Chapter 2
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.