Robert Vickers - Bondage girl

All she wanted was more prick.

As her panties gave way and the blunt head of his prick touched her blood-engorged pussy-lips, she came. The woman's clit got a full dose of the rubbing, driving stimulation as her cunt tightened.

She moaned and shook. Her arms and legs went weak. She started to sink to the floor, but she found a hard, rigid shaft of cock inside her, supporting her, making her stay in place.

"Shit," he groaned. "What a cunt!" Then, as if realizing this were not the role he should be playing, he added, "It's floppy. Does every guy in this fucking place stick his cock up your drippy cunt?"

"N-no, master," she stuttered. The effects of his hot prick inside her cunt was beginning to make her tremble again. Again she wanted to feel the friction of his cockhead against her pussy-walls. She wanted – needed him to fuck her.

"You lie. I'll have to punish you for lying to me!" He ran his hands between their bodies. His fingers gripped harshly at the smooth curves of her ass-cheeks. She groaned and drove her ass backwards under the pressure, trying to get more of her flesh into his hands. The way her skin tightened around her clit and cunt made his prick feel gigantic.

"Fuck me, fuck me haaaaaard!"

He grunted. He felt her cunt begin to tense up around his cock. The woman's cunt-walls became tighter and tighter. All along the length of his swollen cock, he felt rippling sensations. As he pulled his prick out, a sucking noise filled the room.

The woman heard the sound. The noise turned her on, but the exit of his prick wade her hornier than ever. She wanted his prick back inside her hot pussy.

She felt his hands brutally twisting her buttocks. He seemed to be trying to rip the fleshy mounds of ass-cheek from her body. She went crazy with lust as he tightened the skin around her clit by pulling on her firmly-fleshed ass.

She came again.

His prick waited to enter her deep cunt. The froth of cunt-juices boiling from within her convinced him to drive his cock back into her cunt. He drove back in with a hard stroke that rattled the woman's teeth. He ground his prick into her pussy, feeling his long, hard cock push deep inside her hot, juicy cunt. When he would hardly keep his come back, he pulled out with a quick stroke.

Her passionate climax ripped all of her sensations apart and put them back together in a crazy-quilt of desire. She hardly knew what was happening. She pulled hard at the stockings holding her wrists together. They didn't give. This increased her joy tenfold. She fought as hard as she could but still he controlled her.

He began to drive into her again, his cock stretching her tight cuntal walls to the breaking point. Deep inside, he rotated his prick around, then drove into her with great speed. The fucking pace picked up and soon he was giving it to her full bore.

She felt the friction of his prick along her cunt. The feel of his body so close to her ass added to her arousal. His hands pulling hard at her ass-flesh made her weak, but filled with desire. When he reached around her body and began lightly stroking across the tip of her erect clit, she blew apart in a fantastic climax.

The man grunted as he felt the velvety walls of her pussy crush down along his cock. Convulsed with her orgasm, he found it required all his strength to pull back out.

"Never felt a cunt so Goddamned tight," he moaned. He moved his hands restlessly all over her buttocks. His fingers sought out her clit and teased it until it pulsed and throbbed mightily against the tips of his fingers. Then he drove his prick back into the seething depths of her cunt.

His prick moved way up into fret pussy. His balls banged against her cunt-lips. For the first time, the man wished the woman's hands were free. Then she would be able to reach back between her legs and fondle his balls. But he knew it wasn't possible to release her now. The fucking had started with her as his bound slave and that was the way it would have to end.

He felt his balls tighten as another come tightened her pussy. He let go of her slippery little clit and moved his hands until they were under the woman's body. He picked her up bodily so that her feet left the floor and her legs were firmly caught under his arms. Her only other support was her bound hands pressed into the top of his desk.

He began fucking her from this position. He felt the heat and tension all along his throbbing cock. He fucked faster, letting her body dip and then pulling it back toward his crotch.

She came. Once… twice… three times in succession. One come had barely died when another smashed through her body. She cried and moaned and begged him to stop. He fucked her even harder.

"Oh, no, please, no mooooore! My body's worn out! You can't fuck me any more! Please! Aaaaieeeee!"

He paid no attention to her pleading. It didn't matter to him one way or the other. She'd already gotten off more times than he could count. His own desires mattered the most now. He drove his meaty prick in and out of her cunt at a fantastic pace.

He felt her cunt squeeze down hard on his cock again and that was it. He couldn't hold back the fiery, passionate tide of his jism any longer. His come exploded into her cunt. He whitewashed the walls of her coming pussy until they were both struggling in the throes of orgasm.

He continued fucking her – longer than ever before. The sight of her arching back, her widespread cunt, the legs trapped under his arms, the pantyhose-tied wrists, her heavy tits under her body all got to him and kept his prick stiff for several more minutes. Then his cock simply quit. It slipped from her pussy amid a flow of her cunt juice and his come.

Paul dropped his secretary so that her feet were firmly planted on the rug again. Then he took a tissue from a box on a shelf and wiped off the come dribbling down the front of his pants. Angela turned around and saw what he was doing.

She fell to her knees again and took his prick in her hands and started licking. She licked all over his prick and balls until the last traces of his come were gone.

Then she stood up. He silently undid her hands and tossed the pantyhose into the trash.

She started to protest. "But."

He cut her off. "Just put your skirt down. No, wait." He grabbed the elastic band of her sexy panties and jerked hard. The first motion didn't rip them from her hips. The second did. He tossed the frilly, delicate panties into the trash along with her pantyhose. "Now put your skirt down," he commanded.

She obeyed.

"I want you to go out and get back to work. I don't want you to let anyone else see that you don't have any panties on. And I don't want you wiping off the come caking the insides of your thighs. I'll examine them later in the day. If my come isn't there, I'll severely punish you. Now get out of my sight."

She left.

He did check her later that day. He dropped into the knee-well of her desk and buried his head under her skirt while she sat and tried to carry on her regular business. They both got off on it in a big way.

"I don't know about her," Del said to his boss. "I tried to put the make on her heavy yesterday, but she turned me off, cold. I think the bitch is as icy as they come. Frigid, if you know what I mean." He nodded in Sandy's direction. The black-haired beauty smiled slightly in their direction, her ice blue eyes dancing with merriment. She had the last laugh on Del and wanted to flaunt it.

"Christ," said Paul. "She gives me the biggest hard-on of all. She even makes my tongue hard."

"Yeah, but if I strike out, what chance do you have?"

"What do you mean, Del? I can get her to jump into bed with me any time I want. But I'm biding my time. Waiting. When I want it, she'll do it."

"Shit, man, you're a bigger bull-shitter than I thought. She would do the same to you that she'd do to any other guy. I think there's something really wrong with her head. Women's Lib garbage for sure. She's better than any man and is out to prove it. Even if she has to castrate every guy she runs into along the way."