"Fit to be tied" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vickers Robert)

CHAPTER ONE

"You're only fifteen, aren't you?" the man asked.

The girl cringed a little at his touch. She wasn't sure she wanted him moving his ringers in exactly the way he was doing. The fingertips were brushing over her tits. She couldn't figure out if that was what was bothering her or if she was actually attracted to him.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a priest."

"Yes, I know. But why are you looking at me like that?" Her voice trembled just a little. She thought it was going to break until she swallowed and took a firmer grip on her runaway emotions. The man wasn't going to hurt her. She knew it.

"You're very pretty. Don't you like a man to admire you?"

She understood what the phrase "undressing with his eyes" meant. His gaze was almost a physical thing on her lush body. She could sense him staring boldly at her impudent tits, out-thrust and young and proud.

Even worse, he was allowing his eyes to caress the rest of her. He missed nothing, from her brunette hair, glowing in the dim light of the room, to her well-sculptured facial features, to her delicate neck. The flare of her tits caused his breath to come a little faster but the trim waist and very womanly hips were making him hard. Too hard.

He couldn't conceal his raging hard-on for much longer. The girl's slender legs promised him paradise. For a fleeting instant he wondered what it would be like having those lithe legs wrapped around his waist while he was buried deep up her cunt, fucking the living hell out of her.

There was only one way to find out.

"Little girl, see what I've got for you?" He ran his zipper down with a dull metallic hiss. His cock sprang out, eager as a stallion.

"You're not a priest! You shouldn't do things like that!" she protested.

"But I am a priest and that makes it all right. I know what's proper and what isn't. Believe me, little girl, this is perfectly natural." He advanced on her.

"Don't come any closer! I warn you. I'll tell my mommy! She'll make you stop!" Somehow, the girl's blouse came undone another button in her haste to elude the priest. He was treated to an unobstructed view of a provocatively naked boob.

"I'll show you paradise! I'll give you what no other man ever has. Come here this instant!"

She scrambled away from him. But try as she might, she wasn't able to completely escape his clutches. Fingers ripped and tore at her blouse. In a few seconds, she was naked to the waist.

As her tits bounced up and down from her exertions, she turned and confronted the man.

"What are you going to do to me? You… you're going to rape me! You can't! I'm a virgin! I don't know what to do!"

"Then, my child, I'll instruct you in the ways of the flesh. I'll grant you the carnal knowledge your lush, active young body cries for. All your deepest desires will be fulfilled – by me!"

He lunged and tackled her. His weight carried her to the ground. Pinning her under his body was simple. Looking down into her eyes gave him a feeling of power, a power he'd never known before. There was something about her naive faith, her innocence, that drove him to do this to her.

Ripping off his collar, he flung it aside. Breathing a little easier now, he told her, "This is a communion of the flesh just as church services are a communion of the soul. Close your eyes and allow me to begin."

"You shouldn't do this." Her voice trailed off and he saw doubt in her eyes. She was yielding to him.

His position of power was growing better and better. He was totally in control of the situation now. She wouldn't resist him. A young girl never resisted a priest. He knew that now.

Hands moved carefully up her naked leg until he found her well-fleshed thigh. The skin was warm, vibrant. It may have looked like marble but no hard stone was ever so inviting. His hand moved upward under her skirt until probing ringers found the warmth of her crotch. Even through her panties he felt the heat of her lust.

Like a madman, he ripped off her cotton panties and tore her skirt getting it off. But the effort was worth it. She lay before him, mother naked and totally subservient to his wishes. Whatever he demanded of her, she would do – willingly.

He couldn't take his eyes off her auburn bush. The beads of cunt juice nestling in the fleecy pussy mound caught vagrant rays of light and reflected rainbows to him. The furry triangle of her sex was a signpost pointing between her legs at better things.

His ringers found her already oily sex gash. She was hot and ready – and all his! The years of frustration, of waiting, of abstention were forgotten history now.

"You don't know what it is, little one, to live without the touch of a woman's flesh. To feel her skin satiny and warm under your fingers. To be denied close human contact! You're gorgeous!"

His hands parted her legs. For a moment, she resisted. What he said may have been true. She knew he'd probably taken vows of celibacy before, donning the collar. But he was being too insistent. He was going to stick his thing into her virgin twat!

She didn't know if that was the proper thing for a priest to do or not. Worst of all, she didn't know how to react. Should she fight him off or let him have his will?

"Wh-what do you want me to do?" she gasped out. Already his very nearness was having its toll on her. She was hardly in control of her emotions. The way he was caressing her sent tremors of carnal lust smashing into her carefully constructed mental barricades.

She could feel those barricades weakening. It wouldn't be much longer before she wantonly spread her legs and demanded that he fuck her. The sight of his huge cock bouncing red and virile made her mouth and twat water in anticipation.

"Spread those lovely legs for me, little one. Your spiritual father wishes to show you the marvels of another world now!"

He shoved hard to cram his cock into her. She twisted at the last instant. His rubbery tipped prick went slithering off across her snatch and past her asscheeks.

She struggled to get away from him. She realized this wasn't right. He shouldn't be allowed such easy liberty with her. Her fingers clawed at his black shirt. Tatters began to appear as she ripped more and more of it away.

Even this conspired against her. She wanted to know the feel of his cock burrowing into her cunt but was hesitant. Seeing his manly, hairy chest under the now-ragged black shirt made her hesitate just long enough for him to grab one of her legs and dump her hard onto her back.

"Resist me, will you!" he snarled. "In spite of your reluctance, I'll still give you the greatest gift a man can give a woman!"

Holding one of her legs close to his chest forced her cunt lips to spread wide open. She was exposed and totally vulnerable. He could do anything he liked to her.

And she found herself responding. Her cunt was drooling out its thick oils. She could feel them tickling as they ran down the inside of her leg. And in a kinky way, the feel of his hairy chest rubbing over the calf of her leg was a turn on.

She wanted him more than she'd ever wanted any other man.

"Oh, Father, Father!" she moaned out. "Do it fast! I want to feel your cock in me. IN ME!"

She shuddered as the purpled knob of his prick lightly brushed against her fluttery pussy lips. He didn't ram right into her cunt. Instead, he seemed intent on torturing her. He was prolonging his entry and rubbing his cock all over her delicate flesh.

"I won't fuck a virgin without making her beg for my cock," he said, his voice cold as ice. "When I think you're ready to properly receive me, then, I'll give it to you. All eight inches of it!"

She looked down between her naked tits and saw his cock moving ever closer to the doors of her twat. The feelings mounting inside her threatened to drive her mad with lust. She wanted him, it was wrong, but she wanted him!

"Please, ohhhh, please! Fuck me! I want your cock deep in me where I can feel it!"

The broad tip pressed gently into her sex lips. She could feel the inner pussy lips cringe at the touch of maleness. It sent electric sparks volting all through her. She wanted his cock in her!

As he leaned forward, he hugged her leg closer to his chest and shoved his hips toward her crotch. His cock split the turgid pussy lips and began to move deeper up her cunt. The intrusion into her quim was enough to make her come.

"I… I… aaaaieeee!"

"So, my little girl likes the feel of my prick! You'll get more, much more, before I finish!"

He twisted her leg around so that he could kiss it and still remain buried an inch up her twat. The wetness, the softness, the delicate fluttery feel of his lips on her skin was tantalizing. But she was ignoring that now that she had his cock inside her.

Tensing muscles in her belly, she tried to squeeze down on the prick and hold it firmly within her. It squirted out.

"Please, deeper! I want your cock in me all the way!"

"I wouldn't want to hurt you, little girl. When I pop your cherry, it'll hurt. Do you want the pain?"

"For your cock, yes, YES! Anything, as long as you fuck me!"

"Such language in one so young," he said as if disapproving. But he wasn't. The sight of her gaping cunt thrilled him. And hearing such wanton words coming from such innocent lips made him thrust into her.

His cock vanished all the way up her cunt. He was suddenly buried balls deep in the hottest, tightest pussy he had ever found. This was better than his wet dreams. He was fucking a little girl. He was driving himself into her over and over again.

And she loved it!

She wanted him. She wanted him worse than she'd wanted any man before in her life. With his cock all the way up her cunt, she was able to use her well-trained stomach muscles. She clamped down hard on him.

She gasped in unison with him, but for different reasons. She knew his cock must feel as if it were being crushed flat by her powerful cunt muscles. She loved the sensations ripping through her fragile body. The warm, throbbingly virile cock told her how much he needed her.

And she could feel his lust every time his heart beat. His prick danced around inside her hot tunnel of flesh until she felt as if she had a red hot poker thrust into her guts. It stirred around, moving back and forth just a little. Then he was pulling out and leaving behind a void.

The girl hated that hollow feeling. She wouldn't allow him to pull that lovely spike of all-male flesh from her cunt. The man's prick was necessary to keep her happy. Without it, she was nothing. With it, she was a woman. Total woman.

"Don't!" she begged. "Leave it in! I can stand it if you can!"

"You'll get even more pleasure from my cock in a moment, little one. Just relax and enjoy the fucking."

She felt only his purpled arrowhead separating her pussy lips. Then he was surging all the way up her tight sheath of fuming hot flesh again. He was stretching her cunt in new and delightfully wonderful directions.

The girl almost passed out from the joy of being filled with his powerful cock again. Then she let her body respond to the huge plug of hot manhood in her twat. She began to twist and move. This turned the cock in her cunt and stirred forgotten emotions. She was panting with the strain, the pleasure, as she began to really enjoy his prick.

"Let me really fuck you," he said. "Let me get into position so I can give you the most powerful strokes possible."

"Ummm, yes," she said dreamily. "Anything as long as you don't deprive me of this!"

She tightened her already tight cunt around his buried length. The man groaned softly as he felt the constriction on his cock. Tingles of carnal delight surged into his balls, tightening them into a hard little sphere.

Already his jism was beginning to churn and boil. With his balls tumbling wildly, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back his cum much longer. Damn, but this girl was a hot one! She was about the foxiest bitch he'd ever seen!

And she was all his! His and begging for more of his cock!

"Brace yourself. Here it comes!"

He smashed into her like a runaway freight train. Their crotches ground together with a wet, squishy sound. The heat and pressure on his cock from her juicy twat was more than he could stand.

He pulled out right away.

"Don't, please, don't leave me. I want you sooooooo!"

And this time, her breath was taken when he drove his steely hard prick into her softly yielding cunt. The folds of her pussy expanded and took his full length. And the friction of his entry burned and excited the velvety walls more than the girl was able to stand.

She came.

Her entire body was filled with the most heavenly of feelings. It was a gentle wind at first. Then the pressures inside mounted. She felt the sexual tensions crackle and leap about inside her. Then the hard fist of orgasm smashed into her.

She writhed and twitched and wiggled with the man's huge prick still inside her cunt. The hard rod of cock felt like a stirring rod churning in her guts.

She was covered with sweat but she still urged him on. The way her body sang a song of sheer delight, she knew she had to have more of his long cock. Without it, she might well go mad.

She didn't have to say a word to the man. He was feeling the same tensions in his own body. His balls threatened to explode from the inner pressure at any moment. His scrotum felt like a runaway boiler without a safety valve – or rather, with only one safety valve.

The tiny pin-prick hole at the end of his cock was the only place where he could release the fiery surf of his cum.

As he fucked hard and deep into the willing girl's twat, he felt the friction melting away his self-control. Her cunt walls conspired to rip his jism from his balls and the heat boiling from her guts was too much for him to tolerate for long.

He creamed wildly, spurt after spurt blasting into the girl's eagerly awaiting cunt. He arched his back and screamed out his joy. The physical release of his lead-heavy cum was super. And the feeling of being totally surrounded by the sheath of hot, yielding female flesh was even better than the man expected.

The girl felt the torrents of hot jizz whitewashing her cunt walls. She shivered as the geyser of spunk continued. Finally, the sensation was too intense for her to bear any longer.

For a final time, she came.

As the iron fist of orgasm released her, she collapsed weakly back onto the floor. Her body was exhausted.

Laurine managed to sit up and wipe some of the sweat off her forehead. She looked around and finally found her clothes – her real clothes.

"Can I get dressed now?" she asked the director of Love, Inc.

The man who'd been wearing the priest's collar nodded, smiling from ear to ear.

"You bet," he said. "That was a very fulfilling session." He watched in frank admiration as the nineteen-year-old girl slowly dressed. The man knew she was posing for him. Each move she made was calculated to give a little extra twinge to his depleted cock.

Seeing the smooth lines of her naked body was enough but she was adding a little icing to the cake. Wiggling her ass as she slipped into her too-tight jeans caused the man's cock to jerk a little. As she worked her arms into her blouse, she thrust out her chest.

This time, his cock did jump around. It was coming back to life and after only a few minutes!

She smiled as she buttoned only the bottom three buttons on her blouse. Let him have a good look at her tits. She was proud of them. And she'd never consider housing them in the prison of a bra.

With her nipples boldly poking against the blouse and making tiny mushroom impressions, she smoothed the tails of her blouse and carefully shoved them into the waist of her jeans.

The man ran a nervous hand through his hair, then sat down behind a large oak desk. He said, "I think, Miss Parks – may I call you Laurine? Good. I think, Laurine, that you are perfect for Love, Inc.. You seemed to go along with the little fantasy well. You acted the part of a fifteen-year-old virgin getting her cherry popped very well."

"You weren't any slouch pretending to be a priest. That helped me a lot," she admitted.

The director smiled. "Not all our customers are as skilled. But all require the utmost for their money. Do you think you'd be happy here as one of our staff?"

"This is illegal stuff, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes, of course. The narrow-minded law officials confuse us with a common brothel. We are more of a sex clinic where men and women can come and act out their deepest fantasies – sex fantasies. We certainly give them their money's worth. But does the illegality of our service bother you?" He looked at her with a hawk-like eye.

She shrugged. "It's good money and I need the bread. You've got yourself a new staff member. When do I start?"