Robert Vickers: His daughter_s keeper

The Rolls moved away from the curb and headed towards – what? She didn't know and there was no way for her to tell. The windows of the back compartment had been silvered so that it appeared they were surrounded by mirrors. There was no way she could look out and see what her destination was going to be.

Pouting, she sat on the seat and glowered at Clive. The man's eyes were on her constantly. When he licked his lips, she knew what was going through his mind. Looking at his crotch and seeing the telltale bulge growing there was almost icing on the cake. He liked what he saw. She wondered if a hired servant in Mr. Strong's employ would be able to sample the same things that the master did.

She found out.

He said nothing but reached down and pulled hard at his zipper. There was a harsh metallic hiss as it raced to the bottom of the track, but this wasn't what held Carole's full attention. The long, acorn-tipped cock that leaped out for her inspection was pulsing and throbbing with lust. Lust for her.

"Go on," he said in a deceptively quiet voice. "Suck me off. I want to see how well you give head."

"No! You can't make me do that. I… I won't suck on any man's prick! I've never done a thing like that."

He looked at her as if she was lying – and she was. While she was a virgin, or had been, she'd sucked enough cock to keep the boys interested in her. She wasn't quite the cock teaser that Mr. Strong believed her to be. If a guy interested her and she wanted to keep seeing him, she'd give him a blow job. She licked her lips remembering the last time she'd tasted a stud's cock. It'd been only a few weeks before. She and Dick had gone to the drive in movies. She couldn't even remember what the feature was because they'd begun the heavy petting soon.

She shivered at the memory of his hand moving all over her tits. She could hardly suck in enough air to keep going. When his fingers had closed on her nipples, she had shuddered and knew then that it was going to be a special evening. She had forced his hand away from her pussy; that was off limits. Had been off limits until her father raped her.

But there wasn't any real hesitation as she'd gone down on her boyfriend. His prick always amazed her the way it was so tasty and heavy with male musk odor. What would it be like forced to suck cock instead of doing it because she enjoyed it?

Carole found out.

A heavy hand gripped her neck and pulled her to the floor in front of the butler. The man spread his legs and pulled her into his crotch. The floor of the car was thickly carpeted and she felt her knees scuffing across the thick pile, bruising her flesh slightly. With her hands bound behind her back the way they were, she couldn't really fight him off very effectively, although she tried.

"Don't," he commanded. "I'm going to find out – for Mr. Strong, of course – just how talented you are. You appear to be inexperienced."

Those words infuriated her. She looked up into the man's gray eyes, her green ones blazing with fury. Inexperienced! Well, sure, she was, but hearing it from his lips made her mad. Damned mad. She'd show him!

Without a word, she jerked her head free of his hand, tossed a mane of red hair back over her shoulder and dipped her mouth down toward his prick.

The thick fuck stick jutted proudly from his groin. She had to admit he had a huge pecker. The way it throbbed and danced around showed the pent-up lust he held for her. She vowed to get him off so fast he wouldn't know what she'd done to him. That would show him who was inexperienced!

Her lips closed over just the tip of his prick. Then she began using her tongue to tease and torment the delicate flesh she found there. The cleft head guided her tongue down to the tiny triangular flap of skin dangling just under the head. This was the most sensitive portion of his prick. She batted that skin around with the rough tip of her tongue until the man was moaning in pleasure.

Changing her tactics, she started kissing down the side of his prick. The cock stiffened even more. She hadn't thought that would be possible but it was. The heavy pounding of his distant heart was transmitted directly to his cock. Each and every time it jerked, she knew his heart had beat again. By the time she licked and kissed her way to his hairy sac containing his balls, the cock was bouncing all over the place.

Her agile tongue flicked out and tapped the hairy bag of his balls. Pressing her tongue hard into the limp flesh, she felt the balls inside begin to lurch and tumble with joy. The thick stew of his jism was approaching the boiling point. She wanted to make sure it spewed out the tip of his prick in nothing less than superhuman time.

"Ummm, God, that mouth of yours feels so damned good all over me. Keep going, kid. I like the way you go down on me. That bit with the tongue pressing into my balls really turns me on!"

The man's hands laced through the thick mane of her coppery red hair. He began stroking and petting her as if she were some sort of small animal. In a way that angered her. And in another, it amused her. He liked what she was doing to him. The teenager vowed to show him just how inexperienced she really was!

She might not have put out for every guy in the school like some of her friends, but she knew a few moves which would put this guy in his place. And she was going to use them on his balls right now. Sucking hard, she managed to pull the tiny bag into her mouth. Then her ruby lips closed on it and she started to gently gnaw on his balls.

He went wild with delight.

"Shit, girl, never felt anything like that before! Gotta work hard to keep my jism down. Feel it inching along my cock. Shiiiiiit, that mouth of yours is something else!"

She smiled, his balls hardening into a tight sphere within the soft prison of her lips. She wanted to reach out and cradle his balls as they came spilling from her mouth but her tied hands prevented that. Scooting around on her knees, she managed to shift positions enough to do what she wanted to. Her tongue forced his balls from her mouth and she began to work on the underside of his prick. Her rough, pink tongue flicked out and lightly touched first here, then there.

His hips were restless on the velvet car seat. He shoved forward in an attempt to get more of his prick closer to her mouth. Saying nothing, he accepted her mouth love openly.

"Like it, don't you?" she taunted. "How do you rate me, huh?" She was feeling a bit more in control now. She'd been robbed when her father had fucked her. She hadn't come. That intense emotional release had been left locked up inside her young body until it had almost driven her wild. She couldn't even masturbate to get off, not with her hands tied the way they were. But now she could make this butler jump to her tune.

Looking up at the windows, she gasped. Pot the first time she noticed her reflection in the mirrored windows. The sight of that long, purple headed cock bouncing near her red lips proved to be an incredibly erotic sight. It spurred her on to really suck on the man's cock. And when she witnessed the sight of his thick stalk of cock disappearing into her ruby lips, she had to swallow hard. This was sexier than she'd thought it would be.

True, she hated the idea that she was being forced to do this horrid thing. With her hands behind her back and the man's superior strength forcing her head down to his prick, she was helpless to do anything else. There was a certain element of desire blossoming inside her, though. It was something new for her and she couldn't identify the source of the itch deep in her pussy.

She wished she could reach put and drive her finger into her ravaged twat. Scratching that deep itch might help her a little with the hollowness she felt. That wasn't possible; she would have to try and assuage her slowly growing desires in some other way.