Chapter 1
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.