. His cock climbed through that coil of pulp. His entire body screamed with joy when linked with hers.
"Stuff yourself into me," she begged. "Oh, yes. Fill me with cock."
Jon drove through her layers of squish. He loved her protracted sigh. She responded to his deep, satisfying thrusts. She clung to him, curving her legs around his. Her pussy caught his thick, plunging cock. Back and forth he sawed, giving it to her. He glided leisurely into that moist snatch. Burrowing into that slick crevice afforded him the steepest charge.
"Oh, God, I love it," she moaned as he met her sodden core. "Ohhhh. There's so much of you to take." She bit her bottom lip as his balls slapped her. The jolt she sustained from his sure, lazy strokes curled her toes. His thighs grazing her velvet skin offered a palatable chill. "I can't handle it. Faster. Shove it into me. Ram me as hard as you can."
"Relax," he muttered. "There's no rush. We have all night." He groaned as he fucked her drenched cunt. "Christ. Ahhhh. I want you all night."
Speech became impossible. Jon's dick jammed her middle. Unable to restrain herself, she made his big thing all the more juicy. Liquid joy gushed from her cunt.
Jon went on to pump her with excruciating slowness. He dragged his shaft from her until he almost slipped out, then reversed direction and reinstated himself in entirety. Wet noises emanated from their gentle friction.
Vanessa's head rolled from side to side, digesting the feast of sensations those plodding thrusts granted. She ran her hands up and down his arms, whimpering. "Oh, God," came her sharp intake when that solid dick caused her snatch to appreciably expand. He ground his trunk to her warm, sticky hole before receding. Her cunt lips loosened as he swung back, only to widen when he submerged himself. "Ohhhh."
"Yeah," Jon groaned, loving the moist clasp of her pussy. His features reflected total bliss. The intensity of his blue eyes dulled when he completely installed his cock in cunt. "I love how tight it is."
Vanessa clutched his buttocks. No amount of clawing motivated him. "Please, finish me off. You're driving me crazy."
Each consecutive thrust caused her pleasure to climb. His rock-hard member scaled the layers of squish, awakening her every cell. She memorized his pattern of veins, awesome shape and thrilling texture from his tempo. That rotund bulb kissed her womb at the end of each swoop.
"I love it," she wept. "Ohhhh. I love the way it fucks me. More. Oh, please, more."
The tumult concluded ferociously. Vanessa had no way of knowing her orgasm would thoroughly deplete her. The tremors amassed, invoked by those lumbering strokes. She soared from his splitting probe. Her loins sizzled from the mounting friction.
"Hold me," she cried, shaking riotously. "Oh, Jon. Ohhhh. Ohhhh. Ohhhh." Her eyes rolled into their sockets as she welcomed the sweet assault.
Jon's arms closed around her, sheltering her from the crippling contractions. He crammed that rigid mass into her snatch, allowing her to spasm against it. He groaned as juicy pulp crushed him. "Yeah, baby. Milk me. Now. Arghh. Arghh. Ughhh."
He gushed in her pussy. She gasped at the flood of jism he released. He twitched and squirted within her seizure-ridden flesh. The room reverberated with their collective wails of joy.
They slid to the floor. Vanessa purred after her fulfillment was complete. They spent a marvelous aftermath with limbs tangled. Jon tossed onto his side, dragging her along. She lowered her head to his chest, awaiting his breath to regain normalcy.
Jon smiled. It was even better than he imagined. Vanessa Storm was an awesome lay. He was in no hurry to dispatch her. The thought of having her repeatedly sped his heart.
She was his dream woman.
Chapter Ten
Bill Ellis watched Janet's blouse open and her big tits emerge. Claudia's secretary was searching for her boss, found Bill, and yielded to the raw look he gave. Unlike Claudia, Janet flirted with Bill. Many of B.O.N.E.'s members enjoyed each other, using sex as a release valve. Stress ran high at central headquarters. Time permitting, they occasionally indulged themselves with a quickie.
He could tell Janet was horny the second he saw her. Those dark eyes flashed at him. They'd been together before, and it was usually good.
"Does Claudia know you're here?"
She almost giggled while ridding herself of her top. Lush, pink nipples protruded�pleading for a suck. He declined their invitation. Janet peeled her bottoms off with seductive flair. He swallowed roughly seeing her dark fluff. Visions of Claudia swam through his head. He wished she was performing that striptease rather than her assistant.
Janet looked expectantly at him. "How about getting naked, too?"
His arms hung loosely at his sides. A smugness filled him. "Do it for me."
"With pleasure."
Not the bashful type, Janet opened his pants, then tugged his briefs over his hips. Bill was only semi-erect. Had it been Claudia, his cock would have waved in her face. Seeing him at half-mast did not disappoint her. She took what was available in her fist.
"Let's get you in working order," she murmured, stroking it. Though slack, the skin of his dick gave forth a pleasurable tickle. "Are you enjoying that? Hmmmm. Let's make it nice and big."
He stood before Janet, trembling from her clasp. He continued to yearn for Claudia, but that desire receded as her masturbation took precedence. His cock doubled in size, rising steadily through her grip. Her gentle rhythm provoked an erection.
"Oh, yeah," she said. "You're ready to fuck." After one last caress, she released his dick. It swayed in the air all by itself.
Bill removed a condom from the table. "Slip this on for me."
She arched her brow and anchored a hand to her hip. "Don't you want to really feel me?"
"It's specially lubricated for rear entry."
The color rose in her cheeks. "You're going to fuck me in the ass?"
His thick dick jutted. "Come on. It'll feel good."
Janet's lips curved. "Sure." She put it over his domed head, then wrapped his impressive length. The white, sticky sheath that enclosed him stretched to assume its imposing dimensions. She predicted delectation in taking him up the butt.
He gestured to the carpeted floor. "Lay on your stomach and spread your legs."
She made a show of sliding open. Those undulating cheeks made a mouthwatering target. Propped high, she baited him. "Come get it."
Bill leaned over Janet. Claudia's face became superimposed. For a fleeting moment, he was led to believe that cock-teasing, condescending bitch would consummate his pleasure. Watching Claudia moan while he stuck it in her ass fueled his imagination. The mere thought of her submitting to him in such a fashion made him ramrod stiff.
She wagged her ass. "It's there to fill. Slide in, baby, and give me a ride."
Bill pressed into that wrinkled opening. The soft flesh gave way to the tension he exerted. It gradually enveloped him. His cock-bulb sank into that steamy clutch.
"Ohhhh," Janet sighed.
He probed her anus in degrees. As he pushed, her baking heat permeated his groin. Janet offered some resistance. He pushed harder, progressing through her dark pulp. The rest of him sank into that narrow channel. His balls settled on those heart-shaped cheeks.
"Yeah," he muttered, closing his eyes and swallowing. "Yeah."
Janet shifted and moaned. Bill fully opened her. His cock virtually split her in two. She reeled from that packed feeling. Rocking her hips, she aggressively took Bill. His shaft charged in and out of her rectum. She fanned her fingers over the carpet, then fit herself tightly against his body. He jammed himself deep into her asshole. Janet savored the crushing strain of a man throbbing in her butt.
Bill clamped her mound and dragged those squirming buns flush with his groin. He buried it in her seat, deep and wide. Oh, yeah. That asshole vibrated around him, gobbling him to the root. The rubber he wore facilitated penetration. Its gummy surface enabled him to coast into that tight crack. He plowed through it, groaning, then yanked all but his bloated head from its tremulous grip. The faster he went, the more ecstatic Janet's expression. She appeared to thoroughly enjoy his pumping.
"God," she whimpered, thrashing on her elbows and knees. "There's so much of you, baby. So much fucking cock crammed in my ass."
Bill was insensitive to her cries. Although he took care in not hurting her, his body functioned of its own accord. His cock hungrily dove into her butthole, seeking its gratifying embrace.
Psychologically, he toggled between Janet's ecstatic expression and Claudia's. He wished Claudia was on the receiving end of his hard, punishing thrusts.
The prophylactic dulled some of the thrill of being immersed in a woman, yet he derived a respectable amount of friction. He reviewed the scene before him: his cock protruded from her ass, the sheath reaching close to his stem, and his balls exposed. Janet's butt cheeks shook as he shafted them. The unprotected section of his cock rubbed her anus as he dipped into it. He stuffed himself so fiercely into her rump, his balls ballooned around her slot.
Some women did not care for anal penetration, but Janet was not one of them. She relished his deep probe. His cock roused unrealized sensations that hastened her breathing. Even in its protective wrap, she discerned his beat. His excitement of exploring her ass was felt in its wrenching embrace.
"I'm going to cum," Bill groaned, switching his tempo. That rigid thing plunged quicker into her rear receptacle. Her asshole caught and disgorged him. His dick came back for more. "Oh, baby. I'm going to jizz."
"Yeah," she sobbed. "Do it."
Bill imagined Claudia beneath him, panting and feverish, about to take his load. His cock was embedded in her writhing buns. Nothing could prevent his creamy emission from flooding into her bowels. Claudia moaned from the deluge. "Ughhh."
He spewed into the pocket intended to capture his cum. The rubber expanded to collect his discharged fluid. It gushed through the skintight space and oozed from the folded border near the trunk of his cock. He orgasmed so ferociously, merely from that fantasy, that it leaked from his rubber. White goo seeped from the top, trickling over his balls.
With a groan, he flipped onto his side. Janet whimpered as his dick became dislodged. He left a conspicuous void in those shapely cheeks.
Janet bent to retrieve his cum-saturated condom. It smoothly came off his cock, but it left puddles on his stomach. She swooped down, lapping him clean. Her tongue lovingly collected the milky residue.
"Christ," Bill gasped at her kittenish licks. His head rolled from side to side as he digested those ticklish sensations.
When through, she siphoned the remaining jism from his used rubber. Her tongue delved to the bottom in its search for his spent cum. She ran it over her lips to wipe the surplus.
Bill, continuing to shudder from orgasm, simply watched.
Claudia entered the room. "There you are, you naughty girl. I've been looking for you."
Janet hopped to her feet and began dressing. "Sorry, Miss Blake."
"Get down to the lab. We've another subject to interrogate. I'll need you."
The girl promptly left. Claudia sneered at Bill. "I'll thank you not to bother my girls. They're too busy for such nonsense."
"You don't like me, do you, Claudia?"
She shrugged. "You're a loser. You've made no effort to get any higher within the organization."
"Forget that. What about looking at me as a man?" He gestured to his cock. It remained stiff, even after exploding. Orgasm hadn't dulled its power. He remained at his full, flattering size.
She laughed derisively. "That will never happen." With that, she departed.
"Bitch," he growled. One day, his cock was going to end up in that big mouth of hers�and he would have the last laugh.
Chapter Eleven
Vanessa sensed someone was trailing her. Walking through her hallway with a bag of groceries, she braced herself for a confrontation. Soft footsteps definitely padded behind her. She couldn't imagine them belonging to a man, though that aspect could be intentional.
At her door, she placed the bag on the floor and got her key. The feel of cold metal afforded a measure of reassurance. If someone attempted to rush her, she had some form of protection.
She abruptly turned and checked both sides of the hall. Nothing. She slid the key in the lock and started to turn the knob when someone tapped her shoulder.
Vanessa jumped, then flew around.
"I'm terribly sorry," a beautiful brunette with dazzling blue eyes said. "I didn't mean to startle you."
A sexy voice came from those luscious lips. She had a delectable body�the kind that was instantly noticeable. "You're very quick. I didn't see you a moment ago."
"I'm afraid I've gotten locked out of my apartment. My roommate isn't home. Would you mind if I used your phone? Perhaps I can catch her at work."
Vanessa composed herself. Her traumatic moment was over. "Go right ahead."
"Thanks. By the way, I'm Claudia."
"Vanessa."
Claudia casually strolled through the door and let out a whistle. "It's very cozy in here. Do you rent alone?"
"I had a roommate, but ... she left."
Claudia looked sympathetic. "Must be lonely to be by yourself."
"I don't mind." She mesmerized Vanessa. The woman was physically striking. It seemed odd that she had not seen her gorgeous neighbor before. Claudia would surely have arrested her attention. "The phone is over there."
Claudia sashayed over to the instrument. "I hope this isn't an imposition."
"Not at all," Vanessa said, hauling her bag to the kitchen. "I was about to prepare dinner."
"Oh?" Claudia noted the volume of groceries. "You're cooking for two?"
Vanessa nodded. She'd impulsively invited Jon for a quiet evening. Although it wasn't her habit to entertain guests while on assignment, she couldn't resist. She envisioned a night of pasta and wine, then delicious sex. Jon had really rocked her boat. She looked forward to another session with that virile man.
Claudia placed her call. She turned her back, mumbling into the receiver. Vanessa caught fragments of her conversation. "Yes, she's here. How soon? Excellent. Leave it to me."
Vanessa did not see Claudia dip into her purse, nor withdraw the shiny metal disc. She camouflaged it with her hand. Her brows arched and her lips curled.
The buzzer abruptly sounded. Vanessa strutted to the intercom. "I'm here," Jon announced.
Vanessa smiled. "I hope you've brought your appetite."
"Oh, yeah," he chuckled, "I'm looking right at it. Maybe you can snack on it for a while."
Vanessa, pressing the button, glanced at Claudia. "Sorry. He's got a tremendous sense of humor."
Claudia's lips thinned. The disc burned in her fist. "I can only imagine."
Vanessa ignored her withering look. Jon's imminent arrival preoccupied her. She opened the door and floated into his arms. Their kiss was interrupted by his shocked reaction, which evolved into blatant hostility.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded, staring at Claudia.
"Finishing incomplete business," she succinctly replied.
Jon's frown, and the curt tone Claudia employed, confused Vanessa. "Do you know each other?"
"We're old friends," Claudia explained.
Jon had an instant recovery. "Vanessa, would you excuse us?" He turned to Claudia. "We have a matter to settle."
Claudia smiled. "That won't be necessary."
"I insist."
Claudia recognized the edge in his voice and complied. "Thank you for your kindness, Vanessa. I hope we meet again, soon."
Baffled, Vanessa glanced from Claudia to Jon. Neither bothered to enlighten her about the underlying situation.
Claudia contained her snarl until they were in the elevator. "How dare you interfere. I almost had her." She revealed the disc in her hand. "I was about to put it on her when you arrived."
"Put that thing away." He pulled out a small walkie-talkie from his pocket. "I need you. Meet me out in front."
"Who is that?"
"Never mind. You almost ruined everything with your haste."
Claudia jeered. "Are you mad that I almost spoiled your piece of ass for tonight?"
"That's none of your business. I have control of the situation."
"It's odd you failed to mention it at headquarters. I'm sure our superior will be quite annoyed about that delicate omission."
The elevator doors opened. "Let's go," he barked, unwilling to hear more of her castigation.
Claudia reluctantly followed. Outside, Bill Ellis was behind the wheel of a large black sedan. She grimaced. "Not a chance. I'm not going anywhere with him."
"He's returning you to headquarters," Jon said, opening the door. "You've caused enough trouble."
"I won't go," she hissed.
Jon pushed her into the back. Enraged, Claudia tumbled over the seat. He hopped inside, shutting the door. Bill took pleasure in seeing Claudia undone. Claudia vented him a poisonous look. He continued viewing her malice through the rear view mirror.
"Before I go up there," Jon patiently said, "is there anything I need to know? What have you told her?"
Claudia bared her claws, preparing to scratch Jon. She plunged them into his muscular thigh. He neglected to flinch.
"Tell me," he ordered. "Does she know I'm with B.O.N.E.?"
"What if I mentioned it? She's the enemy." She brandished the disc. "This should have gone on her miserable head. I relished the thought of having her under my power."
Jon stared coldly at her.
"It's too late, anyway. I've informed our superior. He's taken a personal interest in this case, and said he would oversee the interrogation."
The blood drained from Jon's face. "He's coming?"
"Yes. Vanessa Storm has been a thorn in everyone's side." She exhibited the metal disc in her hand. "He'll expect to find her with this on her forehead. We don't want to disappoint him, do we?"
Jon blocked her path. "I'm not letting you anywhere near Vanessa."
Claudia's lips twisted. "So, you've turned traitor. Our superior will be stunned to learn of your treachery. I'll be sure to enlighten him."
"I haven't got time for your nonsense, Claudia. We'll discuss it later."
Snarling, she hurled herself at him. The metal disc came toward his forehead. Jon dodged it, then grabbed his wrist. They struggled in the back, their bodies colliding. Claudia, realizing she was beaten, pulled out all the stops. She fought like a tigress.
Bill mutely witnessed their scuffle. Claudia's screams meant nothing, regardless of her accusations.
"You idiot," she cried. "You're throwing it all away on a woman." She renewed her effort to attach the disc to Jon. He aborted her attempt. "B.O.N.E. will expel you. You will receive a dishonorable discharge by the time I'm done with you."
With a surge of strength, Jon pushed her onto her back. He remained a respectful distance from that brain-manipulating device. Claudia writhed on the seat, hurling invectives.
Bill watched her legs go up, then separate. He glimpsed a pair of black panties beneath her skirt. He thought he saw some dark pubes curl around the front panel. Claudia arched her back, squealing with anger.
"You'll be punished for double-crossing B.O.N.E.!" she condemned. "Traitor!"
Claudia wrestled free of his grip and tried to stick the disc on his forehead. He enclosed her wrist, then turned the mechanism in her direction.
He had had enough of her foolishness, and decided to give her a dose of her own medicine.
"Don't!" she screamed as Jon manipulated her aim. His strength was non-negotiable. The disc descended upon her. "No. Don't put it on me! Bill, for the love of God, help me!"
Bill, having no allegiance to that calculating woman, refused to lift a finger.
Jon's thumb pressed down, securing it to her forehead. Her scream died. Claudia ceased struggling. Her legs slowly dropped around Jon's huffing figure. She pitched on the seat, moaning. Sweat immediately began to dampen her brow.
Jon regarded her subdued figure with disgust. "Get her out of here�fast," he ordered Bill. I've got to salvage the mess she created upstairs."
The door slammed. Jon hustled into Vanessa's building. He was gone in a heartbeat.
Bill calmly pulled away from the curb. Claudia's disjointed sounds reverberated in the car. He drove down the street while glimpsing her sweat-drenched torment in the back. Her skirt was hiked, legs spread. He could still see the errant pubes from her panties.
He spotted an alley several blocks away. Smoothly, he pulled into its sheltering blackness. The faint city lights flickered in the background. He turned off the ignition, then gazed at her.
Claudia undulated, subjected to the same fever she inflicted on her victims. Those lips seductively moved. Those big tits rose and fell with each tortured breath.
He climbed into the back, kneeling between her sleek legs. The sight of her set him on fire.
He removed the disc from her forehead. Her eyes focused on him. He found no repugnance in her expression. She genuinely panted for him.
"Okay, baby," he said, yanking down his zipper. His swollen cock extended from his fly. "Beg me for it."
Claudia squirmed in frustration. She fanned her hands over his stomach, progressing toward that fat dick. "Give it to me," she whimpered. "Fuck me."
Bill backed away, relishing her misery. "What's the magic word?"
"Please."
He leaned toward her. Claudia grabbed his rigid shaft. She looked as though she'd never seen one so marvelous. Bill felt as though he was hung like an elephant. She jerked, drawing strong pulsations.
He couldn't get over her visible delight. The disc merely stripped her other emotions away. It was the same Claudia, minus the attitude.
"You like it, don't you?" he muttered.
Her legs separated. Bill could see the dark pubes twisting around the front section. His mouth went dry. Hungrily, he tore them off. That sought-after pussy was his for the taking.
Claudia gazed at Bill. Weakness flooded her. He swooped between her damp fur, then plugged it with that bloated cockhead. "Oh, God."
"Yeah," he groaned, cramming himself into her snatch. Claudia's juicy snatch covered him. Her pupils rolled into their sockets. He hung her legs over his shoulders as he drove himself into that squishy center. "Oh, yeah. This is where I belong."
Claudia savored that hard, penetrating thing. Bill's wide member nearly split her in two. She shoved herself at it, gobbling that stiff cock. "I want all of you, baby. Jam yourself in my pussy."
"With pleasure." He rammed himself to the balls. Claudia's lips curved in delight. She gyrated her hips, urging him to pump her. He slid in and out of her cunt. "You're so fucking tight. Let's see if I can't loosen you up."
"Yes. Please. I want every bit of that monster."
She said it with such conviction, he disbelieved his hearing. "You said the magic word." He plunged into that slick hole, committing his entire resources to their mutual gratification.
She welcomed his every thrust. He sliced into her pussy, stroking that clenching hole. She moaned aloud, aching from his pulsing diameter. Its shivering twist afforded her a powerful thrill.
He opened her blouse and took out her tits. Those enormous boobs bulged in his hands. Claudia was stacked. His hands slid up and down her body, then returned to those fleshy globes. He palmed those swollen nipples. Claudia whimpered.
"Squeeze my tits," she begged. "Tweak my nipples."
He scooped her tits together, bringing the nubs together. They looked too appetizing. He fit both simultaneously in his mouth and sucked.
"Oh, yeah," Claudia moaned. "Use your teeth."
Bill nibbled gently on those thick stubs. They were the most delicious ones in existence. He drew upon them while fucking her warm, wet pussy.
Claudia clutched his ass, dragging him to her. His dick sank even further into her cunt. His balls rested on her silky flesh. She wrapped her juicy lips around his cock and milked him.
"You're going to make me cum," he groaned.
Bill released her large breasts and captured that undulating butt. Clamping down, he pulled her toward him. Her cunt swallowed him whole. He crushed his groin to her quivering mound. Back and forth he went, enjoying its succulent grip. That pussy fucked him again and again, catching the skin of his cock. The urge to explode flared.
"Fuck me," Claudia sighed, enjoying the feel of those pulsations inside her. Bill drilled into her cunthole, thickly packing it. "Fuck me. Harder. Don't stop."
He answered her wish. Moving his hips, he immersed himself into that wet snatch. She received his full measure. Luscious noises emanated from their merged flesh. He listened to her dripping acceptance of him. She feverishly responded to its propulsion.
"Move that ass, baby," Bill croaked. "Bring it to me. Come back to me with that soaked cunt."
"Ohhhh," she whimpered, impaling herself. "Oh, yeah. Ohhhh."
"Keep it coming," he gasped, clenching his teeth. He expelled stale air from his lungs. "Come on, baby. Stroke me. Oh, yeah. More."
Leaning toward him, she moaned. That massive thing pried her apart.
Bill began fingering her. He jiggled her clit fast, overloading her senses. "Do you like that? Huh, baby? Want more?"
She furiously nodded.
"I'm going to make you cum so hard." Wiggling her button, he felt her constrict. "Oh, yeah. Make yourself tight around me, baby. Squash me with that pussy."
Claudia shrank around his throbbing cock. "I want you to explode."
Bill felt the blood drain from his face. With that, he yanked himself out of her pussy and let her have it. Hot cum squirted over her tits. He groaned as it spurted onto those jiggling globes.
Claudia went numb. Orgasm ravaged her body. She felt Bill splatter her damp flesh, yet didn't care. Jism rained over her climaxing figure. She rocked frantically on the seat, gasping for air.
Bill immediately began spreading his hot goo over her nipples. Her tits had a creamy finish. He coated those soft, full breasts, distributing a generous amount over her distended nubs. The aroma of his spent fluid drifted through the car.
When he was through, he wiped the excess cum onto her face. Claudia blissfully received it. He drew not a single complaint.
He revolved her lips after smearing her cheeks. Claudia opened her mouth and took him inside. He could feel her tongue teasing him back to rigidity.
"I knew it," he said with a smile, "that one day, I'd end up right in this exact spot."
Chapter Twelve
Jon found Vanessa's door wide open. As he walked inside, Vanessa rounded the corner, pointing her electric-charged vibrator at him.
"Stand back," she cautioned. "I'm prepared to use this on you."
Jon, heeding her warning, came to a stop. "Why would you? I'm not your foe."
"You're Jon Monroe, an agent of B.O.N.E. I verified your identity with F.U.R. records. They faxed me your biography." She indicated the piece of paper on the table, bearing his picture and statistics. "I thoughtlessly avoided doing so before. I should have known better. Any member of that organization is not a friend of mine."
"That's not entirely true," mentioned a familiar voice.
Randy Reynolds walked into her apartment. He was exactly as she remembered: a handsome scoundrel with short, brownish red hair, hazel eyes and a hawk-like nose. A trimmed mustache completed his virile looks. Easily clearing six-feet, five inches, he was pure muscle.
Vanessa trembled. The sight of him threw her. Her mouth dropped, her eyes moistened. It took several seconds to recover.
Jon recognized their familiar exchange. "You know each other?"
"We ran into each other once," he said, gazing steadily at Vanessa, "not so long ago." He held out his arms. "How about a proper welcome?"
Vanessa, mesmerized, began walking toward him.
"No!" Jon shouted, trying to intercept her. He saw everything he hoped to achieve falling apart. "Don't!"
By reflex, Vanessa swung the vibrator. An electric crackle sounded. Jon grimaced in pain as it touched his stomach, then dropped to the floor.
"He'll be fine when he awakes," Randy said, regarding Jon's unconscious form. "Don't worry about him."
Vanessa fiercely embraced him. Those bands of veritable steel afforded her the comfort she craved. She murmured her relief in having him again in her arms. Solid muscle pressed against her breasts. Their mouths welded with fiery passion. Vanessa welcomed the tickle of his mustache as their lips met. His tongue entered her. She seductively slithered at him. Their tips locked. His remembered taste filled her mouth.
"Where have you been?" she asked after their kiss ended. "It's been years�"
"Without a doubt. Time has passed, yet you look virtually the same. You're sexier than ever."
Vanessa beamed. "Smooth talker. I'll bet you never suffered a day without pussy. Are women still throwing themselves at you?" Her arms tightened around him. "The sight of you makes me horny."
He chuckled. "I'm glad you haven't changed."
"Are you with B.O.N.E.?"
"Very much so. I'm in charge of a progressive unit that's heavily involved in the Internet. I've spearheaded that effort."
Vanessa's pulse raced. "You're not behind that dreadful virus�the one B.O.N.E. has used against various companies to extort money?"
"I'm afraid I am."
She tried backing away, but Randy held her fast. She couldn't wiggle free of those powerful hands. Her heart hammered in her chest. Their sweet reunion rapidly turned sour. "Then you're responsible for manufacturing those loathsome discs."
"You mean, this?" He took one out of his pocket.
Vanessa stared at the shiny metal object. It was the very kind she found in Janine's room. "Oh, my God." She glanced at Jon's inert form. "He works for you�and tried to warn me."
Randy grimly nodded. "I'm his superior." He sighed with resignation. "He's guilty of the same mistake I made years ago: falling in love with you. Claudia did her best to prevent it, but it was too late."
"Claudia�the woman who was just here?"
"Yes. We've been lovers for more than a year. I told her all about you." He smiled wanly. "I believe I made her jealous. She seemed most interested in meeting you. I suspected malign purposes were behind that fascination. I'm proud of her growth. She's proved herself a formidable opponent of F.U.R."
Vanessa stared at the metal disc. "You're not going to make me wear it, are you, Randy?"
"I'm afraid I must."
"But ... I thought you cared about me."
"I always have. I waited patiently for you, Vanessa. I kept hoping you would resign from F.U.R. and seek opportunities with B.O.N.E. I wanted us to be together. You disappointed me. Meanwhile, I climbed the ranks of the organization. One promotion led to another. Now I command a huge sector of it."
Vanessa's gut wrenched. She cringed at the pride he took in his work.
"F.U.R. has frequently attempted to ruin us, but we are about to send them our deadliest weapon yet." He smiled sardonically at her. "You."
"Me?"
"I'm personally training you. I'll teach you B.O.N.E.'s methods. They'll have no defense."
Her eyes fell on the disc. "What will that do to me?"
"First, it will compel you to speak the truth. All our questions will be answered: the various locations of F.U.R. hideouts, the makeup of their weapons, key personnel. Every vital piece of information is stored in that little brain of yours. This disc will unlock those mysteries."
She shook her head. "Oh, no."
"The disc, however, has a known side effect. It leaves the wearer with an insatiable appetite for sex."
"Does that mean I'll fuck anybody who takes it off?"
"The woman in you will intensely crave flesh. All prejudices and resentment will be cast aside. It won't force you to be with someone not of your choosing. Subconsciously, you would be attracted to him or her. The disc merely wipes away all the distractions and allows that enticement to burst forth.
"Regular use of the disc will eventually erase all remembrance. If worn several times, particularly in succession, it will scrub your memory banks clean. B.O.N.E. can then reshape your personality, and make it theirs. We'll revamp your entire character, and convert you into a machine that will facilitate our purpose."
Vanessa renewed her bid to be free of him. She struggled in his arms. "I don't want that. No, Randy, please, don't."
"I'm sorry, baby," he said with a grin. "It's my job."
He attached the disc to her forehead. Her eyes closed and her lips rounded. She let out an anguished cry, then collapsed in his arms.
"That was a tough thing to do," he said, regret entering his voice. "Forgive me. Unfortunately, it was quite necessary. Now you'll be mine."
He carried her to the bed. Vanessa's voluptuous form spilled over the sheets. She writhed, her face streaked with sweat. The disc explored her mind, preparing her for questioning.
"Have you requested help from F.U.R. headquarters?" he asked.
"I told them I would notify them if I couldn't handle Jon Monroe."
"Good. You'll call them back and tell them he escaped. You're going to return with me to B.O.N.E. Your people will think you've vanished."
Vanessa thrashed on the bed, absorbing his instructions. Though visibly battling the disc's electronic impulses, she yielded to them. Her delectable body swayed to his delight. Her abandoned movements summoned delicious memories. He recalled fucking that gorgeous creature�enjoying every second.
His initial examination ended. It was unnecessary to grill her at length. There was plenty of time for an extensive interrogation later.
That sweet body called to him.
He disconnected the disc from her hot, wet forehead. Vanessa returned to him, a woman obsessed with sex. Softly, she caressed him. Hunger filled her emerald eyes.
Vanessa was conscious of Randy. The hand sweeping her skin discharged electricity. She stirred. Her nipples involuntarily stretched in response to that current. Those fingers traveling her side brought prickling weakness.
He dredged a sob from the bottom of her throat. Reality merged with fantasy. Vanessa could no longer separate the two. Randy had been a fixture in her erotic imagination. She could not resist him.
His hand closed over her buttocks. At his squeeze, she moaned. Urgency was perceived in his grip. He ran his thumb up and down her crack. More of that sweet voltage jarred her body.
Vanessa was acutely aware of the damp spot in her panties. Randy's kneading induced that precipitation. Juice seeped from her pussy.
His other arm went around her. Vanessa whimpered from his embrace. Randy revealed the strength of his need. The front of his pants widely bulged. He pressed something stout and inflexible into her mound. Stationing both hands over her ass, he dragged her tightly to his body.
Unable to think, Vanessa ground herself to that solid wedge. Her thoughts were muddled.
Randy devoured her lips. He nibbled on them until they formed a shivering ring. His tongue delved into her hot cavern. She acknowledged his vibrant tip. Hers darted about. She reacquainted herself to his taste, his groan.
Capriciously, she reached for his cock. Its vastness thrilled her. His thick-bodied member throbbed in her grip. He was of enormous measure.
Randy ventured south. He kissed her neck and tits, then blazed a trail across her stomach and navel. He removed her clothes, kissing each inch of skin he uncovered. His heavy exhalations over her red thatch riddled her senses. He caressed her silky curves, his fingertips dispersing jolting kilowatts. After roaming her lower region, they met at her snatch. She moaned as they unlocked her folds. His thumbs dipped into that sodden crease and pinned the flaps. His wet, sinuous tip dabbed her juicy center.
"Oh, God," she murmured, undulating. "Ohhhh."
Randy had an intuitive tongue. He slurped that flowery arrangement with imagination. His strokes quickly intoxicated her. Her cunt moistened in degrees. Honey oozed from her core. Randy worked to collect the sweet stickiness that flowed.
Vanessa rotated her hips. Randy's expert tip remained in hot pursuit. He pressed his mouth to her sluiced opening, then sucked. She moaned at his siphoning action. He drew the fluid from her quivering hole, gulp after gulp.
Restless to get her mouth on him, Vanessa curved her body. She aligned herself to his crotch. She exhaled over that pulsing monster. Cupping his buttocks, she dragged him to her face. Her lips enclosed his cockhead. Downing that sizable member required complete relaxation. She made her descent, plying him with spit. After absorbing that second inch, Vanessa realized her lips' expansion were at capacity.
While pleasuring him, Randy went on to drive her crazy. He energetically tongued her pussy. She loved his style. He reached far into her snatch, draining that perpetual flow. Despite the volume he pumped, her juices were swiftly replenished.
He waltzed about her clit in a tormenting fashion. Randy bestowed her love button leisurely laps. He was attuned to Vanessa's preference of a slow start. That lazy inception kindled a fire. She writhed before his flickering tongue, shivering. As his slurps intensified, Vanessa adjusted the aim of her hips so that her clit received full benefit.
She licked his cock with equal fancy. Her bubbly saliva dribbled over that bulbous knob. He thrusted his hips, trying to get into her mouth. Vanessa eluded him. Her serpentine tip danced over his vein-snarled length. His pulsations aroused her.
Randy clutched her buns, then pulled her on top of him. The brunt of her weight was on his face. She hoarsely sank onto his mouth. That vigorous tongue incapacitated her. Twisting to and fro, she impaled herself on it.
"Mmmmm," he mumbled in her pussy.
His cock stood upright, begging for her suck. She descended upon it with yawning lips, but met its bulk halfway. He was simply too large to fully absorb.
She sucked her mouthful of him. Bubbly foam ran from her attached lips. Randy groaned. He shifted beneath her, responding to her feverish pull.
He filled his mouth with cunt and retaliated. His taste buds screamed for her tangy treat. Probing those hot, succulent layers, he sought her nectar.
"Oh, yes," Vanessa wept. She pushed down on his face, then rubbed his chin and cheeks. She humped that pussy-loving tongue. "Make me cum, baby. Lick me until I cum."
"Mmmmm," he growled against her sodden flesh. He caressed her satiny thighs, then curved over those luscious butt cheeks.
She recaptured his cock. Her lips stroked the uppermost part. Seizing the bottom section with both hands, she masturbated him. His balls were jism-packed. She sucked ferociously, anxious to relieve him.
Her oral concentration shattered his resolve. He pitched beneath her, fucking her mouth. Without detaching his lips, he thrusted himself to orgasm. His howl of pleasure was muffled by her snatch.
Vanessa purred. His cum glutted her cheeks. She swallowed his immense ejaculation.
Randy focused on her clit after reclaiming his wits. Intolerant of Vanessa's leisurely sway, he clamped that slippery ass and drank powerfully from her cunt. Her juices quenched his thirst. He tickled her clit to make more. His continual assault precipitated her climax.
"Oh, yeah," Vanessa moaned, rising and falling on his voracious expression. "Eat it. Eat my pussy. Make me cum."
He hummed into that juicy crack while collecting her sugary treat.
Her lips formed a circle. She plunged her nails into his flesh. Randy, preoccupied, fed upon her sweet trickle. Liquid heat dissolved on his tongue. The fact his slurps triggered her orgasm was irrelevant.
"Ohhh," she said, dizzily soaring. "Ohhhh."
She contracted over that drilling tongue. Her pussy constricted about it, attempting to halt its curling madness. She rode the balance of her pleasure on his slobbering expression.
When her seizure subsided, Vanessa rolled off his face. The intensity of orgasm dulled her senses. She collapsed beside Randy, gasping for air.
She brushed his lips and traced his jaw. His hand closed over her ass. Its press induced her to sob. Still sensitive from orgasm, she shivered. His fingers delved into malleable flesh.
Randy slowly detached his mouth and trailed kisses down her neck and across her breasts. She trembled as his tongue circled her nipples. Lines of bubbly moisture were drawn on her satin skin. He engaged her tit tip with a lavish slurp. One saliva-rich stroke followed another. She stiffened beneath his oral caress.
"Yes," she whispered, running her fingers through his brownish red hair. Randy's compulsion with satisfying her manufactured adrenaline.
Randy gathered her tits, arranging the pointed tips. He generously lashed them, fluttering over their stiff ends. One fervent swoop was succeeded by another.
Joy shafted through her body.
His mouth captured her erect nub. Hot suction followed. His tongue swerved around the trapped section while spittle oozed from his tingling pucker.
Vanessa dug her heels into the mattress. She moaned from his slippery pull. She could feel his love in the suck he vented. Her body nourished his affection. He centered himself upon gratifying her.
While sucking her tit, his hands investigated her curves. He grazed her smooth skin, using the lightest touch. His fingertips swirled over her silken planes as though meeting with them for the first time. The interlude that separated them never existed. She felt as though they had always been together.
Randy lowered his cock into that wet pussy. He groaned from Vanessa's starved clasp. He thrusted into that juicy cunt, letting its sodden folds catch him. Her lips rounded as he plunged deeply into that slick hole.
"Yes," she murmured, receiving him in full. "Oh, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me, baby."
Randy did not hesitate to indulge himself. That pussy feverishly embraced him. He stuffed everything he had into it. Vanessa whimpered from her intake, yet displayed no protest. She loved every penetrating moment.
He gazed into those emerald green eyes. They were glazed over. Those red lips mouthed words of ecstasy. She didn't want to be anywhere else in the world, but beneath him.
Yes, he thought, jamming that snatch. He and Vanessa had a delightful future ahead of them. She would serve B.O.N.E. well. After he fucked her, the disc would be reattached. The brainwashing process would commence.
And she would be totally his. All those nights of dreaming about when she would come to him were over.
This time, he was deep, inside F.U.R.
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What will become of our heroine? Will she turn to evil? Her future lies ahead in Beeline Books.
