Robert Vickers - Spread Wide Secretary

"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 each and every rib with his fingers. He worked down her spine. When his fingers found the delightfully rounded surfaces of her naked ass, he burrowed between the meaty asscheeks.

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 beautiful blonde's lips as she felt his 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 cunt should have been enough.

The finger was the icing on the cake for Veronica.

She wanted him to fuck her more than ever now.

"Go, Karl, darling, do it! Do it to me! Shove that swollen hard 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 fucking nine inches long and I want it!"

Using the finger he had buried up her asshole, he guided her toward the verge of climax. Gently, he pressed her down. She felt the cold stone ledge under her ass. Then she was dangling, ass out, over the ten-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. 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," Karl Bennet said, smiling wickedly. "You're gonna be mooning the whole goddamn city."

Veronica turned and looked over her white shoulder. There was nothing but two hundred feet of empty space between her and the ground. She shuddered at the thought of falling. Then it occurred to her that Bennet was right. The physical danger made this more exciting than any fucking she'd done in a year.

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 city, "what they would think if anyone did see my ass poking out over the roof."

"They'd think I was the luckiest man in the world, darling. Ready for this?"

She gasped as she felt his purple-headed cock nudge into her cunt lips.

She snuggled in his arms so she could open her pussy lips and suck in the glans of his cock. She wanted to feel his hot, driving poker of manmeat all the way up into her steamy cunt.

She didn't get it.

He simply turned and walked over 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?" Veronica demanded. "You're not going to beat me? To tie me up? You wouldn't!"

Veronica didn't know if this was what she wanted or not. She almost thought that she did want to feel the lash of leather on her soft, pliant flesh. Veronica couldn't forget how turned on she'd been when Mr. Marshall had tied her and raped her in his office.

"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 Veronica's head and repeated the motion. They were tied together at the waist by strong leather. If either of them slipped, the other'd be able to hang on and prevent a deadly fall.

She felt his cock pressing back into her blonde, crinkly-furred pussy mound. The thick fur was tangled and matted from the sweat and cunt juices leaking from her hot interior. But the erotic rubbing of his cock against her pubic mound 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 over the edge, but it didn't matter. The slender blonde was letting his turgid hard prick come ever closer to her cunt.

When he stabbed forward with his hips, his hard 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. His prick 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 blonde sucked in her breath and held it. The action had driven his cock impossibly deep into her cunt. She felt his fuck stick 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, his iron-hard prick in her cunt supported her a bit. His cock 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, Karl Bennet. I… I don't know if I like it."

"Give it a few minutes."

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

But it was necessary. This moved Veronica 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.

There was a feeling of falling. His hard prick left her pussy. Veronica tensed her belly muscles in a vain attempt to grab his prick. Although he grunted from the impressive strength of her cunt, both gravity and the action of his hands on her ass made his hard prick leave her fuck tunnel.

The beautiful young woman 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 being the leather around her waist, the thick hard prick resting firmly inside her cunt lips and the man's hands on her asscheeks.

The slender girl shivered and began swaying from side to side. This drove the man's cock into her cunt at different angles. As he pulled her up, the cock rubbed first one side and then the other of her welloiled pussy. She loved it. She needed more.

The sleek girl loved the promise of falling – falling with the man's hard prick still actively fucking her to climax.

"Oh, Karl, Karl! Fuck me good! Th-th-this is super!"

"I knew you'd get off on it," he gasped. His hands turned slippery. He was sweaty and hot even though the cool night breeze caressed his broad chest and rested icy fingers on his broad back.

She wiggled her ass against the rough stone building. Even this sharp, searing pain gave her a new and totally different thrill. His cock gave the ultimate in human pleasure. The pain gave her something to compare that ecstasy to.