Robert Vickers: His daughter_s keeper

"More," she shrieked. "Fuck me more! I… aaaaaaieeeeee!"

Her entire body was caught up in the come. She shuddered and tried to stuff her cunt back around the impaling spike of prick fucking her cunt so expertly. She felt every single contour of that powerful cock as her cunt smashed down on its buried length. She felt the thick arrowhead topping the long cock shaft in addition to the wrinkles and bumps and veins. Most of all, the friction of the fucking turned her on.

She had to have more, yet bound as she was, there seemed no way of getting it. Clive came to her rescue. His hips exploded in a wild frenzy of fucking that would, have satisfied even a nymphomaniac.

The girl's pussy burned with desire. The cock fulfilled her every need. Lust burned brighter and brighter until she came again. When she was drifting down from her sexual high, she realized that Clive was fucking with ragged, uneven strokes now, not like he had been before. Then came the fluid gush of his white hot jism. It spurted all the way into her pussy. She tensed and another come possessed her like some demon of lust. Then they were rocking and grunting and moaning together in mutual satiation.

It made her feel a bit sad when she felt the man's prick melting inside her cunt. Somehow, in spite of the tremendous fucking, she had wanted a bit more. But she would have to be satisfied with this.

"Clive," she gasped. "That was the best ever. I never imagined fucking could be so good."

"Whew, yeah, it was good," he admitted. "And I shouldn't have done it. Damn."

"But why not? I wanted it as much as you… I don't know much about these things, Clive, and I'm glad you do. Together, maybe we can really do great things."

"It can't happen, Carole. Never. No matter how fine it is with you, we are both still working for Mr. Strong. I shouldn't have done this. He might have wanted you all for himself."

She tried to argue with him but couldn't. He wouldn't listen to her. She didn't know what sort of hold Mr. Strong had over Clive but it was a powerful one. No amount of argument would convince him that what had happened was anything less than a betrayal of his employer's trust. The butler left the room without another word.

Carole hung over the back of the chair, the coal air from the air conditioner soothing her heated pussy and sending shivers up and down her spine.

"So you've been keeping yourself amused, I see," said Mr. Strong. Carole couldn't see the man. She was still draped over the back of the chair and straining to rise from the awkward position. Suddenly aware of how vulnerable she was in this position, and how apparent the fucking must be to the man, she tried even harder to get her feet under her. The corset, however, had caught on the back of the chair and held her.

"Please, Mr. Strong. I can't get out of this!"

"That's all right. Just let me inspect you. You don't seem any the worse for the care – should I say tender loving care – that Clive has bestowed on you." She recoiled from the touch of his fingers on the lips of her pussy. He pulled away some of the drying come that had leaked from her cunt. "Yes, I see that dye has been here before me. I shall have to discipline him for this. I wanted to be the first."

"Don't hurt him! It was all my fault! And you wouldn't have been the first," she said bitterly. "Don't you remember how you got my daddy to rape me?"

"Of course I remember. I merely meant the first to give you the fucking such a lovely creature as yourself deserves. I found his performance to be less than adequate. Obviously he hadn't spent the time and effort in perfecting his techniques."

"Like you?" she said sarcastically.

"Surely, my dean I have the money, I have the time. Why shouldn't I have a hobby which pleases me? Love in all its aspects fascinates me. I intend to continue exploring those ins and outs, so to speak, all my life."

"By buying slaves, like me?"

"I'm sorry you look on yourself as a slave. I prefer the term of indentured servant. You won't be resold or anything like that after I tire of you. Rather, you'll be given a large amount of money and sent to wherever in the world you like. Perhaps Paris. It is a romantic city. Or London or Tokyo or whatever strikes your fancy."

"And when will that be? Never?"

"Hardly. You overestimate your attractiveness, young lady. In perhaps a year after I've fully explored your body and mind, then you'll be released. Until then, you are to be my honored guest."

"Sex slave is more like it." Carole began to feel real pain at being bent double over the back of the chair. She struggled to free the corset and stand erect. She wasn't even sure she could succeed. Clive had given her a taste of real fucking – man and woman fucking. It had left her weak in the knees.

"I see Clive has dressed you as I requested. A fetching costume, black silk stockings, panties and corset, don't you agree?"

Carole started to answer when she felt something rubbing across her ass. Through the thin silk of the panties she should have been able to detect instantly what it was; she couldn't. The object was small, round and hard. At first, she thought it might be the man's prick, then she remembered seeing Mr. Strong jerking off while her father raped her. His prick had been very thick in girth and wasn't short by any definition. Whatever it was stroking across her behind wasn't much thicker than her index finger.

"Such a nice ass," he commented, as if he were purchasing a side of beef. "But it will have to be punished. You confessed that you seduced poor Clive. I can believe you capable of such wiles, really I can. Lovely thighs, gorgeous legs, firm tits, yes, I can believe you guilty of seducing the poor boy."

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she asked, suddenly frightened. The cold voice hadn't changed one bit. The man was still as aloof and distant as ever. That frightened Carole even more. If he would only show anger, she could understand his motivations. But this was beyond her experience.

"Whip you, of course." There was a whistling noise, then she screamed. Burning hot pain lanced into her tightly stretched buttocks. A thick red welt grew across her ass where he had hit her with the riding crop. He lashed out again and made a red X on her butt.

"Stop! That hurts!"

"But of course it hurts, my dear. Punishment should cause pain, otherwise you wouldn't remember it. I feel punishment should be both cruel and unusual for that very reason. The human being is complex but pain is a fine training tool."

He continued to methodically whip her ass with the leather riding crop. Bent like a pretzel over the chair, she couldn't escape. Twisting and turning didn't even upset the chair. The legs were splayed out in such a way that it would require more strength than she possessed to topple it. She could do nothing but accept the whipping he gave her.

The pain arched into her body and filled her with abject suffering. But strangely the way he was spanking her changed all that pain into an odd pleasure after a while. The way he whipped her ass made her flesh glow with a warm cherry red feeling. It spread like melted butter and puddled in her belly. Soon, even her cunt was responding to the spanking in an obscene way. She wanted to cry when she felt her cunt begin to water and drool.

"Ah," he said, noting this change almost instantly, "this is amazing. You would seem to be enjoying the pain. Can it be that your cunt wants something stuffed up it? Perhaps something like Clive's pecker?"

A million thoughts flashed through Carole's mind then. To have Clive fuck her again while her ass burned with desire would be the best thing in the whole wide world. She blurted out, "Yes, yes! I want him fucking me hard and fast and deep!"