Chapter 7
"Do you like the way that cock tastes?" Bill Ellis asked Kathy Norfolk. Thrusting his hips, he increased her volume of intake. "Here, take more."
Swift's Vice President of Sales was laying on her side. Bill's thick shaft protruded from her lips. Their vivid shade of red was smeared over Bill's sizable length. In his fist, the metal disc burned. It had come off her forehead moments before, when her interrogation had been complete. The stunning brunette had not been cooperative at first. Physical restraint became necessary. B.O.N.E. agents abducted her from the front of the corporate building. Kathy, exhibiting courage, refrained from screaming. She obviously assumed B.O.N.E. intended to merely question her. She had no intention of answering a single question until Bill produced the metal disc. After he informed her of its capacity to extract the required information, she struggled. That did not prevent him from placing it on her forehead and watching the device assert control. Her willful brain was no match for its cybernetic power.
Bill savored going into the mouth of a woman who strove to project a reverent image. Kathy, a gorgeous twenty-nine-year-old who feasibly commanded a six-figure salary and spoke articulately, wasn't the kind of woman he would normally win. She reminded him of Claudia Blake without the devious edge. Men of intellectual character presumably unlocked her ardor. He suspected a ferocious sexuality lurked under that cool, collected exterior.
The disc was of tremendous assistance. It awakened the animal in her. Her dark eyes flashed at him after the dark cloud evaporated. Promptly, she discarded her well-bred manners with her dark-framed glasses. The dark wool suit came off, along with the fashionable pumps. She retained the string of pearls that adorned her throat. Bill was secretly glad: Claudia religiously wore pearls, and since he fantasized having her, Kathy helped sustain that illusion.
Bill hated Claudia with a passion. She rejected him, judging him too plebeian to suit her sophisticated tastes. Claudia was enamored of power and men who represented it. Men like their superior, an agent who ascended to the highest ranks of B.O.N.E., or Jon Monroe, heir to the throne, were more her style.
Bill was somewhat sensitive to his appearance. At forty-two, he had developed an unsightly paunch. Gray streaked his dark hair. Those physical imperfections did not hamper her—it was his low standing in the organization.
Kathy Norfolk, however, was indifferent to both. Horniness raged through her system. Addressing the hot disturbance between her legs seemed more crucial. Gazing at Bill, she made him feel like a delicious hunk of man.
Kathy failed to provide him any meaningful information about Swift's position on B.O.N.E.'s demands. The few pearls he distilled were a duplication of previous cross-examinations. B.O.N.E. had conducted revealing discussions with other Swift executives. They learned only an intimate circle was privy to its true decisions.
Kathy compensated him in a more thrilling way. Her mouth and tongue had been a revelation. Her bubbly trail elicited a resounding groan. Those neatly executed strokes stole his breath.
Her lips finally detached. She stroked his saliva-drenched cock with her fist. Slick sounds emanated from his lubricated member. His skin bunched and stretched in her heated clasp.
"Do you like being with two men?" he asked.
She considered the male tongue probing her cunt and nodded. Nick, a guard who had earlier held her, lay on his back with his head between her legs. He inched into her nectar-rich crevice. Kathy's eyes shut as he licked. She distinctly heard his lapping sounds.
Bill's head bobbed. His lips curled back to display clenched teeth. If she continued stroking him, he would explode all over her. Kathy had a nice set of tits that made an excellent target. Unlike Claudia, who flaunted two melon-sized globes, she was stylishly sleek.
Kathy rejoiced in groping his heavy dick. That wide shaft dwarfed her dainty hand. The excess skin clustered above her closed fingers. His warmth and stickiness titillated her.
Nick sucked harder on her pussy. She lost her concentration. He revolved around her clit, then dashed across it.
"Keep me wet, baby." Cupping the back of her head, he steered her mouth to his domed head. The scent of her spittle dripping from his cock pinched his nostrils. Thoroughly coated with her salivary excess, his swollen member had a glossy sheen.
Kathy circled his mushroom-shaped knob with her winding tip. Bill's thoughts went momentarily askew. He hadn't expected such ticklish accuracy. Her avid whips added color to his cheeks. Lash after lash, she tracked his most vulnerable spots and tormented them. She applied hot foam to his dick while enjoying his salty heat.
Nick ran his tongue over Kathy's pink membranes. His hungry persistence blocked her concentration. She glanced at the dulled brown eyes below her brown fluff. Nick ecstatically ate her.
Bill observed her fluttering style. That tongue whisked across his taut skin, ending each imaginative swirl with a froth-filled dab. He expelled the air from his lungs. His fists tensed and loosened while she darted about.
"Great tongue work," he muttered.
Kathy worked the heavy, raised vein of his underside. Bill shook from her feathery whisk. Those dark eyes went in and out of focus. His bottom lip trembled from her lush pattern.
She presented his bloated crown a sloppy kiss. Drool coursed down his path of veins at her calculation. She made no attempt to collect the oozing strands that neared his balls. Bill's features twisted as they collected at his taut sac and pubic nest.
"Jesus," he muttered.
Rather than halting that bubbly flow, she cleaned his balls with her tongue. She stroked his hairy thighs while bathing his tightly drawn testicles. His cock swayed in the refrigerated air, defying gravity. Completely swollen, Bill appeared ready to explode. Kathy, undeterred, washed his velvet skin with tingling drool.
Bill's exhalations grew heavier. "Yeah, baby. Lick my balls. I want them dripping with your spit."
Kathy gladly obliged. She ladled more shiny drool onto that satiny pouch.
Nick slurped her tangy juice a few more times before Bill displaced him. Bill knew Kathy enjoyed that probing tongue, but he had his own agenda. Gently, he coaxed Kathy onto her back. Anchoring his knees on either side of her panting expression, Bill ran a fist up and down his slippery length. His cock throbbed in his grip. "I want to ride your face, baby."
Kathy merely spread her lips in anticipation.
Bill aimed for that open mouth. Her quivering rim brushed his swooping cock. He descended into its scalding vacuum, groaning.
"Oh, yeah," he muttered, stuffing her with his throbbing engorgement. "Swallow me, baby. Suck my dick."
Kathy absorbed his lumbering shaft. She caressed his prickly flanks. Her fingertips sketched vivid circles. Bill's thick cock stifled her contentment.
Dazed by her sucking embrace, Bill drove himself to the hilt. Her tongue continued its luxurious waltz. He watched those famished lips gobble him.
Nick studied the stimulating flow of Kathy's hands. Bill's flushed countenance and the hot pursuit of Kathy's snaring lips intrigued him. Bill leaned into her face, making his cock disappear. The female executive, who seemed vastly conservative, yielded a brutal suck.
Nick recalled how she fought in his arms just before Bill stuck the disc on her. Her struggles had aroused him. That thrashing ass gave him a boner. For the duration of the questioning, giving Kathy Norfolk the fuck of her life dominated his thoughts.
Now she was a tigress, supreme.
Kathy took large quantities of Bill. Those moist, weaving lips were familiar with cock. The projection of elegance and intelligence did not prevent her from stuffing her cheeks with it.
Nick knelt beside Bill and let his cock jut in Kathy's face. He wanted to be sucked, too. Her warm, anxious breath fanned his dick. He caught her flash of tongue before it touched him. She skimmed the boundary of his rotund helmet. Her saliva was liquid fire. Bubbles collected on his susceptible skin, popping after several sizzling moments. She applied another lash. His cock started to leak. Precum oozed from his tip.
Bill alighted from his face-straddling position and settled beside Kathy. She stretched out to provide Nick some tongue-tickling delight. Lavishly, she licked his cock. She made his skin slippery, dripping with spit.
"Christ," he quietly uttered, sloping toward that tip to receive its furious dabs. He tremulously trailed her jawbone. He rocked on his heels, soaring with each slurp. "More."
Bill's brow furrowed. "Finish him off, baby. Drain him."
Her lips widened to enclose him. She caught Nick's throbbing mass, then tugged him into her steamy maw. His cock descended in her throat. Adjusting to his diameter, her mouth wrapped about his taut skin.
Nick's pupils curved in their sockets. "Oh, yeah. Take the whole thing." She pulled him into that tingling vacuum. The warm depression of her tongue, compounded by the tightening of those lips, left him dazed. After reclaiming his wits, he began shafting her face in earnest. His dick swung into the ready mouth, buried to the stump. "Suck it," he groaned. Her salivary heat encased him. "Swallow that cock."
Kathy delivered the tongue-swirling fury he craved. She drew him into a sweltering pucker, rippling over that rigid column. She raked his quivering buttocks with her nails while feeding herself that throat-reaching member.
Kathy's heart-shaped ass provoked Bill. Hunched over, she afforded him a point of entry. Manually taking control of that rump, he brought it level with his cock. Spreading those cheeks apart, he glimpsed her dewy entrance. Giving blow jobs evidently excited her. That cunt was ready to accept him for doggie-style action. Pinning back those lush crescents, he fit his plump crown into her juicy slot. Kathy involuntarily sucked him into her sticky passage.
Kathy abruptly withdrew from Nick. "Ohhh," she moaned, pausing from her oral feast. Bill's jarring introduction warranted that intermission. She took a moment to savor his immersion. "Oh, yeah. Cram it into me." His cock sank through her moist, clutching folds. Leaning against him, she hitched her pussy. His balls swelled against her cheeks.
Once Bill reassembled his thoughts, he began to thrust. Kathy's snatch gripped him to the base. Clasping her tiny waist, he rhythmically pumped her. That soggy snatch caught and released him, taking in inches. In and out his dick went, greased from her slick lips.
Nick watched Bill, streaked with sweat, flex from his thrusts. That hairy stomach came steadily at Kathy. The whack of his balls reverberated. Bill's vacant stare related his solid connection.
Kathy had no problem simultaneously servicing them. The itch that dwelled deep in her pussy required tremendous scratching. These studs worked toward assuaging that pestering ache.
Rivulets of sweat coursed down Bill's fevered brow. His chest glistened. Her grabbing pussy nearly induced arrhythmia. He watched his puncturing member disappear in that ravenous hole. Kathy swiveled her hips, furnishing him a moving target. He drove into that tight cunt with dizzying satisfaction. He slapped her backside, his balls tapping those buns.
"Fuck me," Kathy implored. "Fuck me."
Bill accelerated his thrusts. He stroked that wet pussy, giving it his all. He gasped as he went deep, penetrating juicy pulp. Despite his grinding crunch, that luscious ass came back to him for more of the same. He gasped as it fully consumed his rock-hard thing.
Kathy did not complain of his urgent grip. Bill dug into her tender flesh, yet that swift, driving pressure turned her on.
"I'm going to shoot," Nick blurted. He shook his head, unable to shake off the impulse.
"Swallow it," Bill ordered Kathy. "Gulp his jism."
"Mmmmm."
Nick's pleasure crested. He spasmed in Kathy's mouth. Hot, delicious cum jetted onto her tongue, then flowed down her throat. Kathy dispatched that creamy torrent as quickly as it spurted. By the time Nick dislodged his cock, he'd been sucked dry.
Bill, digesting every draining moment, plowed into Kathy. He nearly jizzed. His loins brewed fire juice. He felt the embers sparking in his groin. Digging further into that sodden cunt, he wanted to shoot. That hot, squeezing pulp demanded his cum. He shafted that wet cooze.
"Yeah," Kathy moaned. She moved along with him, pelting him with her butt cheeks. From her flushed expression, she seemed prepared to climax. Reaching between her legs, she fingered the exposed section of his cock.
Bill pumped her harder and harder, at the brink of discharge. Kathy responded to his rapid slide. The color blossomed in her cheeks. He thought of Claudia, about to receive his load. That vision launched some furious spurting.
"Ohhh," she sobbed, peaking. She squeaked with joy. Slamming backward, she got the most of what he directed. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming."
Bill poured liquid fire into her snatch. It rocketed from his aching balls. His seizure nearly wrenched his gut apart. Yeah, Claudia, he silently howled, creaming in Kathy's pussy. All this is for you. He filled her pussy, squirt after squirt. His expulsion took place without disclosing those incendiary thoughts.
Kathy mewled after his inundation. Bill, unhitching himself from that drenched cunt, groaned on his haunches. Turning to Nick, she enclosed his cock. Up and down those tight fingers went, reviving his hard-on. His skin, still sticky with her saliva, bunched and stretched. She could feel it grow in her fist.
"I want you to fuck me," she said.
Nick slowly climbed onto her. That jerking motion prepared him for entry. Her raw expression fired him up. "Yeah," he said, "I'll fuck you."
She stuffed him into her pussy. Her lips rounded as he tunneled into her.
Behind two-way glass, Claudia gloated. "The horny little fool. She's betrayed her company, and it hasn't even occurred to her."
Jon, monitoring Kathy Norfolk's inquisition, jotted a few notes on his slate. Abducting her from Swift's premises had been a fruitless venture. The girl knew virtually nothing that supported their cause. Claudia had pressed for her capture, claiming every executive should be grilled.
Claudia noticed Jon's lukewarm reception to her comment. She mentioned, "Vanessa Storm is hot on our trail, and must be stopped."
He carefully masked his emotions. "How do you know that?"
"I had a lengthy discussion with Tom Griffith, Swift's Systems Officer. He told me F.U.R. wants to halt our operation permanently."
Jon let out a sigh of relief. He discovered that he had accidentally dropped the disc used on Janine Fowler. Undoubtedly, Vanessa had found it. He didn't want to admit that he'd been trailing her. Vanessa intrigued him. He yearned to explore that fascination a little while longer. "Talk is cheap, as we both know. Leave her to me."
Claudia's eye twinkled. "Why? Do you find her attractive?"
Clever Claudia, he thought. She was extraordinarily smart. A woman could always read a man, regardless of the front he projected. "She's attractive, yes."
"More that I?" Claudia delved.
Jon was aware of Claudia's interest. Unlike the rest of B.O.N.E., Jon neglected to salivate over her. Bill Ellis, the man who had questioned Kathy Norfolk, was more likely to fall over himself getting Claudia into bed than he. Jon knew too much about her. Claudia's evil side soured his feelings. Nevertheless, he was diplomatic about it. "I never mingle with members of the workplace. That's been my hard and fast rule."
"You're no fun, Jon. I would have expected you to be more daring. Why not cut loose?"
Jon refused to encourage her. She was very sexy, but he opted to take a pass. "Did Griffith supply you with anything valuable?"
"You're changing the subject, Jon." She rubbed up against him. Watching Kathy Norfolk's transformation from moth to flame stimulated her. She didn't need two men to satisfy her. She suspected Jon would do a fine job by himself. "Wouldn't it be nice, just for once, to forget about the mission and be naughty?"
Jon tingled from her seductive brush. Temptation was short-lived. The deviant agent simply did not flip his switch. "Focus on collecting the one hundred million dollars from Swift, and let Vanessa Storm be my headache."
Claudia blustered at his rejection. "You want her. I can tell."
"I don't want a snafu," he maintained, "whether she or any other F.U.R. agent is to blame."
Claudia did not buy his nonchalance, nor did he care. His primary objective was to keep the two women separate. Claudia's villainy could reach epic proportions, if provoked. Jon flinched at the thought of exposing Vanessa to it.