A Randy Retirement Pt. 30: Ellie

Afterward, in bed, she asked him, "I know you didn't like slapping me around when I was here the last time, and you only did it because I coerced you into it. But what's the difference between slapping me and being flogged or using the riding crop?"

Randy shrugged his face and took a moment before answering.

"To me, and I'm probably the only one on earth who makes this distinction, flogging, spanking, the crop, they are all sexual acts. They are not intended to mark, scar, bruise, bleed, or cause major pain, but only to enhance the sex through a little moderate pain and in turn, the orgasm. Slapping, to me, is an act of violence, it's meant to hurt. I guess sometimes it can enhance the sex, as it did in your case, but I think those times are exceedingly rare. There are a vast number of people out there who do not think of it in that way. To them, all those things are one in the same. I can see their point of view and grant that my way of viewing it may be a rationalization on my part, but that's how I see it."

"You've never been with anyone else who asked you to slap them?"

"No, not really. I had an encounter with a true painslut one time. I'm still not sure what got her off more, the sex or the pain to be honest. She took all I could give her and orgasmed every time."

"Sounds intense."

"Well, when she took all of a huge dildo in her ass that was four inches wide at the base, and orgasmed from it; yeah, it was pretty intense."

Ellie shivered.

"I'm glad you've never used that on me."

"I didn't intend to use it on anybody. I got it as a novelty to use as a bluff, but it fit the occasion, so it came into play."

He looked down at her face lying on his chest, her washed out eyes on him.

"Go to sleep. You have a long drive tomorrow and we have to get up early enough for one more romp."

"Okay," she replied in that soft voice of hers.

A few minutes later she threw out one last tidbit, still in the innocent little voice.

"I've got a surprise for our romp."

***

Sunday

Randy was half awake when Ellie got up from the bed. He knew she had risen, but was still in the clutches of the Sandman and lost track of time.

When he finally came fully awake and sat up in bed, Ellie was just coming out of the bathroom dressed in a long-sleeved, fishnet body suit, the squares of which were 2x2".

"This the surprise?" he asked.

"Yes, I've recently discovered I like it rough. This was cheap, so you can rip it."

"Recently discovered?" he asked mockingly.

"You know what I meant silly. Work with me here."

Randy walked toward Ellie smiling that smile that she had come to know so well.

"Oh, I'm gonna work with you. I'm gonna work with you, on you, and inside you."

She felt the familiar rush of excitement run through her body and before it had completed its journey Randy grabbed her, pushing her back against the wall. He took both her hands in his, interlocking fingers and then pushing her hands up to pin them against the wall on either side of her head. He bent to kiss her, the union slow and intimate at first but gaining in ferocity as the heat built.

Suddenly he pulled back and then pulled her away from the wall, twirling her body around toward the foot of the bed. They became disconnected and Ellie fell to a seated position on the mattress. Without missing a beat, she whirled around and crawled to the middle, situating herself on folded hands and spread knees, her head resting on her hands with her back arched and ass up.

Randy crawled on after her, stopping between her feet and reaching out for the fishnet that ran over her crack. With both hands he ripped it apart, taking with it the only barrier to her sex.

Ellie drew in air sharply as the sound of the garment ripping entranced her. She exhaled with a moan, racked in desire, as his tongue swiped from her clit to her taint.

Randy straightened and moved closer. She felt the head of his cock brush her pussy and looked back to whisper a demand.

"Put it in. Put it in now."

He did, spreading her ass cheeks with his hands and spearing her sweet pussy with his ten inches. As his hips moved forward his hands did as well, reaching for her big tits. Randy ripped open the fishnet, freeing her 34DDs and began to paw them as he picked up steam with his cock.

Ellie got heated quick, her hands spread in front of her for support, gripping the sheets tightly with Randy plastered to her back and working over her ass and her ringed nipples. In time he straightened and spread her cheeks to watch his cock stretch her pussy. Ellie was worked into a frenzy by then, her hands moving while still clutching the sheets, her fine ass clapping. The frenzy started before her orgasm and lasted after it, only settling when Randy finally dropped his load.

He sat back on the bed and watched his cum begin to seep from her stretched vagina as Ellie begged him, "Please fuck my ass so I can feel it on the ride home."

She had not moved since he'd withdrawn, still on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed, the sheet still tight in her hands.

Randy moved to her and ripped the fishnets once more around her waist, separating the cheap garment into top and bottom halves. He pulled the bottom half down to her ankles, making her move her legs to accommodate him, and then went to work on what was left of the top. Using the long sleeves to bind Ellie's wrists together, he pulled her arms between her legs, tying her wrists to the remains of the bottoms that was around her ankles.

This put her face down and ass up, her back severely arched with her arms between her knees and tied to the tattered fishnet around her ankles. He giant titties were laying against her thighs, that's how severe the arch of her back was; and to top it off, Ellie was whimpering in anticipation.

Standing on the bed, Randy could see that her asshole was pointed almost straight towards the ceiling and already slightly open, as if it were waiting for him. He did not want to keep it waiting.

He straddled her and dipped his wick in her asshole, the slightly open aperture swallowing the cock that it had come to know so well. Randy bent, his hands on her shoulders, and worked his hips to drill her as she egged him on softly.

"Oh yeah ... fuck my ass ... oh ... oh yeah."

The words were seasoned with the effect his cock was having on her, gasps and pants. He never got wide open, and he never went balls deep until he came, but Randy fucked Ellie's ass for a good twenty minutes.

In that time, she called him Randy, she called him daddy, she asked that he never stop and she came twice, the second one coinciding with Randy's own orgasm. If he had not fought to control himself, Randy would have cum after a dozen minutes, but he managed to hold it off and let it the pressure build. When he had no choice but to give in, he pulled his cock all the way out to the tip, waited for the cumshot to start and then slammed it home, attempting to hold Ellie's frenzied body still as he pumped his seed deep in her bowel.

Her head had worked its way forward, her chin on the mattress, and as she felt herself filling up she chirped in a strained voice through gritted teeth, "It's soooo goooood!"

He pulled out and sat at her side, kissing her deeply before untying her.

"Thank you," Ellie told him softly as he reached for the knot at her wrists.

"We need a shower, but that's it, a shower. Nothing more."

Still in the soft voice, she responded, "Okay. Thank you."

Randy carried her to the bathroom.

*

He helped her pack and get her things ready to depart. He noticed that Ellie grew somber and by the time they headed out to her car she was on the verge of tears. It had come on suddenly, just as she had closed her luggage.

She asked him in a voice cracking with emotion as he closed her trunk, "Remember what I said about someday not being able to see each other?"

"I do."

"Well, I'm not going to be able to see you again until the spring. This internship goes until graduation and the only time I have off is spring break. They've already told me I will be on call every weekend, so I can't get away. I only have a week for Christmas and I need to spend that with my family."

"Family's important Ellie, never discount that. So you've kept this locked up inside the whole weekend?"

He gently wiped a tear from her cheek.

"Ehh, not really. I mean it was heavy on my mind the whole trip out here, but as soon as I saw you it kinda retreated on its own. I had much bigger things to enjoy if you know what I mean. Packing up to leave brought it back. Can I schedule another appointment with your bigger thing in March?"

"That's the way it is in the real world, sometimes life intrudes on pleasure. But my dick, and I, will be waiting for you in March."

"Can I come to your other house?"

"Sure, if that's what you want. There isn't as much to do there as here though. We'll be stuck in the house most of the week."

"That will be just fine. After six months without you, I don't think I'd want to leave the house," and she threw herself on him.

The embrace lasted a full minute, Randy finally having the answer to his question from her arrival back on Thursday.

*

After Ellie had left Randy walked the property, checking for any signs of damage from the storm, but there was none. He stopped at one of the sets of steps on the deck and lit a cigarette; hands leaning on the railing as he looked out at the ocean.

It was a long time until March. He was really going to miss Ellie. Things had just begun to move into an area that interested him greatly. The thought of her brought a chill to his body and he took another pull of the Winston.

As he exhaled and watched the smoke disappear with the wind the checkout girl from the beachwear shop came suddenly to his mind.

"What was her name?" he asked himself out loud, snapping his fingers. "Jenny ... that's it, Jenny."

She had made a kissing face and winked at he and Anya as they were leaving once the young employee had realized the older man and the painted woman were an item.

Randy looked southwards to where the beach shop was and again spoke out loud. "Well Jenny girl, I need a diversion right now. You've stewed enough, let's see how legitimate your little act really was."

He checked the time and realized it would be better to wait until tomorrow to go by the shop, but the idea preoccupied his mind for the next twenty hours or so as he considered his approach.

***

Monday

Randy went back to see Jenny around 4:30. The store was all but empty, most people too busy cleaning up from the storm or just not venturing out. It seemed she was all alone, though he knew there were other employees about somewhere. As was his nature, his approach was direct.

He walked to her register slowly, trying to be as non-aggressive as he could until he caught her attention and she gave the briefest hint of a smile.

"Jenny right? Do you remember when I was in here a week ago?"

"Yeah, of course. Where's your friend?" she asked, looking past him, a wad of chewing gum in her mouth.

"She left. Gone to California to be a porn star."

Jenny eyes widened, not sure if he was trying to be funny or not. Then she asked, "Is there something I can help..." and her voice trailed off, realizing he had come back for her and suddenly she felt a little weak in the knees.

"Yes, answer a few questions if you would."

"Sure," she replied, and Randy noticed she had started chewing her gum fiercely.

"How old are you?"

"I turned nineteen in July and graduated high school last May. I'm taking time off and then going to college next January."

"I see. Are you attached?"

"I'm sorry, attached to what?"

"Do you have a boyfriend, fiancé, husband?"

"Oh, no, no, none of that," she responded quickly.

"How long is your shift today?"

"I get off at five," she answered before she had even considered the implication of his question.

She wasn't a goddess, as was the just departed Ellie, but Jenny had a certain hot cuteness to her that Randy found alluring. He asked the lead-in question that would determine how things went for the cutie for the rest of the day.

"What was that little wink and kiss you blew to me and my lady friend about?"

Jenny lowered her eyes, looking at the counter and picking with the conveyor belt, her jaws working overtime.

Randy ventured a corny joke.

"That gum is going to heaven you know."

"How's that?" she asked, her eyes coming up to him.

"Because you're chewing the hell out of it."

Jenny laughed softly then, and Randy continued.

"I'm not mad, just curious, that's all. Your reaction to us last week, it intrigues me, so honesty is the best policy here."

She almost whispered her reply.

"I don't know. She was all made up, dressed provocatively and it was rather obvious what she was about." Then Jenny demurred and tried to back up, "Though I guess appearances can be deceiving."

Randy interjected, "True, but in this case your instincts were correct. She's a prostitute, an expensive one. But she was here on vacation for a few days just to see me, and no, I didn't pay for her services."

Her eyes widened just enough to be noticeable and then she got an 'I knew it' look on her face.

With his revelation, Jenny opened up, "Oh ... well, I did the little kiss because I was guessing what you two were gonna be doing later and I guess I was jealous."

The young lady immediately thought to herself, 'Why did I say that?'

She'd heard whispers about a man, but really didn't know if this were him. Still, though this guy was old, he was put together rather nicely, and he had a charisma that made her feel at ease.

"I see. Well, I'm gonna head to the back to get another shirt. I want you to think about why you were jealous while I'm gone," and he lightly patted the counter and headed further into the store, calling back over his shoulder, "And get rid of the gum before I get back."

Jenny jumped at his command and took the gum out, throwing it away before she even realized she had done it. She stared at his ass as he got further away, a little spasm coming to her pussy.

Something about this dude was different and she immediately thought of the things she imagined at night when her fingers would find their way to her pussy. Those things were always more intense than the little encounters she'd had with the numerous boys from school.

Jenny decided that this was definitely the guy the rumors were about and the rumors said he was rich and a womanizer, particularly with younger women. She wondered if she was about to get the opportunity to find out. Jenny began to debate with herself, would she take his offer if he made one?

Randy found what he wanted immediately, a single shirt, men's medium in black; identical in style to the one Anya had been wearing and the ones he had purchased with the big arm holes.

Jenny's bust size was only slightly larger than Anya's, who had worn an extra-small, but he got the medium anyway just to see if the teen would wear it. He lingered, giving the girl time to percolate before he headed back to the check-out.

When Jenny saw him coming, she absently brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and reached out for the shirt as he handed it to her. Randy's forefinger lightly brushed across hers and she felt the electricity from his touch, her mouth falling open a bit before she recovered.

She was pressing buttons on the register when Randy asked, "So why were you jealous Jenny?"

Flustered, she pressed the buttons in the wrong sequence, apologized and started over, getting it correct the second time and reaching out for his money. As she counted out his change she told him, though for the life of her she didn't know why.

"Because I pictured me leaving with you instead of her."

Randy took the change and her hand lingered on his, seeking that jolt of electricity again. She handed him the plastic bag containing the shirt, but he did not take it.

"You keep it. I drive a black Lincoln sedan. I will wait for you until ten after five. If you are adventurous, put the shirt on with your shorts and shoes and nothing else and come get in. At ten after five I'm pulling out, with you or without you."

She stuttered then, "I ... I was al-always told not to ... to get in cars with strangers."

"That is excellent advice, advice that you should always heed. In this instance however, you know who I am. Everyone out here knows who I am, they also know that I like to fuck, even though they whisper it and won't say it out loud in my presence. So, I'm not really a stranger now, am I."

She started to argue, but stopped herself. Pausing a second as she wrestled with the idea of it all. Her eyes glanced up at the clock on the wall.

4:53 p.m.

"Your choice. Choose wisely," Randy told her and walked out without looking back.

The nineteen-year-old fidgeted for the next five minutes, then yelled to the manager that she was clocking out. She headed to the dressing room, taking off her thong and changing shirts. She looked at herself in the mirror, the medium shirt hanging loosely on her body. Turning to the side, the armhole was so big that the material only hid the very tip of her nipple, everything else was on full display.

"Fuck it," she said aloud, stuffing her own shirt and thong into the bag and then rushing out before anyone could see how she was dressed.

Randy saw her exit, the black, cut-out shirt slightly billowing as she tried to hold it close to her chest.

She had dirty blonde hair with blue eyes. Smaller in frame and height than Ellie, he estimated that Jenny's body measured out at about a 32B-24-34; still with room to develop, but fully fuckable. She had a small mole that was barely noticeable just to the right of center on her upper lip.

Jenny spotted his car and hurried to it, opening the passenger door, and getting inside quickly.

"This is your choice?" he asked once she was seated.

"It was really the only choice, in a one night only sorta way."

"One night only it is. Buckle up." She had no way of knowing, but he meant that in more ways than safety.

Once she had clicked the belt around her, she looked at him and asked, "What do I call you?"

"Randy is fine. Tell me Jenny when you think about sex, do you ever see yourself tied up?"

"Often," she said without thinking, then she did think and added, "please don't hurt me."

"Oh, my dear, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm gonna introduce you to a world that you've only dreamed of. When I bring you back later tonight, you're gonna be freshly fucked, like you've never been fucked before, and you won't regret your decision."

Randy felt the nineteen-year-old shudder as he drove off and she dropped her cellphone to the floor. He stole a look sideways as she reached down to pick it up and caught a full view of an excited left breast before she sat back up.

"Tell me about this picture you had in your head, Jenny," Randy asked.

She had always been the one directing the action with the boys she had been with before. But Jenny longed to be controlled, just once, to see what it was like. The thought of this man dominating her sent her body into overdrive.

"Just you and me, going someplace." A little giggle escaped as she said it.

She turned to look at him. Randy was even more imposing from two feet away. The little twinge between her legs was pushing her onward, past the point of her consciously caring, and she soldiered forth into the void.

"Just you and me, doing it, with me getting cuffed and stuffed."

"Would you like me to do with you, what I did with her?" he asked, and the young lady knew he was referring to Anya.

"Just so we're clear, what did you do with her?"

"Fucked her, seven ways to Sunday. That be a problem?"