A Randy Retirement Pt. 01: Averie Ch. 01

Her ass full for the first time in her life, her eyes teared up as he took her chin and turned it toward him. "Before you leave here Sunday you are going to beg to suck my cock and to fuck your ass and you know what? You knew that before you walked in here. That's why you came isn't it?"

Her eyes wide, Averie nodded yes as she wiggled her ass, trying to find some better seating for the object that now invaded her asshole. But her wiggling was futile as the plug continued to force her ass to remain open.

"Good. Now it's time for you to cum. Well, eventually cum. I got a little something to take your mind off your ass for a bit. These are nipple suckers," he held up two translucent silicone suction cups and went into teacher mode again. "They work by pulling your nipple into the cup and lengthening them, engorging the blood supply. That excites the nerve endings within your nipples and in turn heightens nipple to brain arousal response, getting everything else excited," and he leaned down and sucked hard on her left nipple for a good thirty seconds as she moaned. He then licked the opening of one of the cups and squeezed it onto her now excited nipple, repeating the process on the right one.

Averie sucked in a deep breath around the gag and slowly let it out as she looked down at each nipple that was now protruding almost an inch into the cups. Her heart was beating in such a manner that she felt the blood coursing through her veins. Her ass and nipples had a certain electricity to them that she had not experienced and through it all she had the clear thought that it was probably because no one had ever paid attention to either of them before.

The music was now playing Chuck Berry's "Johnny B Goode" and he brought out the final piece for this opening act and held it up in front of her face.

She stared at the pink object in his hand. "This is a Lush vibrator. I think you'll enjoy it," and he began to press the egg-shaped end up into her moist pussy, seating it five-inches into her and allowing the antenna tail to extend out of her labia about two-inches. He held up his smartphone, "Oh, I forgot to tell you that it's remote controlled." He opened the app for the Lush and began to play with the controls.

Averie's body froze stark still and her eyes flew wide. She began to tremble and moan as his thumb played on the controls, varying the sensation she was receiving from the Lush. When he left it on its highest setting for an extended time her hips began to buck and she began to pull at her wrist bindings, her breathing becoming ragged. Just before she came, he reduced the vibrations to nothing, denying her the orgasm.

She was drooling now; long, thin strings of saliva hanging down from the ring-gag and sticking to her breasts, abdomen and thighs. She looked at him with pleading eyes as he reached out and tweaked the cups to suck more of her nipples into the silicone. "Trials and tribulations baby, trials and tribulations."

He resumed the remote manipulation of her body for the next half hour, never letting her get close to cumming while he sang along with various 1950s rock'n'roll hits.

Her body continued to climb the ladder toward climax in slow increments until it seemed she was almost there, only to have Randy stop cold and leave her hanging in a drooling, frustrated state of desire and wanton lust.

Finally, he ceased playing with the app on his phone, walked over to her panting body and tweaked the suction cups again. Her nipples extended into the cups almost two inches now and were an inch and a half wide. They were beet red and he knew they had to come off soon less they blister.

Averie was trying to talk through the ring-gag and he knew that she was begging to cum. Randy rubbed her mons and she started to grind her hips into his hand. Smiling at her he said, "Soon sweetheart, soon."

As he turned and walked to the sound system, Averie's hips continued to grind, trying to find some purchase, some friction, anything to get herself to that place that was just out of reach.

Before changing the song, he turned to her and said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, it has a sound-activated mode as well," and he started Ravel's "Bolero" and turned the sound up.

Placing his phone on the dining room table between her and the sound system, he told her, "I'm going to take a shower, so I'll leave you to it on your own, good luck," and walked out of the room.

The snare drums and the steady beat began to work their magic and the Lush brought a steady concentration of rhythmic sensation to Averie's pussy. She began to grind along with it and her body slowly gave in to its onslaught. Halfway in she had her first orgasm of the night and it was like nothing she had ever experienced. She shook, the fireworks went off in her head and she found herself pulling her shackled feet off the floor by the straps that bound her wrists.

But the beat went on, relentlessly, and she had no time to recover. As she slowly returned her toes to the floor she could feel the slow build-up begin all over, but this one she knew would be more intense as it had already begun to reverberate from her clit, to her pussy, to her ass, to her nipples and to her brain. Her juices had run down to her knees and she briefly wondered why the vibrator had not slipped from her pussy, but just then the woodwinds started, and she began to slip into bliss.

Another seven minutes later, with the final measures of the composition wringing whimpering cries of ecstasy from her and her whole body quivering in its bonds, Randy walked back into the room, smoking a cigarette, and dressed only in lounge pants and slippers. His chest was fit, and he had a smooth abdomen, but no six-pack. He placed his hand between her legs and coated his fingers with her juices as they ran freely down her thighs. Noticing that her clit was protruding from its sheath he smiled and then placed his fingers in her mouth and ran them along her tongue saying, "Taste yourself Averie, the fruit of your labor."

The song ended and Randy turn the app off on his phone. The only sound in the room was her hard breathing. He reached behind her head, unbuckled the ring-gag, and carefully removed it from her mouth.

She worked her jaw around a little and he said, "Well, how was it?"

She cocked her head to the side and panted out in labored breaths, "You've. Done. This. Before."

"Ya think?" he replied.

"No. I know," she said with a sensual smile and noticed for the first time the bulge in his pants.

'That's not possible,' she thought as she tried to imagine the size of his cock through the fabric.

He said with a wicked smile, "Averie, that was just the start, if you want to go on. I'll give you one out; you can leave now, but if you do you can never come back."

"I'm staying," she said defiantly as she continued to stare at his crotch.

He smiled. "Good, I have one other surprise for you tonight," and he reached down and slowly tugged the Lush from between her legs. Her cum juices were dripping from it, so he told her to open her mouth and he placed it inside, "Suck that clean," and he turned to the counter.

Averie tasted the saltiness of her lust as she worked her tongue around the Lush. Then she noticed a corded, foot-long, white device in Randy's hand.

Taking the Lush out of her mouth, he said, "This is a Hitachi Magic Wand," and flipped the switch on the low setting, the buzz of the vibrator filling her ears.

"What's it supposed to dooooo," she squealed as he placed the bulbous head of the Hitachi directly on her swollen clit.

"Oooo, yeesssss," she panted as she worked her hips against the head and then turned her face away from him and lightly bit the bicep of her right arm.

It was then that he switched the Hitachi to the high setting. Averie's head centered and she sucked in a deep breath, her mouth a perfect "O" as she tried to slowly let it out.

Within minutes, the pleasure overtook her. As her orgasm began, she tilted her head up and, with sinew and muscle and tendons taut, pulled hard on her bindings. Animalistic moans wracked her shaking body as it danced to this new tune that was unknown to her until tonight.

When she was spent, he switched off the Hitachi and just stood by as she regained her normal breathing. He released the spreader bar and then her wrists, taking care that she did not collapse, and then taking her from behind by the elbows, led her to the elevator that was to the left around the corner.

In a momentary moment of lucidity as the car ascended to the second floor, Averie turned to him and asked, "You have an elevator?"

Randy smirked, "It sometimes comes in handy in moments like this"

"Oh," was her only reply.

He led her to the guest bathroom that was straight across from the elevator on the second floor and sat her on the toilet as he started the water in the shower.

"Averie, are you going to be able to shower yourself?"

"Yes," she replied, "unless you'd like to shower with me," and she reached out for his cock through his pants, placing her hand firmly around it near the base.

"Oh my god, are you for real?" she gasped as she realized his cock was almost as long as her forearm and as wide as her wrist.

He reached down and removed her hand from his member gently, "Yes, I'm for real, but we'll save that for tomorrow. I don't want you all rung out too soon."

Her face fell to a pout and she looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes.

"Don't fret my dear, you'll get your fill. And so will I. Now, the towels are in the closet there. When you're done showering and before you get out, I want you to use this," and he pointed to a seven-inch-long, thin, black rubber shower nozzle that was attached to the shower head by a metal hose. "You turn it on by this valve up here at the shower head. Put it in your ass and clean yourself out. Do it last and don't worry about what comes out, I'll clean the shower when you're done."

"Why do I," she stared to ask and he interrupted her.

"Because I said so, but mainly because I'm going to fuck your ass tomorrow."

"Oh," was her reply as she stood to get in the shower.

"Wait a sec Averie. We need to take the plug out."

"Oh, yeah. Take would probably help," she said as she realized that in her erotic state, she had forgotten it was there.

He bent her over at the waist and told her to put her hands on the wall and he spread her ass cheeks, taking firm hold of the base of the plug.

"I'll give you the option," he told her, "all at once in one big pull or slow and steady, which do you want?"

All at once was the choice and she tensed. He placed his non-plug hand at the small of her back and gently rubbed her to relax her and once she did, he said, "We'll do it on a count of three. Ready?"

"Yes."

"One. Two," and he pulled the plug out with a plop from her protesting asshole that did not want to give up its lover.

She spun and stood straight with both hands going to her ass and massaging it, "Dammit, Randy. You said three!"

"Yeah, I did, didn't I? But you would have tensed up so much on three that it would have hurt."

"Un-huh, right," and she continued to rub her asshole.

"Now, in you go. I'll be down the hallway to the left, first room on the left, getting your bedroom ready for you."

*

Thirty minutes later Averie walked naked into the guest bedroom.

There was a queen-sized bed on the right and two armchairs separated by a lamp table on the left that faced a deck. The outside wall held skylights in the roof and the light from the moon was the only illumination in the room.

He was standing at a set of French doors that opened onto a large deck that overlooked the moonlit river. When she came to stand beside him, he opened the doors and walked out to the railing. She noticed he held the plug and a small bottle of what she hoped was lube in his right hand. Swallowing hard she joined him at the wooden railing.

"Nice shower?" he asked.

"It was very nice, thank you."

He nodded and then patted the railing, "Put your hands here, spread your feet shoulder width apart and bend at the waist."

Without protest she did as he instructed. He admired the arch of her back and the cleft of her ass between her rounded cheeks. Not being able to resist, he began to rub her ass and, placing the plug and lube on the rail, with the other hand started to massage her breasts.

Averie sucked in air and closed her eyes, letting his hands take her up and she felt her clit awaken again.

But it did not last, as he abruptly stopped and picked up the items on the rail. He spread some lube on his fingers and then worked one into her ass.

"Don't take your hands off the rail."

By the time he had a second finger in her ass, she had bowed her head between her arms and was looking at the floor of the balcony and starting to breathe harder. Her ass had started to move on its own with a slow grind on his fingers. As it became more pronounced, he again abruptly stopped and picked up the plug, lubed it and began the concert of pressure and easing off again and again on her anus.

By the time he had worked the plug so that its widest portion was stretching her sphincter, she was up on her toes but not running away from it. After one final relaxation, he pressed the flowered plug home and Averie felt the three petals as they opened inside her, insuring that it would not come out without help.

"Good, very good. I'm gonna need that to stay somewhat open for tomorrow, so you get to sleep with it tonight. You have a big day ahead, so it's time for bed," he turned back into the bedroom and Averie followed.

He paused and nodded at the queen-sized bed, "On your back in the middle of the bed and get comfortable."

Averie arched her eyes at the leather restraints that were at the four corners, but climbed aboard and settled herself in the center with her head on a pillow.

She watched him with doe eyes as he took her left hand and pulled it to the corner of the headboard and bound it there with a wrist restraint. She sucked in air as he lightly ran his fingers down her arm, down her side, along her hip and then down her leg, leaving a trail of tingling sensations on her body as his hand gathered goosebumps along the way. Taking her left foot and pulling it to the footboard he bound it there with an ankle restraint. He repeated the binding in reverse on her right side, along with the vapor trail of tingle from his fingers. Then he straightened to gaze down on the spread-eagled blonde in the filtered moonlight.

"Lovely. You somewhat comfortable?"

"Yeah, I guess," she replied looking down at her spread legs.

"The restraints aren't too tight?"

Averie flexed her arms and legs. She could move them somewhat, but they would still hold her spread by all fours, "No they're fine. Umm, you ain't gonna fuck me?"

He just smiled at her without showing teeth, cocked his head to the side and turned to leave; saying as he walked out and closed the door, "Good-night Averie. Sweet dreams."

She flailed her limbs and blew out her breath in frustration. She thought sure he was going to fuck her with that cock.

'Would it even fit?'

Randy had not gone to his room downstairs. Instead he had turned right and headed to the end of the hallway past the bath and the elevator. There he flipped a switch on the wall and it divided, half sliding left, half siding right; opening into a large room that was the width of the house and as long as the roomy two-car garage below.

The double pocket doors slid shut behind him as he turned right and settled into a leather office chair and looked at the video monitors there. Using the computer to select the monitor of the room Averie was in, he brought that image up on the big HD flat screen and turned on the sound. Flipping a switch on the console, he sat back to light a cigarette.

Averie noticed something, something she could not quite make out, and it confused her. She knew the house was on a bluff by the river, but couldn't understand why she could hear waves from this far up.

After a few minutes of trying to search around the room the realization hit her, Randy had turned on some white noise to ease her to sleep. It was the very faint sound of ocean waves coming into shore. She settled back into the pillow and tried to remember how many times she had cum that night. And then her thoughts turned to tomorrow and that big cock. She tried to imagine how many times she would cum on it and drifted slowly off to sleep.

Randy was finishing his third cigarette as he watched her on the monitor. Satisfied she was asleep, he reached and flipped another switch on the monitor, checked to make sure it did not wake her, and then left the playroom for his own bed. It was going to be a big day tomorrow.

In Averie's room the white noise of the waves had been replaced by the cries of women from porn films begging to be fucked, begging to be fucked in the ass, begging to suck cock, begging to cum, played so low that you couldn't really tell if it was there or not. And as she slept, Averie dreamed of herself begging for the same.