A Randy Retirement Pt. 22: Ellie & Mina Ch. 02

"Understood. And it's really okay. As I said, no need to be sorry at all. I appreciate honesty above all else and that's what you're giving me. I know I'm not for everybody, but I want you to know, and I mean this sincerely, you are a very sexy young lady," and he kissed her on the cheek. "That's why I gave you the necklace that I did."

Mina's hands reacquired his, "You knew, didn't you?"

Randy acknowledged with a simple tilt of his head.

Her head shook also, almost imperceptibly, and she told him, "Take care of my baby sister. I don't know how you did it, but she is completely out of her shell and seems to love it. To be honest, she's shocked me. I never in a million years would have ever thought she would fuck my ass like that. And you know what the kicker is? I could see in her eyes that she enjoyed it."

She smiled wistfully and kissed him good-bye for the last time. The kiss lasted for an extended time and Randy had the thought that maybe she was tucking it away into the memory of her brain.

He watched her leave and came back inside the house, turning immediately into Ellie's room, where he found that she was still packing. Ellie was wearing her choker. The first thing she said was, "How did you have a Sugar Baby choker ready for me? You didn't know about that until I asked you."

Randy sighed; it wasn't the topic he expected. "Ellie, I have a huge box full of all kinds of lurid jewelry. That just happened to be one piece and considering your request, I thought it appropriate."

Switching subjects without warning, as she was apt to do, Ellie then asked, "What'd she say?

"She's tapping out. We seem to have vanquished her; she won't be back. Does that bother you?"

Ellie shrugged as she continued to pack, "No, that's her problem. Although I wouldn't consider it a problem. I love the way you make me cum. That's the main reason I'm here. Besides, Mina and I never liked sharing when we were kids and I want you to myself, at least between she and I, so I guess I won this time. It's her loss, I don't know what her problem is," and she closed and zippered her bag before turning to Randy with a hand on her hip, "Now, when can I see you again?"

Randy chuckled, "Right to the point I see. Are you sure that you want to?"

"Absolutely."

"Okay, we'll discuss that in a moment," and he smiled. "I know what your sister's problem is."

"You do? What, pray tell?"

"You and her both have been treated like princesses your entire lives. By your parents, by your relatives, by almost everybody you've ever come into contact with, particularly any male suitor you each may have had. If someone didn't treat each of you that way, you avoided them. Your sister thinks of herself as a princess, nothing less than that will do, in any part of her life. I, on the other hand, don't treat y'all that way."

"You're right," Ellie agreed.

"But you are different," and her head tilted to the left in anticipation as he continued. "Deep down inside, while you love being treated like a princess, there is a part of you that yearns to be treated as something else, isn't there Ellie?"

"How do you know that?" she asked him, astonished and taking a step toward him.

Ignoring her question, he asked her one in return. "What do you want to be treated as Ellie?"

"How the fuck do you know that?" she demanded, stepping closer.

"Tell me what you long to be treated as and I'll tell you how I know."

"A whore," she said, not with disgust, but with a sultry lust in her voice.

"That's right. And I'm sorry, but I can't be specific on how I know, I just do. I've told you before, there are some people I meet in life that I get a feel for, a vibe. I can't control it, I can't turn it off and on, I can't make it happen. It just ... comes," and he opened his hand to the side as if he were a magician revealing a trick.

She continued to move closer to him, "And you get this vibe about me?"

Randy nodded, "Like I've said, from the moment you sat down across from me last May. I made up my mind then Ellie. I've told you that your body was built for sex. Your libido is configured for it. If we continue, I am going to explore every inch of both, press all your buttons, find the edge of your being, take you past it, and give you a lot of pleasure, along with a little pain," and then she interrupted him.

"And make me cum."

"Oh yes, and make you cum, until you think you can't cum anymore, and then I'm gonna prove to you that you can."

"Oh, you've already done that," and she moved in and wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at him.

"Ellie, I've just begun."

She smiled an almost demented smile, "I'm counting on that. And on you flogging me some more and tying me up and leaving me to cum for hours like you did her. Now, when can I see you again?"

"It was only one hour," Randy corrected.

"Whatever, when can I see you again?"

"When can you come back?"

"Memorial Day weekend," she said as if she had already planned it.

"Okay, Memorial Day it is. I'll pencil you in."

"Oh no, write it in permanent Sharpie and put it on the refrigerator so you'll see it every day."

"Okay King George."

"Who?"

"Never mind," and he shook his head and broke away to pick up her bags.

*

Hours later, after Ellie had texted and let Randy know that they both had made it home safely, he fell asleep on the couch in the living room in front of the television. When he awoke in the early evening the news had concluded and there was a rerun of some show airing that Randy did not recognize. Two male characters were talking, and one was insisting to the other, "Don't you understand, doing sisters is like the holy grail of ..." and Randy started laughing so hard that he missed the rest of the sentence. He picked up the remote and checked out the info for the show, finding out that it was entitled "Two and a Half Men."

He got up from the couch still laughing and said aloud to himself, "Holy grail ... I don't know about that, but it's definitely one of the wildest weeks I've ever spent," and he went to make his supper.

Next story: Ellie comes back for Memorial Day.