Robert Vickers - Fit to be tied

He was too busy hanging on to her thrashing body to answer. And all around his cock was a powerfully gripping cunt. The convulsive force which seized and held her body in a vise of enjoyment also hammered at him.

He thought he was going to be crushed flat by her pussy walls. They clung and mashed down hard on him. He was suddenly suffocated by them. But what a way to go!

"I love you, I love you!" she moaned over and over.

Then, as the powerful orgasm relaxed in her, she began really fucking herself on his upright cock.

She rose, then fell like a meteorite from outer space. Her hips went wild in their gyrations. Nothing mattered more to her than having that big cock stuffed hard and fast up her cunt. She felt empty without it. She needed every single millimeter of it to be a whole woman.

The lewd squishy noise that filled the room heightened her senses. She was driven on to even greater peaks of joy. The sound was from a long cock drilling into a wet-with-lust pussy.

"God, Sis, I… oh, shit! I can't keep it in any longer!"

"Yes, you can! For me, Jack darling. Do it for me, your sister. Please don't come yet!"

Her hips worked like the arm on an oil pump. Her ass was working up and down as hard as she could push it. She wanted the maximum feelings in her body before he came.

Her guts were burning with desire. Each time her hips shot down, she took his prick all the way up her twat until she thought it was a burning hot poker. The friction warmed her like napalm spreading in her guts. And the look on the man's face convinced her of the rightness of her act.

"Incest," she muttered. "It's incest – and I love it!"

He came. His cock stiffened convulsively, then began spewing out its creamy load of jism. The first touch was enough to ignite her passions anew. She came with him. Locked together, they rolled through their mutual orgasm.

Somehow, both of them coming together heightened the experience for her.

When the cock slipped, limp and depleted from her cunt, she sat back on her heels and looked down into the man's eyes. They were burning with an inner fire that had been lacking before. He'd really gotten a large charge out of this mock incestuous fucking.

And she had to admit she had, too. Laurine didn't quite understand it. She didn't have a brother or a sister. And she barely remembered her parents. The idea of incest had never been one to get her all hot and bothered. But she'd seen what it meant to this man, and how it had been communicated to her. It was a potent force. And a good one from what she could tell.

"Well, Jack, was it anything at all like you expected?"

"Sis, it… it was super!"

"God, I'm glad you liked it. I wanted it to be good for you this first time. And next time, it'll be even better."

"Next time? I don't know."

"You're not giving up, are you, Jack?" She let a shocked look come into her eyes. "This is only the start. You have to keep going, keep practicing. After all, the next time you make it with me, you're going to have to show me what a real stud you are."

"The next time," he said thoughtfully, "Yes! The next time I will!"

She only smiled. Laurine decided she was going to like this job a lot.

"You did very well, Miss Parks. The man, your customer, that is, was very pleased. And, I might add, the sales job you gave him about returning was admirable. He's a good customer. One of the best, in fact."

The director looked down into the folder he'd taken from a stack beside his hand and quickly scanned it. He said, "The next customer…"

"The next one!" said Laurine in surprise. "I just finished! Don't I even get time off for a coffee break?"

"Do you want it?"

"Well, no. I feel good." And she did. She felt better than she had in years. The fire of intrigue burned brightly in her. She was doing all this for Bill. She was a spy in the enemy camp and she was enjoying what the enemy was doing.

"I didn't think so. There's a look our staff get on their faces after a particularly stimulating session that tells me they're ready to forge ahead into new and more rewarding fields."

"I do feel sort of high. Not a drug high, but just damned good!"

"Excellent. The next customer is a bit more physical than most but I'm sure you'll accommodate him. Room 41 at the far end of the hall."

Laurine almost ran down the hall. She could hardly wait. The feel of Jack's cock reaming her out had set her onto a new road. The addiction to sex had long been with her. She couldn't five without it, lots of it. But this was different. She not only found herself wanting lots of sex but as wide a variety as possible.

And the next customer sounded like what she wanted. "Physical," the director had said.

She shivered a little at the thought of what this session was going to be like.

The instant she pushed into the room, she was attacked. Strong arms curled around her legs and unceremoniously dumped her to the floor. Struggling, she rolled over. She vaguely noticed the floor and walls were padded. It'd be hard hurting herself in this insane asylum type room.

Standing over her, totally naked and with a raging hard-on, was the biggest man she'd ever seen. He was easily six foot six, but this wasn't the way she meant big. Nor was his two-thirty weight all that unusual.

It was his cock – all twelve inches of it.

"So, you're the one they selected for me," he boomed in a deep voice.

Laurine looked up at him, wondering why his body gleamed so in the light of the room. Then she understood. His entire body had been oiled down until he was as slippery as a politician making campaign promises.

Stiff, she couldn't fully understand what was going on. Her mind wasn't able to take in the full length of his boner. It was just too big for her to comprehend.

She didn't have a chance to do much more thinking. The man dived at her. His fingers clamped around one of her ankles and he pulled her powerfully to him. His slippery hands shucked off her shoes. He worked hard at her skirt before she decided she didn't like this all that much.

Squirming, she eluded him. The oil on his hands betrayed him. But he didn't seem displeased with her actions. If anything, he was spurred on to even more vigorous effort.

The girl was at a disadvantage. She was trying to keep out of his grasp and, at the same time, was fascinated by the way his cock bounced around. It was a miniature flagpole jutting from his groin. All it lacked was a big American flag fluttering in the breeze.

"What's going on?" she demanded, barely escaping his questing hands.

"I'm going to have you! I'm going to fuck you a dozen different ways! Never had any woman failed to receive my cock in less than twelve different positions before they got me off."

A challenge? She thought so. But what was this about a dozen different positions. She didn't understand but knew that the best way of finding out was to keep fighting him off.

"Not with this chick, you're not," she told him. But she had to keep moving. Standing still wouldn't do, as she found out.

He scooped her legs out from under her again. She went down but not too hard. Opening her mouth to complain, she found his prick shoved against her lips.

She couldn't help herself. She sucked his prick in. Her jaw muscles protested mightily. His cock was as huge around as it was long. But it was worth the exertion.

The oil was ordinary cooking oil. The taste wasn't that great but not too bad, not at all bad when she considered the luscious taste of the man's prick. Her tongue completely eliminated all the oil at the very tip of his cock.

But he gave a couple quick thrusts into her mouth as if beginning to face fuck her, then pulled out.

He shouted in triumph, "ONE!"