Robert Vickers - Fit to be tied

She guessed he was a real stud from the way his pants were beginning to tent up.

His eyes were at the point of watering. He couldn't believe his good luck this time around. He'd told the director more or less what he'd wanted but had never expected a chick this foxy. He was going to cream just looking at her!

He didn't know exactly what it was but he suspected it was the black stockings that did it to him. He wondered exactly how she had them fastened.

As if reading his mind, Laurine unhooked her skirt again and exposed her crotchless panties to the man. "Do you like?" she asked needlessly.

"I like a whole lot!"

She leaned back in the chair, one leg hooked over an arm. This spread her pussy as wide as she could comfortably get it. If the gaping sex lips all dewy with her inner fuck juices didn't tell him what she wanted, nothing would. The girl was determined not to be frustrated like she had been just a little while ago.

She was going to get her kicks from this stud or know the reason.

What he did next surprised her. Not the way he licked his lips or the way his hands trembled – she expected those. But he got up and rustled through a low cabinet until he came out with a jar.

"Honey," he told her.

"What ever for?"

And then she found out. His fingers quickly stripped her panties off her. She sighed. One of these days she'd get to use them – they weren't crotchless for nothing. But when he poured the honey all over her fleecy bush, she started to complain.

This was damned messy!

"Quiet. Just let me take care of this in my own way," he said.

Then she was glad he was taking care of the thick honey sluggishly flowing all over her pussy lips. He was licking it off.

"Ummm, good!" he exclaimed. "Open up a little more, ummm, yeah! That's the way!"

She was almost reduced to a quivering blob of human flesh by his tongue. The thick honey had oozed between her cunt lips and totally covered her snatch. But not for long. His tongue rushed out and began working in the thick hair of her bush.

He sucked little spirals of her pussy fur into his mouth and carefully licked it clean. She shuddered when his tongue lightly touched the edges of her labia. They were drenched with a weird mixture of honey and cunt juice now, but this didn't stop the man.

He sucked harder until her inner pussy lips were rigid with lust. The man worked harder until his head was firmly pressed between her thighs. The black net stockings on either side of his head, the garter belt just inches from his nose, the tasty mess all over her crotch, all conspired to rob him of his wad.

The man had to fight down the urge to simply cream all over the place. This was heaven! If he'd died and gone to a better world, it couldn't have been improved all that much.

Inches away was her wet-with-saliva pussy mound. He'd licked it clean. The bristly pubic hair had tickled his tongue and nose but this was only a trial run. What he wanted most of all was still covered with the honey.

He was about ready to dip down into her honey pot.

"Lick harder, oh, shiiit! Tongue fuck me and to hell with the honey!" she cried to him.

He received a face full of cunt. She thrust her snatch downwards forcefully to make certain he didn't miss a tender nerve ending. He was going to be thorough about it. The man was licking with the precision of a machine all over her delicate pussy lips.

He worked one of the labia into his mouth. His lips gently pulled it in until his teeth could gnaw on the flap of sensitive flesh. His tongue ran rough and wet all along the trapped ridge until it was cleaned of the honey.

The honey and cunt juice mixture was more intoxicating than any liquor could have been. He found his heart beating faster and his hot breath gusted out and into the dense forest of her pussy mound. He discarded this sex lip for the other.

He gave it the same treatment. The soft skin was like the finest leather. And the female musky odor drove him on to ever greater oral acrobatics. His tongue flashed out and into her cunt.

She tensed as his tongue raced up her love tunnel. Then he got into the spirit of the tongue fucking. He didn't miss a single velvety fold of her cunt. He slurped up all her outpouring of juices and made sure that not a trace remained of the honey.

The girl was writhing in ecstasy in the chair. All the pent-up emotions were coming out. Sure, she'd been eaten out before. Her cunt and a man's tongue were no strangers. But this was different. The way the honey had oozed all over her pussy was oddly stimulating. And the striptease had gotten her hot and frustrated.

She was a horny bitch waiting for the trigger to set her off. When he finished licking the last of the thick honey from her clit, she came. Her hips began bouncing up and down in a vain attempt to get even more attention paid to her go-button.

He loudly kissed her twat, then quickly made one last circuit around to get the last traces of the honey cleaned up. Then he rocked back on his heels and unzipped his fly. Making sure she was watching him, he stripped off his pants, tossed his shorts aside and lay back on the rug.

"The jam is on the table," was all he said but the message was clear to the girl. She'd been wondering what it would be like to lick something sticky sweet off a guy's prick.

She grinned and picked up the jar of strawberry jam. She didn't bother dabbing it onto his prick. She upended the bottle and let it all flow over his erection.

"So much?" he asked. "You must be damned hungry."

"Hungrier than hell – for prick!"

And she dived down to her tasty snack. The gooey mess was even more succulent than she'd anticipated. Her mouth was already watering from the sight of his prick poking through the blob of jam. But when she began sucking and licking, she found it incredibly stimulating.

The man's prick had its own flavor. It was enhanced by the sweet jam. She hardly knew where to start first. Finally deciding to work on his balls, then up to the very tip of his jutting prick, she gobbled away.

She was making a pig of herself. She knew it by the constant flow of the sugary jam. But she couldn't stop. No matter how much the man moaned and cried out for her to slow down, she had to devour as much of his meat as she could.

Her saliva mixed with the jam and was made even tastier by the maleness of his cock. She took his hairy little sac containing his balls into her mouth. Rolling the nuts around helped clean off all the sticky jam.

What it was doing to the man, she didn't even want to think about. He'd gotten her off pretty quickly. She didn't care if she returned the honor or not.

All she wanted was cock and lots of it. That it was coated with the jam was only a bonus. It was his prick she was after.

"Slow it down! I… I can't control myself if you keep at me like you're doing!" he complained. She ignored him.

Her tongue pressed firmly into the wrinkled skin of his scrotum. She washed off all the jam. The very sweetness spurred her on to lick even faster. Sucking a little, she was able to completely clean off the strawberry goo.

The way his balls were bouncing around in the tiny pouch told her the tongue lashing she was giving him was going to make him cream all over the place very soon. She had to get rid of all the strawberry jam by then. Otherwise it would look like a strawberry sundae.

She began to lick.

"Ummmm," he groaned.

Her tongue laced through the tangled mat of his bush. The thick black hair was beginning to stiffen from the drying jam. She had to lick it enough times to get it softened up, then she could alternately lick and use her teeth to scrape it off.

When she reached his prick, she decided the same principle would work just fine.

Her licking made the caked-on jam begin to crack a little. When she used her teeth on the sides of his cock, she felt a powerful jerk. He yelped out something she didn't understand and his hips bucked off the floor toward her mouth. The man was losing his iron control. He wanted to fuck into her face and give her the entire seven inches of cock all at once.