Robert Vickers - His daughter_s keeper

Her own pink pussy lips were inside this rim and the sight made her feel absolutely wanton. There was no way she could hold back the urges rampaging inside her tender body now.

"Clive," she said in a low, intimate voice. "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see."

She wiggled her ass just enough to make her cunt lips protrude through the black silk rim of the crotchless panties. The man moaned softly and then told her, "I see an angel come to earth to tempt me. An angel or a devil. I don't know which."

"Fuck me. Fuck me and find out!" she begged.

The chain fastening her to the bed rattled and she felt her already constricted tits tighten even more as the man spun her around. His prick jutted from his trousers and the look on his face told her she'd succeeded in tempting him beyond his ability to deny it.

"Shit, girl, you've pushed me too far. I can't control myself any longer!" He spun her in a circle and pulled hard at the chain holding her neck. She snapped to a halt and bent forward, finding a chair shoved into her belly.

Everything seemed to happen at once. The compression of her boobs due to the corset heightened the effect of being bent over the chair. Her tits felt as if they were ready to explode. Her nipples were long, red fingers pointing outward in an accusing gesture. Her garter belt tightened and pulled her stockings even more firmly up her legs. The tightness of them excited her as much as the silken smoothness rubbing against her skin did.

But it was the long, throbbingly virile prick that was shoved between the meaty slabs of her asscheeks that made her sob with joy. He was going to fuck her!

"If they ever find out about this, it'll be my head on a plate!" he protested.

"I won't tell on you, honest I won't! Just fuck me! I want to, ummmm, oh! Yes, fuck meeeee!"

The probing cock sought and found her trembling cunt lips. The thick arrowhead on the end of his prick spread those pinkly scalloped lips and dipped a little into the well of her passion. Her cunt was frothing with desire now. She wanted nothing more in the world than for this man to fuck her to climax.

He didn't surge all the way up into her cunt. He was showing more technique than this. His cock inched into her pussy in such a way that she was strung out sexually by the time she realized his entire prick was inside her cunt.

The position she was bent into made his prick turn a corner and dive down into the depths of her cunt. This stimulated both of them, though the girl was sure she was getting the best out of the bargain. The sexy clothing added to her thrill and she'd never thought she would be glad to wear such lewd things as crotchless panties. Now she was! It saved the time of having to take them off so his prick could drive hard into her cunt.

"Shit, I never felt a tighter pussy around my cock before," the man gasped out. "You were a virgin and not too long ago. No chick who's had a lot of cock could feel this tight!"

"Only my daddy," she sobbed out. "Only he's fucked me. You're the second, Clive. And how I wish you'd been the first! Fuck me good. Show me what it's supposed to be like, a man fucking a woman!"

He might not have heard her pleas. All he muttered was, "So fucking tight all around my cock. Tight sheath of hot flesh. Hot, like a vise gripping down on me."

His hands circled her waist to give him some leverage. With her hands bound behind her back the way they were and the dog collar on her neck, the redhaired teenager couldn't contribute much to the fucking. The top of the straight backed chair cut into her belly and made it even more difficult for her to breath. The corset was impossibly tight around her body and clung like a sexy second skin. Somehow, being so constricted in her movements added to the girl's lust.

She wasn't responsible for anything done to her. She was bound. She was at this man's mercy. That she wanted him to fuck her like this didn't matter. She could struggle and thrash around all she wanted and wouldn't cause any problem as he fucked her. The girl's movements were simply too restricted for any amount of fighting on her part to matter.

The sexy clothing made her respond more fully to the man, also. She didn't understand what the change was inside her, but it was real. The girl actually felt different, sexier, more willing to do anything this man told her to do. For the cock driving hard into her pussy, fucking her to new heights of enjoyment, she would do anything.

"Do it harder!" she cried out. She felt the edge of the chair cutting harshly into her belly. The wooden back pushed her corset upwards and made her tits feel as if they were going to explode. The way her nipples throbbed with life made her all too aware how turned on she had gotten due to this awful fucking.

She shouldn't have been enjoying it the way she was. She was a prisoner, hands tied together so she couldn't protest even if she wanted to. What appalled her the most was that she wanted Clive to fuck her. The feel of his prick entering the cut out crotch of the panties excited her. When his long, thick prick surged all the way into her cunt, she couldn't think of a single thing in the whole Goddamned world she liked more.

"Fuck harder! Give my cunt the best fucking ever with that Goddamned prick of yours!" The words sent shivers of delight passing through her tender body. The forbidden, naughty words made her feel more sophisticated, more a woman of the world. She wanted Clive to think that. She wanted it desperately for some reason.

"God, can't keep this up much longer. Your pussy is like a hand squeezing down on me. And so fucking hot! Can't believe it." He grunted, then placed his hands on her waist to give him even better leverage as he pulled himself in all the way to the hilt.

She felt the ruffled edges of the panties carried along into her cunt with his hard driving prick. The silken edges tickled and stimulated her more than she would have believed possible. But it was his prick that made her come totally alive with desire. The throbbing, virile cock filled her to overflowing. She could sense her fuck fluids leaking around the thick plug of cock and then running down the inside of her leg.

Sweat formed on her forehead and ran in a steady river onto the seat of the chair. What aroused her even more was the way the sweat on her body seemed to find a natural path all the way to the tips of her boobs. The liquid dribbled off her nipples and made those conical mounds of creamy titflesh, tingle and pulse wildly. Every beat of her heart sent more excited blood hammering into them until she was sure they would begin to flat upwards like hot air balloons.

She wanted to shove her hips back into the man's crotch to insure the deepest possible entry into her cunt. The teenager still didn't know all she could get out of fucking. The sensations running wild in her body were new and wonderously different for her. The friction of the cock against her pussy walls lit tiny watchfires that turned into raging blazes that threatened to consume her.

The girl felt her pussy walls begin to shiver and convulse in a strange and wonderful way. Then she screamed out her joy as orgasm smashed heavily into her body. For a ghastly instant, she thought she was dying. The way her breath seemed to catch in her throat, the way her muscles tensed and refused to relax, the feelings in her pussy, all told her something beyond her experience was happening.

She had gotten off in a small way when Miss Olson had tongue fucked her. That had been her only introduction to real climax and it hadn't been all that satisfying. She had been left with the feeling there should have been more.

The butler's powerful fucking and hard prick shoved balls deep into her cunt showed her what had been missing before. She came again and again and still another time. She felt ragged and ripped apart from reality. Never had such powerful emotions blasted through her entire body. She felt like a small bit of paper tossed high on winds so powerful they were beyond her imagining.