Robert Vickers - Raped Captives

"Here? In a crowded department store?" asked Jerry in surprise. He looked at his slender girlfriend with a mixture of awe and lust in his eyes. The en tire floor was still swarming with customers, although he had gone off duty almost ten minutes earlier.

She thrust out her chest so that he could see her nipples slowly growing with her lust. They hardened to the point where they showed up as pebble firm mushrooms impudently wrinkling her thin

blouse. The flare of her tits above the low neckline of that silken blouse left no doubt in the man's. mind what the woman really v anted.

"Fuck, right now?" he repeated.

"Sure," she laughed lightly. "Why not? Those beds over in the furniture section aren't being used right now." She brushed back a stray strand of her honey blonde hair, her blue eyes dancing with mischief. She was horny and she wanted to get laid. And the idea of doing it in a deserted corner of the busy department store only added spice to it. The thrill of possible discovery made fucking in public extra-good, she thought.

"I don't know. Look, Lynda, I could lose my job if anyone came by and saw us."

"And you could lose me if you don't."

He hesitated and she knew she had him. He wouldn't really care if he lost this job or not. It wasn't all that good. But the idea of fucking in a semi-secluded spot turned him on as much as it did her. She could see the revealing bulge at the man's crotch. His cock was stiffening into usability. It was changing from a limp, worthless dick, into a steely hard, fully erect cock.

And cocks were great for fucking.

"There's a nice-looking bed over there," she added, pointing to a bed with a fancy headboard and mirrors hung on the walls around it. "I think that would be a real kick, fucking with the mirrors all around us."

"The Lover's Special," he muttered. "Only six hundred and ninety-nine dollars, delivered and assembled." He kicked himself out of his sales pitch and said, "What the hell? You only live once. And you know how I feel about you."

"And you know how I feel about you."

To show him exactly what she meant, the blonde girl rubbed his prick. Before he could move away, she had his zipper down to let his prick leap out. She firmly gripped the convenient handle and pulled him along after her, almost like a small child with a balloon on a string.

"Not so hard," he whispered. "I might just spurt off in your hand. Neither of us want that."

"You won't," she said confidently. "You're too much of a stud to do that."

"Yeah, Jerry," came a chorus of voices, "you're much too much the stud to ever come like some teenager getting his first piece of tail!"

Standing nearby, watching everything, were two of Lynda's friends, Christine and Jackie. Jerry had to swallow hard when he saw them. He had fantasized balling both of them but had always stopped short of propositioning them. With Lynda, he was kept sexually busy. But that didn't stop him from eyeing the other two women.

"Can we watch?" asked the auburn-haired Jackie. "Or is this going to be a private affair?"

"Maybe we can sell tickets," suggested Christine. "We could make a fortune. See the

Fuck Fest of the decade! Never again in the rectangular arena will two such superbly matched fuckers ever meet!"

"Buzz off, you two," snapped Lynda. "I want this to be private."

"In a department store? Why not go and screw in the window?" suggested Christine, her hazel eyes sparkling. "Ah, hell, Jackie, let's split. It s almost closing time. We can let the love birds get it on in private."

"Yeah," said the other girl, "but be sure to give us a blow-by-blow account, huh, Lynda?"

They went off, laughing. And Lynda immediately turned to Jerry, whose prick had turned into a hot, hard bar of virile manmeat. "You're turned on by them, aren't you?"

"I'm not going to lie to you," he said. "But sometimes you talk too much."

His mouth crushed down passionately on hers. For a moment, she remained stiff and unresponsive, then she melted like an icicle in the morning sun. Her arms went around the man's neck and pulled his head down even harder. Her lips were bruising and she didn't care. The desire surging through her loins was electric.

The pressure of his prick against her pussy mound told her that she had wanted more than a simple kiss when she had made her suggestion to Jerry. Reaching down, she tugged imploringly at his prick, pulling it toward her snatch where it

belonged.

"You are a hot bitch," he whispered hotly in her car. "Let's not waste any more time. Let's fuck!"

She didn't answer him with words. The blonde let her actions give him the best answer possible. She slid one of her legs between his, hooked his knee and pushed him down. He tumbled backwards onto the massive round bed, her weight pinning him delightfully to the soft surface.

"Ummm, nice," he said, bouncing a little. "Springy enough to give us both the action we want."

"All the action I want is right here in my hand," she said, stroking along the turgid length of his bucking prick. She lightly fingered the fuck stick until she wondered if he might not be turned on to the point where he could come too soon. She stopped stroking him so fervently to let him get that cock into her cunt where it would give them both the most pleasure.

"Yeah, sure." he agreed. His strong arms carried her onto her back, his weight now on top. Wantonly, willingly, she spread her legs in obscene invitation for him.

"Your panties," he said, his hand stroking up along the smooth white inner thigh. "Can't fuck with you wearing those damned things. Or can I?"

She could hardly hear what his objections were. All she knew was that he hadn't stuffed his cock into her pussy yet, and that was what she wanted

more than anything else in the world. She struggled to sit up to get her panties off. But he kept her pinned flat on the round bed.

"Let me handle this," he said. She felt his prick rubbing along the inside of her leg. The frothy flood of her cunt juices leaked from her cunt and soaked her panties.

Her legs went up into the air, on either side of the man's narrow waist. She locked her heels behind his back to insure that he wouldn't escape her clutches, as if he wanted to.

His heavy breathing warmed her chest, made her tits come fully alive. He burrowed around in the deep scoop of her neckline until he managed to push her left tit past the confines of the blouse. Naked and jiggling like a mound of Jello on a plate, the tit received the best tonguing possible.

He teased the nipple with the tip of his tongue, then slowly traced out the coppery disk of her areole. Not content with this, he stabbed down and pressed the rock-hard nipple into the marshmallow softness of the titflesh underneath. Her heart beat faster, stronger, and he could feel it transmitted through the aroused nubbin of flesh. Tiring of tormenting her nipple, he released his pressure and went slithering down the sides of her boob.

When he came to the deep canyon between her boobs, his tongue went berserk. He roughly licked and lapped and sucked at her flesh until she writhed

with uncontrollable desire.

"Fuck me, damn you," she cried. "Give it all to me. I need it!"

"Not so loud," he cautioned. "There are still customers in the store. They might hear you and come see what's going on. You wouldn't want to be caught like this, would you?"

His hands worked under her curving ass and lifted. All her weight was now pinned on her shoulders, her slender legs flailing wildly in the air on either side of his body. She turned her head and sent a cascade of blonde hair out onto the bed. She looked in one of the mirrors hung on the wall and saw everything.

She almost came when she saw his red cock, thrusting closer and closer to her panty-clad pussy. His hands kneaded her asscheeks and his mouth never slowed as it devoured her boobs, both of which now flopped free of her blouse. The sight of what was happening added a great deal to her excitement. Seeing every intimate detail of the fucking thrilled her.