Roberta Vickers - Bondage whore

His tongue swirled and touched against the turgid cuntlips and the delicately scalloped, pink inner meat. Mindy groaned, tried to force her hips down onto Rocky's face. She loved it, she loved the wet, warm feel of his tongue playing in her cunt!

He thrust his tongue far up her velvety hole, rotating and pressing into the rippled tissues of the cunt walls. His tongue was soon completely covered with her pussy juices. He slurped and gulped like a man dying of thirst, a man who had just found a well of flowing, tasty, slightly salty, life-giving fluids. Rocky's tongue left the warmth of the tight cunt and began to stroke up and down along the denuded exterior of Mindy's gash.

When his tongue collided with the tiny, quivering clit, Mindy cried out, "There, Rocky! Oooohhh! Damn, fuck me! I want you to fuck meee!"

His tongue curled around the little nubbin of erectile tissue and stroked it from base to its pointy tip. The needle of flesh shivered under his oral assault. Rocky's breath was coming faster and faster, and he began to sound like a berserk locomotive. His excitement knew no limits when he smelled the distinct musk odor of an aroused woman, a woman he was pushing closer and closer to the abyss of orgasm.

The thought that he was doing this to… Nancy… filled his mind and agitated his emotions again. Rocky's tongue lashed out with increased fervor, giving Mindy's twat the tongue-lashing of its life.

The girl could barely stay on the desk top. She clutched with fierce intensity at the rim around the circumference of the desk, but her hips seemed to have come alive and possessed a life of their own. Every time Rocky's delving tongue touched her puffy gash or cut, rockets of sheer carnal delight soared into her body and exploded with fury in her cunt. The feel of his woolly hair on her tender, inner legs strained her passions even more. The combination of all the sensations were arousing her, tormenting her and torturing her with the wondrous pain of sexual gratification and satiation.

The warmth began to fill her body like an empty vessel filling with hot liquids. Her innards boiled and tumbled over and over as she neared an orgasm of her own.

Mindy placed her creamy thighs on Rocky's broad shoulders. When he rose up slightly to get back into her cunt with his mouth, her knees lifted. This action opened her gash more fully to his questing tongue. As he dipped into the seething pit of wet cunt meat, Mindy twitched and screamed, "Yesss! Take me, Rocky! Fuck ME NOW!"

The black man continued lapping Mindy's gushing snatch. As his tongue swirled around inside her boiling-hot slot, he was almost drowned by a torrential outpouring of her cunt juices. His ears were brutally imprisoned as the girl's thighs snapped down hard on his head and orgasm surged throughout her body. Mindy bucked and humped up, thrusting her twat into his face for more, ever more of his expert tonguing. Rocky tried hard, but he could not reach all the way up along her cunt hole to lightly touch her cervix.

When the orgasm died in the girl and she gradually regained her senses, Rocky carefully disengaged her legs from each side of his head. Cunt juice trickled down his chin and dribbled onto his brown business suit. Neither seemed to notice.

Mindy managed to regain her composure, then lowered her skirt, forgetting entirely about her panties. They were superfluous. Besides, they'd just get wet. She was still gushing juices from her cock-starved cunt.

"Now, Mrs. McGill, I want that letter typed and sent off immediately. I don't have anything further for you this afternoon. You may leave after you've finished the letter and posted it."

Mindy smoothed her skirt and nodded. She had been dismissed.

But she didn't care. She was finally getting into the swing of The Institute, beginning to enjoy the assignments she was given. Who could tell? She might even decide to stay on. It wasn't that bad a life, all things considered. She got plenty of fucking as well as incredibly diverse sexual encounters; there was an abundance of fine foods all expertly fixed; she had posh quarters and a lavish wardrobe. The few drawbacks like Michelle and the enforced solitude might be changed. Hadn't Michelle alluded to the fact that the higher-ups had their eye on her?

Mindy thought she might be able to work her way up in the power structure of The Institute someday soon. It was a cheering thought to the girl.

Mindy considered working some more on her private escape path through the wall, then decided she'd just take it easy for a while. The past week hadn't been bad, not bad at all. Every single one of the patrons had asked for something she was more than happy to deliver with gusto. The initial shock and humiliation dealt out by Michelle had now worn away and was nothing but an unpleasant memory. Mindy was even beginning to enjoy her enforced servitude at The Institute.

Michelle kept inadvertently dropping hints that one of the bosses had taken a special interest in Mindy, that the higher-ups in general were quite pleased with her performance. Rocky had even kicked in with an extra grand; Mindy had wormed that information from Michelle. The redhead had reluctantly admitted it. Just hearing the confession wrung from the cruel woman's thin lips heartened Mindy, made her feel she was really on top of the situation.

Woodie and Jeff had been interesting. She hoped someday another of the patrons would need to get off on smoking dope. That had been a special thrill for her, that and having two big cocks stuffed into her cunt and asshole at the same time. And the professor hadn't really been all that bad; Mindy had even enjoyed his treatment. But this was in retrospect. At the time, she had been completely terrified.

Some of the other patrons were far more mundane. One had not even touched her. All she had to do to please him was slowly strip while he jacked himself off. Another had frightened her a bit, insisting on sticking needles in her.

Doc, as Mindy had taken to calling him, had not hurt her at all. In fact, it had been kind of freaky balling a guy when you had a couple needles stuck in the right places. Doc was an acupuncture specialist and had wanted to try out his theories concerning the placement of the slender slivers of steel and increased sexual drives.

The girl couldn't say she got more out of fucking him than she would have without the needles – the guy was really good in bed and well-hung – but it had been different.

In fact, everything about The Institute was different. Mindy reflected on her future. Back in Denver, she'd wanted to be an airline stewardess. Either that or possibly a nurse. Now that she was here in The Institute, surrounded by luxuries beyond her wildest dreams, the thoughts of putting up with dirty old lechers pinching her butt while she bent over to serve TV dinners on an airplane tossed by air turbulence or carrying shit-filled bedpans didn't really appeal to her any more.

Mindy snuggled down in the soft fur bedspread she had been given after her session with Rocky. It felt so good on her naked back, caressing and cradling her. She rolled over on to her stomach and felt the softness rubbing against the twin points of her tits and the smooth plane of her belly. By spreading her legs slightly, she could rub her once gloriously furred cunt mound against the fur of the bedspread.

It was so cozy, so peaceful. That it was also a prison didn't bother Mindy too much any more. Everyone lived in a prison of some kind. She was coming around to considering the best ways of freeing herself from this cell, not through the tiny hole she'd clawed in the wall, but by taking Michelle's job away from her. There had to be a way. There was always a way if a person was determined enough.

She'd find out the proper method and use it.