Chapter 5
After spending considerable time reviewing the agreement, Allan Black scribbled his signature on the dotted line. His attorney witnessed his scrawl, then presented the binding contract to the counter parties.
"Gentlemen," Dave Rossow declared upon rereading, "I believe we have a deal."
Allan Black broke into a smile. "Champagne for all. Let us toast to the future."
The marriage between the software and hardware giants had been privately conducted in the executive suite of a lavish hotel. Merging had been a lengthy, cumbersome process that began nearly a year before, with explorative dialogue, and climaxed with the officiating signatures.
Martek, known for their sophisticated computer chips, had long been attracted to Data-Safe, encryption software specialists. Most major corporations adopted the multi-layer password protected programs created by Data-Safe as their standard. Martek, conversely, competed for market share on the high-speed performance processors demanded by network servers. To coin an old phrase, it was a match made in heaven.
Both men, in their early thirties, had seen their company's growth from inception. The decision to unite came after much deliberation. Neither wished their efforts to be sabotaged by the other. Because they found no duplication, they happily concluded that their services complemented each other.
Inevitably, they were pleased with the result.
"May we speak alone?" Allan requested of Dave after the Dom Perignon had been poured.
"Naturally."
The two men adjourned to a remote room, where they were afforded the desired seclusion. The sounds of merriment emanating from the front portion of the suite were greatly reduced when shutting the heavy oak door.
"Have you inspected the latest draft of our blueprint?" Allan asked.
"Indeed, I have. You've incorporated a spot for the encryption software on the processing chip, rather than having it exist on the hard drive."
Allan spoke animatedly. No other computer giant had created an equivalent product. Unauthorized entry would result in an automatic lockup. Nobody could bypass its complicated password structure and operate the system. He was on the brink of applying for the copyright. The contract had to be negotiated before he could proceed. Naturally, the matter was kept under the strictest confidence. "This will be a tremendous breakthrough for us, an advancement in technology like no one has seen. If we could just-"
The door flew open and a man strode toward them. Three stunning women followed. Allan glanced at Dave, who looked dubious as to their abrupt presence.
"What is the meaning of this intrusion?" Allan indignantly barked. "This is a private discussion."
"Yes," Dave snapped, unaccustomed to having that right violated. "Kindly remove yourselves."
"Shut up."
The man whipped out a metal rod and swung it out at Dave, who tried averting it and was touched on the arm. Sparks flew. The shock seemed to be static-based. A wicked jolt went to his bone.
"Shit!" Dave doubled over in pain.
Allan met with that gadget next. A simple graze resulted in teeth-clenching agony. He broke into a drenching sweat. "What the hell is this all about?"
The women stepped forward to lend assistance. One helped Dave into a chair; the other two led Allan to a leather sofa. The men deferred to their seductive escorts. Neither trusted his balance, or could grasp a lucid thought after that unexpected trauma.
The man who had dispensed that unpleasant surprise surveyed them with dismay. His name was Terry McGuire and he was an agent of B.O.N.E. His use of the Mind Zapper had been limited on that pair. After witnessing its effect, he was troubled by a separate memory.
Allan Black, the dark-haired and future president of Martek, was trim and athletic. His glasses gave him a cultured mien. The chicks, Celeste and Collette, took an immediately liking to him. They caressed him while he heavily perspired on the sofa. They basked at his feet, caressing his thighs, loosening his tie and delving inside his shirt. Allan, breathing hard, swallowed several times during their tantalizing fascination.
He was being in McGuire's estimation, expertly handled. Celeste and Collette were stacked blondes, with the most dazzling blue eyes ever. The babes, clad in skintight jumpsuits, exhibited succulent curves.
Dave, blond and blue-eyed, was taller than Allan but less attractive. His pockmarked face marred his appearance. The black-framed glasses he wore softened his presentation. That hadn't stopped Raven, the lanky brunette, from stroking him. She, too, seemed mesmerized by the man.
Terry had been given precise instructions on interrogating them. According to B.O.N.E., it took several minutes for the initial charge to ravage a nervous system. That single shock would force their cooperation. Evaluating them, he expected total acquiescence for his line of questioning.
Collette unbelted Allan and reached inside his pants. She had his cock in her hand before Terry interrupted. "Not now."
Raven lowered her skintight uniform, revealing her utter nakedness beneath. Holding her breasts, she brought them to Dave's mouth.
"No," Terry motioned. "Afterward."
The minxes were disappointed. Their craving amused Terry. Despite their average looks, the men were showered with attention.
Terry put away his electrical weapon and began. "Where are the master blueprints?" he asked Allan Black.
The words freely sprang from his tongue. "Our company vault."
"You must promptly surrender them to us. Give me your access code."
The sequence of numbers came in stilted fashion. Allan did not have the will to oppose him. Still trembling from incapacitation, he slouched on the sofa. Celeste sat beside him, supporting his weight. Collette, kneeling in front of him, restricted her grope to his arms and thighs.
Terry switched to Dave, who obtained a titillating shoulder massage from Raven. Her slender fingers dipped inside his shirt, raked his nipples and yet went no further. Per Terry's direction, she refrained from fully exploring him. "I need all the written code for your scrambling method. Where is it stored?"
Dave divulged its location in monotone, along with key components that established their reputation for unrivaled programming.
Terry was pleased with their cooperation, yet couldn't shake the queasy feeling in his stomach. A fellow officer and personal friend, Greg Newton, recently suffered an unusual setback that prompted B.O.N.E. to decommission him in Antarctica. Terry could not fathom the basis for his change in behavior, but after studying the men's reactions to the Mind Zapper, suspected foul play.
Greg Newton had been sent at Morgana Finch's recommendation. She also spearheaded the Mind Zapper development, which was the next technological step after the retirement of the truth disc. Terry saw a connection.
He shrugged off his reservations and forced himself to return to the present. The men responded without hesitation to other illuminating questions. Their answers were mentally recorded. Terry, blessed with an excellent memory, locked in their measured replies.
The young women grew restless. Their yearning for the men was quite apparent.
Terry addressed Allan and Dave. They were valueless to him and his organization. He gleaned from them the most essential information. It would be copied and sold to the highest bidder in the scientific arena. "To reward you for your compliance, gentlemen, you may be pleasured by these outstanding females. I will notify the others in your party that you won't be joining them anytime soon. Unfortunately, I must leave. You've generously supplied me the necessary tools. Thank you."
Terry departed the room, masking his disturbance with the nagging truth. Greg had been a good friend. He disliked B.O.N.E.'s cold dismissal of him.
Allan was conscious of Collette's drifting fingers. Celeste's perfumed aroma lured him into an agreeable frame. The cross-examination forgotten, he stirred at their alluring closeness. He couldn't possibly ignore the excitement they generated. His dick hardened in his boxers and formed an unmistakable tent.
"You're ours," Celeste purred in his ear, "to do with as we wish."
"We're going to make you smile all over,"
Collette promised, swerving over his bulge. Allan responded with a hearty throb. "Mmmmmm. All over."
Sex had been the farthest thing on his mind that evening, but after their strange episode, Allan thirsted for it. He could scarcely wait for that blonde with the feathery bangs and the dazzling eyes to get her mouth on his dick. Equally, he longed for her friend to take off her clothes and show him the goods.
Dave was in a similar predicament. The dark-haired beauty let her close-fitting outfit fall to her waist. Her pear-shaped tits made his mouth water-in particular, the jutting, pink nuggets. She pressed one to his lips, then ground herself to his face until he licked it.
"Oh, yeah," came her breathless retort. "Don't stop."
Dave grew in his pants. His cock automatically thickened and enlarged at her provocation. Her light tracing soon had him straining his front. He held her tit and tenderly sucked it.
Celeste joined Collette between Allan's spread legs. Their tongues raced up and down his shaft, disbursing kisses and licks to his satisfaction. He watched, through glazed eyes, their rippling movements. Foamy spit gradually layered his cock. He dragged fresh air into his lungs as they wetted him, then harshly exhaled. Their ticklish activity was un-like anything he'd had before. He couldn't remember being so horny.
Raven removed the rest of her outfit, displaying a shaved pussy. The lack of hair immensely aroused Dave. He ached to separate those bald flaps while they were in his mouth.
Raven, attuned to his starved look, granted him that wish. Placing her feet on the chair's arms, she climbed and molded her shorn mound to his face. "Put your tongue in me," she softly invited, "and make me moan."
Dave obeyed.
Neither man rated himself a stud, nor did they seek an explanation for their improved prowess. The babes summoned an irreversible lust. They abandoned themselves to the moment, partaking of the flesh offered.
"Damn," Allan gasped as Collette's lips wove to his base. He inched into her throat, caressed by hot air. Celeste doubled his bliss by washing his balls with concentrated saliva. A heavenly sensation, he couldn't easily digest it.
Collette deep-throated him-a phenomenon he hadn't previously enjoyed. His dick pulsed in that warm vacuum, energized by her twisting clasp. She sucked strongly, drawing pre-cum from his head, then snaked her way to his balls. Those lips vibrated at the tense pouch. He gasped as she rubbed his sensitive veins, keeping him damp and hard. That tongue was hadn't idled for a second.
Lick after lick, Celeste moistened his balls. Her sloppy glaze trickled down his inner thighs. Fortunately, she'd taken off his suit trousers, sparing him from accidental soiling. Her ample drool coated his taut sac after several whisks.
Collette's oral pull wore down his endurance. Allan suddenly erupted in her mouth. He couldn't refuse those moist, sucking lips. Hot cum jetted onto her mobile tongue. He thrashed on the sofa as she noisily gulped his load.
"Oh, fuck," Allan groaned, surrendering to the yank of that ecstasy-giving mouth. "Arghh."
Collette swallowed his creamy inundation, but didn't wind down her efforts. On the contrary, she sucked him back to life. Normally, he would have been done. She worked on him with stimulating force, weaving back and forth, until he had a full-fledged erection. His dick stayed rigid after its gooey purge, and given his tremors, was ready for more.
Collette's lips slipped off of him, giving him a parting lick, then relinquished him to Celeste. The other blonde's mouth swiftly covered him in a wave of smothering warmth.
Allan gritted his teeth, then submitted to her cock-riling pirouettes. He elevated his hips to meet that unremitting gobble. It didn't matter that they shared him. He honestly liked it.
Gyrating her hips, Raven clutched Dave's head and rammed herself into his extended tongue. He speared her sopping hole, then wriggled inside. Honey ran to his tip, then streamed to his throat. He gulped her endless supply.
After letting the luscious brunette ride his tongue, he pulled out and tickled her clit. He hooked that pink pebble, detecting its fierce beat, and roughly brushed it. Raven quivered against him, jamming her snatch between his lips. Her squealing exhalations made him lick her faster.
"Oh, yeah," she droned, "I'm going to cum."
He could feel her tension mounting as she steadily climbed to orgasm. Her love bud twitched beneath his moist revolutions. Pinning it down, he intensely jiggled.
She buckled against his trained tip, struggling to breathe, then went slack. Dave detached himself from her pulsating button. Stringy saliva bridged that pussy to his mouth. She arched her back, moaning, trying to regain her composure. He glimpsed her expression and noted the faraway look in her eyes. Historically, driving a woman to that point rarely occurred.
Dave let her fall onto his lap. Waiting for her was his stiff cock, which he had furtively removed from his trousers. Her cute tush dropped into his extended palms. He spread her cheeks, then lowered her onto his bulbous knob.
"Ohhhh," Raven sobbed, sinking on him. He saw the fire in her eyes as she received him. Her cunt enclosed him in a greasy clasp.
Dave gritted his teeth as that wet pussy devoured him. The slick conflict defied description.
Celeste moaned to the left. Allan, covering her naked body, stuck his cock into her. Holding her tanned thighs apart, he drove his entire thing until gone. His balls bulged at her sopping entrance, unable to take more. He hammered her ass into the sofa, fueled by excitement.
"Fuck me," Celeste pleaded, feeling his thrust up to her tits. She cupped her large breasts and squeezed the nipples. "Fuck me as hard as you can."
Allan did exactly that. Without tempering his strokes, he witnessed the change in her demeanor. Her beautiful face transformed into a mask of shivering joy. He pumped her soaked loins with all the strength at his command.
Behind him, Collette lapped his balls. Her tongue slid over him until her saliva dribbled from his flesh. When she was through, she lay on top of him. He could feel her sopping cunt slide over his flexing butt cheeks. She writhed, getting caught up his feverish rhythm. By firmly pressing herself, she unfurled her pussy and rubbed him with her clit. She hugged herself to him, achieving maximum friction.
"Oh, God," Colette sobbed. "Yes. Fuck her, baby. Pound her with cock."
Allan made Celeste feel his passion. He jammed her with solid bone while flattening himself to those big tits. He gasped in her gorgeous face, caught in the jaws of that sapping weakness. The knowledge he was about to lose control nagged at him.
Colette worked herself into a frenzy. She plunged her fingers into Allan when spasming. Prolonging her splendor wasn't distantly an option. "Oh, baby," she murmured, cumming. "Ohhhh."
Raven rode Dave's cock in luxury. Grasping his sturdy thighs, she leaned back and savored the excursion. Her snatch took him in lazy servings. "Oh, yeah, baby. Fill my pussy."
Dave winced at the strain of her tight cunt. She lifted and dropped herself over his swollen member, cramming him into that juicy groove. Her pussy expanded and greased every bit he had. He relished her slick movement. He rose into her quivering middle, packing it with cock. His lap became damp from her outpourings of lust.
"I want you to cum inside me," she whispered, peering into his eyes. "Don't hold back. All that squirting gives me a rush."
Dave doubted the possibility. Those sucking pussy lips had him at her mercy. He'd had all he could handle. His guttural cry sounded, warning her he was almost there.
"Arghh," he howled. "Arghh."
Raven came before him. She'd taken what she most needed from that hard, burrowing shaft. Her mouth trembled as she arrived at that shivering juncture.
Dave, groaning, poured his full amount into that snatch. Her snug walls milked him of cum.
Colette slid off of Allan, moaning. He pulled out of Celeste and creamed in her blonde bush. His dense ejaculate accumulated on the feathery mound while he shuddered.
Celeste couldn't move, yet she lay under him with a smile. The contraption Terry McGuire used on him turned Allan Black into a stud extraordinaire. It had been the fuck of her life.
Mmmmm. Bless B.O.N.E.