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

CHAPTER FIVE

"Very good, Miss Parks. I was watching on the closed circuit cameras and saw your performance. The customer even threw in a bonus for you, he was so pleased with your performance." He silently pushed a plain white envelope across to the girl.

She took it and looked inside. There were three one-hundred dollar bills. "I… this is for me?" She couldn't believe it. With what Love, Inc. was paying her, this was just too much.

"Yours. We believe in keeping staff members happy if they are doing their jobs well. You have worked out to be one of the more promising new additions to Love, Inc.. Your next assignment is a bit less active, though I trust you won't sluff off on the job."

"If it's anything like the last customer, I won't!"

"It's nothing like the last customer, I assure you. We try to keep your customers as varied as possible. Prevents you from taking this job too lightly. After all, the customer pays for a unique service. We provide the finest in sexual excitement and fantasy for our customers. That will never change as long as I'm running the company."

"Okay, sure," Laurine said, not really caring about the sales pitch. To her, this was a sexy adventure like something out of a book. She was an undercover agent working against the forces of lawlessness. And she'd have to turn all of the staff of Love, Inc. in to Bill when the time came.

Until then, she'd enjoy this to the maximum.

She put the envelope containing the hundred dollar bills into her purse. Laurine didn't know if this would be impounded as evidence or not. Maybe it wouldn't. She wouldn't mention it to Bill. Let him bust his balls for the pittance paid by the police department. She'd make a few bucks off this little venture.

She silently stood and left the director, wondering what the new customer was going to be like. The first had been on an incest trip. That hadn't been so bad. Pretending to be the guy's older sister had been fun. And he certainly knew how to use that old fucking tool of his.

But the highlight of her brief stay at Love, Inc. had to be the well-oiled man and his wrestling. The feel of his hands slipping across her body had been sexy.

She was sorry that she'd have to turn him in to Bill, too. The man's cock was a real pussy pleaser. Sure, she'd thought he would rip her apart with that massive twelve incher, but he'd known how to use it. And he'd used it on her with all the expertise of a real stud.

The girl shivered a little just thinking about that huge cock fucking into her cunt. The way her twat was stretched in new and deliciously different directions had shown her she didn't know all there was about making love. He'd certainly shown her more than his wrestling style during her brief stay in that padded room.

Hesitating before the door to Room 18, she wondered what was waiting for her inside. Something different the director had said. How different? She wasn't sure she was up to anything really kinky. Yet the director had told her when she agreed to work here that he'd warn her in advance of anything really outrageous.

Whatever lurked inside couldn't be too bad.

Boldly, she walked in. This setting was a kitchen. The large, smooth kitchen table wasn't set but a woman sat there, drinking coffee.

She smiled as Laurine walked into the room and said, "My dear! Come in! It's so good to see you again. It's been months and months!"

"Well, I was just passing through the, uh, neighborhood and decided to see how you were getting along."

The girl wasn't able to work all this out in her head. What was expected of her?

"I've missed you so. Why did you leave me like you did? Was it, you know, him?"

Something told Laurine to say, "No, how could you think that. He wasn't the reason at all."

The woman relaxed visibly. She was happy, smiling from ear to ear now. "I'm so glad to hear that. I worried you'd left me for him."

It clicked in Laurine's mind. The woman was acting out a lesbian fantasy. Or was it purely a fantasy? Somehow, she didn't think so. She'd never made love to another woman. The idea struck her as kinky. It wasn't something she really wanted to do, either.

Still, the director had assigned her to this woman. She was obligated to carry through the best she could.

"No way. You're far too pretty for me to leave for long. I… I just had personal business that needed attending to. It was worrying me. And I didn't think I could give my best to you."

"You're so thoughtful. But then, you always were. That's what attracted me to you in the first place."

She reached out and stroked over Laurine's cheek. The girl had to fight to keep from flinching. But the touch was light, cool. And she knew how it pleased the other woman.

She took the woman's hand in hers and kissed the palm. This made the woman move even closer. The coffee cup shattered on the floor. She ignored it.

Her hands circled Laurine's head and pulled the girl's lips to hers. The girl wanted to fight, to back away. She didn't. One little kiss couldn't be that bad.

As her soft lips met equally soft ones, she found herself getting hot for the woman. She couldn't explain it. Perhaps it was the softness of the lips or the gentle hands. Men weren't this gentle. They were rough and demanding.

She liked that – but maybe not all the time.

Her lips parted a little and the woman's tongue came charging in. Their tongues tangled in an erotic dogfight. She darted her tongue lightly against the woman's, then tried to hide. The woman's pink, rough tongue sought hers out. The hide-and-seek game continued until they were racing back and forth between each other's mouths.

The sweetness of the woman's saliva intoxicated her. It was like the finest wine she'd ever sampled. It made her head spin and before she knew it, she was leaning back on the kitchen table. The woman had followed her all the way down.

A new dimension was added to their lovemaking. The woman's hands had left her hair where they had been stroking the oily strands. Laurine gasped a little as the woman worked across her belly and took one of her tits firmly in hand.

The fingernails cut into her soft titflesh and she flinched a little. But she found herself breathing faster, her tits heaving up and down. She was getting off on this! It didn't seem possible to her that another woman could reduce her to a yielding blob of flesh. Yet, it was happening.

"You're so pretty," the woman told her. "I love to make love to you. Shall we do it like the last time?"

Laurine sensed this was what the woman wanted. She merely nodded in agreement. Anything would be good enough for her since she didn't know exactly how one woman made love to another.

"Oh, good! I love to lick and stroke across your body."

Hands fumbled at her buttons, then stripped off her blouse. She looked down and saw tiny half-moon cuts on her boobs. The woman's fingernails had driven deep into her snowy white flesh to leave red marks. Somehow, as her heart beat faster and faster, those tiny cuts didn't hurt. They pulsed with a life of their own.

She knew that the woman was experienced at lezzie lovemaking. This was going to be quite a lesson in life for her.

"Lift your hips so I can get that horrid skirt off you. Oh, OH!" the woman exclaimed. Her lips had flowed into an "O" shape as she looked down at the girl's snatch. "It's even more beautiful than I remembered!"

"And it's all for you, my dear. Go on, do what you want!"

And Laurine meant it.

She gasped and fell weakly back to the table when the woman stroked the insides of her thighs and then buried both index fingers up her twat. The way she wiggled them around inside made the girl quiver with anticipation.

She had to keep reminding herself that this wasn't a man, that there wasn't going to be a big, ponderous cock fucking her. This was a lot more subtle, all mental.

The waves of delight ripping through her body told her it wouldn't be any less real making love to another woman, though. Her nerves were ready for stimulation and the woman was delivering.

"Just let me suck a bit on that little clit of yours, darling," she was saying.

When her ruby lips circled around the tiny spire of Laurine's sex, the woman began to suck. She pulled the clitoris all the way into her mouth and closed lips around it. She began lightly rubbing her tongue over the pointy tip.

The girl couldn't stay still on the table. She began thrashing around until she was begging out loud, "Fuck me, oh dear God, I want it so bad! Give it to me!"

The tongue sailed up her cunt, cock-hard. She came. It wasn't the most intense come she'd ever experienced but she did get off. The orgasm surprised her immensely. The tensions had been building in her body but she didn't feel the electric sexual need she normally did. The climax had sneaked up on her by surprise.

"More, give it to me some more!"

"Yes, darling, whatever you want!"

The woman's hands wormed all over her body. The fingers of one hand found and held the nipple of her left tit. The other hand was sliding under her ass and lifting her snatch upwards so the woman would be better able to suck and lick across the turgid sex lips.

The softness, the gentleness, was what Laurine loved the most. Knowing it was a woman giving her this pleasure made her feel sinful. It wasn't right having another woman doing these things to her. Yet, what was the big difference? So what if it was a woman tongue fucking her, running fingers between the meaty slabs of her asscheeks, tweaking her rock-hard nipples?

She loved every second of it!

"More, give me even more! I want it all!"

"Yes, darling. Whatever you say," the woman agreed.

For a horrible moment, Laurine thought the woman had abandoned her. The tongue was no longer dragging roughly over her pussy lips, the hands had left the most sensitive erogenous zones of her body. She looked up and saw the woman with a bottle of red wine.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Making sure you enjoy this to the fullest, darling. Just relax and let me pour this over you."

The wine was cool but not cold. And Laurine had to admit the fluid dribbling down the sides of her body was incredibly sexy. It made her hornier than she'd have thought possible.

The red wine gushed across her pussy lips and puddled on the table under her ass. Every time she moved slightly, a lewd sucking noise echoed through the room. It was almost as if a cock was powerfully fucking her. But she knew it was only noise, not actual prick.

The woman began licking up the wine she'd poured over the supine girl's body. The rough pink tongue started across the belly licking up every single spilled drop.

When she got to the deep depression of Laurine's belly button, her lips fastened like an eel's mouth. She sucked and licked and drank every single drop puddling in her navel.

The girl felt the tongue dipping deep into her belly button. The sensation went farther than a fraction of an inch. It was as if a red hot spike was being jammed into her belly. The woman was expert at lighting the flames of desire.

Laurine struggled to keep from coming again. She wanted to store up the inner need until she could release it in one climactic discharge of pent-up emotions.

"You like this, don't you, dearest one?" the woman asked.

"Oh, yes, yes! I've never felt anything like it before." She collapsed back onto the table top to simply relax and enjoy. What else could she want out of life?

The woman's tongue began swirling through the tangled mat of her pussy mound. Little spires of wine-and-saliva wet pussy fur were pulled up by the woman's sucking mouth. Laurine felt it every time the woman sucked or dragged her tongue through the fleecy hair.

She found herself anticipating the sensations in her body when the woman left her pussy mound and began licking up the wine spilled on the sex lips. Already, the alcohol in the wine was evaporating and leaving a cool, tingly feeling behind.

To have that hot, questing tongue on those wine-coated sex lips would be heaven.

Laurine's body rebelled and she felt the velvet glove of orgasm squeezing down on her body again. She lifted her hips off the wine-drenched table and shoved her twat at the woman's mouth. The only way she could get the total release promised her was by a rapid tongue fucking.

She was a little disappointed when it didn't come but also amazed at the way her body still felt. She wasn't drained like she usually was after a climax. If anything, she was more ready to come now than before.

"Please, more! Faster! Tongue fuck me faster!"

An obscene slurping noise reached her ears. The woman was licking faster and harder across her cunt lips. The roughness was like sandpaper now. The wine was about sucked off – or washed off from the flood of her own pussy fluids.

The wine had been like anesthetic. She was numbed from some of what the woman was doing to her. But that had passed. The feeling was totally different now. The electric tingle was beginning to surge up her spine and explode in her brain.

It wasn't an orgasm but something very much like it. The physical release wasn't there, this was all emotional. And it was totally different from anything she'd ever experienced before. The woman knew all the right things to do, all the right places to lightly brush over with her tongue.

She was making love to Laurine as only another woman could.

More wine splashed on the girl's sex lips. The biting of the alcohol was rapidly washed away by an eager tongue and her own love juices. But the effect was what mattered. That brief moment when she felt the sharp bite of the wine across her delicate pussy lips revitalized her. She was totally aware of what was going down.

She knew completely new delights of life after that. And all due to a woman's tongue.

Shuddering with the intensity of her feeling, she reveled in the way the woman lapped up the alcohol. The wine vanished again after the woman's tongue had done its rough, agile cleaning job.

Then she began working her tongue deeper into the girl's cunt. The wine had stung all over the girl's gash. Now the woman was slurping up the liquid which had gotten into her cunt. The way she did it was what mattered. Her eager tongue curled inside the girl's twat and stimulated her more than any other person's mouth ever had before.

That tongue so far up her quim spun and probed and swirled like a berserk tornado. The girl was so strung out sexually all she could think of was that tongue delving far into her juicy quim.

The woman slurped and licked her lips in anticipation. The wine was good, the girl's cunt juice was better.

"Your mouth on my pussy lips! It's goooood!"

The woman didn't have to answer to know that. She continued licking along the rigid flaps of sex lip until all the liquid – both wine and cunt juice – was gone. Then her mouth clamped firmly on the girl's manhole. She sucked as if she were a vacuum cleaner.

Every drop forming along the girl's slash rapidly vanished under the intense suction. The way the woman was sucking, the girl thought her guts were going to be pulled out through her quim.

Then the tongue darted in and out of her cunt. Again and again. The woman was tongue fucking her with rapid, short thrusts. Harder, deeper, came the tongue. Soon, the girl was thrashing around on the table, a captive of that tongue.

When the woman finally licked across her aroused clit, that was all the stimulus she needed to get off in a big way. Her orgasm smashed her flat on the table. Her tits jumped around like blobs of jello on a plate. Her breath was sandpaper in her throat and her lungs burned with fire.

Never had she had a bigger come.

Her head was still buzzing when the woman stood up, a drop of cunt juice running down her chin. With a quick snaring move, her tongue captured that elusive drop.

The woman smiled as she tasted that tiny indication of the girl's lust, then she said, "I'm glad you could come this afternoon. I've enjoyed seeing you again. And don't, please don't be a stranger."

Laurine managed to climb back into her clothes, shaken. She wasn't used to lovemaking being terminated so swiftly. She would have relished the feel of the other woman's mouth moving on her cunt some more. But she knew this was a dismissal and the woman was the customer. The customer was always right.

"Any time, dearest," Laurine said. "I'll be around. Just give me a buzz if you want me to drop over again."

"I will. Good day."

Laurine left. But there was a strange feeling of abandonment in her. It didn't seem right just walking out like that.

It made her feel like shit.