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F.U.R. Exposed ....(84k)    by Pia Slick

CHAPTER ONE

My new mission was regarded as "extremely dangerous," but in its initial moments, I couldn't think beyond the pleasure.

Randy Reynolds, notorious agent for B.O.N.E., had phoned headquarters for three luscious females. Such calls were customary for someone of Randy's powerful sex drive. His organization was in frequent contact with women who could satisfy that abounding thirst. Although he periodically requested someone he had before, fresh talent was both emphasized and stipulated. He liked the feel and smell of new pussy. Quantity was also a precondition; Randy ordered two or three women per session, depending on his level of hunger. Because of the prominence his rank held, they always provided him whatever he wished.

F.U.R. infiltrated that supply. I was their top recruit, too. Given my success rate, they didn't want to take chances with someone of less experience-or sensuality. Both those qualifications fit my description. Vanessa Storm, F.U.R. agent-at your service.

F.U.R., for those unfamiliar with governmental intelligence, stands for Female Undercover Ring. We're a band of secret agents assigned to missions requiring highly trained women to perform detail-sensitive investigations. Placing ourselves in jeopardy doesn't cause us to bat an eye. We're determined to win. Naturally, we are sometimes expected to gain vital information through erotic methods; this is hardly a stumbling block for a F.U.R. agent. We always manage to "get" our man-even if it means fucking his brains out to do so.

B.O.N.E., our key target, means Brotherhood Of Nefarious Enterprises. B.O.N.E. had enjoyed a steadily climbing membership and gathered strength in the past few years. They have taken command of huge corporations and steered profits toward building their engine of domination. Companies holding the most attraction for B.O.N.E. were those engineering weapons of war. By planting operatives in key positions, they had aligned themselves to negotiate multibillion-dollar contracts. Their potential clients were militant rulers of countries preparing for wholesale destruction. Although the CIA was constantly apprised of these situations, the considerable effort put forth by B.O.N.E. had been more than they could handle. Even their mightiest, most clever agents had failed to penetrate their network. Whether it was due to their embarrassment or sheer desperation, F.U.R. had been asked to join in the crusade to stomp out B.O.N.E. The government, from what I'd been told, had taken the view that, if an all-man cartel had achieved this kind of control, then perhaps an all-female unit-like F.U.R.-could smash it.

Thus far, B.O.N.E. had yet to make its first important sale. It did, however, generate interest and maintain communication with various hostile leaders. From what I'd gathered, suspicion has been raised among them. There had been a general consensus that B.O.N.E. might be affiliated with an enemy country hoping to trap them into exposure. To relieve them of these anxieties, B.O.N.E. had offered to privately meet with these dictators and demonstrate their reliability and discretion. Although these meetings had been scheduled, none had taken place. The intent of F.U.R., therefore, was to sabotage these transactions from occurring and destroy the confidence B.O.N.E. might hope to gain.

B.O.N.E. had not been blind to the attempts at subverting its activities. Other agents had been captured and held prisoner. I'd been given a list of names, along with aliases, with hopes of liberating them. I prayed none of them had been emotionally damaged by B.O.N.E.'s interrogation methods. My chief directives, however, were to curtail, then eradicate the schemes of B.O.N.E.

Randy Reynolds was a top emissary of B.O.N.E. The fact he had a strong appetite for sex enabled me the occasion to get closer and learn more than what had been disseminated: The photographs F.U.R. had in circulation of him gave me pause. He was a rather handsome scoundrel, I discovered, with short brownish red hair, hazel eyes and a hawk-like nose. That groomed mustache complimented his rugged profile. His heavily muscled body was rough with hair. In a pair of briefs, Randy Reynolds took my breath away. I had to give B.O.N.E. credit for promoting him to elite status; he certainly earned my vote, on looks alone.

I wondered how he would receive my voluptuous image. I'd been told I was the manifestation of Venus, given my long flowing red hair, emerald green eyes and lush, sensual lips. As though that weren't enough, my curvaceous figure was comprised of large, billowing breasts tapering to a waist most men could entirely wrap their hands around. My hips jutted out just enough to complete an irresistible portrait.

I happened to be F.U.R.'s top choice when peace and harmony were most threatened. I was unintimidated when the odds were mostly stacked against me. My superiors realized I lived for my job and the thrill it afforded me. Nothing was too tough for me to do.

I learned the names of the other two girls assigned to Randy that night during our limousine ride to his beach house. Lani, a Eurasian beauty of dark seductive purpose, and Joy, an Australian temptress with curling blonde hair spilling down her back, were employed by an escort service B.O.N.E. utilized. My name was entered into their computer by a F.U.R. agent; when the call came through from Randy's office, I was pushed to the top of the list. Since Randy thrived on new faces and unexplored pussy, and there was no record of my visiting him before, I was picked.

I looked at the girls sitting across from me, who proceeded to indulge themselves with cocktails available at the portable bar. Conversation between us was at a minimum. I was sure, before the night was through, we'd have intimate knowledge of one another. It didn't bother me that none of them wanted to talk-I had to be careful not to blow my cover.

Lani crossed her long, shapely legs while taking a sip of her vodka and orange juice. I caught sight of her tongue dipping into her drink, lapping the ice cubes. She had a rather interesting technique, I thought. I ran through previous encounters I'd had with women, but none matched the impact of Lani. It was going to be great fun seeing her in action, and perhaps enhancing her performance with a little of my encouragement.

I also caught sight of white frilly panties as her skirt slid up her thigh. The contrast of colors-the bright white against her olive skin-made my mouth water. For certain, I was bewitched.

Lani's hair, contrary to Joy's style, curled just below her ear on one side, and was tucked above the other. Although short, it framed a beautiful face that required little distraction. The most striking facets Lani possessed were her eyes and mouth. Those dark, smoldering pupils gave a lazy, jaded impression. Her lips were full, sensual-like mine, only more pouting. Lani seemed orally inclined-a hunch that had me shivering in anticipation.

Joy seemed more the peasant, with her long, abundant blonde hair and china-blue eyes. I fancied her the nymphomaniac; she appeared to simmer with sex. There were signs of her insatiability. The wild twinkle in her eye was telling. The twitch at the corner of her mouth was another indication. Her sexual mercury was on the rise, causing her to shift, squirm-essentially climb the walls while awaiting that chance of splendor with Randy Reynolds. She threw one skinny leg over the other, then a few seconds later, uncrossed them. Her red, manicured nails tapped a staccato beat on the window. She sipped furtively of her martini, deeming alcohol to be a poor substitute for what her body actually craved. I could feel the emulation of bubbling anxiety on the verge of boiling over. I could scarcely wait to see this gorgeous hellion channel her energies to that self-proclaimed stud.

I represented balance. While Lani was the slow starter that would blossom into full-flamed excitement, and Joy was the sexual firecracker plotting an unrelenting assault on Randy's senses, then I would place myself somewhere in the middle-neither passive, nor aggressive, more-likely as orchestrator. I added something else to our trio: shape. Both Lani and Joy were lanky; I, conversely, was the one with the big tits, the nice ass. As a unit, we would test Randy Reynolds's prowess to the limit.

The limousine stopped before an enormous, sprawling beach house. It was impressive for our Caribbean environs, representing wealth and status. The driver, a Laotian man, opened the door for us and led the way. We slinked through the darkness, guided by this man and the Malibu lights that illuminated our path.

Randy Reynolds's little hideaway was decorated with the bachelor in mind: leather, glass, chrome. Some of his wealth was on display in the form of vases, statues, paintings. These items had sexual connotations: nude people embracing; women with large, jutting breasts fondling themselves. Entering, I felt sizzling tension permeate the atmosphere-the promise of undreamed gratification. Even the girls seemed wise to it, craning their heads, turning, examining the expensive items carefully arranged on shelves. I held my opinions in check, reserving them for the proper moment.

Randy awaited us in the bedroom, completely naked. He did not have the slightest bit of modesty about himself. He lay back against a nest of overstuffed pillows, one muscled leg propped, baring his soft cock. Even in its deflated state, I could tell it would swell to enormous size. All three of us sustained our gape at it, expecting it to come to a towering stand.

"Welcome, ladies," his greeting came in a low voice. "Why not make yourselves comfortable and join me?"

Across from him, a large picture window offered a breathtaking view of the beach. The waves noisily crashed against the shore. An explosion of sparkling spume resulted when the moon caught the height of its battering activity. I saw this as a shivering correlation to the expectations placed on us.

Joy, the insatiable component of our trio, sought his eye first. Seizing the moment, she essentially threw herself at him. She slinked over to him and proceeded to launch into a startling striptease. Whipping back that blonde mane, she slid her thumbs under the elastic band of her skirt and lowered it seductively over her hips. I should have known she'd forego the panties. A woman of her sensual nature would have little use for such bother. Golden curls emerged to our collective delight.

Lani, not to be upstaged, effected a commendable disrobing. While Joy virtually ripped off her clothes, Lani's style was to gather steam. She eased out of her blouse and skirt with the goal of whetting the appetite, the wish to see more. She was not quick to toss every article aside, but, instead, commanded attention to each section of her body she revealed. Joy was stark naked before Lani was even half-undressed.

I took a moment to stare at them. Their slender forms, silhouetted by the moonlight that filtered through the window, fashioned a palatable vision. Distended nipples reached out for his caress. The wiry thatch between each of their legs appeared to ache for his touch. I almost forgot that I was invited as a participant, not spectator. I was expected to give this man as much pleasure as the others, beyond extracting vital information.

I was in no hurry to divest myself of what little I wore. I watched as Lani and Joy went to him, climbing onto the bed and offering Randy encouragement. Joy let out her tongue, prompting Randy to meet it. Lani's hands drifted over his body, letting her heat-yielding fingertips trigger the spark of passion. Together, they worked toward arousing the passion in him. Seeing his brawny limbs with their bristly covering flanked by smooth, sleek female textures precipitated my strong jump of lust.

Randy permitted them to express their carnal worship. He made no effort to guide them, merely permitting the placement of their hands, their mouths, their tits wherever they wished. Reclined, he accepted the soothing rush of their fingers, the offer of their sweet lips and their soft puckering kisses. His groan of appreciation was a positive sign in their eyes.

Neither of them made a play for his cock. A silent dare was exchanged between the two. Perhaps they contemplated a sign for one of them to take ownership. Both seemed on the verge of making the first grab.

In any event, his dick remained untouched in its semi-erect condition. I applauded Randy for having asserted such self-control. Other men would have been painfully swollen, reduced to feral import; not in Randy's case. His stability was an art forgotten.

This was B.O.N.E.'s premier deputy, I told myself, gazing willfully at him. I had to be extremely careful in introducing myself and not rousing his suspicion. Although appearing to be an enticing package of manhood, he was treacherous and given to murder if the odds were stacked against him.

After taking several luxurious minutes to savor the female attention swathed upon him, Randy turned to me. Those hazel eyes patiently rested upon me with the presumption I would supply the missing element to complete this triangle.

My clothes still clung to my body. Lani and Joy had already rendered two divergent styles; mine had to set them apart.

I approached the bed, seizing him with a wanton look. If I was to become his favorite, I would have to capture his imagination. Deciding not to reveal more of my curvaceous flesh, I knelt between his legs. Our eyes maintained their heated connection. I lowered my face to his crotch, without study, without aim. I saw the light of surprise reflect in his pupils as I let out my tongue, then slurped his cock. In that first lick, I left a trail of bubbly saliva to afford him a tingling reception. The tremor that went through him was gleaned by my limber tip.

"Yeah," he groaned, elevating his hips to meet more of my deliciously expressive tongue. The grin on his face depicted his thorough enjoyment of my style.

Lani and Joy, realizing I had stolen their glory, were quick to descend upon him. I may have had the first slurp, but Joy insisted upon the initial suck. She fastened her mouth over his cockhead and applied a saliva-rich pucker. Her vast abundance of curling blonde hair spilled over his midsection, only to be whisked aside after she noisily mouthed him. I watched her lips go to work on him, spurring the growth of his cock. She squeezed and pulled him, catching his flaccid member and tormenting it with a combination of stimulating pressure and warm air.

Randy did not quickly surrender the reigns of control to her, preferring to level his gaze at me. His hazel pupils willed me to get naked. He wanted to see more of me, without my clothes.

I comprehended that desire, realizing it was my varying stages of undress that brought his cock to a stand-not Joy's feverish suck. I lifted my arms and dragged my one-piece dress up and over my head. My untamable red hair, before a rebellious mess, was even more wild after I peeled my outer wrap. My tits exploded into a magnificent display of undulant flesh. Already aroused, my nipples protruded with consummate need. I brought their inflamed condition up another notch by giving each a purposeful tweak. Afterward, I scooped up my ample pair and crushed them together so that the erect nubs were in precise alignment.

Randy nodded. "Great tits," he muttered. They were apparently his total focus. He approved of their size and perfection. "Bring them to me."

I gladly presented myself at his side. Randy's touch was eager and enkindling as he enclosed my billowy flesh and dragged it to his mouth. I was momentarily startled by the effect of his suck. I didn't think his brusque handling would summon the degree of lust it had. My vision blurred as he circled my nipple with the wise tip, then lavished it with manly drool.

"Ohhhhhhh," I sobbed, arching my back, welcoming the sensations he evoked in me.

I turned to watch Joy's progress. She succeeded in getting Randy hard. His dick stretched upward, thick and long. He was breathtakingly enormous. I watched her tongue scramble from the bulbous head to the hefty stem, dispensing saliva as it went. She seemed pleased to have engaged his hunger.

Lani, jealous of the concentration I received, drifted over to him. Her expert fingers sought him out, weaving through the tufts that lined his chest, provoking his nipples. Her dark eyes flashed at me, as though implying it was her turn to bestow him her gifts.

Randy was immediately drawn to those attention-getting fingers. He released my nipple, but not before administering a lasting pucker. As it popped from his mouth, searing bliss raced through my body. I moaned, overtaken by its quality. The radiation of heat and want in my pussy was unwarranted. I had to be careful not to become too attached to this man.

Lani let out her tongue to meet Randy's. I observed them toying, then exploring each other's mouth. Lani's tits weren't big, so when Randy reached for them, his hands weren't nearly as filled as when on me. Nonetheless, he thumbed her heavy nipples, eliciting frenzied sobs. Randy's mouth covered Lani's, preventing her from crying out as he pinched those impassioned nubs. Her whimpers were further stifled by his active tongue. When he detached himself, Lani shook uncontrollably.

What happened afterward was astounding. Randy's arms surrounded Lani at one point, then Lani was hoisted over his face in the next. Lani was a mere doll in his grasp. His biceps flexed and rippled as he dragged her pussy to his mouth. Those large, intimidating thumbs spread her cunt lips apart. I saw her sex juices ooze from her opening just before his tongue darted out at it. He captured that honeyed flow before it trickled down her smooth olive thighs.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, her mouth twisting and eyes closing. Lani threw back her head and exhaled loudly. Her nails sunk into his shoulders in response to that first, unprecedented slurp.

Randy's thirst did not end as promptly as his nipple-suckling effort. He anxiously lashed her nectar-rich pussy to her complete distraction. His technique was not to slobber, but rather dispatch the stream of juices as quickly as they spouted.

"You taste so good, baby," he muttered, gorging himself. "I could eat you for hours."

Lani thrashed above him, clutching the headboard for support. "Ohhhhhhhh. Don't stop. More. Please-it feels so good." The blank departure of her eyes implied total submission.

Her slim thighs trembled around his face as Randy leaned back and extended his tongue. Not a single drop escaped his efficient tip. He gulped down everything she had to give, warming her pussy with his artistic strokes.

My curiosity switched to Joy, who filled her mouth with Randy's big cock. Her lips were wrapped about that manly bulk, making him slick. Some spit trickled down his length, only to be recaptured by her tight clasp. His dick obviously enjoyed some oral expertise. Joy appeared to be quite familiar with cock. She molded herself to its skin, deepening its color with those powerful sucks. Although there was a significant amount, Joy effortlessly consumed him. Her ambitious mouthfuls attested to her profound ability. Those sensual lips opened and took every bit of that throbbing monster, plunging down its heavy length until they reached his base. Within seconds of arrival, she soared to his plump cockhead, circling its jutting rim with her tongue.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she sighed, treating him as though he were a most sumptuous meal. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."

The sight of his cock disappearing in that sweet vacuum was more than I could withstand. I gravitated to that area, eager to take part in giving this man pleasure. Since Joy would not relinquish his shaft, I went for his balls. I reached for them with my wriggling tongue, prepared to give him an unrivaled thrill. I dashed over the taut flesh, searching for his weak spot. With two mouths on him, Randy had to be going out of his mind. His hot button, at some point, would inevitably be pressed. I hoped to be the one to activate it.

"Yeah, girls," he grunted. "Suck on me. Eat it. Run your tongues all over it. Ahhhhhhhhh."

Joy, although territorial, did not take offense to my lapping his balls. Randy's huge cock gave her enough to do. I could feel her breath, however, as her lips widened and she sank down on him. The profusion of saliva dripping along his shaft gave me occasion to sample her taste. I was stirred by the urgency she demonstrated, the control she sought. The tugging that unfolded, along with the excessive spit, lead me to believe she alone intended to swallow his first eruption.

I gave Randy's balls more of my oral focus. He was very excited; I could tell this by the tension of his skin and the pulse he registered. He stretched upward with intensity, straining so acutely that every vein along the surface of his cock was visible. I'm sure, after spending the last ten minutes with him in her mouth, Joy had memorized that luscious road map.

I took each of his balls into my mouth. My exertions caused him to gasp. My tip glided over that smooth surface, intercepting the few hairs in its path. I sensed the cum packed inside. Mmmmmm. Randy was given a few more whips of my tongue. I glazed those balls with hot saliva, then finished the job with a blood-surging kiss. I departed that area, satisfied with my work.

Randy cupped the top of my head at the conclusion of that invigorating chore. His large, imposing thumb traced my jawline and caressed my cheek while pushing back my unmanageable mass of red hair. He wanted to watch me without obstruction. I caught the fierce gleam in his eye. I definitely aroused his hunger.

I decided, in that moment, an illustration of my oral skill was unquestionably in order. I displaced Joy with a soft nudge. Her mouth released the well-sucked head of his cock. Saliva poured down his erect column, collecting at its significant trunk. I immediately attended to that disarray, sweeping to that section and ridding it of Joy's excess with a few cleansing licks. Mmmmmmmmmm. Joy definitely had tang in her drool.

Randy settled back, enjoying the activities of my tongue with unshakable interest. He threw his muscled thighs wider apart, affording room for both Joy and me. His cock sprang to my mouth, expecting a competent duplicate of Joy's inspiring technique.

I opened my mouth and admitted only the head. I located the soft spot on the underside of his cock and began a vigorous massage. My lips, meanwhile, pumped him. I worked him into a steady throb, then enlarged the area of vibration. I didn't give him a second to recover, nor a moment to acclimate himself to my routine. I introduced more of his cock to my shivering warmth. My mouth became a wet, suctioning haven. Randy attempted to impose his will, pushing himself forward, trying to get me to swallow him. I maintained my ground, slowly absorbing him in expanding increments.

"Come on, baby," he grunted, sweat cropping at his brow. "Let me in there. Let me fill your mouth."

Lani silenced him by pressing down on his face. Randy had little choice but to gulp down more of her cunt juices. I watched her ass cheeks quiver as she held herself fast to his ravenous mouth.

"Suck that pussy," she murmured faintly, thrashing her head. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Work that clit. Oh, yes, baby." The longer strip of her hair became dislodged from behind her ear and hung in the middle of her face. Her mouth dropped and a prolonged sob filtered the air. I could feel her lungs compress as Randy jammed his tongue into her hot crevice.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Randy gasped, fondling her shaking ass. The span of his one hand concealed most of her butt flesh. He held her so tightly, feeding upon her torrent of juice, leaving imprints where his fingers pressed.

Gradually, my mouth sank all the way to the bottom of his cock. When the tip of it was smashed to the roof, I eased it down my throat. Randy extended into that forbidden void of pleasure.

"Jesus," he groaned at his encasement in my hot, swirling space.

I set out to prove my talents were extraordinary. I approached the section that joined his balls to his shaft with my limber tip. Beginning with a back and forth caress, I built up a rhythm that caused his body to quake. The key in amplifying a man's pleasure when giving a blow job isn't to simply suck, but to put one's tongue to frantic use. The tongue can have a jarring effect on the senses; it should never just lap the skin, but rather provoke, excite. I'm very expressive during an oral undertaking; I treat a man's cock as the heart of his nerve center. Sucking will make him hard and have him grow, but it wouldn't sustain his excitement. The most subtle lick, the slightest maneuver is amplified and carried to a higher level if properly executed. If communication between tongue and cock is good, the entire session can be labeled a success. The unremitting rendezvous of an active tongue will bring a man to an explosive climax in every instance.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," I sobbed, seizing that pulsating stem with my lips and vibrating him to erotic splendor. My feathery touch applied effectively to his balls impelled him to lunge, shake and gasp.

"Oh, baby," he muttered, enjoying our connection. "Oh, baby. That feels so fucking good." He reared back, then proceeded to pump my mouth with his cock. He didn't want to stay embedded in my throat, but wanted to run that huge shaft in and out of my face. "Let me fuck that sweet mouth of yours."

I wasn't sure exactly what he meant by that until I saw him swing that hair-rough thigh around my head. His knees dug into the mattress, surrounding me. I caressed his bristly flesh while attending to that throbbing monster planted in my throat. Never during this position change did his cock become dislodged.

Lani and Joy, unfortunately, were displaced. They waited for an interval in which to rejoin. I'm sure Randy's display drew their curiosity.

I stared up at Randy, who had me virtually pinned beneath his hulking figure. His eyes were trained on me while he clamped my wrists. Since his dick gored my throat, my head couldn't turn more than a fraction.

"I'm going to ride your face, baby," he mentioned, loud enough for us all to hear.

My pulse raced as he proceeded to rock his hips back and forth, charging that stiff cock into my mouth. My eyes rolled upward as he packed all that he could, then quivered upon my swallowing it. He bore down until his pubic thatch made contact with my gaping lips. It was an incredible amount to absorb, but I managed.

"Mmmmmmmmm," I sighed, taking it into my throat. To show that the gravity of his need didn't faze me, I massaged his muscled thighs and petted his balls with the same fluency I had demonstrated while he was on his back. His cock received the same luscious tongue treatment, too. I lavished him with my curling tip, stoking the flames of urgency. My inner muscles relaxed when accepting his massive bulk. Choking noises were noticeably absent in my well-versed style.

Lani didn't wait long to realign herself with Randy's mouth. She crawled over to him, panting for his attention. I watched as her fingers coasted over her aroused flesh, advancing to her pussy. She peeled back her juicy cunt lips, then moved to Randy's face. I saw him let out his tongue and reach for that moist, horny flesh.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned the second he struck. "Oh, yes. Ohhhhhh. Lick it. Suck me, baby."

Randy's eager tip moved seductively against her love button. Each sway brought her heightened bliss. Lani squirmed and twisted, unwilling to break contact.

Below, the aroma of juicy cunt filtered my nostrils. I indulged myself while sucking on Randy. My mouth related my thorough enjoyment of this session.

Joy wasn't to be excluded for long. She reappeared behind Randy, tonguing his balls while he slipped his cock between my clasped lips. I felt her anxious breath, along with her dabs and artistic darting. Our saliva must have pleasantly scalded his skin. Her exhalations excited me.

Joy's lapping didn't last. Her mouth vanished from his balls after a few moments. It wasn't until I felt the fluttering of her hands between my silken thighs that I was aware of her next act. That saliva-coated tickle at my pussy caused my back to arch. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She nibbled on my clit, her lips and tongue in luscious harmony. I couldn't help but ooze into her mouth, letting her catch my enthusiasm as quickly as it liquefied.

Since Randy was somewhat preoccupied with eating Lani, he didn't pound at me as fiercely as he had moments earlier. He reduced some of the pressure, giving me a chance to relish Joy's performance. I shivered as her forceful tongue split my pussy lips apart, then commenced jamming its way into my warm crevice. I accepted her delightful probe with an ecstatic shudder. There was no escape from that willful tip; no amount of squirming could shake it from its intent.

Joy didn't let the limber whips of her tongue suffice as my sole stimulation. She thrashed my thighs with that gorgeous blonde hair. She ate me wildly, without stopping for air. Her appetite for cunt astounded me.

"Mmmmmmmm," I heard her murmur as she fed upon my source of honey. She dipped into that tightening warmth and extracted all that she could. The immersion of her tip was a treat to the senses. I found myself squeezing the sinew of Randy's thighs in fiery response.

"Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned, mindless to the pleasure bestowed me. I thought myself to be in an enviable position, getting my face stuffed with cock and pussy slurped; both coincided beautifully.

Lani was the first to cum. Randy's concentrated efforts paid off quickly. I heard her escalating cries and saw her unnerved figure rocking before Randy's face.

"Oh, God," she wailed, starting to fall away from his gobbling mouth.

Randy caught her wriggling buns and held her fast to his mouth. She gasped and bucked while he tongue-fucked her, gulping down her juices. Lani seized his shoulders, plunging her nails into his flesh. Randy, failing to register pain or discomfort, refused to detach his mouth. He slobbered away, sucking loudly at her pussy.

I wasn't sure if Lani didn't wish to cum, or if the sensations he instilled were too powerful for her to cope. In any event, Lani was unable to disengage herself and Randy, exhibiting considerable strength, forced her to endure some debilitating spasms.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she wailed.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" She jerked against him, her eyes squeezed shut. Her beautiful face was marred by contortions. There was no evidence of the lazy, glutted calm she possessed earlier; Randy had reduced her to a rattled mess. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

Whether it was by design or automatic, I was unsure, but Lani steadily slammed her pussy into Randy's face with great agitation. As the waves of splendor washed over her and finally ebbed, I saw the gradual rupture of her frenzy. She continued to exhale roughly, but it was without that frantic determination to uncouple herself from his mouth. Her eyes slowly opened and I caught their blank departure, their glazed quality. She was unmistakably happily dazed. She gazed off into the distant and slumped against Randy. Instead of maintaining his embrace of her shapely ass, he released her. Lani tumbled into the nest of pillows, looking exhausted.

Randy didn't spare a moment. He withdrew his cock from my mouth and dragged not me, but Joy to him. I watched those bear-like arms enclose her frail body. They assumed a sideways position, facing me. Her back was to him. She tilted her head to one side, exposing the nape of her throat to his mouth. He took advantage, sucking gently at that luscious section. Joy draped her sleek legs over his heavily muscled thighs. His elongated cock swooped out from between her legs, bobbing in the air. Her ass wiggled and tormented, brushing his pubic thatch. Those juicy pussy lips waited to receive him.

Boldly, I reached for that pulsating cock, wrapping my fingers around it. Bone-solid, it throbbed in my fist. I could feel the tension rumbling through his body as he prepared to impale Joy. Wanting to facilitate its insertion, I steered the mushroomed head to her glistening entrance. Joy's cunt lips were abundantly sluiced. I saw the fierce reaction when his taut, velvet skin communicated with her soft, juicy opening. The prospect of this huge, lumbering monster occupying space in that small, lean body afforded me tremendous excitement. I couldn't imagine how Joy proposed to handle so much cock, but the feverish slant of her features contained that promise. Her legs were open to him, making her tight pussy available.

Without further prompting, I guided the bulbous head into her snatch. As it sank into that soaked clutch, Joy emitted her scream of pleasure. Randy, either oblivious to her cry or propelled by it, worked that thick shaft into her cunthole. I watched in awe as inch after inch of that big dick disappeared. It sliced right into that pussy as though ample lubrication had been used. Joy was distinctly glad to have it.

To increase her satisfaction, and perhaps enhance his own, Randy slipped his hand under her thigh and elevated it until I was given a titillating view of her speared pussy. Once this scene was established, Randy slammed into her with all he had. His bone-hard dick severed her hot squish with a single thrust. Over ten inches were buried right to the balls.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, absorbing the brunt of his lust.

To compensate that initial ache, he scooped up her tit and grabbed it with his lips. A flash of tongue and bit of drool later, Joy was his captive slave. She moved her hips, promoting that heated slide into her juicy center.

"Yes," she whimpered. "More, more. Fuck me. Oh yes, fuck me."

Randy did exactly that. His cock sawed through her slick cunt lips without meeting resistance. Joy welcomed his abandoned strokes, encouraging them with her greedy sighs. Just listening to that big cock smack into her got me hot and bothered. I couldn't stand being on the sidelines, not receiving those luxuriant strokes.

Joy, tilting her head back, appealed to Randy. Her long, lustrous blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, fanning his chest. He reached for her with his tongue, letting their tips dart. She writhed in his embrace, opening herself to him. He stuck himself into that wet, succulent clench. The exchange of passion was completed.

"Fuck me," she whined. "Fuck me hard, baby."

"Yeah," he muttered, filling her cunt with his hard dick. "Bring that pussy to me."

Joy swung her pussy to that thick cock without preliminary. She moaned as he drove his thing into that wet snatch. "Don't stop."

He grinned, retaining his cool. "Don't worry, baby. I won't." He proceeded to pump her so thoroughly, so powerfully that her lazy, glutted sighs were now sharp whimpers and frenzied breathing.

I was totally inflamed. I wanted to get fucked, too, but was riveted to the picture of Joy's rapture. I alternated between her visible euphoria and that heavy wedge of cock protruding from her snatch. Randy's wide stem and balls were entrancing. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to have so much cock packed in my cunt.

I decided to give each of them an added thrill. I lowered my mouth to that pulsating mass jammed into Joy and gave it a stimulating slurp. Instantly, Randy's gasp sounded. I lapped his balls, tasting Joy's juices and Randy's sweat. The combination produced an invigorating flavor. Mmmmmmmm. I traveled up that swollen column, tormenting them both with my expert tip. Once again, I subjected Randy's sensory powers to my erotic vibrations.

"Oh, yeah, baby," he crooned. "Keep your tongue there. Give me more. Get those balls wet. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhh. Put your lips on them. Rub me good. You're making me throb. Oh, baby. Ahhhhhhhh."

My licks caused him to strain beneath the taut skin of his cock. They also induced him to fuck Joy that much harder. His balls slapped her inner thighs as he lost control.

I didn't stop there. My tongue rose to Joy's slick flesh wrapped tightly around Randy's dick. I lashed that pink area with all the enthusiasm I could muster. I recalled Joy's thrilling style when she ate me. This, I hoped, was even better. From the tremor in her lower body, I believed I achieved that goal.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she whimpered. "Oh, God. Ohhhhhhhh. Yes. Don't move that tongue. Get your lips around my clit. Suck on it. Ohhhhhhhh. Feels so good. Oh, yes-"

Expediting her orgasm was of primary import. I fastened my mouth to her love button and sucked for all I was worth. I made her jerk and buck and hiss, exciting her every step of the way. My oral assault knocked her breathless. Having Randy up her cunt also provided exhilaration. I merely supplied the missing element to make her satisfaction complete.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she yelped, then spasmed. I watched her cum with aroused fascination. All that writhing, exhaling, discoloration of the cheeks served as an aphrodisiac to me. Joy, however, swiftly recovered and pushed back at that stiff cock. One orgasm wasn't enough. She was geared for more of that hard, jabbing cock.

I eagerly watched on as Randy's mouthwatering member slid into those expanded cunt lips. The juicy sounds it made, cramming its way through, made me anxious. I could scarcely wait my turn. I looked at Joy's slim, impeccable thighs perched over Randy's beefy, hair-coarse ones and felt a surge of excitement. It was a depiction of sheer eroticism. To intensify the picture, Randy's manly fingers encompassed Joy's waist on one side while scooping up her leg with the other to show her apparent weightlessness. He fed himself hotly into her sluiced hole, burying that sausage to the hilt. He was very much prepared to give her another example of his talent.

"More," Joy sobbed, urging him to get rough. "Harder. Yes. It feels so good. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."

"You like the way that feels, baby?" Randy whispered loud enough for me to hear. "You like having my big dick in your snug little pussy?"

"Yes," she panted. "I love it. Squeeze it all into me. Work it high into my cunt."

"Oh, yeah," he said, ramming her snatch with all he possessed. "Oh, yeah. I'm going to make you cum again."

"Harder, baby, harder."

Randy performed on command. I didn't think it was Joy's individual pleasure he addressed, but rather his own. The fact Joy received fulfillment from his brusque style was a boon to her; other girls might not have weathered that sort of pace well.

"Yeah, fuck it," he groaned, getting caught up in his own frenzy. His balls smacked her flesh as he pounded away, essentially turning her insides to jelly. "Fuck that thing. Let me get into that hot pussy. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh."

Joy murmured deliriously throughout the ordeal, realizing she could not control her specific gratification. Randy was making all the decisions.

I had seen enough. My tongue descended upon Joy with the intention of making her cum. Randy would quickly tire her out, from the sound of her tortured gasps. Plainly, he was accustomed to spending his time with women of quickly worn ability.

I slurped and tormented that swollen pink dot as best I could. My tongue dwelled a few shattering seconds longer as it crossed that pulsating surface. I detected the steepness of her pleasure. Joy made no effort to steer away from my slobbering tip, but rather gravitated to it. After a few numbing licks, I wondered if it wasn't my oral expertise that drove her to distraction.

Joy's features reflected intensity. Watching her contract about Randy's cock was an illuminating experience. Her eyes were shut tight, then slowly opened. Her pupils had a distant quality, as though she were seeing something imperceptible. Her lips parted and the point of her tongue ran across them, moistening them in the process. Everything else about her froze-including her hands, which roamed the length of Randy's bristly thigh. Her nipples bulged out, sweat trickling from those luscious protuberances.

Randy's dick was unstoppable. It sliced into that hot squish without thought, without mercy. I think, perhaps, his desire to keep his enjoyment constant was of foremost consideration.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Joy whimpered, cumming hoarsely in his embrace. "Ohhhhhhhhh!"

I sucked on her clit, entreating her with energy-sapping licks. It was my wish that Joy reach the highest plane of ecstasy; my willful tongue would deliver her there.

Joy's eyes blinked opened toward the end. I saw the dilation of her pupils, then the loss of their focus. It was as though she were staring off into some remote region, invisible to all but her.

Randy's muscled arms were bands of steel, unwilling to surrender her from custody. He kept pumping her until he was satisfied she was totally fulfilled. When Joy went slack, gasping for air, Randy finally released her. She rolled onto her stomach, her exhalations labored.

Now that he had exhausted two of the girls, he looked to me for continuity. I caught the glimmer of a true satyr. The man held his arms out to me, bidding me to join him.

I didn't want to make myself immediately available. If I simply let him fuck me, my face would become blurred with the others he had taken. Somehow, I had to attract more than the man in him. I had to instill the perception that I could be further useful to him-beyond bedroom athletics. If he viewed me as a unique partner, my objective would be met.

"Come here," he muttered, reaching for me.

There was little negotiation at this level. Randy wanted to satisfy his burning urge. His swollen cock certified that assumption. He aimed to fill my pussy with his hot cum.

"Wait," I murmured, preparing myself for trip to heaven. I had a fair idea of what he had subjected the girls to, and knew in advance to attain my primary goal before that monster was shoved into me. "You're dripping with sweat. Let me get you a towel-"

"Fuck the towel." He seized my wrist, then dragged me onto his lap. "Sit on me."

I planned to obey, but not before stalling him. I expected Randy wanted to knock off a quick one, then send us on our way. Inventing an acceptable ploy when he was in the heat of excitement was going to be a problem. Randy's razor sharp mind might not be as cluttered as I suspected. As a matter-of-fact, I believe that even the remotest proposition would be heavily weighed.

Another dilemma emerged. Regardless of the duty I was asked to perform for my country, Randy was getting me quite horny. Pinning me to that god-like body, thrashing against that furry chest and having those hairy limbs locked about me-not to mention more than ten inches pumped up and ready to fuck throbbing along my backside-made my job considerably tougher. I had to retain some sobriety to win his favor. In his frenzied condition, and mine, neither of us were going to get further than those hot, shuddering squirts. I was destined to relieve him, unless I chose to rupture my position and expose myself as a secret agent. I was convinced that if

Randy put his cock in me, I would lose valuable ground. A delay of some sort was imperative.

"Come on, baby," he muttered in my ear, thumbing my nipples. "Let me feel the inside of that sweet pussy."

"How about if you let me give you head first?"

"You already sucked my dick. Don't you remember having it in your mouth?" He nibbled at the base of my neck, sending goose bumps down my spine. "It'll feel good."

Too good, I was afraid, judging from his towering erection. "Let me finish you off that way," I insisted, trying to worm out of his clutches.

Randy would have none of my protestations. He was a man to whom compliance was natural. My chin was latched by that large thumb and long forefinger. His caress was of firm persuasion. "I'll make it good for the both of us."

With that, his mouth moved toward me. I didn't realize until it was too late that his tongue extended past my lips. Without delay, he sought my tip, sending a fiery message. Our mouths pressed together with a passion I had not expected. I found myself fiercely kissing him back, hankering for more of his lewd affection. Those large thumbs rotated my nipples, sending sparks throughout my body. He pulled me into a tighter embrace, clinging to my flesh. I could feel the turmoil climb in him.

"Ohhhhhhhhh." My sobs were muffled as his tongue probed me. I could do little more than submit to those delicious jolts permeating my nervous system.

The blunt end of his cock was wedged between my juicy cunt lips. I trembled as that plump, velvet flesh pried me open. Randy enclosed my slender thigh with his large, bear-like hand and elevated it. I might have noticed, had he not furthered my titillation with that provoking tongue. I was genuinely lost in sexual limbo, struggling to conserve my energies, before I felt the gathering pressure between my legs. Randy pushed that huge cock into me, indifferent to the ache he might instill. He couldn't possibly know how ready I actually was; although my snatch was sufficiently wet, I was invariably prepared to accommodate that need. With my mind structured around sex, providing him something warm and drenched to stick himself into suited my subconscious.

"Oh, God," I moaned, my lips twisted around his planted tongue. Air rushed out of me as he sank that hard dick into my pussy. Involuntarily, my hand shot between my legs to soothe my traumatized snatch.

Randy might have perceived that reflex as yet another obstacle, for he seized my wrist and kept me from reaching my sore pussy. At the same time, he sank the rest of his cock into my gaping cunthole. When his thick base struck my groin, I screamed with pleasure into his mouth. At that point, he must have come to realize exactly how much his manly hardness excited me.

His tongue retreated and he mumbled, "Oh, baby. It feels so good in there. Yeah." He launched into an even, pumping tempo.

I lost my grasp on reality when that huge shaft ran through me, thoroughly opening my cunt. I was drunk with lust, abandoning myself to all but the crushing bliss that dominated my lower region. The succulent noises that evolved from my clinging pussy lips and his lumbering cock inspired us. My head dropped back onto his shoulder with my mound of red hair tumbling back as he fucked me. The sawing motion of his dick was intoxicating; I simply could not receive enough of its luscious impact.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," I wept, "you're so big."

"You seem to be handling it just fine." He fucked me silly. With one thrust, my pussy devoured him whole; only those compact balls pressed up to my unfolded lips were seen. "This is the thrill you've been waiting for, baby."

His face was mired with sweat. I saw a measure of proof how my body pleased him. The twitch at the corner of his mouth and the light in his eyes were telling. He drove that rigid shaft into my pussy with all his might. I was buckling over with joy, happy to receive that excited cock.

Having him smashed in my cunt, encased in tingling squish, was my shivering reward.

The saying, "He boned me like he owned me," definitely applied.

Randy did not contain his enthusiasm to that one section. He scooped up my tit in his hand, sampling its firmness. I shook as I saw his thumb and forefinger envelop my distended nipple, then tweak it until I gasped. I definitely had more to fill those enormous hands than Joy and Lani put together. My large tits were a challenge for him to fully cup, even with those sprawling fingers.

Temporarily, I'd forgotten I was getting fucked by an agent of B.O.N.E. The sex was so incredible, it was difficult to keep anything else in the forefront of my mind. Despite the ecstasy I was furnished, the danger this man represented couldn't be taken lightly. I placed myself in jeopardy, surrendering to him in this manner; if he was notified of the plot F.U.R. devised, he probably wouldn't think twice about killing me.

My fingers curled around his cum-filled balls. They moved back and forth as he impaled me again and again. I humped that cunt-pleasing cock that much faster, eager to make it explode. "Yes," I moaned. "I've got to get fucked. You know what I need. You've got everything I want. Fuck me hard, baby. Fuck me as hard as you can."

Lani roused from exhaustion. I watched her stir, then slide between our splayed legs. Her stunning Oriental features were inches from Randy's exposed stem and my unfurled cunt lips. I felt her hot breath on my exposed love button. I recognized the lustful slant of her eyes, the compulsion to participate. I recalled my earlier impression of her oral nature. Lani resolved not to shatter that illusion. She let out her tongue and slurped my clit.

"Jesus," I murmured, jarred by her sensual assault. Trapped in Randy's arms, I was helpless to stop her. I also happened to be too aroused.

Lani's tongue was not idle. She was either lapping the plump base of Randy's cock, or my tugging cunt flesh. This was exactly the trick I used on Joy to facilitate her swift orgasm; having the tables turned on me was delicious retribution.

"Suck her," Randy instructed Lani while fucking me. "Suck her pussy."

Lani obeyed. She fastened her sensual lips to my clit and vented a suction that virtually curled my toes. I arched against Randy, receiving those ardent lashes. There was professional enthusiasm in her style. She licked and darted and tormented me with that limber tip. She circled and attacked my erect clit. I thought I was going to go out of my mind.

Joy slowly recovered from her ramrodding experience. Seeing me in Randy's clutches, she was only too happy to lend assistance. Her mouth drifted over my inflamed nipple and sucked for all she was worth.

"Mmmmmmmm," she purred, vibrating against my billowy flesh. "Mmmmmmmm."

The three of them were bringing me precariously close to orgasm.

Lani's fevered face leaned into my snatch. She covered my pussy with hot, burning kisses. If that weren't enough, she throttled me with her tongue. My cunt was spittle slick. Ohhhhhhhh.

Joy's delirious pucker was another source of frustration. She traced the contour of my nipple until I grit my teeth. Her spirited tip knew which series of laps could promote heightened bliss.

Randy plowed high into me, rough and steady, his cock nearly buried to my womb.

There was no escape from any of them. Fulfillment was closing in second by second.

"I'm going to cum," I warned, seconds before the contractions hit me. "I'm going to cum."

Randy pumped me harder, urging me to do so. At least, that was what I thought was the purpose of his increased momentum.

The girls continued their oral worship, determined to take me over the edge. Their panting murmurs were all that I could hear over the pleasure melting me into submission.

"Oh, my God!" I screamed, then convulsed. Randy held me fast, his steel-like grip brooking no rebellion. I spasmed hard, locked in his frenzied embrace. It was a very intense, gratifying climax.

"Uggghhhhh," he growled, then quickly pulled out of me. His bulbous head barely popped from my well-pumped cunt before emitting its immense discharge. Cum jetted from his tip, shooting Lani in the face. After permitting some of his hot goo to land on her cheek and chin, she attached her lips to that bloated crown and gulped down his abundant load. "Uggghhhh! Uggghhhhhh!" he groaned, emptying himself in her mouth.

Joy abandoned my nipple and fought for some of Randy's jism. She nudged past Lani and dislodged her tightly clamped lips. Randy spewed more cum while his features contorted. Having two pairs of lips on him, battling for consumption, must have been an exalting experience.

I could scarcely move. I was sore and tingling from getting fucked so wildly. I also realized neither of the girls would save any of his eruption for me. My chance to capture his interest was fast evaporating.

I turned to Randy, saw the satiated gleam in his eye, and knew what I had to do. I put my mouth over his and engaged his tongue with play. At first, he was too winded to respond, but my persistence gradually won out. He shifted his study from the girls licking his spent cock to my intense expression. He allowed me to nibble on his lips, toy with his tongue, caress his cheek. I genuinely felt that after a few minute of doling out this affection, I secured his attention. My participation in the session was elevated in his mind.

When the limousine came to pick us up, Randy dismissed Lani and Joy. "I want her to stay the weekend," he announced of me.

They sent me jealous looks. I tried to appear innocently delighted, but they saw through that facade. Joy let out a contemptible snarl upon leaving.

My lips curved. I had just bought myself time. Through Randy, I had intimate access to B.O.N.E.

CHAPTER TWO

Randy claimed he had phone calls to make and a few things to do that morning. He recommended my taking a leisurely walk along the beach while he completed these tasks. I gladly accepted his suggestion, given that I had to contact F.U.R. headquarters and relate the progress of my mission.

Naturally, I wanted to maintain my beat of his activities. If he thought sending me out of the house would preclude my eavesdropping, then he had absolutely no idea his camp had been invaded by the-likes of F.U.R. I planted listening devices throughout his beach home while he was shaving that morning. Our bugging system was among the most technologically advanced used. The size of a tack, they had a range of a hundred feet and were virtually undetectable. All were routed to a multi-track tape recorder in my handbag of gadgets.

I made sure I was a considerable distance from the house, hidden behind a cove of rocks. The waves roared around me and battered the shore. I tested my transmission and reception capabilities to ensure I could communicate with my group. My device resembled a Sony Watchman; the difference was a secret switch in the side compartment, which converted it from a television to a microwave antenna receiver/ transmitter. Unless a person discovering it knew how to master the conversion process, its capability remained unknown.

An image of a gorgeous Jamaican woman appeared on-screen. I knew her to be my central contact, Julianna. "Vanessa Storm, reporting in."

"Hi, doll," Julianna greeted. "Glad to see you made it through the night in one piece. How was Randy."

I giggled. "Incredible."

"I guess it's true what they say about his bedside manner."

I couldn't help running a hand along the flat of my stomach, then massaging my mound. I had donned a thong bikini that was essentially straps with small patches of material attached for the barest coverage. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. He's definitely all man."

Julianna's lusty laugh collaborated with her slanted eyes. "Hmmmmmm. I get the picture. The other girls didn't suspect you?"

I shook my head. "Not that I could tell, beyond their genuine resentment of me being selected to stay behind."

"I guess I can't blame them. Randy must have given them quite a ride."

"They're walking a little bowlegged today, yes."

"I've received word through classified channels that he plans on meeting with someone late this afternoon, regarding a possible sale of jet bombers."

"I've sensed he's arranged something. He mentioned our taking a little trip across the island."

"He wants you to accompany him?"

"It appears so. He made the call to his limousine service to pick us up at four."

Julianna whistled. "He must not care who witnesses any of his transactions."

"He could send me off to the powder room when he and his guest lock into discussion. I'll be sure to take along more listening devices, just to be safe."

"Do you plan to interrogate him?"

"Probably tonight. I have a vial of truth serum I plan to pour into his drink. It's fast-acting. Once he's under its influence, I will extract all pertinent information."

"You're a brave girl, Vanessa. Randy Reynolds can be a deadly opponent. He wasn't promoted to his rank at B.O.N.E. for nothing."

"Are you forgetting my success rate at F.U.R.?

They don't send me on these kind of missions because I'm a great fuck."

"That never entered my mind," Julianna avowed, then giggled. "I have to say, you do seem to enjoy your work."

Being pitted against foes like Randy, I couldn't agree with her more. He was a rather delicious adversary. I trembled at the thought of having his hands on me once again. It took a substantial amount of effort to make him cum. Randy flagged our energies while he brought us each to shuddering orgasm. His sex drive was unbelievable.

"Let us know if you require assistance," Julianna mentioned before signing off. "We're prepared to send reinforcements."

"Believe me, baby, this is something I can handle." Among my arsenal of weapons was, of course, my stun-vibrator. Although it appeared relatively harmless, it packed quite a jolt when activated. If the going got rough, I could shock Randy into unconsciousness with one touch. I hoped that wouldn't become necessary.

Even manned with my protective apparatus, Julianna wasn't as optimistic. "We're here if you need us."

Her image faded, replaced by a static-ridden picture. I dropped that contraption in my beach bag, then retrieved yet another gadget: my tape recorder master control. I wanted to review what had transpired during my absence. Since my listening devises are voice-activated, I should have some relevant dialogue.

Randy, I discovered, had been on the phone. Revealing his next strategic maneuver wasn't the subject of conversation. He appeared to be talking with a buddy.

"How were the girls?" he was asked.

"Nice. A lot of fun-particularly the redhead. I take it she's new to the agency?"

"Isn't that what you like?" his friend commented. "Fresh talent?"

"She was really good. Hot. Kept me going. As a matter-of-fact, I asked her to stay the rest of the weekend."

"I'm sure B.O.N.E. won't mind picking up the tab."

"Not when I'm doing some major grunt work for them. It's nice to have somebody like that around to take the edge off. Things get pretty tense around here."

It was my first glimpse of Randy's personal side. He had fucked each of us without emotion, expunging all external signs of anything that might have mentally burdened him. I still remembered that fierce expression while he jammed that big dick between my legs.

"You receive plenty of perks to alleviate most of the pain," his friend teased.

"It doesn't make what I do any easier," Randy confided. "But that's my problem. Time to hop off the line. I'm going to look for my little redhead."

That was my cue to return. I didn't want to insert any questions in Randy's mind by not being instantly accessible. For all intents and purposes, I was "Pussy For Hire."

I stepped through the patio doors just before Randy could get up from bed. He placed the receiver on its cradle with a grin. "How was your walk?" he asked pleasantly, visibly shorn of any scheme in progress.

"Very nice," I said, depositing my bag by the door and away from his prying eyes. To dissolve any suspicion, I strutted over to the bed and sat beside him. He had yet to slip on a pair of shorts. His nudity aroused me. In the light of day, he was even more visually appetizing. His tanned skin had a healthy, resonant glow. He exuded a virility that caused my stomach to churn. "You have a magnificent view of the ocean."

"I enjoy the peace."

The remark seemed contradictory for a man who devoted his time to the exchange of destructive tools. To look at him, one wouldn't ponder his efficiency at such deception. He was so handsome and sexy, he seemed more a male model than a high-powered agent for B.O.N.E.

I trailed some lust-provoking fingers along his hair-rough thigh. "I'm glad you asked me to stay. You gave me a great deal of pleasure last night."

He flashed a grin. "Glad to be of service."

His sense of humor was well-taken. I moved to his mouth, my breath whispering over his face. Desire emanated from his body. I welcomed those lush vibrations, prepared to show him the previous night's performance was merely a fraction of my capability.

Our lips parted simultaneously. We made contact via tongue, the saliva-rich pressure exacting. I sobbed down his throat while he probed me with his agile tip. Ohhhhhhhh. I ached for his hungry grope. I slid closer, willing him to grab my ass, squeeze my tits. My nipples throbbed for masculine attention.

His desire was easily read. The same flush in his cheeks, the glazed eyes, the quickening pulse were perceptible indications. The chemical reaction that coincided between us was electrifying.

Randy's soft, possessive lips played over my silky shoulders. Their indulgent ripple took my breath. I tilted back my head, gasping for air. My curling mop of red hair tumbled to one side as I fed him the nape of my throat. Ohhhhhhhh. Hot shivers raced through my flesh. This was definitely not the same man I'd had last night. His reckless character was but a memory. Randy demonstrated a capacity for tenderness. I gave myself over to this changed man and the careful reigns he now held on his appetite.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," he murmured, nibbling on my ear lobe. The top of my bikini slipped from my flesh after a simple twist of his fingers. An acceleration of tremors coursed through me. That sensation was further tweaked when his lips captured one of my nipples. I moaned as he sucked it. "Ohhhhhhh! Oh, God!" I could have laid there for hours and let him work me over with that pleasure-giving mouth. A fever raged through my body. It seemed remarkable he was able to make my temperature climb so swiftly, so intensely. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Randy steered me with those enormous hands of his. I was dragged over his stimulated flesh. I wanted to face him, but Randy called the shots. My back and ass writhed against the muscular definition of his chest, and then his thighs. We assumed the very same position we had previously as he folded me into his arms, getting behind my wriggling butt. By instinct, I found that big, excited cock of his. It throbbed wildly in my fist as I shifted up and down its sprawling length. My thumb nudged the immense, velvet head. I knew he wanted to fuck me.

Fucking was definitely what ran through Randy's mind; his choice of orifice was a separate matter. He leaned over me, reaching for the drawer of his night stand. A tube of K-Y Jelly was withdrawn. When he brought it behind me and I felt the lubricating swirl of his finger, I was choked with panic. Randy's fully swollen cock would feel like a battering ram in my anus. I didn't know if I could withstand that.

"No, baby," I whispered, pulling away from him. "It'll hurt."

Randy sensed my apprehension. His handling of me was infinitely more delicate. He began to fondle me in a caring fashion. His fingertips seemed to savor the flesh they stroked. His hands swam over my billowing breasts, my erect nipples, and then down my smooth hips and over my damp pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," I murmured, gratified by those expressive fingertips. My fear was sufficiently demoted to be of manageable significance. With that susceptible touch inflaming my senses, and those lips rippling over my receptive flesh, it all but languished.

We did, however, have to deal with this compulsive appetite of his. Randy demanded anal sex, and I, invariably, would supply him that. I searched within myself to cater to this base need. If his craving was that turbulent, then I would overlook my personal comfort in light of his ultimate satisfaction.

Randy substantially simplified matters. His stirring touch made me a willing partner. I felt the hunger build inside me as he attached his jnouth to mine and engaged my tongue in delicious play. We exchanged saliva, tongues darting, then entwining tips. He stayed with me, forcing me to acknowledge my response. It wasn't by coincidence that I pushed myself at him, or trembled against his aroused flesh. His cock pulsated furiously at the small of my back.

Slowly, he resumed lubricating my asshole. His finger slid into my dark orifice, sliding in and out until I became greasy. My cries were smothered by his securely planted mouth. Bursts of excitement and fiery anticipation swarmed through me.

When my rear entrance was adequately moist, he steered that bulbous head into position. The very wedging of that plump crown to my sensitive opening made me shudder. Ohhhhhhhh! None of these anxieties were voiced. I sobbed into Randy's mouth as he fought for supremacy of my will. He administered my submission. I couldn't deny him fulfillment when my flesh cried for the same. I floated with him, temporarily anesthetized to the ache that was sure to come.

Randy lifted my thigh, draping it over his hip. We were sideways on his arrangement of pillows. Pressure was placed on my anus-ceaseless, manufactured pressure that resulted in penetration. More and more of that big dick entered me. Ohhhhhhhhh! My quivering ass cheeks received his manly bulk while our lips maintained their tremulous connection. Oh, God! Absorbing him into my ass was a painstaking production. Randy held back the whim to ram me full of cock, observant of my safety. I could tell he wanted to make the experience as pleasurable as possible.

Having Randy's cock shoved into my ass couldn't be taken lightly. Even in a subdued frame, its size sent shock waves through my system. I resolved to relax and accept its dimensions without fainting. Its width tested the limitations of that narrow channel. Ohhhhhhhhh. Gradually, he worked all ten-plus inches into my squirming, cushiony ass.

Randy detached his mouth from mine. He paused to study me in my winded condition. Air was dragged in and out of my lungs. I felt helpless, my body his prisoner. "Oh, baby," I sobbed with an ass full of cock straining my lower region. It was impossible to ignore that crushing rigidity. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, my God."

"It's okay," he muttered, burying his face in my neck. His tongue awakened some of my cells that had gone dormant. His enormous hand returned to enclose my tit. He prodded the nipple with his thumb, causing it to spring to vibrant hardness. The pinching had my body singing with pleasure.

He started to pump me. His dick moved in and out of my clenched hole, deriving joy from its squashed fit. I could feel his shudder of happiness as he fucked my firm pair of buns. Ohhhhhhhhhh. His balls were smashed up against my trembling butt flesh, recognizing the amount of swollen cock buried inside.

"How does it feel?" he muttered in my ear.

"So good. Yes. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."

"It's all in your ass. Every fucking inch."

I was lightheaded with joy. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."

"Jesus," he whistled, admiring its constriction. "Its so fucking tight. Oh, yeah. Those inner walls are grafted to my dick. Oh, baby. Let me fuck you. Let me fuck that sweet ass. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."

I flailed luxuriantly in his arms, giving his excited cock that smothering warmth it sought. Each thrust, each groan served as a building block to my pleasure. The ache that initially confronted me had long since retreated. I welcomed that throbbing mass in my butt, feeding him the hot, clutching tension he craved.

"Yes, baby," I sobbed, taking him deep into my ass. "Fuck me. Fuck me good." My yearning expanded and became focused on his world. I wanted this session to be intensely gratifying for him.

"I can't stop myself. It feels so good."

I could have ridden on his gasps of approval, his frenzied strokes until he exploded, but Randy searched for another medium to please me. His spacious hand moved over my sluiced mound, exploring for my clit. The second he found it, I was his to command. That heavy fingertip pressed, then jiggled my love button.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" My eyes rolled up in their sockets. The sensation of him charging through my asshole was overtaken by conflicting desire. I swallowed roughly, unable to think beyond that twitching digit. "Oh, baby. Ohhhhhhhhh."

He worked my clit, giving it a vigorous massage. The juices just oozed out of my pussy, making his fingertips wet as he masturbated me. He manipulated my escalation point with a frenzy.

I tilted my head back into his supporting shoulder, clenching my teeth and letting the air rush out of me. There was virtually no escape from that hounding pleasure. Even with that enormous member spearing into my ass, I couldn't neglect the call of ecstasy. I was flattened against that furry chest of his, ready to convulse.

"I want you to cum," he urged in the midst of his agitation. "Do it, baby. Now."

"Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh!" I went into the orgasm he precipitated. Exhilaration thundered through my ravaged body. Sweat poured down my face and I felt all clammy, undulating against his pounding flesh.

Randy didn't shoot. He kept fucking me, plunging into my ass. I fastened my muscles to him with all I had, prepared to milk him dry. I wanted his eruption to coincide with my next orgasm. I knew I would cum again-the initial tremors were present. Besides, one debilitating orgasm fed another.

"Harder," I hissed, my mind clouded with desire. "More. Fuck me, baby. Bring it deep. Ohhhhhhhhhh."

He swung into my crack, gasping. My butt hole was practically numb, receiving that throbbing bulk. His balls steadily walloped me as he made that hard dick disappear into my gobbling anus. Randy's fingers left impressions in my thigh, holding it up as he rammed me. His cock was fully submerged in my ass.

His jiggling did not end when I previously contracted. He was determined more than ever to keep me cumming. He stroked my love button until it nearly ached. More sex juice gushed from my molten core; trickled to his sawing member, making his cock slick.

"Want me to cum in your ass, or pull out?" he grunted in my ear.

I couldn't answer-I choked on my increasing sobs. It didn't matter. Filling my butt with hot cum, or having it shoot all over my cheeks would have the same effect.

After appeasing the passion inside him for ten minutes, I found his consideration over flooding my rectum compassionate. That he would put in check his impulse to merely explode and saturate my bowels with his abundant goo touched me. Randy Reynolds didn't seem entirely bad-not in my opinion.

My reflection was short-lived. The jerk of his finger reduced my thought pattern to delirium. My clit burned against his rubbing digit. The luscious disturbance that coursed through me gained sufficient ground. I was on the verge of spasming in his arms once again.

"Cum in me," I moaned, vibrating fiercely. "Cum in my ass! Please! Cum in my ass!"

Randy accelerated his thrusts while jiggling me. We seemed to exist on the same sweltering level. I could feel a rumbling inside him, just by pressing the back of my head to his shoulder. I shut my eyes as he sank deep into my ass, magnifying his thrusts.

"Christ," he groaned, his breathing labored. "Oh, baby. Uggghhhhhhh! Uggghhhhhhh!"

I felt him pour everything he had into my ass. His cum spurted in a thick, inundating amount. His jism swam through my bowels while he shuddered with orgasm.

I came at the height of his climax. He subdued me with that invigorating massage. My clit sizzled against that limber digit, prompting an abrupt shower of tingles.

"Oh, God!" I moaned, shivering against his quaking form. Those big hands of his captured my trembling flesh and held it fast to his manly frame. I collapsed over him with a choked sob.

We lingered in spent glory, our limbs entwined. I wanted the moment to last, and for him to recognize the potency of our lust. Randy's heartbeat hammered beneath my ear as I rested my head, attempting to catch my breath. It was one of the most sumptuous afterglows I'd ever had.

At length, he shifted. "Let's go take a shower," he whispered, then tickled my ear with his tongue.

Another jolt of pleasure sprinted through my body. Would I always feel this hot clutch of joy whenever he touched me? It almost made me sorry to have to shatter his operation. As an agent of F.U.R., I had little choice. Randy's affiliation with B.O.N.E. precluded any chance for a serious relationship.

We rose from bed, all sweaty from sex. My asshole began to smart from having gotten pumped by that large cock. I took a moment to regain my sense of balance. Fucking Randy was a dizzying event; my body seemed to suffer a void when he detached himself.

Randy stood before me, undeniably magnificent in the light of day. He extended his arms to me, realizing I might be too weak to get to my feet. I slipped into his manly embrace, twisting and turning against that wall of muscle. His flesh, covered with prickly hair, started yet another fire along my silky skin.

The shower in Randy's bathroom was of party-size measurement. I sincerely doubted it was constructed for the purpose of a single person. Four or five people could easily preoccupy themselves and still have adequate room for company. Shower heads aimed at varying directions were mounted imaginatively on the surrounding walls. A series of faucets controlled the amount of spraying water, along with its temperature.

I stepped inside, welcoming the cleansing onslaught. Ohhhhhhhhhh. What a treat. It provided total refreshment.

Randy stood in the path of the pounding drizzle, immersing his face and head. His dark reddish brown hair became plastered, as did the furry carpet on his chest, legs and arms. I reached for the soap dispenser and doled out a large amount. I smoothed my palm over his chest, paying specific attention to his nipples. He watched as I seductively lathered him, shorn of any amusement. His dark pupils were trained over my fluttering hand as bubbles-and obvious tingles-emerged. I traveled lower, challenged by his serious expression. I wanted to see at what level his concentration would break. My soapy fingers encircled him. I pumped his shaft with my fist, enabling it to burgeon. It didn't take much to cause Randy to swell. His dick stretched through my grasp, throbbing with power.

"Fuck me," I begged, tugging at his huge cock-the very one that had just been inside my ass.

"Not yet." The timbre of his voice turned me on. His gentle, possessive lips played over my silky shoulders. It didn't matter that we were beneath the water's pelting influence-Randy was compelled by something deeper. When he reached the peak of one tit and began sucking my nipple, I thought I was going to go insane.

"Ohhhhhhhh," I wailed, arching my back. I wrapped my arms around Randy's head and pulled his face into the warmth of my cleavage. He seemed to enjoy burying himself in that fleshy hollow.

Randy did not dwell between my tits for long. Slowly, he sank to his knees. I could feel the infusion of his excitement as he ran his tongue down my quivering stomach, gravitating to my jittery mound.

And then his mouth was at my pussy, tenderly devouring my cunt lips. The searing touch of Randy's tongue pushing them apart stole my breath. My eyes burst open and I stared unseeingly at the tiled walls. He made his tip pointed and inserted it far into my snatch. I sobbed as he fucked me with his stiffened tongue.

"Oh, God!" I moaned, rocking against the wall, supported by the balls of my feet. My legs were thrown open to him, allowing him to slice into my hot squish with that snake-like thing. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Mmmmmmmm," Randy mumbled, licking the tangy juices that flowed from my warm, sluiced cunt.

Exhilaration and joy were mine. I was prepared to receive more and more of this pleasure. After being subjected to a deep butt-fuck, getting slurped by a tongue made for a thrilling sequel.

Randy crammed his tongue into me until his nose touched my clit. He lapped my delicious nectar until I was hoarse from moaning. The pressure of his tip to my juicy flesh and the friction to my love button sent an electric current through me.

I remembered how swiftly he made Lani cum, bearing down on her until she was too physically depleted to respond. Randy was bent on imposing his insatiable appetite on me. I couldn't flee that hot, snapping tip as it lashed over my succulent pink flesh and made my clit swell. He seized me by the ass and devoured my juices until I neared hyperventilation.

"You taste good," he muttered, gorging himself with my snatch. "Mmmmmmmmmmm."

I watched his head bob as he fed upon me, unwilling to relinquish my excited pussy. Once his mouth was fastened to my mound, there was no hope of disengaging it. The flash of tongue and subsequent tickle were the beginning of a hot, churning sensation that dominated me. I could see him lick around the inflamed area, but as he got closer to that protruding bud, my vision was impaired. The billowing steam accentuated my drunken glow. It took all the strength I could muster to support myself on my heels. I was falling apart at the seams. Randy controlled my pleasure with his mouth and limber tongue; I had no jurisdiction over the direction he took. He gave possibly the best head I've ever had.

I balled my fists and smacked them to the wall. I couldn't handle another teasing second. I aimed for the point of his tongue and drove myself at his face. I urged him to eat me, until my juices were depleted. Of course, that was a foolish bid on my part. No sooner did I receive that wildly curling tip than my nectar was quickly replenished. I remained still and had him lick me until I was close to cumming.

Randy covered my clit with his mouth and sucked fiercely until I was a quivering wreck. There was no reason to hold back, to prolong the ecstasy that was sure to claim me. I came with his mouth attached to my jerking mound.

"Ohhhhhhh!" I whimpered. "Ohhhhhhhhh!"

I began to slide down the wall, drained, when Randy sprang to his feet to catch me. His muscled arms encompassed me first, then his mouth came down over my lips. I was still shuddering with orgasm when he put his tongue in my mouth. I tasted my juices mixed with his saliva; the combination sent my brain whirring off track.

There was a pounding need in Randy's body; a renewed longing that noticeably pulsed beneath his surface. He guided his erect cock into my pussy while pinning me to the wall. I thought it was all in me until he gave a second, willful thrust that sent the rest of him plunging deep into my gut. My nails dug into his shoulders upon impact.

"Jesus," I sobbed, digesting that manly bulk. Our groins came together after a tension-ridden squeeze. It felt as though something of intimidating size were caught inside my body. "Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

Randy pumped me, cramming that monster between my gored pussy lips. His rhythm was urgent, unquenchable. My tits, smashed against his magnificent chest, cushioned me from the blows I took. He emphatically buried that big thing in my juicy hole.

I cried out, enslaved by that monster that resided between my legs. It was an extremely tight fit. My contortions, I was certain, reflected joy. As my head slid to one side, Randy descended upon a vulnerable spot on my neck. He planted his mouth and sucked tenderly on my flesh until I curled my toes. My delicate skin was lavished with bubbles of saliva for a few precious seconds-then Randy drove himself whole into my cunt. I lost sight of everything but the pleasure mounting from within.

This was one horny man, I thought to myself as he fucked me with everything he possessed. He sawed in and out of my pussy without stopping-almost to the point of cumming-then assumed a leisurely pace. My cunt lips clung to him, making noisy sounds as they coated him with their sticky juices.

"Fuck me," I moaned, surrendering to him. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good!"

I could feel the muscles in his buttocks flex as he effected an even trounce. I prayed this was the last of it, that he was ripe for explosion. His dick ground into me, reducing my pussy to squish. All that urgent tugging and yanking influenced me. I could not ignore the lure of orgasm. Even as I willed him to cum, I was caught up in the fury of his hormones. The inside of my pussy was unaccustomed to such prolonged agitation.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" I sobbed. "You're making me cum! Ohhhhhh! Oh, baby-" My announcement was interrupted by the heavy lump that had formed in the base of my throat. My eyelids fluttered as that weakness surged forth.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Yes! Ohhhhhhhh!"

"Ugggghhhhh!" he growled, his eyes squeezed shut as he launched those first hot squirts. "Uggghhhhh! Ugggghhhh! Uggghhhhhhh!"

His handsome face was marred by contortions as he spewed his load. I was surprised by the amount he was able to summon after his previous eruption.

This time, there was nothing to prevent us from making that gradual slide down the wall. I was on the verge of physical collapse, having submitted one time too many to the demands of that hard dick.

And, yet, I received the distinct impression that his recovery would be quick and there would be much more of him to handle.

The prospect did not bother me in the least.

The needs of B.O.N.E. were steep and exacting.

CHAPTER THREE

The limousine appeared in Randy's driveway precisely at four in the afternoon. A fresh bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice, along with a tray of delicious hors d'oeuvres, awaited us upon opening the door. Naturally, our personal chauffeur pressed himself into service to escort us inside. All this, I presumed, was compliments of B.O.N.E. I must admit, it was a first-class operation-even if it was corrupt.

Randy donned an elegant tuxedo, while I was outfitted in a stunning backless evening dress. I must admit, it was strange slipping into clothes after spending most of the day naked. I thought Randy striking in formal wear. His sentiment appeared to mirror mine; he couldn't take his eyes off me.

I swung one shapely leg over the other, permitting the slit in my dress to hike up my thigh. It was a calculated move on my part. Randy's hazel eyes followed my hem as it traveled north. My failure to return it to its proper level spurred his attention. He managed to pour two glasses of Dom Perignon without spilling a drop. My initial sip was purely a tease: rather than putting my lips to the rim, I let out my tongue and dipped it into that sparkling effervescence. Mmmmmmmmmm. Champagne is my "chocolate;" I permit myself to enjoy it only upon occasion.

Randy watched me intently. I was his focus our entire journey. He did, however, bring along with him a leather attach� case, replete with lock. If I thought I could sneak into it, I would. Randy, unfortunately, maintained a firm hand on it. Without question, its contents raised my interest.

The scenery outside my window was spectacular. The swaying palm trees, the ocean, the Caribbean architecture blended into a picturesque backdrop. I sipped my drink, then engaged Randy with meaningful eye contact. Through the sensual positioning of my lips and the swirl of my tongue, I suggestively communicated with him. He appreciated my sense of eroticism. I believe, at this juncture, he was glad to have retained my services.

The bill, unfortunately, would not be payable to the escort service, but rather to F.U.R. The cost would exceed his wildest dreams.

Beside me, I had all my weaponry carefully arranged in my matching purse. My stun-vibrator, vial of truth serum and a variety of other gimmicks were tucked neatly within its confines. I also had my-likeness of a Sony Watchman, in the event contacting headquarters was necessary. A F.U.R. agent should be prepared for the unexpected.

I thought we were going to visit a club on the island; this proved not to be the case. The limo drove to a hotel, where another limousine anticipated our arrival.

I gathered my purse, but Randy placed an obstructing hand over my knee. "You'll stay here. I've got a little business to take care of."

Damn! I didn't want to be separated, but knew in advance that such an incident might materialize. Rather than show my disappointment, I whispered, "Hurry back." I had to act quickly, efficiently. My arms went around him for a hot, sexy kiss. While we were pressed together, I pinned a listening device beneath his collar. I prayed he didn't feel a thing. To ensure such was not the case, I inserted my tongue in his mouth and wove it around his. "Mmmmmmm," I purred, sliding it in place. My nails swirled along his back, distributing shivers was necessary to camouflage my deed.

Randy pulled back very slowly, staring ravenously in my eyes. "Count on it," he muttered. The timbre in his voice held sexual promise.

The door slammed shut and I found myself alone in a vacuum. Virtually nothing could be heard beyond this compartment. The glass was up on the driver's side, guaranteeing me a measure of privacy.

I waited a few respectful moments, then adjusted the dial on the stereo. Music filtered through the built-in speakers-some soft rock that had stimulating value. I glanced up at the driver, but he averted his gaze, keeping himself busy with jotting notes in some binder.

This was my chance.

I reached for my dangling earring and turned the screw. Randy's voice was being transmitted to me from the other car. Another man's, though barely audible, was also received. I listened to their conversation.

"How do we know you can be trusted?" the man asked of Randy. "Discretion is almost a forgotten art these days."

"We've been in this business far too long to eliminate ourselves from the competition by advertising who our clients are," Randy assured him. "I have complete details of this transaction in my case here."

"Let me see them."

The snapping sound of Randy's attach� case being opened and the shuffling of papers followed.

"Yes. Everything appears to be in order. Your merchandise appears aggressively priced," the man clucked. "I can definitely see you're seeking clients."

"We want to gain your confidence. You may keep that copy. I have another right here."

I made a mental note to search his attach� case later, while Randy was asleep-or, if need be, while he was rendered unconscious. I hoped that would be unnecessary.

Silence reigned. I didn't know if Randy's presentation was favorably received. For some inexplicable reason, I was getting static. My eyes shot forward. The chauffeur was no longer sitting in front of me. Before I could mute the wired conversation, the door swung open.

Randy stood there, his face reflecting incriminations. Ambivalent as to whether he suspected anything, I hoped to seize him with temptation. I crossed my legs, revealing much of my flesh. My gadget was disconnected in the process. It didn't matter whether I heard everything-his entire conversation was tape-recorded via voice activation.

He did not appear to be taken with the alluring view I furnished, his expression dark and foreboding.

"Are you through already?" I asked in a tremulous voice.

He sat beside me, not uttering a word. The driver assumed his position behind the wheel. A second later, we were hurtling down the stretch of road.

Without asking me a thing, he reached for the bottle of champagne cooling on ice. My glass was refilled, as was his. He somberly handed it to me. Before I could nervously take a sip, he put out his hand. Finally, a grin tugged at his lips.

"A toast," he murmured. "To success."

I sighed in relief. For a moment, I genuinely thought he was onto me. I had to exercise more care when eavesdropping. Although Randy Reynolds appeared to be quite the gentleman, even gallant-he probably wouldn't think twice about killing me. Those large, paw-like hands were capable of strangulation. I shuddered at the thought.

To rid myself of this upsetting vision, I elected to steer our celebration into a more inviting atmosphere. Randy, facing me, had his legs set around me. I had a clear shot at his crotch. Although he didn't appear to have an erection, I knew I could effectively summon one.

Everything I did at this point had to dismantle any misgivings he might have constructed in his mind. Randy had an excellent memory for detail; he may still question me later, if anything I did appeared suspect.

"I'm delighted to have you back," I whispered, my hand drifting over his thigh. I left what I hoped was a path of tingles along that contour of muscle. My tits bulged from the dress I wore, the nipples threatening to burst from enclosure. My crop of red hair spilled over my shoulders as I made my descent on the seat.

Randy said nothing, digesting the hush of my words.

To my knowledge, we were not under the observation of the driver. Whether we were glimpsed through his rearview mirror was not my concern. I had something of higher importance to dedicate my thoughts.

I squeezed the sinew that gave his thighs their masculine shape. I moved closer to the source of his mounting pleasure. My fingers spanned over the jutting outline of his cock. Randy merely had to be brushed to develop a hard-on. I smiled at how it filled the front of his pants, straining in all its erect glory. I couldn't resist pressing my cheek against it, then my nose and finally my lips. His throb aroused me.

"I want you," I whispered up at him.

Randy grinned, sipping his champagne. I was given creative license to do as I wished.

I rubbed him gently, fingering his pulsating cock. I traced that swell of manhood with my nail. My breath was hot and shaky. I could scarcely control my hunger. I unzipped him, then reached inside. Randy wore silk briefs that emphasized, rather than concealed, his well-endowed member. I pulled them down, letting that long, heavy shaft spring freely in the air.

I toyed with it for a moment, stroking and caressing it. I moved my thumb slowly back and forth across the tip, prying at the tiny hole, then withdrawing and sliding down to the base. I savored the decline of my clasped fingers.

"Tonight, this is all mine," I sighed. "Mmmmmm."

I kissed the bulbous head. The scent of soap drifted up to me. A quivering remembrance of our shower enveloped me. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I still ached from penetration. He had gone deep, his thrusts exacting. Despite all else, I loved when he fucked me. He gave me tremendous pleasure.

I enclosed the tip of his cock, pursing the map of blood vessels that protruded along the surface of that towering column. I consumed more of his length, vibrating my sensual lips. My tongue swirled beneath the dense rim of his helmet, caressing the area until he shifted in his seat. I focused on the mushroomed figure up and around, stopping at the tiny cumhole and prying it open with my insistent tip. A bead of his tasty goo was collected. Mmmmmmmmmm. I knew a great deal more would be released if I continued to suck on him.

"Yeah," he groaned, as I fastened myself to his bulk. He cupped the top of my head and pushed down. Exposure to my silken warmth and hot drool invariably robbed him of self-control. "Take more."

My cheeks hollowed and I created a vacuum in the rear of my throat. My tongue was never idle as my lips rolled over that huge cock. I made him disappear, nibble by nibble, slurping as I went. It felt so good, having him in my mouth. I lapped the underside of his thickened shaft, provoking him with my darting tip.

The air in back of the limousine was definitely thinning out. In fact, it was almost impossible to breathe.

"Mmmmmmmmm," I gasped, mouthing him. "Ohhhhhhhhh." My head dipped into his lap, capturing more of that delicious cock with my lips. I loved the fact that Randy had such a big dick. There was so much of it to love.

I swallowed him whole after tormenting him with my tongue. I essentially had little choice. After taking him into my mouth, smashing that plump head against its roof, there was no other place to put him. I gulped him down noisily, letting him hear of my challenge to accommodate that monstrous thing. His dick was coated with my scalding saliva. I let it trickle down to his balls, carried by my warm exhalations.

"Christ," he choked, clamping my head and feeding it to me. He elevated himself until his balls were crushed to my lips. That bloated crown ventured further than it ever had in my throat. My muscles strained to accept all of him. His fever didn't last. He regained his sense of presence and eased up on the pressure he exerted. His cock receded somewhat, until I could breathe normally. Never once did I lose the thread of my style. My tongue swept over him, lashing that appetizing cock with all the care I could demonstrate.

The faint mewls in the back of my throat were eagerly perceived. The radiant heat of my cheeks and the redness spreading over my skin could not be faked. My lust for him was authentic. I'm sure he was filled with pride that his equipment could provide me unlimited satisfaction.

My lips virtually mauled that thick, delectable cock. I sent him reeling with each forceful suck, pulling frantically at the taut skin. I was intent on milking him of, cum, if that was conceivable; Randy's supply seemed immeasurable.

I'm sure Randy wouldn't have minded if I stopped at that precise moment, climbed onto his lap, and sat on his cock. This time, I yearned to eat his jism. I also wanted to be separated from those debilitating contractions that overpowered me at the end. It was easy to Ipse control when I mounted him. Straddling something so enormous and fucking it led to sweet distraction. No, I resolved to suck him to orgasm.

I slid my shivering Wetness over him, exciting him further with my tongue. I stayed on him feverishly long, keeping my mouth full. When his cock protruded from my lush lips, I glanced up at him and sent him a steamy message. My guttural happiness was communicated in that moment. I'm sure the sight of my gorgeous wrapped lips propelled his urge to cum.

I returned to sucking him. I pulled at his tense skin, putting a fireball in his dick. Randy worked his hips, giving me a mouth fuck. Mmmmmmm. I let him thrust into my face, feeling the tremors amass in his groin. It wouldn't be long, now; I would have something creamy to eat.

"Yeah," he gasped. "Suck that dick. Eat it. Swallow me. Oh, yeah, baby. Get your mouth all over it. Make your lips tight so I can fuck your mouth."

He crammed himself into my saliva-rich orifice, his features intense. Humor was devoid in his expression. I had beckoned the sexual heat inside him, and he dutifully answered my call. The slick sounds of my mouth on his cock echoed between us. I licked up the excess spit that coasted down that pulsating shaft.

I pumped his balls with my hands. They were tight, fueled with that luscious white goo. I wove through his errant pubes, attempting to bring the fire that raged inside him to full intensity. My oral frenzy wouldn't be complete without that intoxicating massage.

My lips engaged him with hot, searing sensations. I bore down on him with my determined mouth, packing myself with hard dick. He shook in his seat, responding to the smother of my lips. His shaft was spittle-slick, practically sliding out of my mouth. I moaned and grabbed him in a secure lock, working him into a seizure.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" I commanded through my attached lips. "Hurry! Cum in my mouth!"

Randy's eyes screwed shut, his mouth twisted, and then guttural sounds emerged from the bottom of his throat. "Uggggghhhhhhhh! Arrgghhhhh! Uggghhhhhhhh!"

He exploded in my mouth. His hot spew erupted with a vengeance. He grasped my head and discharged. I swallowed that dense fluid, spurring its release with my tongue. I managed to keep the steady stream he fed me flowing down my throat. He pumped my face, dragging air into his lungs. I watched as his eyes slowly opened and noticed their glazed quality. The rage that left his body depleted him of strength.

"Whew," he muttered, when I lifted my face. "Jesus."

He saw the webs of spittle cling to my lips as I gazed at him. I did a little trick with my tongue, detached those strings with a few expert whips.

Randy settled back in his seat, breathing roughly. I placed my head on his lap, beside his flaccid cock, and rested the balance of our journey home.

While he was recuperating, I was orchestrating his impending interrogation in my mind.

CHAPTER FOUR

I did everything in my power not to let my apprehension surface. Externally, I displayed a strong desire to continue our little adventure in the privacy of his bedroom. Choosing a moment to feed him the truth serum, however, had my pulse racing to the point of danger.

Randy did not seem wise to my intent. He led me into his magnificent beach house by hand, radiating a sexual heat that almost caused me to forget my unpleasant task. I did not look forward to slipping him the serum. How he would retaliate caused me to shiver.

It was dark inside. He reached for the lamp, but I stilled him. "No," I whispered, then smoothed my hand over that wonderfully defined chest. My fingertips emitted a shower of tingles that got his Adam's apple to ripple.

Standing in the shadows, I proceeded to strip him. I undid the buttons of his shirt so fluently I surprised myself. I cast my fears aside, remembering the stun-vibrator in my bag. Should

Randy suddenly turn on me, one touch would render him unconscious. That option might simplify the interrogation process, for I could pour the vial's contents into his open mouth. I preferred surprising him rather than subjecting him to the shocking effect of my weapon.

I kissed his hairy chest, paying special homage to his nipples. I puckered each, awakening them with my tongue. Mmmmmmmm. His manly flavor was a treat to my palate. I could easily devour this man whole.

He cupped my ass while I undressed him. His fingers rotated over my shapely buttocks. The electricity disbursed made me swallow roughly. Ohhhhhhhhhh. His touch clouded my mind, bombarded me with delightful chills.

I brushed him with my tits. My nipples, protruding through my evening dress, yearned to make contact with his naked body. Anticipating his lusciously coarse textures, I writhed against his abundant muscle. I loved being enclosed in his brawny arms, a slave to his desire. Ohhhhhhhhhhh.

I opened his pants and let them whisk down his hair-rough legs. The bulge in his silk briefs made my mouth water. Randy had the most beautifully shaped cock in existence. I couldn't wait to get my mouth and pussy on it. This was going to be our sweetest fuck yet.

I reached for that thick profile and gave it an affectionate squeeze. He could see how much I wanted him. I didn't feel my lust stemmed from duty, but originated of its own volition. I groped him for several wordless minutes, enjoying the size of his cock. His balls made inclusion in my hungry grasp. Although my hand was dwarfed by his substantial equipment, I still gained pleasure by encompassing what I could.

Randy grasped as I fondled him. He sincerely enjoyed my fascination with his dick. He leaned toward me, encouraging my sizzling probe.

After a fashion, he hooked his thumbs under the straps to my dress and lifted them from my shoulders. All at once, my tits flew out at him. Those enormous thumbs reached for my distended nipples, circling them in a heart-stopping massage. I sobbed with ecstasy as he stroked me. I enjoyed the moment so intensely it was impossible to align my thoughts to their proper perspective.

Randy's mouth descended upon me. I couldn't have stopped the fierce suck he vented, even if I ordered it. His tongue and lips effected the most delicious thrill. My brain whirred at the lush sensation it afforded me. I sprang to the tips of my toes, offering more of myself to him.

His hands traveled the length of my shivering body. Each section that passed through his fingers started a fire. I was more than ready to receive his ferociously abandoned thrusts. I was so weak with want, it was almost futile to stand; I did, however, possess enough strength in reserve to linger in his clutches.

My entire dress fell to the ground. I stepped out of it, yet retained my panties. Randy, following my example, kept on his silk briefs.

"I'll get us some champagne," he muttered, then left the room.

I was haunted by his absence. I wanted him to stay, yet after he departed, the core of my assignment restored. Randy yielded a dizzying spell on me.

The vial, I thought. I had to fetch it, then mix it into his glass when he wasn't looking. My purse was immediately accessible. I retrieved it, then hid it behind the clock on his night stand. I prayed he wouldn't see it.

Randy returned, brandishing a tray set with a chilled bottle and two glasses. He didn't seem the least wary of finding me sprawled across his bed; I tended to believe he expected me to join him there. He set the tray dangerously close to the clock, yet didn't seem to notice the vial. My heaving breasts commanded his foremost attention.

"Do you like it here?" he asked me as he filled my glass.

I nodded. "It's so beautiful and peaceful, who could resist it?" I accepted the glass and sipped it in my unique fashion, dipping the tip of my tongue. "Mmmmmmmm. I love it."

He studied me carefully. "I could get used to having you with me."

"Oh?"

"It isn't often I meet somebody that keeps me as excited as you do."

I blushed at his compliment. "Thank you. I must admit that you lend inspiration."

He acknowledged my praise with a grin. "As I've previously mentioned, I'm glad to be of service."

He sat beside me in bed. He wasn't making a grab for me, or any other kind of insatiable demand. He simply wanted my company, and I willingly gave it.

For a brief passage of time, he ceased to be one of B.O.N.E.'s most dependable henchmen. Randy Reynolds assumed a much different identity-the man I believed him to be. I saw the satyr, the negotiator, even the host, but there was a warm, sensitive man beneath that glossy veneer. I actually found myself liking him in this strange, new light.

"It must be lonely for you." I blurted my innermost thought. "I mean, being on this island without a set partner."

"That's why I call your service," he explained. "Your people supply me with the thing I need most."

I caressed his thigh. "I don't believe it's for sex, alone. You seem to enjoy companionship."

He shrugged. "In my line of work, companions are an expense I'm not allowed."

His hazel eyes tracked the circles I made with my fingertips. He permitted me to travel his rugged flesh, from his leg to his stomach, and finally his chest. The abundance of his body hair was a visual delight for me. I wove my fingers through it, letting it prickle his senses. He resembled a beast in that respect, while I was the lusciously smooth and soft beauty.

"I want to thank you for selecting me to be your companion this weekend," I admitted. "It's been absolute pleasure."

He picked up my roving hand and brought it to his face. He inserted my thumb in his mouth and sucked tenderly on it. Lightning practically bolted through me. My reaction to him was always very strong. I could almost picture myself falling in love with this man.

That thought frightened me. God, I had a mission to accomplish. I certainly didn't need that complication. It was time to get on with the more pleasant aspects of my assignment. Randy was in a mellow state of mind. He would unknowingly consume the vial of truth serum and be compelled to accurately answer all my questions.

I lifted my glass of champagne off the night stand, then let it slip from my grasp. I must say, it didn't appear the least staged. The spill and the subsequent dropping of my glass appeared to be accidental.

"Shit!" I snapped. "Let me go get a towel and clean that up."

Randy, as I expected, jumped up. "Allow me." He hurried off toward the bathroom.

The second he disappeared through the doorway, I snatched the vial. It burned in my hands from contemplation. I had only a moment to pour an adequate amount in his glass, stir it and replace it in its exact spot. Randy had an excellent memory, and the slightest change in its position could have easily invoked his suspicion.

Before I could remove the cork, Randy's iron-like hand swooped out and seized my wrist. "What do think you're doing?" he demanded in a gruff tone.

Oh, God! I saw the uncivilized glint in his eye, the ugly twist of his mouth. Very little could be said to defend my actions. Unfortunately, he caught me red-handed.

I was hurled onto my back. Randy climbed on top, wrestling me to the pillow. His chest barreled down on me, pinning me helplessly. Both my wrists, including the hand in possession of the vial, were imprisoned in his well-knit grip. My red hair thrashed against the sheets. The weight of his entire body held me at bay. No amount of squirming culminated in freedom.

He gestured to the vial. "You were going to give me that, weren't you?"

I said nothing beyond my gasps and sighs to liberate myself. I worked my hips, straining to slip from beneath him. He scowled, clamping my wrists and exerting more pressure to my groin. My legs and ass yielded to the slamming fury he employed to stifle my efforts. His muscled thighs refused to budge, holding my legs open. "Ohhhhhhhhh."

"What's in there?" he snarled.

"Let go of me!" I hissed through clenched teeth.

He removed the cork with his teeth, then sniffed the liquid. "Truth serum, eh? You're a spy, aren't you? You were going to force me to betray secrets, then report them to your superiors. You bitch."

His label stemmed more from amusement than hostility. Now that he was in control, he could review these details with satisfaction.

His face was an inch from mine. I felt his warm, tingly breath. "Admit to me that was your plan, baby. I want to hear it from those sexy lips of yours."

"No!" I wailed. His male strength enfeebled me. I attempted to wrest free, but, instead, managed to maneuver my groin beneath his midsection. My subsequent struggles hardened his cock. Feeling that king-sized thing grinding into my soft mound, I moaned. I could feel every inch through my skimpy panties. A fine time for our hormones to function of their own accord. I realized it was an involuntary reaction, that having two semi-naked bodies engaged in physical contact would promote this kind of physical behavior, but it did me the least good. His silk briefs hardly offered an adequate barrier between my pussy and his burgeoning dick. Even the large vein of his dick made an indentation to my squishy folds. Ultra-sensitive to the pressure of his hard, bulging cock, I was extremely vulnerable, as it awakened my clit. My consternation was weakened by my abounding attraction to him.

"Won't say?" he muttered, ostensibly glad to see that I was manipulated by fear and strength. "Maybe you need a taste of your own medicine." He moved the open vial toward my mouth. "Drink it."

I flung my face to the extreme opposite side. "Oh, God! Don't make me do that!"

"Come on, baby," he whispered in that low, male register that got me all hot and jittery. "It was perfectly acceptable in your little head for me to swallow this stuff. It's only fair you do the same for me." He pressed his erection in my soft, susceptible middle to stun me into compliance. Those hair-rough thighs held my satin-smooth legs apart, subjecting me to the outline of that ferocious hard-on.

"Keep away!" I sobbed, fear pumping into every cell of my body. None of my writhing seemed to shake that stiff lump from my sensitive crotch. The vial was perched at my lips, ready to spill its liquid content. The truth serum I was about to give him was fast-acting; if I happened to swallow it, undisclosed information about F.U.R. would be in the public domain. I would be at Randy's mercy, furnishing him details that were damaging to our cause.

"Sorry, baby," he muttered. "What's fair is fair." He clutched my chin, forcing my lips apart with that huge thumb, then tilted the vial. "You're going to gulp down every drop."

I willed my teeth to close and pressed my tongue up to reinforce the tiny spaces between mem, but Randy would have none of that. He squeezed me with that incontestable thumb, smirking at my defiance. I knew, inevitably, that he would win. "You jerk!" I gnashed my lips, losing my temper. "You can't do this to me!"

Randy wasn't the least ruffled by my insurgency. He merely used more strength to have me obey his command. The first drops of the liquid splattered my lips, then eventually found its way down my throat. "Good girl. That's it. Finish it."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" I was overpowered. The fluid went into me until the vial was empty. I had planned on only giving him half; the bastard forced me to drink the whole thing. Shame washed over me. I had been outwitted by an enemy agent, and even worse, made to drain that lie-preventing substance. I could no longer protect F.U.R.'s secrets. Randy's questions would have to be truthfully met.

Randy disposed of the vial, but maintained his position on top of me. My wrists were still captive of those large, doughty hands. He stared at me, waiting for the drug to enter my system.

"Who are you?" he asked after a lapse of time. "What organization do you represent?"

I searched the corridors of my mind for an alibi, but none came. It was as though all doors of escape were shut to me. I closed my eyes, obligated to furnish his requests with fact. When my eyes finally blinked open, I saw his ruggedly handsome face and his sexy eyes. It was an exercise in futility to defy him. I was compelled to tell him the truth. "I'm Vanessa Storm, an agent of F.U.R."

"What does F.U.R. stand for?"

"Female Undercover Ring."

He smiled. "A band of babes, eh? I like that. Makes me kind of horny, thinking they would send you to stop me from making my transactions. That was your assignment, was it not?"

I nodded, disabled from foiling his most damaging inquiry.

"You're incapable of lying to me?"

"I can't," I sighed, my big tits shifting beneath his massive chest, "even if I wanted."

"F.U.R. sure sent me the best of the lot. You're the hottest woman I've had in some while. Even that escort service couldn't find another to match my appetite." He ground his swollen dick into my damp center, satisfying an underlying urge both of us had.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I moaned. My clit tingled as that male rigidness smashed itself repeatedly, blocking my escape. He must have noticed my flinching, for he jammed it hard between my legs, then maintained heated friction. Shivers of unanticipated pleasure cancelled my fear as he ground his dick to great effect.

"You like when I do that?" he asked.

There was no chance of perpetuating deception. "Yes, I do. Ohhhhhhhhh."

"Did you enjoy having sex with me? It wasn't merely part of your job. I gave you pleasure, didn't I?"

I nodded, relating, "I loved every minute of it. I still do."

"Hmmmmmm," he mused, stroking me. His big thing lumbered. "The spy who lusted for me, eh?"

"Ooooooh!" I gasped, unable to ignore the waves of ecstasy he rendered. This was no ordinary man kneading my pussy with his big one; Randy was a sexual fantasy come to life. He not only anticipated my inner needs, but flared them. Being with him was a treat to the senses, a roller coaster of thrill. I couldn't get enough of him, and definitely showed it.

"What is F.U.R. planning to do to me?" He gouged more of his stiff cock to my quivering snatch. "Is my place under surveillance?"

I wished he didn't ask me that. "Yes," I had to confess.

"Am I about to be apprehended by the authorities?"

"Tonight would have been the climax to my investigation. You were going to be cross-examined after I administered the truth serum. I was going to make arrangements to have you apprehended."

"Kind of got your hands full now, don't you, baby?" he mentioned, massaging me with dick, making me woozy. "Or should I say, your pussy? Ahhhhhhhhh. It's a shame. I was getting to like you. I even thought about taking you with me on a trip after I completed negotiations. I guess all those plans have to be cancelled. You're going to have to join your buddies over at the compound."

I swallowed hard. "You have other F.U.R. agents imprisoned on the island?"

"I didn't know they were from F.U.R. I wasn't the one to grill them." He paused in his tormenting strokes. "None held a candle to your looks, baby. You're definitely the best they have." He divulged this with a serious mien. "I'm going to hate handing you over to them. I wish we could turn back the clock and start over."

His somber words had me humming with pleasure. Of course, neither of us wanted to be separated now that we had experienced several notches better than anything in our individual pasts. It was an unfortunate situation, being on two opposite sides of the law. Each of us were prevailed upon to do our jobs and execute our responsibilities to our differing organizations. We had to remain impartial to our feelings.

"Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned, affected by the strain of his rigid cock. It pressed so sweetly into my mound I couldn't conceal my excitement. I tried to shake the staggering heat. My pussy burned against his rub. I was enslaved to that magnificent body and all its masculine trappings.

He gripped my forcefully. "I wish there was someway I could recruit you for B.O.N.E. Maybe we could brainwash you so you could work for us, our cause." He worked his massive impression over my soaked panties, each grate emphasizing its size and power. My hips shook around him, my heels digging into the bed. "If you willingly submitted to mind-conditioning, it would simplify matters."

"No. I couldn't. Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

"There's got to be some way to keep your mouth shut. To obey the orders of B.O.N.E."

Tamed, I nodded. The fluttering in my groin increased, radiating to my nipples. They expanded beneath his brawny chest, through my tits. Sweat dampened it, making it cling to my undulating body. My defenses were rapidly collapsing. I was hot, feverish-and getting extremely horny.

"I don't want to surrender you to our interrogation unit, Vanessa," he gasped, peering down at my ravaged expression. "I want you stay with me. Does it matter that much to remain with F.U.R. when you could have all this splendor and me?"

I tried to brace myself from his intoxicating influence, but his bulging equipment continued its weakening massage. I filled my lungs with air and rolled my head from side to side, battling its delicious effect-but to no end. The warm, coercive irritation of his stiff cock exacted it toll.

"Ohhhhhhhh, oh, God! Uhhhhhhhh! Ugghhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I came, squeaking air as he bore down upon me. Cunt juice seeped from my swollen pussy lips, soaking my panties. I slammed my feet to the bed and clawed my fingers. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Reflexively, I pelted him with my climaxing cunt, gulping air as I convulsed. He stood his ground, molding himself to me, sustaining a furious closeness.

Even as the intensity of my contractions ebbed, I found myself remounting the steep incline of pleasure. I blinked into his determined hazel eyes and felt strong pulsations of lust.

"I can't abandon my cause," I confessed with a sigh. "Even if it means not having you."

"I don't accept that, baby. Not when it feels so fucking good." He worked his dick faster, urging me to cum again. "Why not make it easier on yourself and give in to it."

I curved my wrists, but his fists were steel bonds. As I ceased struggling, he brought the strenuous notch of his cock and heavy balls to my trembling pussy. My clit baked with hot juice, my pussy lips seared by the shape of his hard-on. No matter how I tried, the commotion agitated my love button.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I gasped, then was cut short by the drowning crest of orgasm. "Ohhhhhh! Ooooohhhhhh! Oh! Ohhh!" I swallowed hard, my breathing uneven as I was overcome by spasms. I peaked stronger than before, sharply expelling my breath. Gradually, my ass cheeks sank in sweet submission. Still he held his inflamed crotch to me with crushing force.

I appealed to his virile stare, but he was having none of it. His wedge of cock wriggled across my orgasm-ridden mound, cultivating that sensual tickle. His moist forehead dripped with sweat. He grunted sternly into my face.

He built me to a new frenzy. "It could be like this every night, every morning-throughout the day. Come on, Vanessa. I know it's a difficult choice, but follow the advice of your body. Go with sexual instinct." I could tell from his expression that he was being far too severe in his measures, but he couldn't stop himself. He was drawn to my supple flesh and the way I came in powerful, drenching waves. My response to his hard flesh was automatic and uncontrollable. Though he tried not to show it, my contractions flowed through him like electricity, keeping his cock up and throbbing. He'd silenced my protests by turning up the flame between my sexy legs. My panting expression and sopping cunt told him I would eventually cooperate. The ravages of orgasm had eroded my strong will-but to his own detriment. He was close to blowing in his shorts, feeling me cum. He barely managed to repress the urge. Peering into those hazel eyes and that clamped mouth, I saw that he was beyond the point of self-restraint needed to remove his thing from my delicate pubic area.

My red hair spilled over my fragile shoulders as I mildly fought. The rapid pounding of my heart vibrated through his chest, smothered by my big tits. The pinpoints of my aroused nipples made themselves known. As I came, I pushed my climaxing pussy to his bulging dick. My riddling seizure was vivid and affecting. He rubbed me hard, letting the protruding shape of his male equipment further wilt my resistance. He recognized the location of my clit as he ground himself into my lush pubic groove, lazily smashing the jutting vein of his cock's underside.

"God-you're going to make me cum again!"

"Oh, yeah," he grunted, taking pleasure in my torment. "I can see that. Go ahead, do it again." The twitch that traveled to his balls bombarded him. "We'll stay like this until I change your mind."

"Ohhhhhh!" I whimpered. "Arrgghhhhh! Argghhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Yeah! Cum! Cum!" Randy slammed his massive organ to my reactive one. I tilted my head, widening my lips into a distraught circle, and rocked my trapped hips wildly to his. His hard-on pressed into my pelting mound. Wetness from my pussy seeped through the thin material of my panties, smearing him with my cunt juice. The sway of my flesh and intense arousal eclipsed his sense of justice. He ached to sink himself into my warm, excited body. "You like that, don't you? You're in pretty bad shape. Horny for some real cock, huh? Uhhhhhhh. I'll bet my big dick would feel great in your pussy right now."

Weakly, I nodded. I was choked with desire. The atmosphere was dizzying. He leaned on his elbow, allowing me to yank his briefs over his muscular buttocks. Those silken shorts slid easily over his waist and flexed buns. When I seized his cock, a gasp tore from my lips. I loved how huge he was. He stretched spaciously in my grip. A pulse beat wildly in my throat as I massaged him.

"Hurry," he muttered as heat gathered in his loins. "Get me inside your pussy. I've got to get in there."

"Yes!" I was hoarse, discarding my panties with a kick. "I want to feel you, all of you, smashed in my cunt."

Randy took a glimpse of that fur covering between my sumptuous thighs and experienced a potent jump of lust. Depleted of self-discipline, he pulled me hungrily toward his man's body. "You will feel it all, baby," he muttered, then submerged his dick into my quivering cunt. "You're going to feel my whole fucking cock."

"Oh! Oh God!" I cried, overwhelmed by its shattering ecstasy. I was robbed of breath as he squeezed my ass cheeks and pushed himself deep in my warm snatch. Shaking, I opened myself wide to receive him. The silken fit of hard dick sliding high in my naked flesh made me sputter. "Ooooohhh! Oh, Randy. Jesus."

The tight walls of my pussy compressed his fat member, causing him to tremble. "Christ, you're like a drum." Still he eased himself into my moist, narrow channel. Once fully sheathed in my buttery warmth, he worked his cock. The heat and moisture of my snatch transfused his balls as his thick stem held to my engorged cunt lips. "Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!" He began running his club-shaped cock through my well-oiled love tunnel, huffing as he went. He passed through my cunt ring with satisfying, labored strokes. "Ahhhhhh! I've got to get you to switch sides. I need more of this. Much more. No woman has gotten me as hot as you do. You're the best piece of ass I've ever had. Ahhhhhhhhh."

I arched my back and tossed my hot pussy at him with resurgent force. I strained my buttocks from the bed to rise and meet his thrusting dick. The sound of solid cock slicing into squish ripped from our plastered groins, obliterating the air of contradiction.

"Ohhhh! Fuck me!" Randy rasped, filling my slot. "Grab my big thing with your wet snatch! Make yourself tighter, ahhhhhh!" He was lost plunging in my hot squish. "Feels good inside your cunt. Uhhhhh. I'm gonna cum so hard in your pussy, and so fucking much."

He thrust with abandon into my lubricated flesh, our bodies slapping. Not a word of spoken protest-only the short, frenzied gasps of pleasure. Encouraged, he seized me by the shoulders and pulled my sweet nakedness securely to himself. Our groins crushed, his dick embedded in my scalding pussy.

I suppose, at this juncture, he saw no reason to neglect that lust he had summoned. Pinned beneath him, getting nailed by that big cock, it wasn't as though I was going anywhere. Randy had his large, encompassing hands on my butt, if nothing else.

For a few seconds, he intensively stroked my sopping cunthole, letting his cock dwell in my pussy. "Doesn't it feel great, huh? Mmmmmm. I'm going to fuck you so good, and make you cum so hard!"

Consumed with fever, I hurled myself at his chest, exposing my nipples to that abundant wealth of hair. Rivulets of moisture clung to my nipples. Urgently, I pulled him onto me, branding him with their honed texture. Undulating, my swollen nuggets became entangled in his matting. Shivers of delight raced through my blistering flesh. Moaning, I wrapped my sleek legs about his muscled thighs. This totally submissive position enabled me to take his burrowing cock. I rubbed my eraser-thick nipples against his heavy growth of chest hair to produce lightning shocks to my system. He groaned as I skimmed them along the raspy grain of his torso. The feeling was so incredible I let out a wanton sigh.

Randy took command and pumped my hot, slippery cunt. His strokes were hard, masterful, possessing-making my fevered body acutely aware of his cock. "Ahhhhhhh, give me that pussy. Shove it toward my dick! Make it slick with your juice. Oh, yeah, baby, ahhhhhhhh! I like the way you fuck. You really know how to satisfy a man. Here, let me give you some back. Ahhhhhhh. Want more? I'll fuck you good and hard! When we're finished, you're going to do everything I say. You're going to submit to the brainwashing ordeal. You'll do it for me. You'll be tingling with pleasure, too satisfied to refuse." His voice dropped as he groaned, "Besides, it won't work unless you're completely consensual. You have to want it, baby. And I know you'll agree, as long as I give you more of this." He rammed himself into me, strong and sure. "Yeah. Ahhhhhhhh."

"I'm going to cum again!" I cried, sweat oozing from my face as he buried himself to the hilt.

My soaked cunt lips tightened around his dick, then violent spasms drove my body. He clutched me, enjoying the battering charge of my contractions, pulling and tugging at his excited cock.

"See how good that feels when my dick goes into your pussy," he grunted, proud of his male equipment. He noticed his own ragged breath and the phenomenon in his groin at its apex. "Christ, I'm going to shoot-"

"Ooooohhh, fire when ready!"

He could not delay his orgasm another second. Plunging deeply into my nectar-rich cuntal membranes, he spurted. "Uugghhh! Ugghhhhh!"

He heaved deliriously into my gelatinous center, ridding himself of his balls' liquid content. Volcanic seed poured into my absorbent pussy, his burst was dense and plentiful.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I closed my eyes and experienced yet another orgasm. He felt my pussy wringing his trunk, taking advantage of that last twist of necessary hardness.

He grinned, letting me savor his cock. "Yeah, that is good, huh? Go on. Ahhhhhhh, it's all yours. Squeeze it, take it."

I was shaking. I think the truth serum helped me recognize the strength of my desire for him. Even my body did not have the capacity to lie: Randy had tweaked it with pleasure.

He rolled off me, intensely gratified. "I think that just demonstrated how much we need each other. That was fucking great." He took his semi-hard cock in his fist and pumped it. "Jesus. I'm still shaking from it. You're incredible, baby. There's nothing like getting some pussy from one of F.U.R.'s top agents."

I trembled, rotating my palms over my highly sensitive nipples. After having that enormous cock crammed between my legs, I endured a throbbing vacancy. I wanted it back, where it belonged.

Randy let go of his dick, then snatched up the phone. His grin of confidence informed me he was going along with his disclosed plan. A sequence of numbers was punched. I studied his virile profile as he awaited his party on the other end of the line.

"Have the limo here in ten minutes. We're going to the compound-me and my little guest."

I started to panic. If I did nothing, Randy would deliver me in the hands of enemy forces, who would put me through a mind-altering process. I could not undergo such a procedure-even if it meant never having Randy again. Deserting my country was not within my will.

Beside the bed was my bag. I fished for my stun-vibrator. Time was of the essence for retaliation-before Randy's driver arrived.

My reflexes were still sharp. I hit the switch and brought the weapon up into view. Randy saw it coming, yet did not identify it as a threat.

"So, you want a little more fun before we have company?" he mused. "You've got an appetite like mine: enough is never enough."

"How true."

I lashed out with the stun-vibrator, touching his chest. His handsome face instantly twisted with pain. "Uhhhhhhh! You bitch-" he yelled as the fragmenting jolts entered his body. He thrashed about, shocked into unconsciousness.

I had to be careful that those long, strapping arms didn't graze me while I administered the voltage. I fed him a dose that would put him out for an hour.

Randy didn't totally succumb. Although he was definitely affected by the stun-vibrator, he wasn't entirely asleep. The purpose of the contraption-which was deceptively designed as a sexual device-was to deliver ample voltage to knock out an aggressive foe. I had shored up enough electrical energy to drop a horse-or so I thought. He fought its sapping impact, shifting aimlessly across the bed. I attributed his ability to withstand the shock to a powerful constitution. Randy's hulking figure had probably encountered worse in his travails with B.O.N.E. A man of lesser brawn could not have that ability. He rolled about, muttering unintelligible things, clutching his stomach, gasping for air. The pain that seared through him robbed him of all awareness. Undoubtedly, that rebellious core of his struggled to overcome the electrical blow to his system. I wasn't so concerned he was still conscious; the important thing was that I rendered him harmless to me.

"Sorry, baby," I stated to his restless body, "but we're going to have to cancel our date. I don't think I care to be brainwashed."

I took out a pair of handcuffs from my bag. Restraining Randy was of necessity. I couldn't risk his swift recovery from the jolt I gave him. He was much easier to handle in the shape he was he presently in. I slipped on the cuffs, threading them through the solid oak grills of the headboard.

I dipped back into my bag and retrieved my Watchman, then activated the secret switch. I had to contact F.U.R. headquarters and apprise them of recent events. The image of Julianna, that Jamaican of model quality, became visible on my screen.

"Vanessa, what's happened?" she asked, startled to see my disheveled state.

"I ran into a little snag," I relayed. "Randy caught me trying to slip him the truth serum. He made me take it, and he now knows of our plan."

"Jesus. Should I send help?"

"That would probably be a good idea. I don't know how long I can handle Randy. He's going to be hostile when he awakes."

"Did you stun him?"

"I didn't have any choice. He was about to take me to B.O.N.E. headquarters and have me brainwashed."

"Maybe we ought to let them lead us there. We could do a blanket arrest."

"Bring plenty of stun-vibrators. These guys are something else."

"Will do."

I had just signed off when I heard the crack of wood behind me. Before my brain had time to register, Randy hurled his chained arms down around me. Growling, he tightened his hold.

"Oh, no!" I gasped, numb with panic at the sight of his manacled wrists. Oh, my God! The charge I gave him had worn off. He was every bit as powerful as before. I tried to reclaim my stun-vibrator, but it wasn't within reach. I had foolishly dropped it back into my bag.

"Get the key!" he barked tersely, immune to my violent trembling.

"No," I said, fighting back my fear. I refused to obey him, even as his prisoner. It was useless to struggle. Pinned against Randy's wall of muscle, winded from the strength he wielded, there was no avenue of escape.

"Bitch," he growled through clenched teeth. "Thought you put me out of commission. It takes a lot more than an electric shock to stop B.O.N.E." Those bulging biceps were nearly crushing. "You're going to get these fucking handcuffs off me-or I'm going to have to hurt you."

I realized he had no intention of releasing me until I fetched them. His muscled arms stayed locked. I moaned against their powerful swell. His man's body was wet from the heat and exertions required to break through that slat. Foolishly, I had underestimated his male strength and ability to defeat the crippling effect of the stun-vibrator.

I dragged air out of my lungs, nearing hyperventilation. My confidence fractured, I felt all too vulnerable naked in his embrace. With our unclothed flesh rocking together, I was reminded that just a short while before, his cock had been hard and getting me off. The fucking had been so satisfying, it was difficult to imagine anything else.

Randy's appetite had deserted him. He was angry and demanded to be freed. "Come on-we're getting that key."

Using force, he lugged me over to the other side of the bed. "It's in there, isn't it?" he gestured to my bag.

Movement was hindered by the awkward position fate had imposed. We stumbled, our legs competently functioning. Every step they took, however, rubbed our skin heatedly.

My clit tingled. It wasn't amazing sex had intruded on my stricken thoughts. The thud of his flaccid equipment on my ass had much to do with it. I kept thinking about how great it felt ramming into me while erect. His cock had gone high into my pussy, giving me the satisfaction I'd yearned. Ohhhhhhhh, Randy was such a good fuck.

Randy reminded me with a jab of muscle that I was his prisoner. Because my arms were clipped, I could do little more than allow myself to be dragged. I outwardly refused to cooperate. If I sped his freedom, I would only succeed in shortening my own.

Randy did not seem to care that I wasn't shuffling along with him. He possessed enough strength to hurl me across the room, should the whim suit him. That didn't stop me from making my self as cumbersome as possible. I was silently combative, praying my reinforcements from F.U.R. would arrive at any moment.

"I should never have trusted you," he growled. "I can't believe how pathetically stupid I was."

"We all make mistakes," I snipped.

"Yeah, but you're going to be sorry for making yours-I'll see to that. Get that goddamn key, baby, and maybe I'll go easy."

I made an equivalently ugly face. "Eat shit."

"Tough talk isn't going to bail you out. Your ass is mine when I get these fuckers off."

'They'll rust on you before I give any help."

"Fine. We'll both kneel."

T won't!"

"Do it!" he ordered.

I shuddered. I had never heard such a dangerous tone. He crushed me to his naked wall of sinew. From the size of Randy's admirable biceps, I was hardly in the bargaining position.

I forced my knees to comply. My nude buttocks pressed against his deflated cock. My back was flattened to the muscular contours of his furry chest. I bowed forward. Instantly, his arms tightened around my tits and arms. I began to sweat, the wetness dripping into my cleavage and across my nipples.

"Come on!"

"I'm trying," I insisted, though my attempt wasn't sincere.

We had worked ourselves downward when I slipped and landed painfully on my knees in a wounded cry. Randy lost his balance as well and fell behind me. As he plunged, instinct took over and he threw his legs under him. I landed on his lap, draping my silken thighs over his hairy ones.

"Ohhhhhh," I murmured. We were hugging, naked. It was just like when we were fucking. It amazed me that despite his militant behavior, I continually drifted back to our heated session. Randy was a very attractive man. "Ohhhhhhh."

Randy frowned at my whimper. He conserved his crustiness with the intention of freeing himself. "Did it on purpose, didn't you?" he growled, his tone empty of the tenderness I'd once gotten.

I remembered when the stun-vibrator had once been turned on me, there had been a side effect. While it was a notable little invention in rendering people unconscious, it also happened to heighten their sexual awareness. When shocked with it, I woke up in one of the horniest swelters ever. I invited two male guards to fuck me until I came several times before I could shake that disturbance to my stimulus. An insatiable itch plagued my pussy the-likes of which I had never endured.

When Randy felt my tits, soft and bulging beneath his grip, I received the impression the stun-vibrator's post-influence had begun. Tremors of desire seemed to overrule his emotions.

This was the very ruse I needed to buy additional time. Julianna would be breaking down the door with F.U.R. agents relatively soon. I had to distract him anyway I could; my prime distraction happened to be sex.

"Oh, Randy," I sighed, reaching between his legs. His cock was semi-erect, smelling faint of my juices. I pumped him with my fist, making him burgeon to full size. "Yes, I want you hard-big and hard-like before."

"We don't have time, baby," he grumbled, though without conviction. I seductively wriggled against him. I made myself too delicious a piece to ignore. I had driven him out of his mind with that hot pussy of mine. I made him recall its satiny fit, the way it stroked his dick.

I watched his cock come to a stand. "Ohhhhh." My gasp was genuine. I knew my mewing was originally by design, but I couldn't get over how huge that thing of his was, and how great it felt when it spoke to my body.

Randy let out a groan as I masturbated him. My velvety touch seduced him. He got big, throbbing around my coiled fingers.

"Damn you," he muttered, "I'm going to have to do you."

Shaking with desire, I gravitated his bulbous cockhead to my soaked cunt lips. Dampness dripped from my slit, greeting his hard dick. With one hand directing his shaft and the other petting his balls, I inserted him in my pussy. Randy's huge thing slithered up my snatch in a hungry yawn.

"Ohhhhh!" I gritted my teeth, seduced by its crush. "Ohhh! Yes! Oh, yes, Randy! Mmmmm!"

I jerked my hips, letting him move in and out. I trailed the protruding vein of his cock's underside, feeling its strong pulse. I moaned, working his dick into my body. He had such a nice, big one to massage my sodden cunt. God, I could literally fuck this man for hours, he really turned me on!

Randy's mighty hold diminished. Loosening the curtailing pressure around my arms, he brought his hands up to my mouth. He groaned at the hot grab of my pussy. He exhaled deeply as my snatch covered his shaft and swallowed him whole. "Does that feel good, huh? You like that? I see how much you do." He jerked his hips, forcing cock into my cunt. "Why did you have to resist me before? Why can't you admit you want me always? Let me brainwash you, baby. Let me make you mine forever. Come on, fuck me, babe. Fuck my meat, uhhhh, uhhhhh!"

I saw the metal cuffs binding his wrists-as well as the curling tufts of hair that encircled them. I sank with a shivering groan on his hard cock, letting its thickness split my squishy core. Humping his dick in writhing splendor, I made the handcuffs clink. Ohhhhhhh! His huge member burned like a hot, steel rod inside me. "Give it to me!" I rasped. "Give it to me!"

In a frenzy, I took his thumb into my mouth and sucked it. I felt him shudder as I nibbled it. His mounting tremors were an outgrowth of their raging excitement. My tongue lapped at his other fingers to indicate my fascination included this part of him.

"Mmmmmmm," I trembled around his cock. I lapped his thumb, then went down on it. Simulating a blow job, I knew I was intensifying Randy's pleasure. I flicked and sucked, making it look as though I was blowing him. Meanwhile, I ground my pussy to his thick trunk, stretching myself wide to receive him. "Oh, Christ. Ohhhhhhhhhh. You're so fucking thick, baby. So wide. Ohhhhhhhhhh." His balls were smashed up against my ass as he went into my pussy's furthest reaches. "Yeah. Go deep. Ohhhhhhhh."

Randy took huge gulps of air as my lush ass dropped and lifted on his cock. He seemed to love fucking in this position-it made my cunt feel all the more tight. "Ahhhhh! Oh, baby. Ahhhhhhh!" I'm sure he felt me blow air from my diaphragm as I jammed myself full of cock. "Want more? Here it comes, baby," he murmured into my ear, sliding that monster into place. He reared back, then sliced his dick through juicy tissue. I moaned loudly, shivering violently.

"Fuck me!" I ordered. "Fuck me as hard as you can! Fuck me with your big dick!"

"Gonna pop my nut, babe," he said hoarsely. "Gonna juice your pussy. You want it, baby?" He pumped my harder. "You want it, baby?" His strong arms were more tenacious. .

"Yes!" I cried. "Oh, yes! Ohhhhhh! Cum in me! Cream me! Oh, God."

Randy choked. "You're gonna get it, all right. It's all yours. Ugghhh, here, ugh! Ughhhhhhhh!"

I yanked his cock from my cunt. I caressed its length as he convulsed against my perspiring flesh. Hot cum spurted, gushing onto my heaving stomach and furry bush.

"It's so warm, so thick!" I whimpered, scooping it with my fingers and smearing it on my swollen clit. I rubbed myself into a furor. His slimy substance made me tingle. I focused on his intense expression just before cumming. It had made me horny, feeling that power of 'making a man cum like that, milking his balls of their gooey content. My fingers became more frantic, seeking the core of my heat. I wanted to recapture that peek of total excitement.

Randy, shuddering with orgasm, felt my heavy contractions and heard me noisily jiggle my love button.

"Ohhhhh!" I screamed. "Oh, yes!"

I twitched savagely, cumming harder than I ever had. My pussy bore down, grinding heatedly against his lap. My climax was so stirring that Randy's dick quickly stiffened again.

"Baby, baby, so good, mmmmmmmmmmm."

"Oh, God," I moaned, undulating on Randy's lap. His cock, buried deep in my pussy, was slippery from my hot juices. Jesus, he was so huge.

I cupped his powerful hands, then swung my big tits into their grasp. Craning my head, I saw ecstasy snarl his handsome features. I smoothed over those large paws of his, noticing that he scarcely flinched from the diversion. He passionately enclosed me with those binding arms, guiding my slick descent on his dick. My cunt lips split apart to swallow his heavy shaft.

"Ohhhhhhhh," I sighed. I reached under my writhing buttocks. His balls were swollen with hot cum. How could any man be this resurgent? I wondered. I had sucked him off, then fucked him and fucked him-yet he had plenty left.

My thoughts were stalled by the hunk of meat that entered my pussy. Randy pushed me down so that the entire length was immersed in my juicy twat. Jesus! I saw stars once again. I swore he was the largest of all the men that had fucked me!

I held his cum-swollen balls, applying my feather-soft touch. I heard Randy groan and stiffen, allowing me to sink luxuriantly on his hard cock.

"Oh, yes!" I rhapsodized. Raising and dropping my ass, I panted at the faint thump of groins. His balls slapped to my aroused flesh. I greased his shaft with cunt juice. "Oh, baby, you feel so good in my wet pussy! Ohhhhhhhh. You really know how to get me off big time!"

Randy let me pant on his male equipment, his eyes glazed with ecstasy. He reached up and took my tits in his hands, tweaking my erect nipples. I cried out, responding to the abrupt sensation.

"I love your tits. They're full, soft, more than enough to handle." He plied them gently, reveling in their bounciness.

I purred at his explorative touch. "I like that."

Grinning, he fondled and stroked my hefty mammaries. My thighs flexed to meet his grope. He couldn't keep his hands off them. They were all his to do with as he wished. Now that we were locked together, he aimed to take complete advantage of his situation.

Fever-bright, very wide and glazed with sensuality, my eyes stared at his intense face. He had to continue. We both knew that. He had to go on and on, carrying me to the edge of splendor and over. His hands cupped and kneaded and crushed. Had he tried to stop now, I would have begged in a tormented state of mind of sheer need.

He was aware of the sweet agony in my brain. He could read it in my flaring, misting eyes, hear it in my panting breaths and low moans, feel it in the imperative thrust of my hips. My cunt came down on his cock with gratifying force. My cunt lips sucked heavily at his cock, pulling it deeply in its wet hug.

"I want you, Vanessa," he groaned. "I want you so much. Please, give this assignment up, abandon your cause and join mine. I'll make you happy."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh."

Just as I spent, I saw Julianna, my rescuer from F.U.R., enter the room. She must have thought Randy was choking me, seeing his manacled arms wrapped about my throat. Quickly, she sprang to my defense.

Whack! Julianna brought down the butt of the gun on Randy's forehead. He groaned with the impact, then slumped into unconsciousness.

"God-was he hurting you?" Julianna asked.

I smiled. "Yes. It was kind of fun."

She shook her head. "I should have guessed. There are two more agents out front. We're holding the limousine driver at gun point."

"Good. It's time to invade B.O.N.E. territory."

Julianna gestured at Randy's inert form. "What should we do with him?"

"Handcuffing him doesn't always work. Maybe we'd better drag him into the closet and lock him in there until the others arrive."

Randy's weight challenged Julianna and me. We somehow managed to move him. "This has. been some night for you," she said, tossing me a wink. "This guy looks like a real stud."

"He's even better than he looks," I said, winking back. My pussy ached as proof-but there wasn't time to relate those kinds of details. We had to act quickly and make as few mistakes as possible.

The showdown between B.O.N.E. and F.U.R. was about to begin!

CHAPTER FIVE

"Do you think I'm out of my fucking nut?" The limousine driver regarded us with visible contempt. "There's no way I'm taking you girls to the main building. They'd kill me."

My lips curved. B.O.N.E. had a knack for hiring some pretty hunky guys. The driver was no exception. Tall, blond, lean and heavily muscled, he got my appetite going. If Randy hadn't just satisfied me, I probably would have jumped on top of him. One wouldn't think him a limousine driver, not in that tight T-shirt and pair of shorts. Of course, on this island, comfortable wear was encouraged. "What makes you think the same won't happen here?" I commented in a sassy tone.

"I'd like to see you try, doll."

Julianna, recognizing the emergence of my erotic spirit, initiated her style. "We'll make it worth your while, honey. You won't be sorry."

Contemplating her in that low-cut blouse, with her tits practically hanging out, and skimpy shorts, Julianna's invitation had to be received with a thinly concealed throb. I had to take my eyes from those slim, tanned thighs of hers and retreat from the horny mode to which my mind descended. I could easily picture those gorgeous legs wrapped around my head; I also conceive of them snaring this guy.

"You girls may be hot, but I don't relish getting my head bashed by B.O.N.E. They can be mean mother-fuckers when they put their minds to it."

I giggled. "Obviously, you're not acquainted with F.U.R."

"Yeah," he muttered, gesturing to the house. "I heard what you did to Randy in there."

I shrugged, impartial. "Last I saw, he was having pleasant dreams."

Two other F.U.R. agents were dispatched to patrol the closet door in the event Randy awoke with equal hostility as we'd previously witnessed. Julianna contacted headquarters and requested additional backup; she anticipated major resistance.

Right now, Angel and Lucee manned the fort. I trusted they wouldn't lower their guard as I did. There was something, however, rather delicious about imagining Randy attempting to take them on.

The guy crossed his arms, refusing to budge. "You can shoot me, but I won't take you there.

My ass is grass if I do. B.O.N.E. doesn't accept betrayal lightly."

Julianna smirked. "What's your name?"

He was taken aback by the question. "Why do you want to know?"

"I never heard a man decline from answering that question from a woman," she teased.

"You two aren't ordinary, that's for sure," he mentioned, checking out my tits. "I'm Doug."

"Mmmmmmm," Julianna purred, caressing his arm. "It goes well with your set of rugged looks." In a husky voice, she said, "Get in, honey. Vanessa and I want to take you for a ride." She bumped him with her hips to indicate the front seat of the limo.

Doug groaned. Julianna must have set off a shower of tingles that made him comply with that simple request.

I moved in the seat beside him, while Julianna slid in back. We were both on him, hot and ready. It was our perception that you get more mileage out of pussy than you do from sheer force-at least, that was the principle taught us at F.U.R.

I pressed my thigh to his. "There's no reason we can't make this enjoyable." I punctuated my remark by stroking his biceps. Doug definitely belonged to a fitness program, as evidenced by the size of his muscles.

Julianna, not to be outclassed, massaged his shoulders from the behind. "Why don't you climb back here, baby, and let us work on you?" Her breath brushed against his ear like silk.

Doug trembled. Thoughts that shouldn't be going through his head obviously did. "I don't think we'd better start anything. If B.O.N.E. found out-"

"Don't worry, stud," Julianna whispered. "We won't tell.. .it'll be our secret."

I saw that Julianna was receiving far too much of Doug's attention. She dipped her hand inside his T-shirt and began stroking his chest, weaving her fingers through the thick mass of hair. "She doesn't suck cock as good as I do. You'll never feel anything so good as my mouth wrapped around you, my tongue flickering at your head."

Doug swallowed roughly. "Jesus. You girls want it right here, in front of Randy's place?"

Against his ability to remain impassive, his nipples inescapably stiffened beneath Julianna's feathery touch. Hot impulses were fed from her curious fingertips. His Adam's apple rippled as she explored the development of his chest, weaving over his stomach. He shuddered as her other hand slithered into his shorts to cup his balls.

"God," he muttered under his breath.

"You're getting hard," I said, noticing his cock taking form. It grew at Julianna's expert persistence. "Let's see how big you are." I reached for the rim of his shorts and tugged.

"Don't," Doug gasped, unable to summon the strength to seize my wrist and make me stop. A sense of loyalty toward B.O.N.E. prevailed. He was reluctant to go further, but couldn't seem to gather the courage to communicate it.

"Come on, baby. You've got to give us what we need," Julianna said. "You can't leave us frustrated." She petted his balls. "Have you ever satisfied two women at once? Have you got enough for us to share? Hmmmmm?"

The swirl of her fingertips launched a surge of lust that defeated him. He wasn't of the frame to ignore the demands of his body-nor our mounting desire for him. His shorts tightened around his cock. Jesus, it was growing, filling the entire front.

I sobbed with delight as she brought him to full erectness. "Look, Julianna, he's enormous," I said. "He's got more than a mouthful. Oh, baby, I'm going to suck you good. It'll be the best you ever had."

Doug clenched his fists. "Do you think this is going to make me do your bidding? Do you think you can enslave me with a little sex?"

"You know you can't resist us, Doug. You want Julianna and me. I can see it by your stiff cock. The thought of us touching you, fucking your brains out is more than you can stand. You want it."

I was narrowing his decision. I stroked him in my fist, making his cock even harder and bigger. He sank back into his seat, giving in to me. There was no way of removing my hand, of ending the hot tingling that raced up his groin as I manipulated him.

"That's it, baby," I said, "that feels good. You don't want me to stop, you want me to do this. I'll make it even better." I got down on the floor, assuming a comfortable position between his legs. I met no resistance as I pulled his thighs apart. Doug was in no condition to deny me. I squeezed him with my fist. His shaft got all the more stiff, beating wildly as I tightened my grip.

He looked down at me, speechless. My sensual lips were right above his cock. I made sure he watched me take him into my mouth. I wanted to show him how. F.U.R. did it. My dramatic ability totally aroused him. I bared a hot look. My eyes flicked up to tell him I knew what I was doing was naughty, but couldn't help myself. He saw my flash of tongue, then an agonizing sweetness as I dabbed. The very graze of saliva inflamed his senses.

"Christ," he exhaled roughly. He looked as though he was caught between surrender and counterstrike. His tremors were telling.

"This is no fantasy, stud," Julianna purred. "It's really happening. Those lips covering the head of your cock are real. Everything about us is real-and we want to show you."

The silkiness of my breath on his balls was meant to send a ripple of excitement racing through his body. I started sucking on it.

"Ahhhhhhhhh." Doug's head tilted back, his features contorted. His wish to see his dick disappear between my hot, gobbling lips was interrupted by an unexpected shudder of joy. I thought of the enemy spies I had taken into my mouth. I had sucked some of the biggest cocks-including Randy's. I'm sure Doug never fancied receiving that same lustful treatment. The focus of my overpowering appetite, Doug could only let his mind drift with each slurp, each tickle I dispensed-and let it serve as confirmation this was not a dream.

"Yeah," he muttered, luxuriating in the confines of my sucking furnace. The slant of his features seemed to imply: "Okay, baby, if you insist on blowing me, then by all means you're going to get a mouthful of cum."

Julianna wasn't about to sit in the back and permit me to solely enjoy our stud. When Doug rested his head on the seat, giving me what I wanted, Julianna spotted an opportunity to obtain her fair share. She continued to massage Doug's broad shoulders, exploring his flesh with exhilaration. Her firm fingertips wove into firm muscle. Julianna adored toned bodies, appreciating the powerful thrill they provided.

Doug appeared to bask in his rubdown, but she wasn't content exhibiting her skills as a masseuse. She got as close to his face as possible and viewed his unfolding joy. I was sucking his cock with unstoppable fury. His flinch, accompanied by his balled fists, informed me of his current enjoyment.

Julianna panted at the size of Doug's dick. He was the very illustration of the man she wanted as a partner. Fucking someone of the opposite side excited Julianna-particularly when she knew she could single-handedly bring them to heel. Turning on men in return of information, or compliance, furnished a superior thrill.

Doug, I was happy to see, was transformed. He no longer exhibited a will of his own. He was driven by lust, by the smoldering ideas we planted. Receiving pleasure was of primary concern.

"Suck it," Doug groaned, sweat pouring down his face. "Yeah, swallow me, get your mouth all around it. Take me whole. Go deep, yeah, rub it with your tongue. Suck my dick, baby, bury it in your face."

"Mmmmmm," I sobbed, making slobbering sounds as I blew him. I eagerly devoured his shaft, my lips expanding to accommodate his throbbing bulk. My fingertips brushed his balls delicately, twisting through the pubes. When I finished playing with them, I gathered his balls in my hands and pulled his entire cock toward my mouth. It was then that I would take down the entire thing in a single gulp.

"Jesus," Doug responded, rolling his head from side to side. He could scarcely contain the blazing lust that raged through his body.

Julianna's lips curved. She liked that he was so helpless in our seductive clutches. She was also drawn to his innocence. I could tell this because we worked on several missions together and this facet of her character invariably surfaced. It wasn't Doug's idea to have sex-it was ours. He was merely providing us with what we needed to get off.

She let out her tongue and licked the base of his neck. Salt oozed from his flesh. "You taste like a man. Mmmmmmm." She attached her mouth and sucked lightly.

"God!" Doug clenched his teeth. I'm sure the last thing he craved was a hickey, but as he tried to make her stop, a tingling rush engulfed him. I knew, from the curving of his pupils into the whites of his eyes, that he was in ecstasy. A man's mood is easy to decipher. Julianna's suction, compounded by the swirling force that I exerted, were too intoxicating to reject. He was trapped between my fierce, sucking lips, making the skin of his cock ache as they descended upon him. Saliva streamed down his shaft as I mouthed him. His groin became damp from the oral onslaught. He trembled as my tits banged against the insides of his thighs-boobs that teased and excited him. "Oh, fuck, that really feels good."

"Of course it does. Sucking dick is what I do best. Why do you think I'm doing this? I'm an oral person. I love having cock in my mouth. I love putting my lips all over it. It's something I do extremely well." I lowered my head and got my mouth around his cock. In seconds, I swallowed him whole.

Julianna fondled the contours of his chest with breathless approval. Doug was well-conditioned-apparently, he took pride in exercise. That examination seemed to make her horny.

Her pussy was obviously wet from handling him. Julianna's clit was known to pulsate, ready to feel the stroke of a cock. The temptation to climb over the seat and sit on him had to be powerful. The desire to fuck Doug was written all over her face. She conspicuously had an eye for Doug's hard dick and wanted it sinking into her cunt.

Julianna slipped off her panties, gasping as her pussy lips caught the damp material. "You've really got me going, baby. I'm so wet, I could slide right down on that thing."

Doug elevated himself from his seat: first to meet my receptive mouth, then to respond to the sucks it gave. He reached for the back of the seat for support, shaking. We girls had fed him entirely too much stimulation. He looked ready to explode.

"Mmmmmm," I whimpered, cramming my mouth with cock. "Mmmmm."

Julianna soothed him with her hands. "Relax, baby. Sit back and enjoy."

"Jesus Christ," Doug gulped, trying desperately to thwart the luscious sensations that engulfed him. He wasn't equipped to manage the warring band that converged. It was defeating him-as was our plan.

Julianna took her panties and brought them to Doug's face. "Want me to prove how much you turn me on, baby? Smell how damp these are."

Doug gasped as she shoved them under his nose. The scent of her honeyed cunt drifted from the garment. He let it envelope him as I slobbered his cock. He couldn't move-couldn't think-and only wanted to remain where he was, inside my mouth.

Julianna was aroused by Doug's reaction. His facial lines were tense, underscored with desire. She paid particular attention to his mouth. His twitching lips fed her naughty ideas. Her sexy smirk told me the whole story.

"You look like you're getting a bit dry, cowboy," she remarked. "Why not pucker up on something juicy?"

Doug wasn't quite sure what she meant until she scaled the seat. He glided back at her undulating persistence until he was laying supine.

My head still bobbed between his legs, but Julianna-God, Julianna was climbing over his face!

Oh, well. We were in a limo, with ample room for this kind of mindless fun.

"What the fuck," he started, but was silenced when Julianna's sopping cunt lips covered his mouth.

"Eat me, baby, suck my pussy," she ordered.

Her sweet juices ran down his tongue and were gulped. I knew she tasted as good as she looked-I'd had her once and let it go on record, she is a sumptuous treat. Doug couldn't deny her some satisfaction, especially since we girls had been working on him from the moment we entered the limo. He pushed up into her crevice with a steady wiggle.

Julianna's hips jerked forward, then back. She accepted those furtive licks with a joyful cry. "Yes, deeper, suck me deep and nibble on my clit."

Doug wasn't to forget that hard dot of flesh throbbing against his tongue. Julianna just oozed into his mouth, passion seeping from her pores. She was hot. He did the best he could to please her. The sound of her moans filled the limo. The sway of her hips and the whipping of her dark hair told he was doing a good job.

"Mmmmmmmm," he mumbled, eating pussy.

"Ohhhhhh, you sure know what you're doing, baby. Ohhhhh, eat me, lick my cunt, suck on my pussy."

I was getting too horny listening to Julianna carry on as she did. Blowing Doug no longer provided complete satisfaction. Now that I had him stiff, I planned on doing something mutually gratifying.

My panties came off like a whisper. I shivered as they slithered down my thighs. I didn't take my eyes off of Doug's cock for an instant. My heart pounded in anticipation of mounting his lap.

Doug felt my weight shift on him. He removed his mouth temporarily from Julianna's cunt, woozy from its fragrant torrent, only to see me straddling him. I lifted my ass in preparation of impaling myself.

"You chicks don't know when to stop," he muttered before he felt my wet pussy lips encase his bulbous head. As they worked their way down, his features twisted with ecstasy.

"That's it, baby," I moaned, letting that monster cock split me open. "You're going right into my cunt. Ohhhhhhhh. Let's fit you all in there. Ohhhhhhh."

"Christ," he muttered, as I smashed his stiff member into my squishy opening. "Yeah, oh, yeah, baby, bring that snatch all the way down to my balls. Let me fill you with cock. Take the whole fucking thing. You wanted it, baby-here it comes, special delivery."

I arched my spine. "Ohhhhhhh, oh baby, that feels so good. Do all you guys from B.O.N.E. have big ones? It must be a prerequisite."

I rose and fell on Doug's lap, impaling myself on his rigid dick. It bulged from my pussy as I reared back, revealing his thick stem as it emerged. My pink rim squeezed that juicy shaft before plunging him back into my moist heat.

"Oh, fuck," Doug clenched his teeth. "Yeah, fuck me, baby, fuck me good."

Julianna grabbed his head and brought his mouth back into her cunt. "Come on, cowboy, eat it, suck that pussy, lick me. Yes, oh, yes, get your tongue all over it. Make me juicy with those long, probing licks. I want more of your pussy love. Ohhhhhh. A whole lot more."

He let out his tongue and gave it to her just as entreated. "Mmmmmm." He dove into the sluiced hole, sucking the juices that gushed. He excited her with his limber tip, making it sink through the narrow channel. After fucking her for several luxurious moments with his tongue, he reduced his fervor to listen to her cries.

Julianna had ideas of her own. She slid her hands into Doug's T-shirt and wove her fingers through his dense matting. After a few delicious seconds, she located his nipples. As she caressed them, he jerked in his seat.

"God," he muttered.

"Feels good?" she teased.

"Yeah, it did," he admitted. "Too good, in fact. "I thought only chicks reacted to having their nipples played with."

"Men like, it too, but some are afraid to express that inclination."

Doug didn't want further conversation. It was difficult to talk while fucking. Besides, Julianna wanted more licking. He resumed eating her, filling his hands with her buttocks and steering her to his face. He did manage to sneak a glance upward and saw Julianna's massive tits hanging. She was really stacked. They just bounced and shifted as she writhed on top of his face.

"I feel like cumming," he gasped, almost delirious.

"Do it, baby," Julianna panted, riding his face. "Don't hold back."

I could tell he was calling upon his staying power to keep his equipment operating. He probably didn't think it would be cool if he shot his load before we had a chance to get off.

The windows of the limo were getting steamed up. The action became intense and showed signs of concluding. I rocked myself to distraction on top of Doug, giving him the trip of his life. Julianna was kept excited by his far-reaching slurps.

Doug, however, felt compelled to satisfy us before he erupted. Call it masculine pride, or simply good manners, but this was a man who wanted his women to get the most out of him.

"Don't stop, baby," Julianna sobbed. "Keep doing that, faster, more. Oh, yes, lick me deep, eat my pussy, ohhhhhhhhhhh-"

"It's so fucking hard," I sobbed, jamming all the dick I could in my snatch. "Ohhhhhhh, it's giving me so much pleasure. Ohhhhhhhh, oh, baby, you're going to make me cum. I'm so close, so close."

Doug braced himself as I worked my hips, making his shaft slippery with juice. My pussy gripped him so tightly he groaned. "Fuck it, baby. Let it fuck you, let it make you cum like never before. It wants to make you happy."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I whimpered, my eyes rolling up in their sockets. My nipples bulged as I reared back, absorbing the flurry of sensations that assaulted me. "Oh, yes, oh, baby. I love sitting on it. I love humping your big cock. Ohhhhhhhh."

Doug watched me spasm. It was so hot, he also creamed in my pussy. I'm sure my looking flushed and extreme, with my mouth dropped open and my vibrating so roughly on his lap, he might have thought I was about to fly off him. I remained rooted to his cock, but shuddered.

Julianna contracted above his mouth seconds later. His perfectly aimed licks at her clit sent her over the edge. "Oh, my God, oh, you sweet baby, that was so good, ohhhhhhhhh."

We collapsed against each other, heaving our tits and tongues. Doug observed us heatedly. He seemed to like seeing two chicks together-sucking nipples, squeezing boobs or kissing.

His surveillance didn't last. He felt my cunt tighten around his cock with enough passion to make him cum. He grunted as he spurted hot jism into my fevered pussy.

"Ugghhh, ugghhhh," he groaned, discharging himself between my hot, receptive legs.

Doug was totally numb. He was resistant to move, possibly feeling that doing so would shatter the illusion. Part of him must have judged what occurred in his limo was pure fantasy and that any attempt to reconcile it would be an error.

He kept his eyes closed, aware of his hoarseness. Orgasm had taken the wind from him. He lay still while our female flesh nuzzling him stirred.

"Mmmmmmm, that was great, baby," Julianna whispered in his ear while nibbling on his lobe. "Now be a good boy and drive us to your place. We want to go to B.O.N.E."

Our seduction paid off. Doug was in no shape to spurn us. His mind was much too cluttered with pleasure to think things through. Our pussies put a spin on his imagination that afforded him a reeling aftermath. He merely nodded and took command of the wheel.

To sustain our control on Doug, we fondled and slurped him the entire way. Julianna sucked and licked at his neck while I massaged his cock and balls. The man was powerfully stimulated. He couldn't break the spell we wove. He had no choice but to obey us. He functioned on automatic pilot, speeding us to our chosen destination.

Although we were preoccupied, we were hardly incoherent. We took note of his route. Julianna had activated a homing device in her purse that fed F.U.R. a steady signal. Our whereabouts were tracked by our team. Soon, B.O.N.E. would be swarming with F.U.R. agents, prepared to take every one of them prisoner.

"That's it, baby," Julianna purred, vibrating his ear with her tip, then taking the lobe in her mouth. Her small, efficient hands dipped inside his T-shirt, where she played with the thick growth covering his chest. "Mmmmmm. Get us to B.O.N.E."

"Jesus," he muttered, trembling in our clutches. His eyes flickered at the road, fighting to remain open, even as I took an occasional lap at his cockhead. My oral attention kept him stiff, ready for more. I didn't go at it, knowing it would preclude achieving our goal. If I took him into my mouth again, there would be another delay. Doug couldn't drive and get blown at the same time-and I certainly didn't want to get us in an accident.

We drove up to the main gate of some fenced-in factory-sized building. There was a guard at the entrance, flagging us to stop ahead. Doug obediently applied the brake, groaning as we handled him.

The guard glanced inside and couldn't help from grinning. My long, flowing red hair was fanned across Doug's muscled thighs. His erect cock stretched out of his shorts, aimed at my accommodating tongue. Julianna's expressive mouth was perched at his neck, dispensing hot, fever-giving kisses while her hands swam seductively over Doug's chest. The indentation of his nipples told of his inflamed condition.

"Looks like you've had a busy night, Parker," the guard commented. "Guess you're headed inside."

Doug could do little more than nod. His heightened stimulus prevented him from relaying a more accurate account.

He guard permitted us entry. Doug drove through the gate, moving to the main building.

"Good boy," Julianna whispered, rewarding him with a series of steamy kisses that clearly shattered his resolve. She signalled for me to stop with my ardent slobbering. I moved away as she withdrew the stun-vibrator from her bag. "What you need is a little nap."

"Huh?" Doug asked, as reality returned. "What do you mean?"

Julianna switched on the "juice" and touched his shoulder. "Sweet dreams, baby."

"Uggghhhhhhh!" he gasped, clenching his fists, then slumped unconscious in the seat.

"The others should be here by the time he comes around," Julianna advised. "Come on. Let's get in there and stir up some trouble."

I nodded, tucking my tits back into my top. They had fallen out while I sucked on Doug. I let my swollen nipples brush his hairy leg while deriving some prickling gratification. I was aroused from writhing against him. "I'm getting spoiled with these B.O.N.E. guys. They might be devious, but they sure are built the way I like them."

"You can say that again," Julianna purred.

We snuck off to the side entrance, armed with stun-vibrators. If anybody got in our way, we were prepared to give them a dose of F.U.R. power.

"Stop right there," a dangerous-sounding voice announced from behind.

I froze, then sent Julianna a worried look. I didn't think we'd be halted this soon. I whipped around, neglecting to surrender my stun-vibrator. Hopefully, whoever thought we could be apprehended didn't know the strength of our weapons.

A handsome, dark-haired man stood in our path. He examined each of us, attempting to establish our connection with B.O.N.E. He did not appear armed, but looked as though he could easily overpower us, given the tone of his physique. "What are you doing here?" he demanded.

"Hmmmmmm," I said huskily. "Who are you?"

"I'm asking the questions. I don't believe you have authorization to enter the building."

"Sure we do," Julianna remarked with a lazy slur. "The boss wants to see us."

He wasn't going to be taken for the fool. "I think not."

"Call him and check, if you want," I offered. "But he might not want to advertise his having a hard-on."

The man blinked. He looked as though what we implied not only made perfect sense, but could prove to be an embarrassment if he chose to take his curiosity a further step. "I don't believe there were any instructions left at the front desk."

I moved my big tits toward him, letting them provocatively bounce before his eyes. "Shall we go there and recheck?"

"I can call there," he said, snatching up a phone on the wall.

I managed to keep cool while he went about substantiating our admittance. It probably would have been easier to dispatch him right then and there, giving him a shocking taste of the vibrator, but he was much too cute. I guess since Julianna and I knew the troops were on their way, we could afford to indulge ourselves.

"Front desk," he stated after punching a sequence of numbers. "This is Tom Lynch. I want to verify instructions on two visitors."

I couldn't let him chase after information that simply wasn't there. If I didn't intervene with his little investigation, we would be quickly unmasked as intruders.

I put my hands on his shoulders and induced him to lean against the wall. He could do little more than obey. My hands streamed over his chest, applying a stimulating caress. My touch sent him into a feverish panic. My fingers curled around his buttons, undoing them one at a time.

"You really don't trust us, do you?" Julianna said softly from behind.

"I'm just doing my job," he stammered.

Julianna inflicted her feathery touch at the same time. We both figured taking him on would be fun.

"Is this the front desk?" he blurted after I got inside his shirt. "I want-"

Tom's words trailed off as I ran through the hair on his chest. I am particularly enamored of men with such texture. In Tom's case, he had plenty of it to offer. When I arrived at his nipples, he lost his voice.

I could hear a voice squawking on the line, but we made Tom too numb to answer.

Julianna was kneeling in front of him, unbuckling his belt. She gazed hungrily at him as her fingers fluttered. The tinkling of his buckle brought alarm in his expression.

"I need to speak to someone," Tom said, trembling. "Oh, this is the front desk? Yes. I have two visitors. Can you skim through the approved list."

Julianna massaged his crotch with her cheek.

Tom shook his head at Julianna, but she refused to yield. He clamped the receiver. "Cut it out," he hissed through clenched teeth-to no avail. Julianna went on as though receiving none of these directives. He watched in stunned awe as she pulled his stiff cock out of his pants. She glanced up at him, then let out her tongue. Tom's fingers tightened around the receiver, his knuckles turning white, as she took him into her mouth. Her hot suck left him breathless.

"Uhhhhhhhhh," he groaned. The phone almost dropped from his hand.

"We ought to be insulted that you feel compelled to observe procedure," I said, stroking him. "But you're much too appetizing to get pissed at."

I'm sure the last thing he expected was to get sucked off my a gorgeous woman like Julianna. That luscious pair of lips slipping over his dick, surrounding him in warmth and saliva, robbed him of speech. Any attempt to respond was punctuated with gasps and wet, slobbering noises in the background.

He glanced down to see Julianna swallow him. "Jesus, what do you think you're doing. Uhhhhhh-" His thing disappeared into her ecstatic face. Sexual greed dominated his senses, as witnessed by his glazed eyes. He couldn't pull out of that sucking furnace-not with his wits intact. He had to stay in there until he exploded.

The sound of someone on the other line echoed from the receiver. Tom's jaw dropped as he fought to overcome the rush Julianna afforded him.

I took the receiver out of his hand and replaced it on its hook. "Look, forget it. You don't need to validate a thing. Can't you tell why we're here?"

Tom was about to argue with me, but I was quick to slip out of my top. My tits made his base instincts register. I looked too good to haggle with. My nipples were a hot, inviting pink. They called for him to suck.

I read his expression and was swift to encourage it. "Let's get those clothes off you, Tom. We want to see what we're getting while you continue getting it."

It was useless to protest. He perceived the power we had over him. We had a horny young guy in our hands and knew how to pull his strings. It was a simple example of our talents. After all, we knew how to perform for the good of our country, as well as to our own satisfaction.

Tom let us undress him. He was in no condition to give us any more resistance. Julianna dragged his pants down his muscled legs while I unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. It felt extraordinary to have our fingers dance over him, weaving our feathery magic. He was getting more aroused by the second as we uncovered his flesh and saw his growing appreciation at being manipulated. We instilled the promise of fulfilling his every sexual fantasy.

"Tell us what you like, baby," Julianna murmured. "We'll do anything you want."

His desire took formation. "Keep sucking my cock," he ordered, his voice deepening. "Get it nice and stiff, then watch me fuck your brains out."

"Mmmmmmmmm," she sighed with approval. "Let's have a party. Do you think you can last all night?"

"As long as you keep me stimulated," he replied evenly. He abandoned his arguments over our lustful behavior. He would give us the kind of action we sought, without intermission, without mercy-as long as we hungered for it. Since we were thirsty, he seemed eager to satisfy us in a fashion we never had before. "What about the boss? Isn't he waiting for you?"

"He'll have to cool his heels until we're finished with you," Julianna murmured.

She caught his cock with her lips in a voracious sob and worked him down her throat. Tom groaned, then slumped against the wall. He watched her suck him, staring between his legs to see that dark mass of hair eagerly bob. She opened wide, cramming every bit she could into her face. The slithering movement of tongue made him dizzy with pleasure. His cockhead was surrounded by a torrent of saliva and warmth. As he lingered in her shivering wrap, she descended his shaft in shivering increments. His cock was compressed between those sensual lips.

"Christ," he groaned, settling in for a good suck. This was going to be the best blow job he ever got while on duty. It was lust-provoking, not simply because of its spontaneous nature, but the enthusiasm Julianna furnished. He seemed to be enjoying every second of those spittle-rich lips.

I shoved my nipple into his mouth. "Suck it, baby. Get your mouth around it. Mmmmmmm, you like sucking on tits, don't you? Nice big tits, like the kind I have?"

He lavished the pink nub with hot drool. It grew erect after a few lazy slurps. I murmured with bliss, cradling his head. I arched my back, then shoved more of my tit into his mouth.

"Yes, don't stop, more, yes."

Tom allowed me a few more seconds of heaven, but withdrew. "Sit on my face, baby. I want to eat your pussy, fuck you with my tongue."

He spoke with authority. I recognized his masculine command and obeyed. He slid down the wall, positioning himself for me. I swung my hips over his lust-stricken features, panting in expectation. Tom observed my fingers pulling back the slick cunt flesh to reveal my aroused love button. He let out his tongue, urging me to make contact. I did not require further instruction. The allure his tip held was sufficient invitation.

"Oh, God," I sobbed, delighted with his polished technique. There wasn't the least bit of awkwardness, the smallest amount of inexperience. Tom possessed an intimate knowledge of a woman's erogenous zones. Treating myself to the-likes of this stud was a refreshing shock. He rubbed my clit with the most tantalizing of strokes, making me hot and juicy. He attached his mouth to my succulent pink flesh and sucked on it until my toes curled. Ohhhhhhhh, he was incredible.

I cupped his head and brought him closer to my snatch. I whimpered as he devoured me. His licks drove me to distraction. I could scarcely watch the flick of his tongue as he made me moan. My pussy was sopping wet, only to be cleaned by the sweeps that dominated my senses.

Jesus, I would have loved to have this guy in my bed after a hard day on the job.

Tom pulled back from my snatch. "You like it, don't you?"

"Yes, it's the best head I've had in a while."

"Does she suck you as well?"

I shrugged. "A woman's style is.. .different."

Tom grabbed Julianna's head and dragged it away from his cock. She sputtered for air, having become involved in some heavy duty sucks. Hot saliva dribbled down his shaft. Tom clenched his teeth as the sensation raced through him.

"Let's see you suck her pussy," Tom said.

"Huh?" Julianna murmured.

"I want to watch. Come on, eat her cunt. It's not like you haven't done it before. I want a private show.

His insistence was infectious. Julianna gazed at me with a startling appetite. Switching modes was not difficult for us. We had to be sexually flexible during the course of duty. I'll bet he secretly wondered exactly what our true preference was after watching desire emulate from our expressions.

Julianna slid onto me with a wanton sigh. From the manner in which she straddled my naked flesh, we provided him the kind of entertainment that surely existed in the back of his mind. By reflex, he reached for his cock and began to pump it with his fist. If he had never viewed two girls pleasuring each other before, this was going to be a delicious first. What made the action sweeter was that we were doing it at his command.

"Let's show him how the big girls do it," Julianna whispered loud enough to be overheard.

"Mmmmmmmm," I moaned, enjoying the weight of my partner's soft tits. "Yeah, let's make him drool."

"I'll fuck the one that gets me the most hard," Tom challenged.

"No, you won't, baby," I said. "You'll fuck us both."

"We'll see." There was enough brag in his voice to earn our respect. He watched on as we were taken to task, anxious to observe every cock-swelling detail.

Julianna slid down the length of my eager body, luxuriating in its supple qualities. She traced my appetizing curves, tracing my firm boobs and caressing my pink nipples. Prolonged stimulation was not essential for me to get erect-my nubs stiffened immediately. Julianna murmured her delight as she felt them rise to meet her rotating thumbs.

I moaned, begging for more. Although it wasn't required, I loved to be fondled. Having hands streaming over my flesh gave me the total satisfaction. It wasn't as though I didn't need cock-that enhanced all the sensations . sex provided-but foreplay was a vital element. I could lay back for hours and have my flesh groped. I enjoyed having my nipples tweaked in particular. They were my foundation. All my erotic impulses evolved from that area.

When Julianna began our session pinching them, she was alert to my partiality. Julianna knew where it felt best. We had been paired on many assignments, and often had to generate sufficient sizzle for our adversaries. The trick was in the chemistry, and in that respect, Julianna and I collectively offered a barrage of fireworks. We made quite a seductive team.

Julianna covered one of my tasty nipples with her mouth. She sucked on it, lavishing it with spittle and warmth. I responded heatedly, undulating beneath her hungry lips.

"Oh, yeah, baby, suck my tits. Yeah, suck that nipple, make it stiff. Ohhhhhhhhhh, show Tom how a woman does it."

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Julianna growled against my delicious flesh. She kneaded my other tit while treating the one stuffed in her mouth to a hot suck. My tits were supple, enticing. Julianna could indulge herself for hours.

Tom listened to the passion we summoned. His eyes were trained on our expressions-one receiving pleasure, the other giving-while stroking his cock. It stretched through his fist, angry and hard. He fought off the urge to climb on top of Julianna and fuck her. He knew she wanted it-but he was determined to have her wait until his curiosity was suitably met. As it was, he found watching to be a thrill he'd never had. We were two girls, sucking on each other. I'm sure we drove him out of his mind. He looked so horny, he could have jumped either of us and know whichever one he shoved his cock into would be pleased to have it. When he did, I doubted he would be asked to stop.

Julianna opened her mouth and dropped my well-sucked nipple from her tingling clutch. I gasped, then squirmed feverishly on my back. I was far too hot to prevail in a passive role. I wanted to be as much a participant as Julianna.

Tom recognized the exchange of signals-Julianna nodding to me, and a smile to confirm the instructions received. What happened next probably made his pulse jump. We twisted our bodies until we had our faces shoved between one another's legs. He throbbed at the sight of us about to eat each other, his dick beating with excitement.

"Oh, yeah," I sounded, welcoming Julianna's limber tongue. My lush dab against her excited clit charged her with euphoria. "Mmmmmmm, lick me, suck on that thing, ohhhhhhhh. You're making me wet. Yeah, eat it, make it hard-ohhhhhhhh. Let Tom see how you're using your tongue. Ohhhhhhhh, feels so good to have your tongue rubbing it. More. Yes, more."

Julianna slurped my love button with delectation. It bulged against her tip, thirsting for the spread of warm saliva. Her fingers delved into my aroused flesh, bringing my cunt flush to her face. She was about to administer some laps that would have made me happy, but was temporarily thwarted when I was seized by the same oral fury and went down on her. I began sucking on her as though eager to render her equal pleasure. My head bobbed impatiently between Julianna's legs as I went about devouring her juices. My growl of hunger had adrenaline pumping through Julianna's system.

"Ohhhhhh!" she cried. "Oh, yes, more, suck me, eat my pussy. Ohhhhh."

It was a contest, I thought. Each of us was trying to outdo the other while doing each other. It amazed me how we employed our imagination and skill to arouse ourselves to fever pitch.

Seeing female flesh squirming as it was gobbled gave Tom a raging hard-on. He didn't seem like he could watch much longer, not by the furrow of his brow.

I clung passionately to Julianna's undulating flesh, dragging her drenched pussy to my mouth. I urgently licked my partner, relating a hunger not easily satisfied. My tongue slithered into her sopping crevice and dabbed at the juices that bubbled from her. I made husky sounds as I ate, gulping down the nectar that flowed from Julianna's cunt.

"God, you taste sweet," I murmured between slurps. "I could do this all night."

"That would be nice," purred Julianna. "But what would poor Tom do?"

"I'm sure we'll find something worthy of his talents."

Julianna pushed her voluptuous body down on me, making me feel her tremors. Even fitting herself to my slender length did not reduce the shaking. She was wild with need, thirsty for more of my cunt. She licked my pussy frantically, swallowing my juices as though they were flavored with honey. She also enjoyed playing with my clit-tonguing it until I shuddered. In a reciprocal effort, I mouthed her snatch with delicious precision. I covered every sluiced section of her pink flesh and showered it with lip-smacking tingles.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," we moaned together.

Tom slid behind Julianna, unable to keep calm. The urge to fuck her was too great. He kept getting a palatable view of her pussy while I lapped it. Watching me indulge myself in that manner affected him. He took his cock in his fist while molding himself to her backside. It didn't seem as though Julianna was conscious of his effort. She was too involved in servicing me to acknowledge his intent.

I was attuned to his vibrations. I knew how desperate he was to bury that dick in one of us. I removed my mouth from Julianna's snatch in time to see Tom's enlarged cockhead steer toward her sopping entrance. Julianna was delectably moist for penetration. Just the sounds my tongue made while whipping her clit into submission confirmed that fact. A surge of excitement gripped me as I saw him stick it between those sluiced cuntlips, then push. He went in with a groan.

"Ohhhhhh!" Julianna let out a cry of pleasure. She froze in the middle of her eating, welcoming the thrust of his cock.

Tom's hands went around her hips and pulled her toward him. He groaned as he sank his throbbing bulk into her juicy cunthole. From the strength he employed, Julianna knew nothing could have stopped that cock from sliding into her. He needed to submerge it in those warm, sopping lips. Only the slick fit of her pussy would satisfy the burning urge that raged between his legs.

"Yeah, yeah, baby, come fuck this," he grunted. "Let me satisfy that appetite of yours. This should take care of it. Uhhhhhhhh." He jammed himself repeatedly into that juicy crevice, gasping contently at its crushing embrace. He watched his long cock disappear in her cunt, opening the moist walls with its throbbing width. He tried to observe her pleasure-ridden expression, but his eyes rolled up in their sockets as her juices sizzled over his dick. He seized her ass more securely and pulled her flush with his crotch. He wanted to be in as much as possible and let that enveloping squish devour him. "Feels so fucking good, yeah. I can't believe how tight you are."

"I'm doing that for you, Tom," Julianna whimpered. "I'm constricting myself around you. Ohhhhhhhhhh. There's so much of you to please-but I'll manage." She moaned softly through her exertions. "You're so huge, Tom. Ohhhhhh. You're definitely all man. Mmmmmm. Squeeze yourself in there. Yes. Fuck me with that big cock."

"You can handle it, babe," he muttered, fucking her. "You wouldn't be in your kind of business if you couldn't."

"You're right, but it still takes some getting used to. Ohhhhhhh. You've got what it takes to please a woman. Your dick is so hard, reaches deep in my pussy. Ohhhhhh, yes, I want it to fuck me, I want it to fuck me."

I silenced Julianna's breathless babble by shoving my snatch into her face. I held her head firm and pelted Julianna's mouth until it opened and that slippery tongue was released. "Keep eating me, baby. You're getting me hot from all that talk. I want to cum. Suck my clit, get your mouth around it and suck. Ohhhhhh." Lightning flared through my loins as Julianna complied with my heated request. Her limber tongue went back and forth, over and over my love button until I was shaking.

"Mmmmmm," Julianna sighed, slurping my honey juices. Tom's fierce, demanding strokes enhanced her thirst. She made loud, slobbering noises, mouthing my pink flesh.

I could see Tom's cock going into Julianna. I was inches from that throbbing shaft sliding through my partner's soaked cunt lips. Reaching with my tongue, I made contact with his balls and slathered them with scorching drool.

"Yeah," Tom grunted as the hot application of saliva surged through him. He rammed into Julianna with an even harder dick. That surprise titillation had a strong effect on him. He was anxious for more of my oral treat.

"You like that, don't you, Tom?" I whispered. "Mmmmmmmmm, I like when you get excited. We all get a reward." I wiggled my tip over his balls, spreading warm spit. His flesh sizzled as I coated him.

Tom didn't answer-he was enjoying himself far too much. He loved getting licked while he fucked. It was a totally new sensation, I gathered.

The sound of his groin slapping Julianna's butt reverberated in the room. She was hot, juicy and wide open. He fastened himself securely to her hips and gave it to her with all he had. My silken laps came afterward, pursuing him with panting anxiety.

My tongue followed Tom's shifting cock. I strained to meet that pulsating shaft, lavishing it with my tingling spittle. Mmmmmmmmm. I remembered when Julianna sucked it. Tom didn't all fit in her mouth-some of him had slid back into her throat. In the heat of the moment and forgetting her comfort, Tom had overstuffed Julianna a few times. She knew it wasn't intentional-he just got excited while getting blown. I couldn't blame him. Julianna gave really good head; I'd been given enough samples to know.

Julianna tried sucking my pussy, but the pleasure Tom gave her eclipsed that effort. She could not ignore the cunt-splitting hardness he provided. His solid cock ground against her clit, affording her maximum benefit. She lifted her face from my savory cunt and cried out. Her joy escalated with every thrust. Swirls of ecstasy spread through my groin when Tom punctuated his strokes. Watching Julianna get fucked by that monster had me going. That large shaft, sawing through that sopping hole aroused me to no end.

"Don't stop," Julianna whimpered, sliding down the length of my body. "Don't stop, keep doing that, more, baby, more-ohhhhhhhhhhh."

I jerked my hips, but to no avail. Julianna was not responding. The side of her face rested on my pussy. Tom was fucking her brains out, blocking her concentration. My partner was useless. I squirmed in frustration.

"Finish her," I commanded. "Then do me, stud. I can't wait to feel that cock up my snatch."

Tom hammered back and forth, letting Julianna's squishy flesh gratify him. He groaned, enjoying how her hot juices kept him stiff. He looked like he was about to cum, but continually held back. He probably wanted us begging for mercy first.

"Feel how excited I am?" Tom asked, sinking into Julianna's cunt. "You made me hard like that, baby. It's stiff as a bat. What's it like getting fucked by it?"

"So good," she moaned. "Oh, yes, ohhhhhhh."

"Want me to pull out?" he teased.

"No, don't stop."

He grinned. "I'll make you cum before I yank it from that pussy. I never leave a job undone."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh."

"Hurry, baby," I panted from beneath. My finger was between my legs, jiggling my clit. I quivered, consumed by waves of desire. "Make her cum. Give it to her nice and steady. You can do it. Get her off. Keep fucking her with that big cock. Oh, yeah."

Tom felt my lips on his dick as he fucked Julianna. I was determined to bring him off. He drove into Julianna's sluiced flesh, reaching deep in her cunt. That intoxicating weakness began to return-the one that should have made him explode. He fought it off before it had a chance to engulf him. His head was-likely filled with thoughts of making me scream while pounding me. That's exactly what I wanted, too.

Julianna dug her nails into my thighs. "Oh, my God, oh, baby, yes, ohhhhhh!" Her wail was cut short by the joy-giving spasms that resulted. She let out a series of gasps as they dominated her senses.

I felt Julianna go numb. Good, I thought-the bitch came. Now it was my turn. "Come on, Tom, slide that cock into me."

He waited another moment for Julianna's contractions to subside before he eased his lust-swollen cock out of her pussy. Julianna let out a disappointed sob at his displacement.

"Jesus," she murmured, when that throbbing bulk departed. An aching void must have been left between her legs. She massaged her engorged mound, looked as though she wished he would refill it.

I was about to lift myself from my prone position, but Tom pinned my shoulders with his knees. He took his juicy cock and wiped my face with it. Julianna's secretions covered my cheeks.

"Yeah, wash off my dick."

I was stunned by this move. I hadn't expected that. It seemed crude-but had me panting. I liked the ideas this B.O.N.E. agent had when his hormones were turned loose.

Tom eased the pressure off my shoulders, but, once again, took charge of the situation. He reached down for my writhing form, grasping my hips, and lifted me upside-down. My pussy was within reach of his mouth. With a rush of enthusiasm, he brought his tongue to my succulent cunt and licked. I was going to get a sucking I wouldn't soon forget. Mmmmmm. His head bobbed between my legs as he devoured my juices. Nothing compared to the tonguing of a determined man.

I felt the blood rushing to my head. The position he had me in placed heavy demand on my shoulders and upper back.

"Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned as he lashed my drenched crevice. Jolts of electricity charged through my body. He certainly had oral sex down to a science. Jesus! Ohhhhhhhhh, he was really good.

I began to suspect every B.O.N.E. agent was expected to master this skill.

"Mmmmmmm, cunt," Tom grunted, indulging himself with loud slurps. "Oh, yeah, let me eat you, baby-eat you until you cum."

"Oh, my God."

I closed my eyes as he snuck that wiggling tip into my pussy. When he dragged it out, a prolonged gasp escaped my throat. The strength he exhibited was another factor that brought excitement. He just lifted me to his mouth and took his fill of my abundant juices. Picking me up like that aroused me. He sure had the muscles-and not that I was a heavy person-but to be totally suspended was a thrill. I shivered as his hot breath sifted down my inner thighs. The tickle of his tongue was another delectation. The sound of his juicy mouthfuls stirred me the most. Those made me quiver.

"Sweet pussy, mmmmmmmmmm," Tom said, lapping it. "So wet and warm. Melts right in my mouth."

I balled my fists. This was torture. I needed to retaliate to some extent. Remaining upside-down until I twisted with orgasm was not my choice. I wanted to get my hands-and lips-on that cock.

Tom was too immersed in eating me to notice I was taking aim. My mouth was open, ready to nab his dick. It took planning and coordination but I had it down cold. That bloated crown was within wriggling distance, and then the whole shaft just yawned into my mouth.

"Oh, baby, yes," Tom groaned, feeling my familiar lips clasp him. "Oh, yeah, suck it, suck my dick." He made no effort to raise and lower my body, but kept me stationed where I was. He didn't want to break that hot, dizzying suck.

"Mmmmm," I sighed, stuffing my face with cock. I didn't give head in an upside down position often-especially with the curve of the shaft traveling down my throat the wrong way but I proved my talent was not overstated. I could give a blow job under almost any circumstances.

Tom was going out of his mind as I deep-throated him. I showed him I knew what I was doing. "You suck good." His cock seemed like it got a little bigger after I rubbed it with my lips. It unquestionably jerked to attention. "Oh, yeah, keep it nice and wet with saliva. It feels so fucking good in your mouth."

The pleasure Tom received did not short cut the amount he dispensed. His tongue never stopped its lust-provoking momentum, sliding in and out of my pussy. He silently expressed the desire to finish what Julianna couldn't in a big way.

"More," I moaned between gulps of cock. "More, faster, use that tongue."

"Yeah," Tom shuddered, fucking my face. "This is how B.O.N.E. tastes, baby. Get used to it. And we love to suck pussy. Mmmmmm."

"Mmmmmm. Ohhhhh."

Julianna roused from orgasm, listening to our slobbering. Our moist sounds got her horny. Sharp whimpers turned her on, too. Tom and I were responsible for lots of them as we feasted on one another.

She got up on her knees and slid behind Tom.

She groped Tom's biceps and caressed his powerful arms. "You're really strong, baby." She could smell my pussy wafting through the air. Her own appetite awakened. Tom was giving me expert head. From the movement of tongue, he was doing an exceptional job. Julianna obviously wished she were recipient to such ecstasy.

"Suck her," Julianna whispered in Tom's ear. "Suck her good, baby. Make the bitch cum."

My lips had Tom's dick in a feverish grasp. They worked him through a steady pucker, drawing his cock into hot compression. Though dangling by my thighs, I hadn't lost a fraction of my oral power. I sucked him good and hard, using my hands to great effect. I fondled his balls, rendering the most delicate touch. After taking a generous handful of his equipment, I crammed it in my mouth and gave a saliva bath. Mmmmmmmmm. Tom's ensuing shudder was delicious compensation.

Tom's continuous suckle influenced my head-giving performance. I wanted to suck him until hot jism flooded my cheeks, but his snapping, twisting tongue was depleting that energy. That darting tip assaulting my pink folds took charge of my senses. I had followed its every jab, flick and slide over my sluiced cunt flesh. My clit was highly sensitive, unable to withstand his flicking force. An uncontrollable urge to cum seized me. I jerked in his clutches, feeling my body temperature rise.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, oh, baby," I moaned, with cock in my mouth. "Ohhhhhhhh."

"Yeah," Julianna said, tickling Tom's ear with her tongue. "Make her cum, baby. Suck her 'til she cums."

Tom bore down, lapping my pussy with all the fiery determination he could muster. He felt me surrender to his masterful strokes, my body quivering with lust. "Mmmmm, come on, baby, do it for me." The sucks she gave him supplied part of his inspiration. He was nearing eruption. The cum churned in his balls, about to spurt. He fought back the impulse and dove into my snatch with redoubled effort. My lips rippled over his cock, covering the head. It would be so easy to squirt in my mouth, but no, he wanted to save it for my face. When a man gets that crazed, a messy splatter is sure to be on his mind.

"God." My features twisted as total splendor was within my grasp. Tremors of excitement infested my aroused flesh. I sucked on Tom's cock just a few more seconds before being overtaken by the fever. Luxurious jolts attacked me, starting in my groin and spreading rampantly through the rest of my body. I spasmed roughly, contracting against Tom's gobbling receptacle. "Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh."

Tom was inflamed by my convulsion. He spent the first precious seconds of my orgasm licking me, flavoring his tongue with my exuding nectar. I jumped and twitched as embraced me-but never swayed from his limber tongue. He continued to satisfy me even while heavily in the throes of my climax, maintaining oral contact.

But as my thrashing neared its end, he could not prolong his need for release. His cock had been sucked to that irreversible point. His balls sizzled, ready to discharge. Quickly, he lowered me to the floor, separating my mouth from his angry-looking cockhead.

"Ohhhhhhhh," I sputtered, cumming in his hands. My shoulders were pressing into the linoleum, then my head was resting flat. I quivered, looking up. Tom's cock stretched from above, ready to explode.

Tom didn't spare a moment. He reached for Julianna, who was scraping his back with her nails, and threw her down next to me. Julianna let out a startled cry, shocked to be included in his plan. Both of us writhed between his legs, our faces in close proximity to his fever-ridden cock. We looked up, panting at it while he jerked it in his fist.

"Stay there," he instructed, pumping his dick fast. He held us at bay with his other hand, fondling our tits. The urgency he demonstrated in his massage forbade us to escape the creamy shower. "Don't move. Uggghhhhh, ugghhhhhh."

I saw the cum shooting at us and shivered with joy. The hot splash of jism landed on my face. More spewed from him, splattering Julianna's hair.

"Jesus," Julianna gasped. "Ohhhhhhh."

"Uggghhhhhhh," Tom groaned, cumming on us. Squirt after squirt was directed at our expressions. He made sure we lay there to receive his warm goo. "Ugghhhhhhh."

When Tom was down to his last few drops, he clutched Julianna's face and wiped it with his cock. My head was similarly grasped and my hair given a cream shampoo.

"Ohhhhhhh," we wailed, excited by his lewd display. Both of us rubbed our clits with a frenzy while gazing up at him.

Tom's eyeballs rolled up in their sockets as he smeared the last of his fuck juice on us, then collapsed over our squirming flesh. His resources were exhausted, and we were completely gratified.

This did not prevent us, however, from zapping him with the stun-vibrator. I dis-liked concluding our festivities on such a sullen note.. The man might have been sexually worn out, but he was still a potential threat.

I bestowed the honors. I switched on the stun-vibrator, then lowered it to his exposed nipple.

"Ugggghhhhhh!" he yelled, clutching himself and slipping into unconsciousness.

"Sorry, baby, but we've got to run," I said, blowing him a kiss.

A door slammed behind us. Upon whirling, I was unnerved by a face I thought I'd seen the last of.

"Randy!"

CHAPTER SIX

"Did you think you got rid of me, baby?" he asked with a grin, maintaining his famous cool facade. "Not a chance. I had a secret panel installed in the back of that closet for just such an emergency."

"I wouldn't get too close to us," Julianna warned, brandishing her stun-vibrator. "One touch and you're through for the night."

Randy snarled at her. "Don't get too close, baby. I've already had a taste of that."

"Perhaps once wasn't enough."

She lashed out with it, aiming for his chest. Julianna, unfortunately, wasn't quick enough. Randy seized her by the wrists, rendering her powerless.

Everything occurred at lightning speed. I had just gotten over the fact Randy eluded Angel and Lucee, and was once again a moving target. I snapped out of it and jumped to Julianna's aid. "Let her go, Randy. Don't hurt her."

"You bastard," Julianna growled, writhing in his gasp. She still made a valiant attempt to tip the stun-vibrator and give him a splintering jolt.

"Oh, no you don't, baby," he muttered, exerting his strength. He steered it toward her, catching her nipple in the process.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Julianna moaned, then fainted in his arms. She had accepted the potent charge meant for Randy.

"Julianna!" I panicked aloud, startled to see her collapse.

Randy lowered her unconscious form to the ground. "Sorry about your girlfriend, but she asked for it. She'll come out of it in a few minutes."

"It's all over for you, Randy," I told him. "Help is on the way. This place will be swarming with the authorities. You may as well surrender."

"There's nobody to take. Our hostages have been transferred to another facility, as well as our equipment. I placed a call shortly after you left. B.O.N.E. is one step ahead of you."

"You can't be serious."

"This is an empty shell. Other than Tom, whom you've dispatched, everyone is gone."

I gazed at him, feeling that wave of desire return. I physically longed for him, but knew he was not mine to have. If Randy had gone straight, a relationship might have been possible; his straying from the law ensured we would never be together. "Why are you telling me this? You could have fled with them."

His voice was low, penetrating. It gave me that hot, jittery chill that began in the pit of my stomach and traveled throughout my body. "I came back for you. I felt there was the one last hope you would be willing to stay with me."

I shrugged. "We can't. You know I couldn't turn my back on F.U.R., as well as my country."

"You could have riches beyond your wildest dreams," he alluded. "We could go on trips to exotic places. You would be an asset to me."

He came up to me, those large brawny arms encompassing me. His touch caused an inner turmoil that raged through me. I tried desperately to ignore it, but it had acutely entered my system.

"I want you, Vanessa," he whispered. "You're the most exciting woman I've ever known."

"You're making this difficult," I mentioned above the lump in my throat.

"It doesn't have to be." He cupped my ass, fondling me until I was almost woozy. I could feel him getting an erection. Ohhhhhhhhhh. To be pressed against that frenzy-producing cock ruptured my judgment. I knew I shouldn't give myself over to the pleasure he wished to share, but even as I contemplated our separation, I caught myself grinding my mound to the bulge in his shorts.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," I sobbed. "Oh, Randy."

"See. You can't lie to me, Vanessa. You want me. You'll do what is necessary to make our alliance permanent." He nibbled on my ear. "You will undergo brainwashing."

I jerked myself away from him. "No!"

"Don't be afraid. It's all done with lights and mirrors. We've been one hundred percent successful with it." His large hand spanned my ass, rotating over my shapely buns. "You enter a room and permit yourself to be hypnotized. It's simple and harmless."

"Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned, trembling. His brawny, furred body brought a more powerful quiver than any other man could possibly muster.

Randy made no motion to release me. The strength in his grip was exhilarating. I could feel the genuine need this man had for me. "Please, do this for me, Vanessa. It'll mean our future."

"Why can't you migrate to F.U.R.? " I whispered. "Why do I have to abandon my cause?"

"Because yours does not guarantee a fortune. Yours revolves around democracy, freedom, and poverty."

"Does money mean that much to you."

"It means everything."

"More than me?"

He didn't answer. Instead, grasping my wrists roughly, he dragged me to the wall and pinned me. I cried out, only to have my protests silenced with his mouth. His tongue probed me, feeding me hot passion. I attempted to squirm out of his clutches, but to no avail. Randy's strength was superior. When he finally took his mouth away, I dragged air back into my lungs.

"You haven't answered me," I said, trying to recapture my breath. "I-"

"Shut up," he snarled, then sent his tongue plunging back into my mouth.

I received it with a muffled groan. I was most aware of the moisture between my legs. Helplessly, I writhed against him. My nipples strained against his massive chest. He had seen that my arousal was swift and complete.

Dispensing erotic vibrations, he released one of my wrists to probe my trembling flesh. In seconds, I felt the warm insertion of his large thumb, then the exploration of soaked tissue.

I moaned into his mouth, fraught with delicious stimulation. I moved my groin against his hand, wanting more fingers to submerge themselves into my warm, constricted cunthole.

"I can't provide you explanations,, " he croaked, reaching between my shivering thighs. "You'll simply have to accept me for what I am."

I gasped at his scalding touch. I fumbled for his cock. The yearning to grope him was imperative. He was big, throbbing in my fist. I looked down to see it extend thickly from his groin, the engorged bulb gravitating to my sluiced pussy lips.

He sliced into me with one thrust, sending my ass sharply against the wall. I let out a muffled cry into his shoulder as I received him whole. His stiff cock made me grit my teeth, then sigh. It felt so fucking good, having cock in my pussy. God, there was nothing like a man. Ohhhhhhhh, God.

"I'll fuck you until you agree," he warned.

"You'll tire out long before I do," I moaned.

The calves of my legs smarted as I labored to meet his penetrating strokes. He fed his dick upward, hammering it into my hot, tight opening. I panted as my pussy lips absorbed his rigid shaft. The wide, swollen tip went far into my juicy snatch, making its presence known. As he ground it, I whimpered.

There was nothing comparable to real cock stroking the inside of my cunt. Neither Doug, nor Tom could compete with the delicious thrusts he gave me. I dropped my mouth open and moaned sweetly. Ohhhhhhh.

My vision was impaired by his cunt-pleasing strokes. I managed to see his feral look as he pumped me. "Oh, yes," I panted, closing my eyes and enjoying each thrust. Though Randy displayed no tenderness, I could not deny receiving satisfaction. My clit quivered against the rush of his bone-solid shaft, sending sweet agony to every part of my body. I felt as though my pussy was melting around his driving cock, merging with his flesh into a mass of buttery warmth. His furry chest hair scratched my nipples.

"Doesn't this make you want to change you mind?" he asked gruffly. "Don't you want to have this? Nothing like having my big dick jammed in your pussy, is there? Ahhhhhhhh. Tell me how much you want me."

I couldn't answer him, my senses inflamed. My vocal cords were strained from the sexual tension. The traction of his cock against my sensitive cunt lips scattered my thought processes. I didn't care that he was an enemy agent-Randy was giving me tremendous pleasure. He answered me in my moment of need. "Ohhhhhhhhh, I'm going to cum!" I rocked my pussy to him, moaning as he pushed into it. He jammed me with cock several more times before I started shuddering with orgasm. "Yeah, oh, yeah, fill me with that hard thing. Ohhhhhh. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me!"

Randy hastened his strokes, gripping me with intensity. Our groins smacked together in heated abandon, the wind plucked from my lungs. My wrists were held against the wall as he pummeled my ass with his piston like groin.

Randy brought his mouth down on my nipples while I still quivered with orgasm. He sucked them, going over every inch with his fiery tongue. I squirmed against him as a twitch of hot desire shot through my flesh. I moaned as his lips and fingers roamed my tits.

Randy slowly lifted his mouth and studied my ravished features. "I never thought I'd want a woman as much as you. I love you, Vanessa. God.. . " His voice trailed off as he gave himself over to the ecstasy my body afforded him. "I never confessed that to another woman. I didn't think, when I called that service, I would find such a hot fuck and then fall for her. Ahhhhhhhh. I can't make it without you, baby. You're everything I need." His dick, resoundingly stiff, stabbed into my warm, inviting pussy. "It feels so good, going into you, baby. So fucking good. Nobody handles me the way you do. Ahhhhhhhhh."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I wept, enthusiastically absorbing those ten-plus inches. "I want to sit on you."

Randy was already attuned to my erotic frequency. He pulled me to the floor, laying back, his muscular thighs spread. That large, manly cock of his stood straight up, ready for me.

"Come sit on me, baby," he urged.

I did as requested, mute in my acceptance. I straddled him, raising my gorgeous buns high over his rigid dick. Randy wrapped his arms around my legs, fondling them, and looking up at the shadowy invitation of my cunt. I maintained that position for several moments, the sinews of my calves quivering. Gradually, I sank to my haunches, holding his cock at the entrance of my pussy. I ran my hands over its length and rubbed the swollen head against my pink lips in luxuriant waves. At my own signal, I sank upon him, grunting softly in a mixture of pleasure and pain until he was fully inside. Shifting my weight and enclosing my legs about his waist, my feet rested at the base of his spine. We were face to face, his cock buried in me up to the last millimeter, planted so deeply that it hurt when he pressed against my cervix.

Movement became difficult. Randy began to thrust upward in an effort to stimulate my clit.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yes," I moaned, running my tongue lightly around the outside of his ear. "Fuck me, fuck me, Randy. Ram it right up to your balls."

Sitting on his cock had practically pried me open. God, he was thick. I summoned all my energies just to hpld him inside. At times, it had me shaking, just to keep that hard dick submerged. Ohhhhh. Slow, deliberate movement supplied a delicious challenge and forced us to respond to physical contact. We were exposed to each other's heat, too. I found this very exciting, very romantic.

Randy could feel my pussy muscles tighten, several times in the stretch of a mere breath, then shudder. I would close my eyes, cling closely to him, sobbing, holding the air in my lungs for an interminably long time, until my muscles would finish my spasm. And then I would continue my stare at him. He liked the fact he made me cum.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

Snared in bliss, I couldn't answer. I glowed, impaled on his cock.

My muscles contracted around his cock, drawing it to teeming hardness. I put my arms around his neck, leaning the top of my head forward to rest upon his chin and tensed my body as the seizure ripped through me.

Randy couldn't think about anything other than my pussy wrapped around his cock. I made sure by the way I humped him. He was pulsating in my steaming confines, yearning to shoot. He kept looking at my wriggling body, my bouncing tits, my warm cunt as he fucked me hard.

My thoughts ventured in the same direction, because I grabbed him with my pussy muscles, then released his dick. I locked my arms around him, chanting, "Oh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh!" in an endless word chain, moaning aloud when I inhaled. My entire abdomen began to compress while I propelled myself to him. Finally, I began pumping myself up and down at an incredible pace. The ligaments in my neck protruded through my skin. "Oh, yeah," I wailed, undulating. I smeared his cock with pussy juice. "Oh, yeah."

There was absolutely no way he could hold back. The cum boiled up through him as though propelled by an explosive charge. My eyes were clenched shut, my features contorted. Randy groaned at the urge to thrust into my wetness with the force of his complete strength. I gritted my teeth as he emptied himself of cum.

I collapsed from on top of him, my senses overcome. I couldn't count the number of times I had been brought to orgasm. My body was sore, twitching. It didn't surprise me that Randy remained hard, primed for more pumping action.

"I need to recover," I said when he tried reaching for me. "I'm aching all over."

"No, I want to cum."

He groped my tits, his fingers nonetheless affording them a thrill. Cupping them with strong hands, he circled his thumbs around my nipples. They inevitably drew his considerable attention.

"Ohhhhhhhh."

"I want all of you I can get, before I leave."

"You're leaving?" I echoed.

"I can see, just by watching you, that the time isn't right. It has to be on your terms. One day, I will change your mind. You will come to me, willingly. You will undergo the mind transformation process then."

His mouth descended upon my nipple. My protests were quickly silenced as he sucked. I tried to remove the worry that plagued me, yet it lingered in the background.

"Ohhhhhhhhh." I came long and hard, then rolled off him. I scooped up my tits, tweaking the pleasure from them. I twisted my legs together, feeling the delicious hurt left by his cock. I ached for that void to be filled.

The haze gradually dissipated. I turned to him, ready to admit my need for him. I wasn't ready to submit to the allegiance he sought, but I did want to protect him. I would have to prevail upon F.U.R. so that his punishment would be reduced.

"Randy," I murmured.

The corridor in which we were in was empty. Jesus, he was gone, slipping away like a soft whisper.

Julianna was awakening. "Oh, God, what hit me?" she complained, trying to stand. "Where's Randy?"

I shrugged. "He got away."

Julianna shook her head. "Well, let's go. I guess we've shut down their operation here."

"Yes," I said, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "We have."

As for Randy-I knew we would meet again. The anticipation of the inevitable encounter made me quiver.

THE END
F.U.R. Exposed ....(84k)    by Pia Slick





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