Closing his arms about her, Paul probed her mouth with his tongue and felt her press against him. He could feel the nipples of her tits as they stiffened against his chest, and as his prick grew beneath her experienced hand, he knew he was going to fuck her. Regardless of who she was, how old she was or the fact that he was paying for the privilege, he was going to fuck her!
As their lips parted, Trish shrugged out of her light jacket and smiled up at the handsome older man. “Gilda told me you were into bondage, Paul…” She paused, and as she sensed his embarrassment, she looked about and added, “I dig it myself.”
Paul heard her words, but it was difficult for him to believe. How could this girl know anything of his desires, much less like them, too? But as he looked at her, he realized he had misjudged the new generation-first Judy with her brother Tim, and now this.
Paul took hold of her arm and pulled her to him. “You do, do you?” he asked as he guided her to the couch and forced her to sit. “Well just see about that!”
Quickly, Paul produced several silk scarves and before Trish could register protest, he had blindfolded her, bound her hands at the small of her back and was standing over her looking down in triumph.
Taking hold of the girl’s face in his hand, he asked her sternly, “How long have you worked for Gilda, Trish?”
The girl whimpered and shook her head. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please untie me, I promise I won’t tell anyone… I promise!”
Paul felt his excitement rise. Evidently, Gilda had briefed the girl and she was acting out the role just as he paid for it to be acted. “I’ll untie you,” he told her, “but not before I’m through with you!” and he pulled down the zipper of his pants slowly.
“Please!” Trish begged. “Don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you ask and I promise not to tell. Just don’t hurt me!”
Hearing the girl beg that way made Paul ache to fuck her, but she was his for two full hours, and he was going to make the most of it. He freed his prick from his pants and told her, “I’m not going to hurt you-providing you do exactly as you’re told…“ He moved forward and rubbed the head of his prick across her face.
Trish jerked her head backwards and whimpered again, “You… you’re a sex fiend… you’re going to rape me… Please don’t make me do anything like that!”
Paul laughed deeply and reached out to take hold of her head with his left hand as he continued to rub the tip of his swollen prick over her face. He rubbed it over her cheeks, then her lips and nose, and as the knob opened at the end and a small drop of pre-seminal fluid glistened there, he forced her mouth open and told her, “Lick the head of my prick, you little bitch’ Lick it!”
“No… noooo!” she cried as she felt the huge head of his prick against her mouth. “Don’t make me do that! Don’t make me suck you off!”
“Open your goddamn mouth before I slap the shit out of you!” he yelled, forcing the head of his prick into her mouth as she gasped for breath. The moment he shoved his cock past her lips, she began to struggle lightly, and he was forced to take her head in both hands and hold it firmly. Then, as she struggled, Paul shoved forward with his hips and forced more of his rod into her mouth.
“Suck it! Suck my cock until it comes, then drink my jism, you little bitch!”
Trish felt Paul’s prick slide into her mouth, and she ran her tongue around the head. The bondage trip excited her, and she found herself playing out the role with no difficulty. In truth, she did enjoy men who liked her tied up. It was both terrifying and exciting to be bound and blindfolded, then forced to commit sex acts with older men without being able to do anything about it. She opened her mouth more and began sucking Paul’s prick as his grip on her head tightened. She felt her own cunt juice begin to flow as her passion built.
Paul looked down at the lovely teenage girl as her mouth ovaled obscenely, and he forced more and more of his prick into her throat. He pulled back thou, and as his prick popped out of her mouth, he bent forward and kissed her fully and passionately, she returned his kiss with equal passion, and a new thrill went through her as his hand closed around her cunt and squeezed roughly through the thin material of her blouse. He pinched the nipple and bit her lips lightly, and Trish let out a little cry as his tongue entered her mouth and his other hand moved along her naked thigh beneath her skirt. She wiggled, trying to keep his hand from between her legs, but as she struggled, he forced her knees apart and slipped his own leg between them, keeping them open as his fingers moved over her panty-covered cunt-mound.
Paul released her then and stood up. He looked at her sitting there helpless and panting for breath. “I’m going to fuck you, Trish. I’m going to eat your pussy and make you suck my cock!” he lowered his voice “and lick my asshole!”
“Oh, no!” she exclaimed. “Please let me go! Don’t do all those horrible things to me… please!”
Paul laughed as he removed his clothing slowly and savored the moment. As he pulled off his shorts and socks, he went to the accordion partition that separated the room from the alcove where the bed was. He pulled beck the covers to display the blue satin sheets, then walked to the couch and jerked Trish to ha feet. Excitedly, he pulled her to him and ran his hands over her lush young body. Then be unbuttoned the thin blouse to re Veal her full tit. He was both amazed and pleased at their size and the slight uplift of the nipples. He lowered his head and sucked her right nipple into his mouth as his hands explored her ass-cheeks beneath her skirt.
“Oh, God!” Trish wailed. “You’re going to take my clothes off?”
Paul nibbled one boob and then the other as his hands fumbled for the catch at her waist. As her skirt fell in a pile around her ankles, she let out a tiny gasp and Paul closed his hands around the cheeks of her youthful ass and squeezed her through the silken material of her panties.
Then, kneeling before her, he rubbed his cheeks over her naked belly. Very slowly, he lowered her panties until they, too, were around her ankles. Lifting one foot and then the other, he removed the garments, then the light sandals she wore. He pressed his face between her legs and heard her gasp loudly as he nuzzled the hair that covered her pussy.
Opening his mouth, Paul flicked out his tongue and touched the tight folds of her cunt and she moved backwards as though trying to escape his searching mouth. Paul took hold of the cheeks of her naked ass and then forced her legs apart. Her pussy was widespread and he inhaled deeply of her feminine aroma. It excited him as he raised his face slightly and licked out to lave the entire cuntal area with the flat of his tongue.
“Oh, God! Don’t!” Trish protested. “That’s so nasty! Don’t do that to me. Don’t suck my pussy… don’t eat me out… please don’t!”
Excited by her words, Paul buried his face in her pussy and found the girl’s erect clit with his lips. The little nub of flesh was engorged with blood and it protruded from its hood like a tiny, erect cock. He sucked it, and as he did, she stopped her struggling and he heard her low moan as she pushed her snatch against his sucking mouth. He ran his hands up and down the length of her naked legs and thrilled at their warmth and smoothness.
Pulling away finally, Paul stood and untied her hands just long enough to remove her blouse; then be bound her again.
Trish fought him briefly as he dragged her towards the bed and flung her on it.
The moment her naked body came in contact with the satin sheets, she let out a little squeal, then began moving her body sensuously against the erotic material. Paul climbed onto the king-sized bed beside her and ran his hands over her tits and belly. When he came to her silken cunt, he inserted just the tip of his middle finger and stroked her gash lightly. Again, Trish began moaning with pleasure as his fingertip touched her cunt, then slid inside her tightly clasping pussy. She writhed beneath him as his other hand rubbed from her throat, downward across the erect nipples of her cunt to her smooth belly, then returned upwards again. Pausing as he traced a smooth line over her closed lips, he forced his finger into her mouth as his other finger entered her twit-hole more deeply.