Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was my chance.

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

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

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

"Let me see them."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Randy said nothing, digesting the hush of my words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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