Robert Vickers - Fit to be tied

Her tongue worked off the chunks of jam but she continued using her teeth to gnaw on his prick. The man was almost out of his mind with passion by the time she reached the very top of his boner. His cockhead was hard with the jam but a tiny drop of pre-cum was beading there.

The bitter little droplet was quickly carried away by her eager tongue. She licked the man's cock like it was a lollipop. The sweetness lingering there took away the bitterness in her mouth and left her feeling as if this was the only way to eat a man.

"Hurry, hurry!" he urged.

She knew he was straining to keep from coming. His balls had tightened into an impossibly small little globe. She could see the balls inside beginning to lurch and boil. The thick stew of his jism was demanding immediate release.

She took his prick into her mouth. The very head of his cock was still covered with the jam. She washed it all off using only her tongue. The man was thrashing around on the floor as if someone had set fire to him. He was rocking to and fro, his hips jerking spasmodically. Every time she sucked a little harder than usual, he drove his spike of cock upward into her mouth. He was instinctively trying to face fuck her.

She gobbled up his prick greedily. As if she'd been deprived of a man's cock for years, she worked at giving him the best head possible. Her tongue had completely licked off the strawberry jam but the flavor lingered.

Strawberry cock! She wondered if he came in thirty-one more flavors.

"Oh, sweet Jesus, I can't stand it!"

She would have answered but she had a more important use for her mouth than talking. She sucked.

She sucked so hard her cheeks went hollow under the force. Inch by slow inch, she pulled him into her mouth. When the rubbery tip of his cock was a couple inches into her mouth, she made a complete circle around the man's glans with her tongue.

The rough attention she paid his cock caused another drop of pre-cum to ooze out. She could feel the agitation in his prick. He was jerking wildly now, totally out of control. It wouldn't take much at all to get his rocks off.

Cradling his cock with her tongue, she sucked even harder. The big purple knob on the tip of his cock bounced off the roof of her mouth. She swallowed hard and got her head into position to take his entire length down her throat.

She corkscrewed her face down into his crotch. The smell of her saliva and the traces of the strawberry jam came to her nostrils. She burrowed into the wet, tangled mat of his bush. And his cock was all the way down her throat.

Every time she would swallow gave him an added thrill. The Adam's apple bobbing up and down massaged the underside of his cock right where it was the most sensitive.

His hands formed fists and pounded hard on the floor. She could hear him crying out, "Can't h-hold b-back! Can't!"

And he wasn't able to any longer. While she had his prick all the way down her throat, he began jetting out his pearly cum.

She backed off enough to be able to smear the thick stew of his sperm and semen all over her tongue. Together with the jam, it gave her taste buds the treat of a century. Never again would she be able to create such a dynamic flavor.

Her lips pursed into an "O" shape, she sucked out every last drop of the man's cum. She didn't want to miss out on this tasty cock still lingeringly flavored with strawberry jam.

When she felt the prick going limp under her tongue, she gave one final swipe with her tongue and stood up.

"How was it?" he asked. "Did you like the little snack?"

"Loved it," she assured him. "I wouldn't have missed that for the world. I was horny to start with but the way you ate me out really reached me. The feel of the honey seeping down into me was dynamite!"

"And your mouth is dynamite!"

"Thanks." She looked longingly at the man's limp prick.

"How long?" he said. "Just a little bit."

And it was. This time she found out how his cock tasted covered with a thin icing of chocolate. It was even better than the strawberry jam, but she had to tell herself this was going to be only an occasional treat.

Too much would be fattening.

"How do you like your first month with Love, Inc.?" asked the director. He was rocked back in his big chair looking as if he'd like nothing better than to put his feet up on the desk. He didn't though. That wouldn't be proper.

"It's been super. There hasn't been a single duplication of customer desires in the entire time. It's been just super!" she repeated.

"Glad you like it. Since you've come through the probationary period well, I guess it's okay to let you know a little more of the operation."

For the next twenty minutes, he told her all about the inner workings of Love, Inc.. He even told her where it was located, how customers got in touch with him.

This was everything Bill needed to make the bust.

Somehow, Laurine felt cheated. It was, all too easy. She should have been sneaking around like a spy and digging into locked file drawers for the information. The director just told her. It was a big let-down.

Even worse, she knew her time at Love, Inc. was coming to an end. As soon as Bill was told all this, he'd call in the vice cops and they'd shut the entire place down. She'd be out of an attractive job, one that stimulated her and gave her the physical gratification she needed.

"So, by way of reward for faithful service and all that, here are the keys to a new Mercedes."

"What?" She couldn't believe her ears. He was giving her one of the most expensive cars on the road. Just giving it to her.

"Don't wreck it or anything. Just consider this a bonus and a welcome to the staff of Love, Inc.. Now," he said, looking over another folder, "you have another customer waiting for you. I'm sure you'll continue to give the good service you've given our customers in the past."

"Un-huh, sure thing," she said, distracted. The man had just given her a car worth more than she could have hoped to make in three years of work as a secretary or some other drudge job, then calmly told her to go on and take care of a customer.

Laurine didn't know how to react.

She was still in something of a daze as she walked into the room. She was completely taken by surprise when hands grabbed her from behind. Thrown forward, she stumbled and fell headlong onto a bed.

The lights came up a little to reveal a huge bed and nothing else in the room. It was a king sized bed and was covered with a fur spread. The softness of the bedspread tickled her cheek as she turned to see who her attacker was.

The man wasn't very tall. And if she had to classify him, she'd have to say honestly he was sort of skinny. But that didn't keep him from possessing an air of confidence about him that made her take a second notice. What was it that made him so cocksure?

"Stay on the bed," his voice boomed. The confidence was communicated to her. She knew he was completely in command of the situation and that it would do her no good to struggle against him.

He was probably stronger than she, but not by much. She could even manage to fight him off if she had to.

His take-command attitude made her want to simply let him have his will. It was almost hypnotic, that manner of his. She was intrigued to see what he would do with her.

Coming to the edge of the bed, he reached down and ran the back of his hand over her cheek.

"So soft. And unbruised. You wouldn't want me to bruise your pretty face, would you?"

"No, what are you going to do to me?"

He straightened a little as if lecturing a class as he said, "I generally torture women like you. The way you squirm is pleasing. I think I'll do that again."

She didn't quite believe that she was simply accepting his word. He was going to torture her. And she wasn't fighting him. The words had such an oddly soothing effect on her.