Robert Vickers - His daughter_s keeper

Such as sucking on the cock dancing against her soft lips.

She sucked in and took the entire tip of the trembling cock into her mouth. A sideways glance showed her the entire sexy action was being reflected perfectly in one mirrored wall. Inch by slow inch the cock vanished into her humid cavern of mouth. She felt the rubbery tip bounce off the roof of her mouth and then slide down into her throat.

Panic struck her as the prick filled her throat. She couldn't take his entire length like this. It wasn't possible! But the teenager managed to get the entire prick down without gagging. It throbbed and danced in her throat so that every time she swallowed, her Adam's apple would massage the delicate underside. Finally, she wasn't able to stand it any longer. She had to get that cock out of the tight throat passage so she could breath again.

"God," the man said as his prick escaped, the confines of her throat, "never felt anything like that before. Almost made me get my rocks off. Almost. You're going to have to try harder if you want to truly please me."

The words hit her like a hammer blow. She couldn't believe that all her oral acrobatics were going for nothing. The teenager wanted to cry from humiliation and frustration. Snuggling closer, she breathed hard into the man's bush. The hot gush made the crinkly strands of pubic hair flutter. She knew that had to be sensitizing his already quivering prick. The lightest touch was electric to him – if the way his prick responded was any indication of his real arousal.

She sucked as hard as she could on the end of his prick. The girl's cheeks went concave with the pressure of her suction. She had to get him off using her tongue, she roughly whirled around the mad's glans until his hips rose off the soft seat covers every time she tried to stuff her tongue down the piss-slit. They both knew this wasn't possible but the attempt aroused them and made it all worthwhile.

"More. Shit, give me more of that mouth, kid. You're doing good, real good. I think Mr. Strong's going to like you a hell of a lot."

This angered the redhaired teenager even more. She wanted Clive to be the one who wanted her.

She felt nothing but repulsion toward Mr. Strong. The man had bought her like a slave on an auction block. She wouldn't cooperate with him. Not at all. But this man had spurred her on to suck his prick. She wanted to do a good job, to please him. There was an attraction for Clive she felt that didn't have any sense or logic to it.

The thick taste of male musk clung to her lips and coated her tongue. She loved the way it seemed to spread throughout her mouth and down into her throat. This keyed her up and made her aware of every single nerve in her body. The way her cunt was sluggishly flowing bothered her. She shouldn't have felt this kind of arousal simply because dye was forcing her to do such a horrible thing. But she did.

That confused her even more. She was enjoying this. The girl knew it was a degrading thing to be abused like this, but she was getting off on it in a big way. Deciding to think about it later when she could, she applied all her talents to sucking on the man's trembling prick. The way it was beginning to buck and dance under her expert lips, she knew it wouldn't be long before the thick flood of his jism leaped forth.

She didn't want to have that spewing prick in her mouth then. She didn't like the taste of come. Even the idea of swallowing that gooey slime made her slightly sick to the stomach thinking about it. But until that moment, she vowed to give him the best blow job he'd ever gotten.

Her tongue was restless, moving to and from and touching all the right spots. When the cock began to expand to an eyeh larger girth than before, she guessed he was at the breaking point sexually. A tiny drop of bitter pre-come told her the torrent of jism was just behind. But before she could move her mouth off the purpled glans, his fingers tightened their grip and prevented her from moving.

The teenager's mouth was firmly fixed at the end of the fountaining prick. She was forced to take all his white hot come into her mouth. She recoiled in horror but the hands on her head pulled her face into his crotch. He demanded that she face fuck herself while he was jetting out his lead-heavy load of come.

She choked and tried to pull back. This only increased the friction of her lips on the sides of his prick. He let her face fuck herself until his prick went limp and slipped from her lips. Then he pushed her back to the floor of the car.

"Very good. You surprised me with your expertise. Where did you learn to suck cock like that?" he asked in a conversational tone. As if it meant nothing to him, he carefully put his prick back into his trousers and zipped the fly.

"You slimy bastard," she moaned, the come dribbling down the side of her face. She tried to spit it all out and found herself swallowing it instead. The salty tang to it wasn't as repulsive as she'd thought it would be, but she didn't dare let Clive know that. She had to show him he couldn't abuse her like this.

She spat a tiny bit of his come onto his perfectly polished shoes. Carole immediately regretted it when dye forced her to lick it off.

"Now don't act like a little fool," Clive cautioned her as he pulled her into the foyer of the mansion. She looked around in absolute awe. The marble statuary had to be worth a fortune. The paintings on the walls looked old and valuable. She didn't know enough about art to even begin to identify them, but she guessed that Mr. Strong did nothing by half measures. All were probably real. "Let me go, please!" she begged the butler.

"I… I'll do anything if you'll just let me go. I'll even suck you off again!" she said desperately. "I'll do anything you want, if you'll just give me a break."

Clive smiled thinly before he told her, "You'll do anything I say now. And Mr. Strong would be very mad if I took it upon myself to let you go free. I fear you're going to have to put up with him. And that bitch of his."

Carole looked at the man and suddenly felt stark terror. The way Clive talked, she was in for even worse than she'd gotten already at Mr. Strong's hands. And whoever the woman was he referred to, it was obvious he didn't care for her.

The girl allowed the butler to maneuver her up the staircase to a luxurious bedroom on the second floor. The bed was an old style, four poster and covered with a velvet bedspread that must have cost a fortune. Indeed, the entire room was lavish to the point of absurdity. But the thing that made Carole turn cold inside was dangling from the head of the bed.

A dog collar fastened to a chain. And that dog collar padlocked shut. She instinctively knew where it was going to be fastened, too. When Clive snapped it shut around her neck, she broke down and cried.

He gently patted her on the shoulder and tenderly said, "It'll be all right. Just do as they say and it'll be okay. I promise you."

She looked up and was surprised to find that the man meant what he said. She didn't understand it but he obviously felt something for her beyond what Mr. Strong did. Carole decided that she had an ally in Clive, although one who wasn't in a position to let her go free. Still, any friend in this cruel palace of love was better than none.

"Prepare yourself now. That slut of his will be coming along any time now to inspect you."

The words were hardly out of the butler's mouth when the door swung open on silent hinges and in strode a woman dressed entirely in black silk. The thin cape around her shoulders accentuated the thrust of her tits and outlined her ample curves. This was one beautiful woman. No high fashion model, she had meat on her and in all the right places. Tits were full, hips were surging with femaleness, body was trim and muscular – and the eyes were cold.