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

CHAPTER TWO

"So, Bill, then this director guy actually put on a priest's outfit and told me I was to pretend to be a fifteen-year-old girl," Laurine said, breathless.

"Yeah?" her boyfriend said. "Then what did he do?"

"He went about seducing me!"

"Great!"

"Beast," she said in mock anger. "You knew he'd have a real desire to sample the merchandise when you sent me in there."

"Sure I did, Laurine. But this is our big chance to bust that clown and the entire Love, Inc. operation. It's nothing but a high-class cathouse. I obviously can't infiltrate the ranks but you, love, you can. You're so damned beautiful, you make my cock turn cartwheels every time I see you."

"You're supposed to be the cop, not the lecher," she reminded him. "Do one thing at a time."

She felt his hand working its way up under her skirt. She started to push it away, then stopped. What harm would it do? Nobody was paying any attention to them. The small sidewalk cafe was crowded but all the people were busy minding their own business.

"So this outfit is supposed to cater to sexual whims that men and women – Christ! – have and can't release any other way. Stuff like a man thinking it'd be kicky to be a priest and rape a fifteen-year-old virgin, I guess."

"Is that all you'll be doing? Playing a young girl? You hardly fit the part. Not with those massive boobs, at any rate."

She wiggled a little as his fingers clutched at her snatch. His hand pressed warmly against the inside of her thigh. She decided it was time to help him out a little. Her thighs closed on his hand and she began rocking gently back and forth in the chair.

This pushed his fist against her pussy lips. It didn't matter that a pair of silk tricot panties was between his hand and her cunt. The nearness of his hand was all that counted to her.

The tiny tingles began to grow in size. Each time she rocked forward and felt his hand and knuckles rub against her pussy lips was more exciting than the last. Soon, before she knew it, she was panting.

"Laurine?"

"Huh?" she gasped. Sweat was beading on her forehead. His handjob was beginning to stir the sleeping embers of her lust. Just the man's nearness was enough. Bill was one hell of a sexy guy.

A cop, sure. She didn't hold that against him. And the excitement he promised her if she'd do this little job for him made her come more alive than she'd been in years.

He was paying her out of police funds to go undercover – with Love, Inc. that was meant literally! It was just like in the movies. Young, gorgeous heroine and dashing young hero conquer the underworld and live happily ever after.

And she wouldn't have minded living happily ever after with Bill, either.

As his hand worked between the elastic band of her panties and her now sweat-slickened skin, she felt new jolts of sexual electricity hurl into her body. He was good in the sack and everything about him turned her on. Sure, he was handsome in a rugged sort of way but it was the way he was muscled that appealed most to her.

He had arms that crushed her and hands that gripped all the right places and she loved it when he was on her, fucking wildly away. Her fingers could grip his ass and feel only rock-hard muscle. He wasn't a softy, this guy.

"So what does this director fellow want from you?"

"Everything," she said, smiling. "That's the way he described it. I get to turn down any of the customers I want but the director made it clear that I'd better not turn down too many."

"What's his name?"

"The director? I don't know. I don't even know where Love, Inc. is. They took me there in a darkened limo. But I'll find out and then you can arrest all of them!"

"You bet, love. You'll get a medal for this."

"That's all?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"A little more than this, surely." Her hand closed over his. She moved his fingers downward through the thick forest of her pussy mound until she came to her pussy lips. Already, they were covered with her inner oils. Ever since his fingers had begun their slow exploration of her crotch the juices had been leaking out of her cunt.

"Now what would you want that was a bit bigger, huh?"

"Something on the order of this!" Her hand didn't have any problem finding his cock. It was erect and throbbing with need. Her fingers clamped down on the mound at the vee of his trousers and began twisting and turning the jerking prick discovered underneath.

"Ummm, hey, watch that. I might have a very childish accident. Hard explaining how a tell-tale wet spot got on my pants."

"Real hard, huh?"

"Yeah, as hard as my cock. Hey, what are you…?"

She slipped under the small table. Through the tangle of table legs, she crawled and found his crotch. A quick movement freed his cock. Far away, she heard his complaint, "Stop that!"

But she didn't believe he meant it. Not when his prick was standing so stiff and lovely in front of her face. She wanted to kiss that cock and take it into her mouth. She wanted to give him a blow job right there in public.

Then, she suddenly decided, why not? Who was to stop them? Bill was a cop. He could take care of any real trouble with the heat. And the girl didn't believe in frustrating her sexual drives.

She took his cock into her mouth. Instantly, she heard him gasp in surprise and pleasure. Her tongue began working on his prick. A slow, languorous trip around his glans made him wiggle and lift his hips off the chair. He wanted to face fuck her but didn't dare. He was already banging his legs against the table.

"Stop it," he demanded. His voice was firmer than it had been before. This time he might actually mean it. She'd just have to convince him otherwise.

Her mouth closed firmly on the end of his cock. She began sucking until her cheeks went concave under the pressure she was exerting. Then she tended to his glans with her rough, wet tongue.

She didn't miss a single inch of that throbbingly alive, all-male cock. The tiny folds of loose skin quickly vanished as more and more excited blood hammered hard into his prick. She soothed and caressed his entire length with her tongue.

By the time she reached his balls, he wasn't complaining. He couldn't. The man knew if he even opened his mouth, he'd groan out loud and attract attention. It was better to let the girl give him head. No one was watching. A couple maybe suspected what was happening under the table but they were being cool about it.

They probably enjoyed seeing him struggle against the sweet confinement of her mouth.

She abandoned his cock and took his balls fully into her mouth. With her tongue against the side of the hairy sac, she could feel the action inside. His jism was coming to a boil. The balls were lurching hard against the walls of his scrotum and she knew that he was going to erupt at any instant.

She didn't want that while she was letting his cock dance around in the air next to her face. She was a greedy bitch. She wanted every single drop of his tasty cum. It was hers – all hers. She'd gotten him hard and it was her reward.

Kissing and licking, she worked back to the end of his prick. There, she explored a bit more with her tongue. The broad purpled head was circumcised. She let her tongue wash over the hood of his cock until he was thrashing around above her.

Once, his hand slammed down so hard on the table it set cups and saucers to dancing noisily.

She heard a voice say, "Anything the matter, mister?"

The man answered the waitress in a choked, hoarse voice. "N-no, n-nothing wrong. It's just a little hot out here. Thanks."

The girl smiled wickedly. The waitress was standing just inches away. If she could suck hard enough on the man's prick, he might give them both away. The thought of being discovered giving head in public made the girl's crotch grow wet and sticky. She used one of her free hands to stroke over her pussy lips.

The bolt of sexual lightning that blasted into her body caused her to suck in her breath hard. This was communicated instantly to the man.

"W-watch it!" he gasped. "You almost got us caught before. God, why are you doing this to me?"

She could have told him. His cock was long and she was hungry. If he couldn't ball her in public, this was the next best way she had of getting a taste of it.

She tasted the tiny bead of bitter pre-cum. It oozed out the end of his fuck stick. Her avid tongue swirled around and caught the tiny bead of juice. Savoring it, she knew it wouldn't be long before a flood of even tastier cream came out.

Thrusting her tongue downward, she tried to stuff herself into the pin-prick hole at the end of his cock. She couldn't make it. It didn't matter to her. Trying was all that counted. And it got them both even hotter.

She loved the taste of cock and couldn't get enough of it. The heavy male musk odor was the most intense here, close to a man's crotch. And the taste of his cock was even better. She licked his prick like it was a meaty popsicle. Every single inch received her tonguing until he was slowly sliding down in his chair, trying to cram his prick all the way down her throat.

"Oh, Christ, hurry, damn you, hurry!" he hissed. "I need to get my rocks off!"

She used her teeth on the sides of his cock then. The hard teeth left fiery red marks on his aroused flesh. Then soothing lips washed away any hint of pain. She worked all the way down to the base of his prick this way. The hardness contrasted beautifully with the softness of her lips.

That contrast was almost enough to cause him to shoot his wad. The girl heard him muttering, "Shit, just like some teenaged stud out getting his first piece of ass. She's driving me wild!"

His hips began bucking up to her mouth.

She allowed him to drive the spike of his cock into her mouth. Once, he went all the way down her throat.

She felt the heat of his cock sliding across the "U" of her tongue. The rubbery tip of his cock collided with the roof of her mouth, then surged on past her tonsils.

Once all the way down her throat, she swallowed. This simple act caused her Adam's apple to bob up and down. The underside of his cock was massaged and stimulated. She could feel the thick cylinder of prick growing larger while it was in her throat.

Moving her head up and keeping only his cockhead inside her mouth, she sucked for all she was worth.

The use of her tongue along with the suction produced a firehouse of fuming hot jism. The first gob of cum splattered the back of her throat. The next she managed to trap and smear all over her tongue. That was the way she liked it best – she could taste it.

She sucked and sucked and sucked until his cock was limp and empty. Only when she'd carefully pressed it back into his pants using only her tongue, did she surface at the table.

"You've got a drip of cum on your cheek," he told her.

Laurine tried to reach it with her tongue. It was just a bit too far away for her. She didn't have to bother any more. He leaned over and kissed her, his tongue scooping it up.

She reached and grabbed him behind the head. She drew his lips to hers. The instant their mouths met, her tongue was rocketing into his. She wasn't going to allow him to escape with even one drop of his pearly cum.

As their tongues rolled around in erotic combat, she managed to snare that elusive last drop of his salty, tangy jism.

She straightened and broke off the kiss.

"God, you are a sexy bitch!" he exclaimed.

"Would you have me any other way?"

"No!"