David Alexander - Bert

Bert said, "You did that very nicely. My, doesn't this hamberger look good?" Carole's blue eyes, slightly glazed from the diddling he continued to force on her tormented twat, didn't fail to notice that he piled on all the onions he could.

"Eat up, Carole. Although we've plenty of time, I would like to get you home earlier than I promised your mother." It was only nine o'clock.

Carole could not finish her hamburger. The toe that coursed up and down her slash tortured her to an unbelievable extent. She experienced an orgasm and had to camouflage it as a coughing fit. Bert looked on, a clinical observer studying a patient. His face betrayed none of the gloating he felt. He, Bertram Ellis, had broken through the iceberg's exterior!

Without having to be told, he knew he could have anything he wanted after they left the restaurant.

"Excuse me, Bert. I..I…" she swallowed hard as he turn ed his foot sideways and plied all of his toes along her sex slit, "I want…go…ttto tthe lladies room." She finished her statement in a rush.

Bert only shook his head in negation. He continued to eat his hamburger, chewing carefully before swallowing.

"Please!" she cried out. Carole was instantly aware of three dozen pairs of eyes on her.

"Better keep your voice down, Carole. People are staring at you."

"You beast!" she sobbed, The itch in her genitals was unbearable. She had to have surcease. She had to get him to stop playing with her using his foot.

She wanted…wanted…his hard, throbbing cock in her!

Carole felt the growing urgency in her cunt again as another toe-triggered orgasm built up. She had totally ripped apart four napkins and was bending the fork. Lances of agony/ectasy jolted her. She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to continue.

Carole van der Hoff wanted him!

Suddenly, the teasing array of toes disappeared from her cunt. She started to straighten her dress and decided against it. She would have to lift her butt off the vinly and that might flash bare shin. The girl had to be satisfied with pulling her dress down over her legs without feeling the material trapped under her.

"Let's go." Bert stood and walked to pay the check. In amazement, she looked down and saw he had somehow managed to get his sock and shoe back on without reaching under the table. Her lust numbed brain couldn't figure out how the acrobatic feat had been accomplished.

All she really cared about was leaving. In a hurry. Without talking to any of her friends. She had been stupid enough to choose a short dress. Now she didn't near any tables, less the occupants look up and see he pink lipped, golden furred nakedness underneath. They would all smirk. They would all start whispering about her.

Carole couldn't bear the thought.

She rushed out, past table after table, her arms locked firmly at her sides to prevent her dress from swaying.

Bert casually walked out, bidding a couple of friends good night, then sauntered after the girl.

He caught a fragment of conversation from a table near the door. "Did you see that, Al? Damned if Carole didn't rush out of here looking like she'd just been fucked in public and Bert Ellis is as cool as a cucumber!"

Carole was already in the car, hands firmly gripping the hem of her dress. As Bert go in, she said in a voice of cold rage, "I hate you! I hate you, Bert Ellis, like I've never hated before! I could kill you! OOOOHHHH!"

Bert started the engine and didn't say a word until they were out on the street. "What do you hate me for? No one knew what was happening back there. Except you and me. And are you telling me you didn't enjoy it? I think you'd be lying if you said you didn't get off on the entire scene."

Carole sat rigidly for a moment, doing some soul searching. "Bert. Fuck me. I want you to stuff your cock up where you had your toes."

Bert did not immediately respond. He turned a sharp corner and drove to a favorite lover's lane that overlooked the city. The lights were spectacular but few ever saw them, except before or after the reason they made the drive.

"Bert," Carole asked, plaintively, "will you?"

Bert turned off the ignition and lounged back in the seat. "Why should I? You've never given me the time of day before. Why should I do anything at all for you? You would not even be here if it were not for your mother."

Carole's temper flared. "You make it sound like you'd be doing me a big favor! Such gall!"

The quiet words that answered unnerved her more than anything else he had done to her all night long.

"I would be doing you a favor."

Long minutes of silence dragged between them, then Carole said, "Bert, please. My…my crotch is burning. It feels like it's filled with ants or something. Please!"

"You're begging for my cock? Come, come, you can be more orginal than that! Surely you have heard some good stories about why I should fuck you. Better yet, what are you willing to do for my cock?"

Carole's eyes glowed luminously with lust and hate in the dim light. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you've got to earn it. What'll you do to earn my cock?"

Carole thought for a few seconds, her hands rubbing her crotch through the thin fabric of her dress. "I'll pose for you for that silly contest. How's that?"

Bert shook his head. "No good. I've already got someone else lined up," he lied. "Besides, it's my cock you want. You have to do something for it."

"Like what?" Her voice betrayed her soaring emotions.

"Suck on it." His voice was absolutely level. He could have been giving a weather report rather than ordering her to give him a blow job. Yet they both realized this was exactly what he was doing. Bert wasn't stating an alternative he was giving a command, and order that Carole would eventually give in to.

A timid little girl voice, so unlike her normally husky, sultry tones came, "Okay."

Bert unzipped his fly but didn't move from his seat. "Go on, Suck for all you're worth. If you know how!" The final challenge he hurled at Carole almost yanked the girl across the car.

Her mouth encircled Bert's cock and licked and lapped with an avidity that reflected just how hot she'd gotten back at the restaurant. Carole paid no attention to the fact that her short dress hiked up and displayed the rounded twin globes of her buttocks. In the faint moonlight, they gleamed a pearlescent white. Bert gazed at them wanting to reach out and take them into his lusting grip. But he knew that, as much as he desired to take them – and Carole – he couldn't.

Net yet. But soon.

Her naked ass did more to harden Bert's cock than the inexpert cocksucking that Carole was giving out. Bert just relaxed as much as he could and stared out across the city. Tiny jewels strewn from the hand of a drunken giant. Beacons in the night guiding him on his way to a sexual Nirvana. All that and more as Carole tongued his now fully erect pole of manhood.

Bert didn't touch her. He longed to caress her golden, shimmering hair, to guide her motion up and down his shaft. The youth refrained. He wanted nothing more than to reach around and stuff a few fingers up her steaming twat. He didn't.

He just let her continue her oral assualt on his organ.

Carole couldn't understand Bert's passiveness. There was no way she could even guess he was playing a bigger game than just one fucking. That he was going for broke. Either he hooked her into a long string of lovemaking or he lost everything. Starting with nothing, he had everything to gain and nothing to lose.

The blonde continued pulling at his prong, licking it with her tongue and rubbing the blood-engorged head against the roof of her mouth. Carole was at a loss to understand why Bert didn't ejaculate instantly. Every other guy she'd sucked off had shot his load in a few brief seconds. She disliked stuffing a prick into her mouth. It was distasteful to the girl but sometimes it was the only way to cool a date off and prevent outright rape.