Robert Vickers - Fit to be tied

Laurine struggled to keep from coming again. She wanted to store up the inner need until she could release it in one climactic discharge of pent-up emotions.

"You like this, don't you, dearest one?" the woman asked.

"Oh, yes, yes! I've never felt anything like it before." She collapsed back onto the table top to simply relax and enjoy. What else could she want out of life?

The woman's tongue began swirling through the tangled mat of her pussy mound. Little spires of wine-and-saliva wet pussy fur were pulled up by the woman's sucking mouth. Laurine felt it every time the woman sucked or dragged her tongue through the fleecy hair.

She found herself anticipating the sensations in her body when the woman left her pussy mound and began licking up the wine spilled on the sex lips. Already, the alcohol in the wine was evaporating and leaving a cool, tingly feeling behind.

To have that hot, questing tongue on those wine-coated sex lips would be heaven.

Laurine's body rebelled and she felt the velvet glove of orgasm squeezing down on her body again. She lifted her hips off the wine-drenched table and shoved her twat at the woman's mouth. The only way she could get the total release promised her was by a rapid tongue fucking.

She was a little disappointed when it didn't come but also amazed at the way her body still felt. She wasn't drained like she usually was after a climax. If anything, she was more ready to come now than before.

"Please, more! Faster! Tongue fuck me faster!"

An obscene slurping noise reached her ears. The woman was licking faster and harder across her cunt lips. The roughness was like sandpaper now. The wine was about sucked off – or washed off from the flood of her own pussy fluids.

The wine had been like anesthetic. She was numbed from some of what the woman was doing to her. But that had passed. The feeling was totally different now. The electric tingle was beginning to surge up her spine and explode in her brain.

It wasn't an orgasm but something very much like it. The physical release wasn't there, this was all emotional. And it was totally different from anything she'd ever experienced before. The woman knew all the right things to do, all the right places to lightly brush over with her tongue.

She was making love to Laurine as only another woman could.

More wine splashed on the girl's sex lips. The biting of the alcohol was rapidly washed away by an eager tongue and her own love juices. But the effect was what mattered. That brief moment when she felt the sharp bite of the wine across her delicate pussy lips revitalized her. She was totally aware of what was going down.

She knew completely new delights of life after that. And all due to a woman's tongue.

Shuddering with the intensity of her feeling, she reveled in the way the woman lapped up the alcohol. The wine vanished again after the woman's tongue had done its rough, agile cleaning job.

Then she began working her tongue deeper into the girl's cunt. The wine had stung all over the girl's gash. Now the woman was slurping up the liquid which had gotten into her cunt. The way she did it was what mattered. Her eager tongue curled inside the girl's twat and stimulated her more than any other person's mouth ever had before.

That tongue so far up her quim spun and probed and swirled like a berserk tornado. The girl was so strung out sexually all she could think of was that tongue delving far into her juicy quim.

The woman slurped and licked her lips in anticipation. The wine was good, the girl's cunt juice was better.

"Your mouth on my pussy lips! It's goooood!"

The woman didn't have to answer to know that. She continued licking along the rigid flaps of sex lip until all the liquid – both wine and cunt juice – was gone. Then her mouth clamped firmly on the girl's manhole. She sucked as if she were a vacuum cleaner.

Every drop forming along the girl's slash rapidly vanished under the intense suction. The way the woman was sucking, the girl thought her guts were going to be pulled out through her quim.

Then the tongue darted in and out of her cunt. Again and again. The woman was tongue fucking her with rapid, short thrusts. Harder, deeper, came the tongue. Soon, the girl was thrashing around on the table, a captive of that tongue.

When the woman finally licked across her aroused clit, that was all the stimulus she needed to get off in a big way. Her orgasm smashed her flat on the table. Her tits jumped around like blobs of jello on a plate. Her breath was sandpaper in her throat and her lungs burned with fire.

Never had she had a bigger come.

Her head was still buzzing when the woman stood up, a drop of cunt juice running down her chin. With a quick snaring move, her tongue captured that elusive drop.

The woman smiled as she tasted that tiny indication of the girl's lust, then she said, "I'm glad you could come this afternoon. I've enjoyed seeing you again. And don't, please don't be a stranger."

Laurine managed to climb back into her clothes, shaken. She wasn't used to lovemaking being terminated so swiftly. She would have relished the feel of the other woman's mouth moving on her cunt some more. But she knew this was a dismissal and the woman was the customer. The customer was always right.

"Any time, dearest," Laurine said. "I'll be around. Just give me a buzz if you want me to drop over again."

"I will. Good day."

Laurine left. But there was a strange feeling of abandonment in her. It didn't seem right just walking out like that.

It made her feel like shit.

The hot desert sun beat down on her naked body. Laurine struggled a bit but the ropes holding her spread-eagle were too tight. The heat of the metal roof under her ass and shoulders burned. She was certain that, in spite of the thin pad between her flesh and the metal, she was going to get third degree burns.

And if that wasn't enough, the sun beating down on her would roast her alive. She could almost feel the blisters popping up on her untanned sections of skin.

To have those lovely white tits burned red and raw would be a disaster but not as painful as having her cunt totally singed. The sweat beading on her body told her exactly how hot the sun was.

As a hot wind began blowing across the desert, she heard the crunch of tires in the distance. Underneath her, the driver of the car got out and peered at her.

The director said, "About ready, Miss Parks?"

"Hell, I didn't know it'd be like this. Tied to the top of a car and staked out in the middle of a fucking desert!"

"Don't worry about sunburn. You body won't be exposed long enough. And remember, you did volunteer for this. I told you it would not only be different, but that it would be a little dangerous, also."

"I didn't know I was going to get my poor little bod roasted like a Thanksgiving turkey. You didn't tell me that."

"I never give too many details about a customer's whims. It makes the staff less responsive to his needs. And here is the customer now. Just do whatever he wants."

Laurine struggled against the ropes holding her spread out on the roof of the car. Do what he wanted? She couldn't move a muscle, much less resist the man's intentions, whatever they might be.

She'd heard of some strange sexual hang-ups since she began work for Love, Inc., but nothing compared to this. And she had the idea that there was more to it than just staking her out mother-naked in the middle of the desert and atop the roof of a car.

"Ready, sir?" the director asked.

"Start your engine," was the reply.

The car shifted on its shock absorbers as the man clambered onto the roof of the car to join Laurine. The man looking down at her was well-muscled and obviously more used to the sun than she was.