Randi Storm First Assignment

Randi Storm: First Assignment

By Cezanne DuValle

As translated by Désirée Étoile

Note:

This entire story is a fantasy.

Vital Info

Unquenchable Desire - Maximum Pleasure Products

'

most popular product, an aphrodisiac for both men and woman designed to help get and keep horny people 'in the mood'. It comes in an ornate black bottle and smells like mangoes. It is made from silicon and other natural substances and is dispensed in the form of a lube. It is expected that there will also an aerosol version available.

M.U.F.F

.

- Also known as Mischievous Underworld Femme Fatales, a criminal organization founded and run by women, but which also uses men as operatives when necessary.

Resist Me Not - A restricted version of Unquenchable Desire, whose additional effects include loss of free will, uncontrollable truth telling and memory loss.

W.C.S.S.

-

Worldwide Cyber Security Service, an international private detective/cyber security company.

Le Mont de Vénus - World famous house of ill repute near Paris, France.

Horny Times - An imaginary publication dedicated to all things porn.

Kyla Cole - A glamourous pornstar, circa 2000, featured in Andrew Blake's flics The Villa, Exhibitionists and others. She also appeared in many photoshoots for various pornsites.

Editor's Intrusion

Randi Storm.

Any lover of fine porn will be familiar with the name of Miss Cezanne DuValle's horniest and sexiest undercover agent, a woman who never let a mission stand in the way of a good cum. A worthy successor to Peter O'Donnell's Modesty Blaise, Randi Storm could always be depended upon to bring her vast array of erotic and other skills to the service of her mission.

Last year, the luscious and scintillating dark-haired-bombshell, Kyla Cole, brought the character fully to life in a performance that left many a masculine theatre goer with semen-stained pants. The women were no better off, with their own cum-soaked panties. So popular was the movie, Randi Storm: First Assignmen t, that its author, Cezanne DuValle, was asked to adapt her screenplay into a novel.

She did so and the novel proved to be equally popular.

And now Horny Times publications is proud to reprint this excerpt as translated by DuValle's protégée Désirée Étoile.

Enjoy.

Hilton Hotel: London, England

The

International Conference on Advanced Computer Engineering

had just wrapped up its annual convention and Carl Baker was preparing to check out of his suite. He was zipping up his travel luggage when he was suddenly overcome by an old, familiar urge, an urge he had never been able to resist. He had a sudden need for pussy.

He went on the internet and found the website of

Le Mont de Vénus

. He logged on and was intrigued by the following announcement:

To Our Most Valued Patrons:

Le Mont de Vénus is proud to announce a new service available to our international patrons. Now offering shuttle service to and from Charles de Gaulle International Airport.

Book your courtesan and let us know your arrival time and you're all set! Ride in style, then come to Le Mont and really ride in style!

Yours in Lust,

Madame Coralie Basset

"Excellent!" he thought. "I won't even need a taxi!"

He went to the cyber nook marked available courtesans and looked through the section marked: "New to

Le Mont de Vénus

. His eyes became riveted on a raven-haired buxom beauty named Randi Storm. She was dressed in a purple sweater who's mildly plunging neckline hinted at large boobs. He found her irresistible. Gorgeous in fact. There was a second picture of her sitting astride a chair with her tits and dark pussy hair plainly visible beneath a sheer-black bodysuit.

He began to drool from simply staring at the two images. She neared feminine perfection! He decided, then and there, that he just had to have her!

He initiated a zoom call and was astonished that such a heavenly vision was available. Unbelievable! What luck! He booked his tryst and arranged for his shuttle service.

Little did he know, but the computer had been hacked by W.C.S.S. and that his appointment was with Randi Storm, W.C.S.S. agent!

W.C.S.S. European Headquarters, Paris, France

"Come in, Miss Storm, come in and have a seat," said Malcom Kingman, my Boss, waving me in.

I took my seat in the leather upholstered chair sitting directly in front of the oversized desk.

"Let me do a quick review," he said looking down at my dossier. "Ah, yes, high scores in marksmanship and judgement with the Sig P365, similar marks in the art of seduction, in computer tech, in communication and other skills, etc. Marsha, you trainer has stated that you are ready for field work." Looking up, he asked, "How do you feel?"

"Ready for anything you care to give me, Boss," I said bravely.

"Excellent! In that case, welcome to

W.C.S.S., (

Worldwide Cyber Security Services). You're now officially a field agent for the firm. As you know, we like to start off our new field agents with something simple, to get them used to handling 'tradecraft' without supervision.

"Now, one of our chief clients,

Advanced Microchips, Ltd.

has recently experienced a serious security breach. We believe that our chief nemesis,

M.U.F.F., ( Mischievous Underworld Femme Fatales )

has compromised and blackmailed Dr. Carl Baker, Chief of the Design and Fabrication Division. He is our prime suspect. The schematics and related documentation for their latest innovation, the TP3000 microchip have come up missing. They were under his direct control.

"A recent security review revealed serious gambling debts and frequent trysts with French hookers as serious concerns. Presently, he is in London, but tomorrow, sources tell us, he will be conducting a private auction here in Paris.

"We must recover the info first. It must

not

be destroyed. The loss in dollars and man hours would be considerable and could lead to a serious competitive disadvantage in the international marketplace and possibly bankruptcy.

"Tonight, he plans to be getting his rocks off at Madame Coralie Basset's world-famous Parisian cathouse,

Le Mont de Vénus

.

"We've arranged to intercept him in our limo. You're to seduce him using

Resist Me Not

. Acquire the access codes to his personal computers, hand them over to Renee DuBouis so she can retrieve the files and ransack his place. We need you to keep him busy 'till the data is recovered. That's it. Are you prepared?"

I opened my blouse to display my naked tits. Then I hiked my skirt and showed him the black-haired pussy beneath my sheer white panties. He stood and looked down and gave an appreciative whistle.

"As you can see, I'm ready and willing for anything, Boss!" I said earnestly, knowing that W.C.S.S. agents must always be ready to seduce and fuck at the drop of a hat.

"Excellent, Miss Storm. Excellent. I knew we could count on you!"

I allowed my feet to fall back to the floor while I asked, "Are we certain about his arrival time?"

"He's scheduled his pickup, or so he thinks. He'll be flying in on British Airways Flight 3678. You're to pick him up in our limo and drain him of the info we need to crack his computers. Then keep him busy while we raid his apartment."

"Am I even his type? What kind of woman does he normally go for?"

"He isn't all that picky. He likes blondes, brunettes, redheads, freckles, big boobs or normal boobs. It doesn't seem to matter as long as the woman is young, attractive and promiscuous. He's willing to fuck almost any woman, anytime, anywhere. He would be a great W.C.S.S. agent if it weren't for a few minor foibles. He'll find you irresistible!"

"Foibles being..." I asked.

"Stealing his employer's property, for one! Being an out-of-control pussy-hound for another!"

"Something wrong with being a pussy-hound?" I asked, perplexed.

"There is when you become a security risk! He could be an addict."

"A pussy addict," I mused, then said, "Wait! That describes most men! In any case, how will I recognize him?"

He passed over another dossier. I spent a few minutes leafing through the pages, I murmured, "Doctor's degree, Computer Science, M.I.T. First assignment, Entry level Microchip Designer, rose to head his department in a few short years...Now, at twenty-eight he heads the

Design and Fabrication Division of Advanced Microchips, Ltd.

, the most secretive and technological microchip design firm on the planet." Then I looked up, "So he's a nerd. Why is he doing this? Why is this chip so special? Haven't computer chips been around for decades?"

"They have, but this one is special. If built, it would serve as the heart of a quantum computer."

"A what?" I asked, perplexed.

"A quantum computer. Computer chips that run so fast and give off so much heat, they can only be operated in sub-zero environments."

"That sounds downright frosty!" I said, shivering at the thought.

"Not to worry. They haven't made one yet, or so I understand. They're still in the design stage. You simply need to keep him busy and allow Renee to recover the plans and sabotage his activities. His flight arrives at 7 p.m."

The Lust Limo

Carl Baker consulted his gold wristwatch while waiting for his luggage at the turnstile. He was impatient. The lure of hot, steamy pussy was overwhelming. He fancied himself a lady-killer and the thoughts of Randi's hairy furrow was never far from his mind ever since he saw her pics on the website.

His cellphone rang and he answered, "Hello? Carl Baker here."

"Mr. Baker? Randi Storm," said the soft, seductive voice. "Just letting you know that your ride is waiting out front."

"Great! I'm still waiting for my luggage. Be there in a few."

"I'll be waiting!"

It was twenty minutes before Carl emerged and spotted me leaning against the door of the limo. I was dressed in a red and black bodice and nylons, together with pink trimmings, ready for action. I collected a wolf whistle from a passerby, together with multiple feminine frowns of disapproval. I moved aside, and he saw the world-famous embossed image of a woman riding a man's cock, together with the words,

Le Mont de Vénus

.

Only in France, would such a lust-filled display receive public acceptance or tolerance, if you prefer. Frenchmen weren't shy about sex, my favorite indoor sport.

He approached and I gave him a kiss, them escorted him to the trunk, where he placed his luggage.

Once inside the limo, we took our places on opposing seats. He looked around the interior and saw that it was luxurious. The windows were dark to allow privacy. He failed to notice the barrier that shielded the driver from unwanted distractions. The passenger area was designed for comfort, privacy and was soundproofed and airtight.

"You're very beautiful!" he said, with the beginnings of a hypnotic look in his eyes.

"Thank you," I said smiling. I flipped a switch and said, "Driver, we're ready to leave now."

The limo pulled away and the sounds of lite jazz as well as the nearly invisible mist of

Resist Me Not!

began to fill the interior.

I knew that it wouldn't be long before his judgement would be clouded, and he would be putty in my hands.

"Care for a drink, Mr. Baker? Drive time to

Le Mont

is about an hour. Let's indulge ourselves."

I handed him a wine cooler from the fridge as I popped the lid on one of my own. I sipped slowly and watched patiently. He began leisurely sipping his own wine cooler. A few minutes in, and I observed the symptoms of dawning lust.

I spread my legs to reveal my dark, hairy pussy. His eyes became riveted as he continued to sip with one hand and unconsciously stroke his trousers with the other.

I decided that it was time to get the party started.

I set my drink aside and removed the bodice and cupped my tits.

He eyed my melons with rising lust.

"I need your help, Carl!" I whispered seductively pointed to my hairy muff. Like a true pussy-hound he hurled himself forward and quickly had his face clamped against my cunt.

He licked with enthusiasm, using his fingers to part the lips of my pussy Was it a genuine love of muff-munching or was it the irresistible effects of

Resist Me Not!?

Who cares?

"

Ohhhhhh!

" I moaned suddenly. His tongue had found my clit, and I experienced my own rising lust.

Earlier, I had taken an antidote to the aphrodisiac and could keep my lustful inclinations somewhat in check.

Somewhat, but not completely. I was nevertheless, a highly trained professional.

The limo was so well constructed that the ride was almost bump-free. A mild bump later and he looked up with a face soaked in pussy juice.

I flipped a switch so all interior sounds could be recorded and transmitted to the field agents waiting patiently inside Carl's apartment

"Sit here," I said as I padded the seat next to me. I took a good look, and his eyes had the glazed look of a man 'under the influence.'

He was ready.

I whispered seductively, "I'll make a deal with you, Carl. Tell me what I want to know, and I'll let you fuck me.

"Okay!" he muttered with minimal comprehension.

"Strip!" I commanded. He had begun to pant with tiny intakes of breath. I watched as he broke into a sweat and began removing his polo shirt.

"That's it, Mr. Baker. Now for your pants...Splendid!...We'll be fucking in no time!"

My lips curled as my eyes fell to the surprisingly large cock that was revealed after he shucked himself out of his pants and shorts. Unconsciously, he began slowly stroking his rod with long, sensual fingers. Truthfully, I couldn't wait to be pronged by his stiff tool. I caressed his firm, lanky thighs in eager anticipation. He was in remarkably good shape for a nerd.

"Don't try to fight it, Carl," I whispered seductively, patting his leg. "It won't be long now." W.C.S.S. had rented a bungalow near

Le Mont

. It was also near his apartment.

We were a half-hour into our journey, and I decided that it was time, for the interrogation to begin.

I gave his cock a few cursory licks before I raised my eyes to his and asked, "How do we gain access to your desktop p.c.?"

He had begun breathing heavily, and said, ""First, you need my fingerprint..."

I immediately flipped a switch and said, "Driver! Find a place to park!" Fortunately, we were but a short drive to the bungalow. He instantly pulled off the roadway and into the parking lot of a grocery store.

I reached into a side compartment and extracted a molding kit. Two minutes later, I had made two rubber replicas of Carl's fingerprints.

I opened a panel and tossed them on the front seat while saying, "Driver, let's go to the bungalow."

I was almost overcome with lust.

"Yes," I reassured him as my hand moved up his thigh. "I'm here and I'm yours!" I palmed the burgeoning shape of his cock. Carl Baker swelled beneath my grasp, growing larger with each stroke. "Sex," I murmured, rubbing him. "Sex is what you want."

He groaned from my sensuous massage. He did not dispute my statement. His body writhed in anticipation.

I leaned over and took him into my mouth. He gasped as my warm, wet lips enclosed him. His breathing quickened as he endured my exquisite sucking. Up and down my mouth moved, sealing within my humid lips.

Carl steered himself into my oral warmth. He barely contained his gasp of ecstasy. He pushed himself wholly into my face. I swallowed as much of him as I could, periodically licking and kissing his balls and cock.

I peered at him while sucking. His black spheres glazed over. He gripped my shoulders firmly, savoring the tingling vacuum.

"Oh, yeah," he whispered. His Adam's apple rippled. He began gulping air. The fog that obscured his vision lifted. He stared at the head buried in his lap. I drew powerfully on him, swallowing traces of precum seepage. Slowly, he extracted himself. He groaned as those moist lips clung to his taut skin. Bubbles of saliva dripped from his cock.

"

Ahhhhhhh!

" he suddenly moaned.

Meticulously, I licked Carl's balls. He seemed emotionally shorthanded for this jolting reception. He lurched at my initial gyration, then shuddered. My subsequent slurps caused him to reel. His cock stood tall and throbbing. I disbursed my cascade of lather, one fragmenting whip after another. His taut sac became sticky with drool.

I caressed his trim thighs. Carl trembled beneath my feathery touch. I pulled him to my open mouth and filled it. I dragged his bloated crown across my tongue before lowering him into that pleasing void. "

Mmmm

," I hummed against his trapped flesh more than once. "

Mmmmm

."

Carl probed my oral heat. My sensual lips rolled forward, consuming his rigid shaft. Gritting his teeth, he pushed into that ticklish vacuum and derived its benefits. Sweat trickled from his forehead. Clutching the back of my head, he fed me the sum of his cock.

I took him in a deep, whimpering suck. My fingertips dug into his legs. My eyes sparkled while I absorbed him. My lush lips offered superb friction. Back and forth they went, twisting around his lengthy cock.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, plunging far into my mouth. "Suck it."

He sliced into that velvety refuge, letting hot saliva spill over his dick. I accepted him with ease. My cheeks bulged from my consumption of him. I enjoyed having that part of him stuffed in my face.

"Yes," he said, groaning from her sloppy greeting.

My flickering tongue stole the air from his lungs. I disgorged myself of him, then trailed his road map of veins. "Keep it going," he muttered, lifting himself from the seat to meet those sucking lips. "Oh, yeah. Suck me. Keep it wet."

I obeyed. Hungrily attached to his pulsating member, I went into a swoon. Licking those pronounced veins, along with the tense skin, kept me busy. I provided him pulse-leaping tongue activity.

His oncoming cock muffled my sobs. He listened to the slick sounds of my lips rubbing his slippery probe. I lashed his underside with serpentine precision. Carl grunted in satisfaction and buried himself to the hilt.

He tracked the disappearance of his shaft. He worked my cock-loving lips with sure, even strokes. The clamor I made in swallowing further inflamed him. I streamed to the bottom, furnishing him a shiny coat.

I pushed my nose into his dark nest, inhaling his male scent. The sweat of his balls filled my nostrils. My tongue wiggled along his base. I sucked hard, obtaining another drop of his creamy fluid. Carl emitted more precum. I sensed he was on the very brink of cumming.

"

Ahhhhhhhh!

" It was an involuntary moan. He was still under the influence of

Resist

.

Carl threw his head back. He gasped. "

Ahhhh, I'm...going to...shoot!

"

I pulled strongly on his aggravated cock, expediting his release. He shuddered against my twisting lips. I grazed his balls with my thumbs. My delicate rotations provoked him.

"

Ughhh

," he groaned, spewing into my mouth. "

Ughhh!...Ughhh!

"

I didn't spill a single drop. My lips condensed around his spurting cock, milking him. Jism splashed onto my tongue, one profuse squirt after another. I gulped his warm, abundant cum. Judging from the amount he discharged, Carl had been saving it up for some time.

I watched his fever-bright expression as he climaxed. Carl's dark eyes went sightless, and his jaw slackened as he discharged his burden. The color in his face diminished as his torrent tapered off.