Robert Vickers - Fit to be tied

She abandoned his cock and took his balls fully into her mouth. With her tongue against the side of the hairy sac, she could feel the action inside. His jism was coming to a boil. The balls were lurching hard against the walls of his scrotum and she knew that he was going to erupt at any instant.

She didn't want that while she was letting his cock dance around in the air next to her face. She was a greedy bitch. She wanted every single drop of his tasty cum. It was hers – all hers. She'd gotten him hard and it was her reward.

Kissing and licking, she worked back to the end of his prick. There, she explored a bit more with her tongue. The broad purpled head was circumcised. She let her tongue wash over the hood of his cock until he was thrashing around above her.

Once, his hand slammed down so hard on the table it set cups and saucers to dancing noisily.

She heard a voice say, "Anything the matter, mister?"

The man answered the waitress in a choked, hoarse voice. "N-no, n-nothing wrong. It's just a little hot out here. Thanks."

The girl smiled wickedly. The waitress was standing just inches away. If she could suck hard enough on the man's prick, he might give them both away. The thought of being discovered giving head in public made the girl's crotch grow wet and sticky. She used one of her free hands to stroke over her pussy lips.

The bolt of sexual lightning that blasted into her body caused her to suck in her breath hard. This was communicated instantly to the man.

"W-watch it!" he gasped. "You almost got us caught before. God, why are you doing this to me?"

She could have told him. His cock was long and she was hungry. If he couldn't ball her in public, this was the next best way she had of getting a taste of it.

She tasted the tiny bead of bitter pre-cum. It oozed out the end of his fuck stick. Her avid tongue swirled around and caught the tiny bead of juice. Savoring it, she knew it wouldn't be long before a flood of even tastier cream came out.

Thrusting her tongue downward, she tried to stuff herself into the pin-prick hole at the end of his cock. She couldn't make it. It didn't matter to her. Trying was all that counted. And it got them both even hotter.

She loved the taste of cock and couldn't get enough of it. The heavy male musk odor was the most intense here, close to a man's crotch. And the taste of his cock was even better. She licked his prick like it was a meaty popsicle. Every single inch received her tonguing until he was slowly sliding down in his chair, trying to cram his prick all the way down her throat.

"Oh, Christ, hurry, damn you, hurry!" he hissed. "I need to get my rocks off!"

She used her teeth on the sides of his cock then. The hard teeth left fiery red marks on his aroused flesh. Then soothing lips washed away any hint of pain. She worked all the way down to the base of his prick this way. The hardness contrasted beautifully with the softness of her lips.

That contrast was almost enough to cause him to shoot his wad. The girl heard him muttering, "Shit, just like some teenaged stud out getting his first piece of ass. She's driving me wild!"

His hips began bucking up to her mouth.

She allowed him to drive the spike of his cock into her mouth. Once, he went all the way down her throat.

She felt the heat of his cock sliding across the "U" of her tongue. The rubbery tip of his cock collided with the roof of her mouth, then surged on past her tonsils.

Once all the way down her throat, she swallowed. This simple act caused her Adam's apple to bob up and down. The underside of his cock was massaged and stimulated. She could feel the thick cylinder of prick growing larger while it was in her throat.

Moving her head up and keeping only his cockhead inside her mouth, she sucked for all she was worth.

The use of her tongue along with the suction produced a firehouse of fuming hot jism. The first gob of cum splattered the back of her throat. The next she managed to trap and smear all over her tongue. That was the way she liked it best – she could taste it.

She sucked and sucked and sucked until his cock was limp and empty. Only when she'd carefully pressed it back into his pants using only her tongue, did she surface at the table.

"You've got a drip of cum on your cheek," he told her.

Laurine tried to reach it with her tongue. It was just a bit too far away for her. She didn't have to bother any more. He leaned over and kissed her, his tongue scooping it up.

She reached and grabbed him behind the head. She drew his lips to hers. The instant their mouths met, her tongue was rocketing into his. She wasn't going to allow him to escape with even one drop of his pearly cum.

As their tongues rolled around in erotic combat, she managed to snare that elusive last drop of his salty, tangy jism.

She straightened and broke off the kiss.

"God, you are a sexy bitch!" he exclaimed.

"Would you have me any other way?"

"No!"

"Ready to start work, Miss Parks?" asked the director.

She marveled at the change in the man. The day before, as the priest, he had seemed entirely different. Now he was all business. Laurine could sooner picture this man as the head of a large corporation rather than running a sex-for-hire operation.

That just went to show you couldn't tell a book by its cover.

"I guess so. If it's like the session – interview, rather – I had with you, it should be a snap."

"Maybe not quite as stimulating but there shouldn't be any trouble if you're really willing to get into your role and do what the customer wants."

"The customer comes first," she said.

The director raised his eyebrow slightly, then smiled. "That's one way of stating it. Now," he said, opening a file folder in front of him, "This is your first customer. He described his sister as looking something like you."

Eyes went up and down the slender brunette's body taking in every single curve. The impudent thrust of her boobs and the tiny waist, the jutting of her womanly hips to her slender legs, all fit the bill exactly.

"Before we get started, could I ask a question?"

"It's not usual procedure but since this is your first day, go ahead."

"Where is this place? Love, Inc.?"

The director looked displeased. His voice, however, was a flat monotone betraying not the slightest hint of emotion. "That is something you will probably never learn, Miss Parks. We have to keep its location secret for, call it security, reasons. Your first customer is named Jack. Down the hall and turn left. Room 12."

He pulled out another file folder. Laurine realized the interview was over. She was on the staff, but only provisionally. They wouldn't tell her where the place was. She'd have to continue commuting via the blacked-out-window limousine. Still, it was a small price to pay for all the information she was collecting about Love, Inc. for Bill.

She sighed and went down the hall to the room indicated by the director. She entered and stopped dead in her tracks. The room was nothing like she'd pictured it. Perhaps a bedroom or even a sumptuous sitting room, but this?

It was a second before she could convince herself she wasn't sitting on a tree limb in a tree house.

"Is that you, Sis?" came a hesitant voice. She turned and saw a man dressed up in a style far too young for him.

This had to be Jack.

"Uh, yeah, it's me. Who else were you expecting?"

"Just you. With the folks away, I thought we could have a little talk about us." The voice was growing more and more confident as the man swung into the role.

"What do you want, Jack?" She crossed the set – she couldn't think of this as anything but a stage setting – and perched her behind on the edge of a table.