Robert Vickers - Fit to be tied

"Faster!" she begged. "Go faster!"

"I can't!" he groaned. "I can't raise my hips hard enough. You're gonna have to fuck yourself!"

He was pinned to the chair. Her weight kept him firmly in position. If he shifted around much, they'd both go scooting off onto the ground. Normally he wouldn't have minded.

But not here. They were in the middle of a busy restaurant. Already, his gasps and her deep moans were attracting unwanted attention.

Yet, he couldn't say it was entirely unwanted attention since the mere possibility of discovery added such zest to the buttfucking. If anything, he was hoping someone would come over and ask what was happening.

At that moment the girl sucked in her breath, her body going rigid, and she came. The sharp spike of pleasure that drove itself through her entire being prevented either of them from saying a single word.

She was totally wrapped up in the wondrous feels assaulting her body. She was riding with the tide of her passion and letting it cleanse her of all the bad feelings where she'd been tortured using the riding crop. His cock made excellent medicine for her tormented asshole.

He was hardly in any condition to speak. Her muscles had clamped down so firmly on his prick, he felt like he was going to be chopped out. Her already tight asshole snapped shut like the shutter on a camera. His cock was trapped in her seething hot asshole.

This was all it took for his come to be triggered. He panted out, "Here it comes!" before his jism fountained into her ass. He felt as if he were plugged into a milking machine. Her anus pulled every single droplet of his cum from his prick.

They sat together for a while, gasping. When they'd gotten their breaths back and his cock had slipped out of her asshole on its own, she stood up. Chastely arranging her skirts, she slipped back over to her own chair.

"Really, Bill," she chided. "Your fly is open. And in public!"

He came close to blushing. She felt the momentary surge of power seeing him so embarrassed, then realized that it wasn't going to work out right between her cop lover and her innermost feelings.

If either Love, Inc. or Bill had to go, she'd have to decide in favor of dropping Bill.

She needed what Love, Inc. could give her – and what Bill couldn't.

The room was dimly lighted. Laurine stood in the middle, feeling as if she were on stage. Looking around gave her little information to support that odd sensation.

The room had only a few overhead lights, colored all the hues of the rainbow, and a giant overstuffed chair. The director had told her it didn't matter how she dressed as long as it was sexy.

She thought she'd succeeded well in that respect.

Her hands pressed out imaginary wrinkles in her dress. It clung tightly to her body. Under the thin fabric she felt the garter belt and the band of the silk panties. She shivered a little when she remembered she'd put on the crotchless panties. The customer wouldn't even have to undress her to get to her tight little cunt.

The girl looked behind her to check if the seams of her net stockings were still straight. They were. She knew she was a knockout in them. There was something about stockings with seams that made her feel horny. She wanted to parade around for a man, his eyes drinking in her beauty.

The director had given her a few ideas, but mostly he just encouraged her to use her own imagination. That was lots better. She could do things and feel some pride in them – pride and not a little satisfaction when it really got a guy hot and he fucked her extremely well as a result.

She turned at the sound of the door opening. She couldn't see the man who entered. He was cloaked in shadows.

"Please, Miss. To the center of the room," came a low, calm voice.

She walked out to the very center of the cleared area. She noticed it was directly in front of the chair and all the lights were aimed down at one particular spot.

"Now what?" she asked.

The man came and sat in the chair. He was as nondescript as a human could be. There was nothing about him that was out of the ordinary.

"Start dancing. Would you care for some music?"

She didn't see what he did but low strains of, music began. Holding her arms out to him, she said, "Come and join me."

"NO! Dance!"

So she danced. She thought it was a little wasteful of him to make her dance alone. He may have been John Q. Nobody but having a man in her arms as she danced and being in his was a lot better. Still, she found the music to be stimulating.

The beat was heavy and she began responding to it. As the tempo picked up, she spun and whirled, her dress flaring out from her waist. She knew the man was getting a great view of her legs, all the way to the crotch. For once, she knew the stockings would have an even greater effect. Her legs had to look simply super in them.

The lights began swirling with her. The colors shifted according to some sort of pattern she couldn't figure out. Not that it mattered. She was lost in the music. Dance, dance, dance. Her entire world became wrapped up in her performance.

She began sweating. The room was too hot for her. A quick touch at the top button of her blouse and it came free. Spinning, her tits pressed firmly against the blouse. A sudden spotlight hit her chest. She knew it revealed the twin points of her nipples poking firmly into the cloth.

Deciding to give the man a real treat, she began slowly stripping. She didn't know all the techniques. Improvising as she went, she knew she would give him the sight of his life.

The buttons were all freed on her blouse and the tails in her hands. All the time she was slipping out of the blouse, she was turning and spinning, bobbing and letting her tits bounce freely in front of her chest. The red of her nipples traced out invisible little figure eights in the air.

"Do you like this?" she asked.

The man sat, impassive. She continued her striptease.

Holding the tails of the blouse in front of her body, she suddenly turned and looked back over her shoulder at the man. Her pink tongue slipped from between her lips and made a slow circuit around. There was no question what was on her mind. Sex. And lots of it. She was inviting the man to respond.

There was no word from the chair.

She pulled one perfect shoulder out of the blouse and let the fabric slip down her arm. Then the other arm sensuously followed. She was lithe, athletic. Her body flowed like quicksilver in the ever-changing rainbow of the overhead lights.

When she was totally naked to the waist, she suddenly turned and faced the man. Her back hadn't fully promised what she delivered. Her tits were gorgeous. Firm and high on her chest, there wasn't the slightest sag. They were young and beautiful and begging to be popped into a mouth and sucked.

The man still didn't respond.

The music began to pick up in tempo again. The melody carried the girl away. She began dancing faster and more acrobatically. Once, while she was slowly pulling down the skirt around the curves of her ass, she'd almost stood on her head looking back through her legs at the man.

He'd been treated to the sight of her tits silhouetted by the light, a completely erotic view of an incredibly sexy young brunette. She held the pose for only an instant, then spun away.

In a circle, she danced. At first she rejoiced in the freedom from her clothing. She wore only the stockings, garter belt and panties. Then it was only the stocking and garter belt.

She threw her crotchless panties to the man in the chair.

As the lights flared and then dimmed again, she saw he was jerking off. The look on his face was indescribable. Never had she seen a more aroused man. He obviously was getting his rocks off in a big way.