Robert Vickers: Sex slave coed

"Well, sir, do you like me like this? Mother naked?"

"I love you like this."

"Now it's your turn. You get naked." With her help, it was only a matter of seconds before Bert was standing like a Greek God in front of her. The hard-on he sported told her this was going to be a memorable fuck. He wasn't going to quit until they were both totally satisfied. And this was what Manna hungered for. Fucking had begun to lose some of its excitement for her – at least fucking with Bert.

She threw her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to her face. Lips crushed brutally into hers. The kiss deepened. His tongue flashed out and into her mouth to dance around her tongue, teasing, tormenting, and luring her out.

As her tongue lightly touched his teeth, he sucked down hard. He trapped the pink, agile little tip between his lips making sure his teeth held firmly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to keep her from escaping. Then he teased her tongue tip with his. Light, flicking motions soon reduced her to a quivering mass begging to be fucked.

"God," she gasped out when he released her tongue. "You make me feel like a whore! I never wanted cock more in my life! Your cock!"

His hands stroked up and down her sides. He traced along her ribs with his fingers. As he worked down her spine, he made sure he properly outlined each and every vertebra in her backbone. When his fingers found the delightfully rounded surface of her naked ass, he burrowed between the meaty as cheeks.

The humid canyon beckoned him on. His finger went down until he discovered her asshole. A little shove and he was able to thrust his finger all the way in.

A tiny gasp escaped the blonde teenager's lips as she felt the finger driving deep up her shit chute. The finger warmed her, excited her more than she'd have thought possible. The feel of his throbbing cock so close to her pussy should have been enough.

The finger was the icing on the cake for Manna.

She wanted him to fuck her more than ever now.

"Go, Bert darling, do it. Do it to me! Shove that swollen prick of yours into my cunt! I want to feel you moving inside me!"

"Don't want much, do you?"

"I want that Goddamn cock of yours. It's a fucking eight inches long and I want it!"

Using the finger he had buried up her ass, he guided her toward the ledge of the building. Gently, he pressed her down. She felt the cold stone ledge under her ass. Then she was dangling, ass out, over the three-story drop to the ground.

"Wh-what are you doing? Don't let me fall!"

"I wouldn't do that. But we're gonna fuck with you hanging off the building. You get a charge out of doing stuff different all the time. I don't like it, but this time I think I'm going to really groove on it. This is the ultimate. Combines real physical danger with the chance of being seen while we're fucking."

"But all they'd see would be my ass!"

"Yeah," Bert said, smiling wickedly. "You're gonna be mooning the whole Goddamn school. Including that dumb statue of our dear founding father, good old William Walters."

Manna turned and looked over her white shoulder. There was nothing but forty feet of empty space between her and the statue on the ground. She shuddered at the thought of falling. Then it occurred to her that Bert was right. The physical danger made this more exciting than any fucking they'd done in weeks. And it was turning her into the horniest bitch on the face of the earth! She'd fuck anything that moved, no matter what it was!

"I wonder," she said, glancing down at the statue, "why they gave him such a horrified expression?"

"The poor fucker wouldn't stop screaming when they poured in the bronze. I just hope you're not going to scream when you feel this."

She gasped as she felt the purple-headed cock nudge into her cunt lips. She snuggled down in his arms so she could open her pussy lips and suck in the head of the man's cock. She wanted to feel that hot, driving prick all the way up into her steamy cunt.

She didn't get it. He simply turned and went to the pile of their clothing.

She gasped when she saw him coming back with his broad, thick black leather belt. And clutched in his other hand was her smaller thinner one of brown vinyl.

"What are you going to do?" Manna demanded. "You're not going to beat me? Tie me up? You wouldn't!" But the blonde teenager didn't know if this was what she wanted or not. She almost thought she did want to feel the lash of leather on her soft, pliant flesh.

"I don't want to lose control at the wrong time. We'd both be sorry."

He fastened the belts together in a large loop. He put it over his head and shimmied it down around his waist. Then he put it over Manna's head and repeated the motion. They were tied together at the waist by strong leather. If either of them slipped, the others are able to hang on and prevent a deadly fall.

She felt his cock pressing back into her pussy. The thick fur was tangled and matted from the sweat and cunt juice leaking from her hot pussy. But the erotic rubbing of his cock against her cunt was enough to make her forget all about the danger – for the moment.

This was living. This was why she'd come up to the roof. She didn't even notice as he maneuvered her back to the edge of the building. She knew her ass was hanging out in thin air, but it didn't matter. The young college student was letting his turgid prick come ever closer to her cunt.

When he stabbed forward with his hips, his prick sailed down the slippery slit of her pussy lips. He parted them and stimulated them as he stroked back toward her ass.

She felt a sudden surge of delight pass into her cunt. She sighed and wiggled her hips down over his cock. It was soothing and stimulating at the same time. She didn't understand how a man's cock could affect her like this.

All she really cared about was getting that big, round, wonderfully hard prick into her pussy.

"Fuck me! I want it I want it!"

His hands gripped her ass with ferocious strength. She felt herself being lifted up into the air. When her feet no longer touched the roof, he swung her backwards. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

The young college student sucked in her breath and held it. The action had driven his cock impossibly deep into her cunt. She felt his prick bending inside as her body bent backwards. Her long, blonde hair streamed over her head, dangling freely over the edge of the roof.

Opening her eyes, she was horrified at the sight of the ground. She was being held almost entirely upside down and dangling over the edge of the building. She saw now why he had insisted on the rough leather belts around their waists.

Sure, that iron-hard prick in her cunt supported her a bit. It turned and throbbed and made her feel great. But when he began fucking her, it would enter and leave her cunt. If either of them came, it spelled sure disaster.

"G-g-god, this is spooky, Bert. I… I don't know if I like it."

"Give it a few minutes."

His hands gripped firmly into her soft, pliant assflesh. She giggled as his fingers worked their way between the globes of her ass to press into her damp asshole. When Bert began lifting her by the ass, she thought he was going to rip those softly yielding as cheeks from her body.

But it was necessary. This moved Manna up enough to allow her cunt to take in even more of his cock. She felt his balls wetly slapping against her ass. Then he dropped her. She let herself go. He caught her at just the right moment.

Not only was there a feeling of falling, his prick left her pussy. Manna tensed her belly muscles in a vain attempt to stop it. Although he grunted from the impressive strength of her cunt, both gravity and the action of his hands on her ass made his prick leave her cunt.

The blonde teenager looked down at the ground. The thrill of danger ripped across her mind like a jagged razor slash. She was headed directly down to the ground. The only things holding her up were the leather around her waist, the thick prick resting firmly inside her cunt lips and the man's hands on her as cheeks.