Robert Vickers - Fit to be tied

He wasted no time in snuggling in close behind her. The curves of her ass fit perfectly into his groin. And when his prick nudged against the tightly held asshole, she forced herself to relax.

At first, he applied steady pressure to get into her shit chute. Then he was hurtling up her back. The tiny muscle had relaxed – his pressure hadn't. She found herself completely filled with his prick.

It was the greatest feeling in the world.

"Go on, greek me good!" she yelled. Wiggling her ass from side to side stirred the cock around in her bowels. She could feel his hairy thighs rubbing against her smooth ass. When his hands came around her body and began probing for her tits, she knew he was hooked. He wouldn't stop now until he'd completely exhausted himself.

And that pleased her just fine. There was nothing like a little sex therapy to get her back in the swing of things.

Rocking forward made his cock slip out of her asshole. The vacuum formed behind his prick made her feel as if he was dragging all her guts out along with his cock. She shuddered and then began sobbing gently.

"Punishment enough?" he demanded.

"NO! Give me more! This is incest, dammit!"

And to the man, it was. He was punishing a wayward daughter in the only way that meant anything to her generation. He was going to cornhole her good.

He rammed back into her tight, hot passage. She felt as if a red hot poker had been slammed up into her. Ass rotating, she tried to pull him even deeper into her.

"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me good!"

"Yes, my little one. I am. I am!"

His cock began sliding back and forth in her ass. She could feel the way his thick cock spread her asscheeks before vanishing all the way up into her guts. When his balls slapped wetly against her cunt, this gave even more stimulation.

This was the way to live! This was what Love, Inc. was all about. She was glad she hadn't given Bill any of the information he'd wanted. There was no way she'd ever want to trade all the sex for the momentary thrill of playing undercover cop.

"Harder! Faster! Deeper!" she urged the man. And he responded to her wishes. He was reaming her ass out the best he could.

"She seems to be enjoying herself again," said the director.

"I'm glad," Bill told him. "Are you sure she can't see us?"

"Positive. It's two-way mirror. Silvered on the other side so we can look through. As long as this room is darker than out there, all she sees is mirror."

"I doubt if either of them are noticing anything."

"True," chuckled the director. "Well, what's your report on our sexy Miss Parks?"

Bill sighed, lounging against the wall of the tiny, dim-lit room. He couldn't take his eyes off the couple fucking their brains out in the other room. He envied the guy buttfucking Laurine. He knew first-hand how good it was to have her flesh gripping down on his prick, threatening to either burn him to a nubbin or crush him flat.

She was the hottest, tightest cunt he'd ever discovered. And she was lost to him for all time now.

"Well, sir, everything went okay. I made the play up to her like I was a cop trying to bust the place. She's still pretty naive about things like that. The romance of it all appealed to her. And when I got tough about her actually telling me what she'd found out, she didn't crack. I did some pretty nasty things to her, too."

"I know. I heard her report." The director looked at the man in the other room still avidly working away at the girl's ass. "She didn't want to give you any information. That makes her one of the best kind of employees. I'm glad. She's a good addition to our staff."

"Nothing she won't do," mused Bill.

"Right. I'm sorry I can't offer you a session with her but that's out of the question."

"I know," Bill said. "A penalty I paid when I came to work for Love, Inc."

He looked with longing into the room. The man had just shot his load and Laurine's face was lit up with the look of a well-fucked woman.

He wished he could have been the one giving her that inner glow.