Robert Vickers - Bondage girl

"Why are you stopping there?" the woman cried out. She lashed his shoulders and back with the whip until even Paul cringed. The beaten and whipped man seemed hardly to notice. His tongue rolled out and he panted in desire. Paul guessed the pain was getting his jollies by allowing the woman to beat him and urge him on.

Farley didn't reply. His tongue came out and lightly touched the woman's pussy-lips. Flicking his tongue against her cunt-flaps, he slowly pressed downward and between the woman's legs until his head was buried. Paul saw the look of sudden suspense and arousal on Sandy's face. He guessed the man's tongue had invaded her asshole.

She turned slightly and clenched her buttocks together. She tensed her ass-cheeks around his hard driving tongue.

The man slurped and lapped at her asshole as if sucking the shit from her. Paul got a good picture of the expression on Sandy's face as Farley moved back, parted her cunt-lips with the tip of his tongue, then speared deeply into her pussy. Her cunt seemed to convulse as the man started tongue-fucking her.

She didn't beat his back and shoulders as rapidly or as hard as she had at first. The man seemed to dislike this and stopped licking and tongue-fucking her cunt. He looked up with inquiring eyes.

"You're slowing down," she accused. "Don't you dare disobey me. Lick my pussy! And do it good!"

As soon as he buried his face back into her snatch, she took two quick steps backwards. He fell forward onto his face. He thrust one hand out to catch himself. Quick as a flash, Sandy kicked his hand from under him and he smashed face first into the floor.

She placed her foot on his neck and coldly told him, "You aren't pleasing me. You aren't being the kind of a slave I really want. I think I'll call this whole thing off and send you running home to mommy."

"No, please, mistress, please, not that!" the man moaned from his prone position. "I'm trying to do what you want. It's not easy. You have to discipline me constantly if I'm to learn to do it right."

"Yes, I can see that you're a fucking asshole… and stupid, to boot," she said, as if considering his words seriously. "You're not good enough to lick my pussy. I want you to jack off for me. I want to see that pitiful organ you call your prick."

She removed the boot from his neck and allowed him to rise. He fumbled out his erection and held it in his hand. The purpled knob of his prick stuck up past the index finger of his hand. He began a slow, rhythmic motion to jack himself off.

"Keep fucking yourself, cocksucker," she said. Her eyes gleamed brightly.

When she stroked the leather whip along the entire length of the man's prick, Paul took another picture. He only had a couple of exposures left and he wanted to make them good ones. The pictures he'd already taken were classics and he knew he wouldn't have any trouble at all either with Sandy or with Charles Farley. But he wanted to make sure. The more good pictures he took, the better he could blackmail them.

The woman dragged the whip all over the sweating man's face. She outlined his head with the butt end of the whip, then thrust it into his mouth. "Suck my whip," she ordered him. The wildness in the man's eyes showed Paul that she was getting hotter and hotter. Whatever else Sandy may have been, she was completely expert at getting Farley's rocks off.

His hand beat up and down on his cock with a single-mindedness that told of his supreme arousal. His prick leaped and bucked around in front of his crotch as the whip moved slowly in and out of his face. Face-fucked by a whip handle while he beat himself off.

The man could hardly stand it! "You're doing fine, slave," she told him. "For a complete shit-head. I've never seen a cocksucker so stupid before. How can you tolerate yourself when you look in the mirror?"

She put a foot on the man's shoulder and gave him a view of her wet pussy. Her cunt-oils oozed down the inside of her leg. Her tits rose and fell faster now as her excitement mounted.

Paul got a beautiful picture of this scene. He almost shot his wad, too, as he clicked merrily away. The sight of Farley sucking her whip was a turn-on for Paul. But the way Sandy stood made his cock hard and ready to spurt. Her leg was still booted in leather and her cunt was visible.

She moved the whip back and forth sensuously, as if it were a prick she had stuffed into Farley's face. He seemed to get off on it in a big way. The man's hand shot up and down his hard cock faster and faster until his prick turned fiery red. A tiny droplet of pre-come beaded on his prick.

Paul shot his last picture as Farley's prick exploded with come. His jizz spattered all aver Sandy's booted foot. Farley kept his eyes closed in ecstasy as he sucked hard on the whip handle and beat his cock harder and harder.

Sandy squawked and kicked Farley in the face. He tumbled backwards to the floor. "You swine!" she cried. "You came all over my boot! Lick it off! Now!"

She lashed him with her whip, landing hard blows on his back. Paul could see there wasn't any mercy in her beating this time. She lashed out furiously.

No doubt about it. Sandy Kramer was a merciless bitch. The man in the room obediently crawled over to a point where he could lick his jism off the woman's boot.

"Lick, lick!"

He licked. His tongue shot out pink and moist to slurp up the gooey come all over her boot. He even kissed and sucked the toe of her boot to make sure all of it was gone.

"You disgust me," Sandy said, dropping the whip to the floor. She reached down, stepped gracefully into her panties and pulled them up and over her buttocks. Paul could hardly keep his prick in control, but he managed. He had his pictures and that was all that counted. He silently walked down the hallway, looking at the shots he'd taken and marveling at the wonderful color of each picture.

He even caught the proper tint of pink on Sandy Kramer's cunt-lips. The white of Sandy's come on her boots was perfect and the shot of the man beating himself off and sucking the whip was a classic. Paul wondered if he might even be able to sell this one to some magazine.

Paul went back to his office, laid the photos out on his desk and pressed the intercom switch, Angela answered and he said, "I want to see Miss Kramer in my office immediately. Or whenever she gets back to her office."

"Yes, sir."

Paul sat back in his big leather chair and smiled to himself. This was going to be fun!

"That was a disgusting thing to do to me," sulked Sandy. She sat hunched down in the seat of Paul's small foreign sports car. He easily took the curves of the dirt road leading to the lake. "All those pictures. Goddamn, I didn't think anybody'd sink that low."

"I figured it was the easiest way to get you to come up to the lake. I've been wanting to… enjoy your company for some time."

"I bet you have." She pulled her arms more tightly around her voluptuous body and glared at him.

"Sure, I have," he said in a conversational tone. The very idea of having this hot fox in the same car with him made his prick rise. But, to know that they'd spend the entire weekend fucking like rabbits really turned him on. Blackmail or not, he wanted to get into Sandy Kramer's pants and fuck the shit out of her.

He began daydreaming, wondering how tight and hot her pussy really was. She might even be a virgin! The thought hadn't occurred to him before. All the hot and heavy action he'd seen her engage in had lacked a meaty prick shooting up into her cunt. Her cherry might still be intact. That didn't mean she didn't know the score, it just meant he might be the first one to really fuck her.

The idea made him even hotter for her body.

"I think it's a lousy, rotten, stinking thing to do. And poor Chuck Farley is going to have a coronary when he finds but."