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

CHAPTER EIGHT

"I never was so humiliated in all my life, Bill! Honest!" She told her boyfriend.

"You mean he actually beat you and tied you up and then fucked you with a riding crop up your ass? My God, I never thought it would get this rough!" He leaned back and ran a hand through his thick hair. "I'm going to pull you out. You can't stay in that insane asylum any longer."

"No!"

Her sudden response to being deprived of Love, Inc. astounded her. She couldn't work it all out in her head but she actually was becoming addicted to the place. She enjoyed most of her customers.

And the Nazi had let her keep the emerald necklace. She'd asked the director and he'd simply said, "It was his to give. Keep it."

His cock hadn't been that bad, she had to admit. And the riding crop? It hadn't really injured her. She reluctantly agreed with the director that it had been a totally different experience for her. She wasn't sure she wanted to repeat it, but it had been exciting.

"Why the eagerness to stay on at Love, Inc.?" he asked.

"I don't know, Bill. Call it a personal vendetta or something. But I do want to keep on with the investigation."

"I don't know. I don't want anything happening to that sweet little ass of yours."

"And how do you know my ass is that sweet?"

"I can guess," he said.

Something began working inside her, something she couldn't quite figure out. Her rear end still ached horribly, but she found herself wondering what it would be like to take Bill's cock up her ass. Would it feel anything at all like that riding crop?

Just sitting on the hard chair was making her horny. All these sexy thoughts were working their magic on her. She remembered something said once about getting right back up on a horse that's thrown you. It keeps you from becoming frightened of all horses.

Could she really get Bill to fuck her up the ass and prevent her from ever fearing a man anally taking her?

She quickly moved over and sat on his lap.

"Now, Bill, just think of me as an underpaid public servant just like you."

"Underpaid, maybe, but the job has its compensations."

"Like me?"

"Like you," he agreed. His cock was beginning to ache from her nearness. He itched to pull down his zipper and fuck her sweet little ass. After all, it was so close!

She seemed to read his mind. Her hand worked down the front of his shirt unbuttoning the top couple buttons, then worked lower until she was able to free his zipper. A quick movement and his cock came rushing out, like a horse to the starting line.

"What are you doing?"

"Does being out here in the restaurant bother you? Like last time, no one's watching. And if they do, what can they really see?"

She was rearranging her skirt so that the fold fell down over his knees and hid what was going on underneath. The man's hard prick was poking avidly into her leg.

That wasn't where it belonged. She wanted it up her ass. Fucking her hard. She could erase all the evils done her in the room at Love, Inc. by this public buttfucking.

"In public? Right now?" He was incredulous.

"Sure. I think it's absolutely tacky to rent a motel room to fuck. This is a nice, healthful spot. We're out in the sun and the fresh air."

"And dozens of people can be watching us!"

"Yes! Isn't it deliciously obscene?"

She wiggled her ass down a little onto his prick. She felt it jerk in response. He wanted to fuck her. His cock told her the entire story. No matter what his lips said, his body was telling her, "Go ahead! Open wide for me!"

She twisted and lifted her leg to get his cock into her cunt. It was already nice and juicy. She gasped as he penetrated her. The cock was firm and beginning to beat out its lusty song inside her. She could feel the thick oils from her cunt beginning to lubricate his prick.

They leaked out of her quim and dribbled down the inside of her leg. Rocking back and twisting around the spike of cock impaling her, she was able to squirt her juices all over the man's balls. He was well-oiled for the trip up her ass.

She lifted off his lap until his cock slipped free, then sank back down. His prick nudged hard against the tight anal sphincter muscle. She forced herself to relax. Otherwise, he wasn't going to be able to get into her shit chute.

Just as the greedy little "O" of muscle loosened and his cock prodded on into her asshole, the waitress came up.

"Everything okay, folks?"

"Uh, yeah, just f-fine!" he blurted. His forehead was covered with sweat and he was stuttering. The thought of the waitress figuring out what they were doing and then calling the cops was too much.

She recognized them as the couple from the previous week. They were weirdos. Whatever they were doing, she'd be content to let them alone.

He whispered in the girl's ear, "Christ! She almost caught us. Let's go to my place where we can do this up right!"

"No!"

She was firm. She had his cock resting in her rectum. She wasn't about to let it go. Tightening her asshole was like pulling a noose taut around his cock. He yelped at the sudden sensations surging into his balls. The girl paid him no attention.

The warmth from having his cock all the way up her anus was beginning to have its effect on her. She liked it a lot.

Turning from side to side caused the prick to begin throbbing wildly. She suspected she was having a greater effect on him than he was on her.

The man's cock was filling her with a liquid warmth. She could feel the contours of his prick through her raw bowels. The riding crop had scraped her inner tissue and sensitized it immensely. The slightest movement now was magnified a million times.

And having a cock up her ass was a million times better than letting a riding crop fuck her.

"I feel like I'm gonna blast off at any second! Let's stop, darling, so I can get my control back." She liked the little pleading note in the man's tone. She simply said, "No. I am enjoying this."

And she was. She began bouncing up and down gently on his lap. She let his slippery prick glide back and forth up her asshole. The slow movement was like a salve to her. Her injured tissues could stand this – they even wanted more!

She gave her ass all the stimulation it could stand. Bouncing up and down on his erect prick began lighting little fires of lust in her belly. The way it spread told her this was a good thing to do. The fear of discovery by any of the people in the restaurant added spice to the lovemaking. The danger element gave her an added surge of excitement.

She sucked in her breath and held it for a moment. Her lungs were demanding air. Her body was starting to race on high. Her heart hammered away in her chest and her tits were blowing up like balloons with excited blood. She could feel the nipples snapping to attention. When he took one of them and gently squeezed, she came.

Her hips crammed down hard onto his pole of cock. She slipped forward and banged against the table. Eyes turned and looked at them.

"Watch out!" came his words.

This only excited her more.

The first climax had been good, but she was getting to be a greedy bitch. She wanted the most out of sex every time. There had to be an even larger come waiting for her.

Her hips worked even harder. She felt his cock starting to strain all the way up her asshole. He was trying to butt fuck her with all the strength locked up in his hips. He couldn't do it. Her weight held him pinned down onto the chair and being in the restaurant kept his wild passions in check.

She reveled in the fear of exposure almost as much as she did the way his cock stroked the sides of her rectum. His cock was the balm she needed to eliminate the last traces of the anal rape by the riding crop.

She'd been rubbed raw by the leather. Now the cunt-juice-greased prick was restoring her to full health. The broad purpled head of the man's glans healed as it fucked her ass. She could sense the heat warming her, soothing her, exciting her.

"This is wonderful!" she squealed.

"Yeah," he said, sweat running into his eyes. He wasn't about to lose his grip on her waist. She might get away!

As she gently bounced on his cock, he felt his balls tightening more and more. They were churning with aching need. He was going to shoot his wad at any second due to her clutching ass.

Never had he felt so tight a woman around him. Her ass seemed to be sucking him far up into her guts. The heat boiling out threatened to burn his prick to a nubbin. Somehow, he didn't care.

The power of her muscles clutching at him made him think he was fucking into a heated vise. She clung to him in spite of the coating of cunt juice on his prick. The girl's asshole was like a guillotine squeezing and cutting at his prick.

But he fucked on. Never had he gotten so hot for a woman before. She was driving him wild. Spears of hot flame licked at his balls. It wouldn't be much longer before he spent himself in her grasping asshole.

"Like it?" she whispered in his ear.

He nodded, not trusting himself to words. The way she was sensuously moving up and down on his prick, he wanted to savor every single instant. Words weren't good enough to describe the feelings running rampant in his body.

This was the way a butt should be fucked. This was the way her insides could come alive. There was no trace of the horror, the pain, the sheer terror that the other man had inspired in her.

She was feeling sexy having his cock stretching her rectum in new and wonderfully different directions. And soon, he'd be giving her the greatest enema ever – his creamy white cum.

"Faster, I've got to mooooove!"

Her hips were beginning to work on their own. She was finding it hard to control her own actions. The demon of lust had been released the instant she took his cock full length up her ass. The very act of being cornholed was making her into a wanton, sex-hungry bitch.

She ground her hips down into his lap. She had to get more of his precious prick into her guts. The warm length was gently pulsing in her bowels. The cock was giving her a nice, twitchy feeling as the sexual tensions built in her.

Squirming around from side to side stirred the cock in her ass like a spoon in a mixing bowl. She closed her eyes and let the feelings wash over her like warm ocean water.

It started down in her well-rounded ass and expanded outward like water spilled on the ground. Soon, even her toes were tingly and throbbing with new life.

"Faster!" she begged. "Go faster!"

"I can't!" he groaned. "I can't raise my hips hard enough. You're gonna have to fuck yourself!"

He was pinned to the chair. Her weight kept him firmly in position. If he shifted around much, they'd both go scooting off onto the ground. Normally he wouldn't have minded.

But not here. They were in the middle of a busy restaurant. Already, his gasps and her deep moans were attracting unwanted attention.

Yet, he couldn't say it was entirely unwanted attention since the mere possibility of discovery added such zest to the buttfucking. If anything, he was hoping someone would come over and ask what was happening.

At that moment the girl sucked in her breath, her body going rigid, and she came. The sharp spike of pleasure that drove itself through her entire being prevented either of them from saying a single word.

She was totally wrapped up in the wondrous feels assaulting her body. She was riding with the tide of her passion and letting it cleanse her of all the bad feelings where she'd been tortured using the riding crop. His cock made excellent medicine for her tormented asshole.

He was hardly in any condition to speak. Her muscles had clamped down so firmly on his prick, he felt like he was going to be chopped out. Her already tight asshole snapped shut like the shutter on a camera. His cock was trapped in her seething hot asshole.

This was all it took for his come to be triggered. He panted out, "Here it comes!" before his jism fountained into her ass. He felt as if he were plugged into a milking machine. Her anus pulled every single droplet of his cum from his prick.

They sat together for a while, gasping. When they'd gotten their breaths back and his cock had slipped out of her asshole on its own, she stood up. Chastely arranging her skirts, she slipped back over to her own chair.

"Really, Bill," she chided. "Your fly is open. And in public!"

He came close to blushing. She felt the momentary surge of power seeing him so embarrassed, then realized that it wasn't going to work out right between her cop lover and her innermost feelings.

If either Love, Inc. or Bill had to go, she'd have to decide in favor of dropping Bill.

She needed what Love, Inc. could give her – and what Bill couldn't.