A Randy Retirement Pt. 14: Hannah & Her Daughters

"What is it with you and Mina, always bumming cigarettes? I don't remember you smoking."

"I didn't," and she paused to light it, "It started with my husband and only after sex," and she nearly coughed up a lung after the first deep inhale. "As you can tell, it's been a while."

"Did you like my movie?"

She drew again on the smoke, holding it to the side of her mouth with two fingers and reaching up to him with her other hand for a pull up. Once she was standing, she exhaled and answered, "Yeah, that was slick and hot and a little sick too."

"Un-huh. Well, congratulations. Your daughters are now cock-craving, three-hole sluts, just like their mama. Even Mina kept trying to cram my cock inside one of her holes, even though it wouldn't fit."

"Yeah, and I'll have to deal with the aftermath of that. Self-esteem issues and all. I've already started when she got back to the house after Ellie left to come here."

"Just explain to her that her self-esteem should not derive itself from whether or not she can take a freak."

"I know. I'll get it handled. They needed to know the real deal, so they can recognize it in their own lives and even if you are an ass, you are the real deal. Now shut up and fuck me again before I have to leave," and she looked at him from the corner of her eye, the cigarette dangling from her mouth.

Randy seized it, took a drag, and crushed it out in the ashtray on the end table. Then he took her by the elbow to his bedroom.

They climbed on the bed and she mounted him in reverse cowgirl, Hannah putting his cock in her ass. He let her go at her own pace and she worked his dick at various tempos for a good while, until he knew that she was almost there. Then he fucked up into her ass from below and her whole body started the slow trembling until she twisted off his dick and lay there on the bed, the tremors taking hold as she went to la-la land again.

In the shower afterward she asked, "Do you think we could see each other again?"

Randy considered for a moment as she watched him, then told her of the decision that he had already made.

"You know Hannah, I don't think so. I'm sure you'll understand, but our time has come and gone. This was just the final act. I'm gonna focus on fucking Ellie if she calls me. And Mina too if she shows up again. I'm sure you'll find you a rich country club man who'll fuck you in the ass if you ask around enough."

The disappointment showed, but she did not try to negotiate. She knew better.

It was eleven o'clock, the appointed time for the girls to pick her up. But as Hannah started for the door, Randy did not follow.

She turned back to him, "Aren't you coming out to say good-bye?"

He held out to her a large white box, "I don't think so. Too much potential for drama, but I got you three a present."

"Really?" and she took the box. "What might it be?" and she took off the lid. A wide smile creased her face, "You never cease to amaze. Take care of yourself Randy and if my daughters do return to you, take good care of them."

"Always, Hannah," and he reached out to caress her cheek, her hand rising to his as she nuzzled it.

She carried the box with her as she went to her car. Inside were three matching chokers of inch-wide black leather, clasped by a silver chain at the rear. On each was spelled out in rhinestone letters, "Fuck Me."