Roberta Vickers - Bondage whore

She had been raised on white meat. The teenager had to admit that black meat wasn't all that bad, either.

Mindy carefully guided is huge whang into her mouth, the top of his cocktip sliding wetly along the roof of her mouth. She was no Linda Lovelace, but she had learned how to take a man's prick without gagging. She didn't know whether to thank Michelle and The Institute for that or not.

Until now. Now she was happy that the other, less pleasant experiences had been forced on her. Mindy could happily enjoy as much of this succulent, tasty treat as possible without the slightest bit of discomfort.

Her lips felt the bristly hairs of his crotch. She wiggled her nose, wrinkled it and began rubbing it into the area around his rigid cock. The man's legs turned to water and he sank to the floor, unable to stand any longer.

Mindy's agile mouth followed him to the ground. He spread his legs slightly to allow her full access to his prick. That glistening black shaft jutted proudly, bounced and quivered in anticipation as his fantasy began coming true. Nancy and Mindy was sucking him off!

Mindy reached out to gently touch the hairy little sac dangling under the monstrous cock she so avidly sucked. She tweaked the tightly compacted balls, toyed with them, then squeezed the slightest bit until the man's pleasure increased by leaps and bounds.

And that pleasure was rapidly reaching its ultimate peak, too. The black stud kept moaning over and over, "Nancy, oh, Nancy, darling! Suck on it harder! Harder!"

Mindy tried her damnedest. Her diaphragm was already beginning to tense under the exertion. But she continued her sucking the best she could. The cocksucking girl slowly traveled the length of the man's shaft with her mouth. There was no great difficulty fitting the black prick into her mouth; the only problem she encountered was the huge girth of the tool.

This dick was huge! She lightly scored his cock as she descended towards his belly, taking his rod into her wet oral cavern once more. Her teeth brushed against the sides of his cock and strained nerves that had probably never been activated before. It was everything Mindy could do to follow his bucking, wildly thrashing hip actions.

He bucked and slid and thrust his tool deeply into her mouth, trying to gain an even deeper penetration, even more intense erotic sensations in his dick. Mindy knew how to bring him off. She did not increase her motion along his pistoning dong. She simply used the same deliberate strokes as when she had begun her blow job. The girl was enjoying the cocksucking as much as the man, and she wasn't going to rush it needlessly.

Mindy locked her teeth around the backside of the flaring crown at the very end of the black cock. Her tongue rapidly spiraled and circled around the sensitive tip, tried to force its way down through the pisshole at the tip. The man's cries were totally incoherent now; he was quickly approaching his climax.

Mindy felt the head of the ebony cock expand, expand far larger than she could have ever imagined possible. The first savory drip into her mouth was crystal-clear pre-seminal fluid. She swallowed and continued to suck his prick as hard as she could. Mindy knew what was coming and didn't want to miss any of it.

The man was coming. And in an instant her mouth would be flooded with gallons of his jism. She wanted to be ready to relish every single gob that erupted from his inky shaft.

The teenager didn't have long to wait. She felt a spasmodic jerk, then the torrents of white, hot cum gushed down into her awaiting throat. Mindy swallowed, swallowed again, and swallowed a third time to get this incredible amount of cum from her mouth. The first three spurts past, she continued her suction on his shaft to milk every drop she could from his tightly clenched balls.

Massaging the tiny, compact sac laden with his rocks, she elicited another spurt of man seed. This she held in her mouth, rolled it around to expose every single tastebud to the creamy, gooey juice. Mindy was like some wine connoisseur, a gourmet, an expert sampling and passing judgment on the delightful cream gliding across her palate.

She was satisfied. This black stud was a vintage find.

Mindy straightened and gazed down at the man. His black cock was still straight and had not yet begun to go limp. It gleamed blue-black and reflected light from her saliva that had laved every section of his tremendous prick. The man purred like a lithe, sleek black leopard lounging in the sun.

Soon, the once proud and mighty cock began to shrink, then it died. Mindy tenderly guided the limp tool back into the man's trousers, then zipped the fly closed.

Recovering from his tumultuous orgasm, the man's jet-black eyes stared at Mindy. "Well, Nancy, I think that should do it for today." He swallowed hard, began to say something else, then stopped.

"Really?" Mindy asked. "Didn't it ever occur to you that sucking on your fine piece of dark meat might have excited me, too? That I might want some of the same treatment in return?" If she read him correctly, the black dude was just itching to sample her cunt. He was such a strange combination of self-confidence and shyness. Mindy couldn't help but wonder what the real Nancy was like to inhibit such a sexually powerful and dominant man.

"Get up on the desk." It wasn't a statement, it was a command. Mindy smiled and hurriedly obeyed.

She perched herself on the edge of the large mahogany desk. Like everything else in The Institute, no expense had been spared to make this appear to be a high-powered executive's office. The desk was so huge, Mindy imagined The Institute renting its top out for Los Angeles Rams' practice sessions. She quickly repressed the thought. She must do nothing to ever let on that she knew where The Institute was located. The vague hints she had received from Michelle indicated they were into more shady dealings than some large-scale prostitution and gambling. Drugs, extortion, protection, even murder on contract all seemed to fit into the scheme in some way that Mindy had never figured out. She didn't really care to know she just wanted to stay alive by doing what she was told until she could escape and never come back to this place.

She dangled long, snow-white legs over the edge of the desk, then turned slightly, provocatively. Her pink tongue snaked out and circuited her red-tinted lips in the most suggestive manner she could muster. Mindy wasn't getting paid for this, but nothing had ever been said that she couldn't enjoy being The Institute's sex slave if the opportunity presented itself.

Mindy felt that this was a golden a black golden-opportunity and one not to be missed.

The ebony man walked over to her, then shoved her flat onto the desk top. With her legs hanging over the edge of the desk, Mindy was completely at the man's mercy. She felt the urge to be able to call him something, a name rather than "Hey, you".

"Tm, Mr., uh, Mr…" She hoped that he would pick up on the cue and tell her his name.

"Call me Rocky. I think I'd like that, Nancy." He began sliding her short, thigh-length skirt up around the girl's waist.

"Oh, Rocky, yes, that's what I want!" She scooted a little bit towards the man and raised her hips from the flat surface to allow him the chance to slip her panties off.

Rocky gasped at the sight of the starkly bare cunt. Mindy quietly said, "Do you like it, Rocky? I shaved it just for you. Just in case you'd want to…"

"It's gorgeous! Nancy, Nancy…" Rocky's voice was lost as he dived between the alabaster pillars of her legs to avidly lick and lap at Mindy's wet cunt.

With her skirt hiked up around her waist, her butt resting on the very edge of the desk, Rocky had a clear shot at the streaming, hairless pussy. His kinky black hair tickled Mindy's inner thighs, excited her. Excited her almost as much as the deft, delving tongue that speared into her oozing twat. She felt the tongue curl and lap at her seething cunt, capturing droplets of pussy lubricants and carrying them back to Rocky's mouth.