A Randy Retirement Pt. 34: Ellie

"Do what?"

"Bite your lip, it makes me want to fuck you and I need to finish this with steady hands."

She smiled in self-satisfaction.

Slowly Randy pushed the taper further, infinitesimal cracking sounds evident as the steel enlarged the tunnel through her huge nipple. When the larger end was even with the outside of her teat, he took the new gold segment ring and lined it up before sliding it through, the taper falling to the valley between the water balloons Ellie had on her chest.

"There! One down, one to go," and Ellie tilted her head up to look.

"Oh shit, that's big," she cried out, not in despair, but in heat.

Click!!

Randy repeated the process with the right nipple and by the time he had finished Ellie had noticeable tremors in her hands. Then he pulled hard on her clit and reinserted her clit ring, eliciting a gasp from Ellie as he held her love bud tightly. He then changed out gloves, and picked up the tube of superglue.

"Last chance Elise," and the use of her proper name caused Ellie to look sharply at him. "You're certain you want to make these permanent?"

"Yes, I'm certain. Don't ask again and don't call me Elise," she snapped, strain evident in her tone.

With precision he placed a drop of glue into the holes of each ring and then put the segment in place, allowing the two rings to rest on balls of cotton placed on Ellie's breast. Carefully, Randy did the same with her clit ring, flipping it up onto her mons with a cotton ball under it as well.

"There, all done. A minute to dry and then the only way to get those off will be a hacksaw or a torch."

With those words Ellie sucked in air harshly through her teeth and Randy saw her body tremble and he gently massaged her stomach as she clicked toward orgasm.

"You're ready to fuck, aren't you?"

She did not speak, but her head carefully nodded agreement as he noticed that her still washed-out eyes were glazed over.

"Did you cum while I was doing that?" he asked.

Through gritted teeth she replied, "Almost."

Randy removed the second set of gloves and uncuffed Ellie's ankles. Almost immediately she drew her feet up to her buttocks and raised her ass off the table. Her eyes grew wide when Randy's fingers found her willing asshole and began to play with her.

"Fuck my ass," she asked softly, "Do it now."

"I think we've waited the required minute for the glue to dry," he said in reply and released her wrists. Randy slowly turned the table upright and Ellie's feet found the floor as her body slid down the stainless steel with a squeak, the cotton balls falling to her feet.

Without delay, he pulled her to the side room with the twin bed and pushed her down on all fours.

Leaving the jewelry that he had just made permanent alone, Randy thumbed her anal ring while he spit on his cock and rubbed saliva all over it.

"Daddy gonna fuck my ass?" she asked impatiently, hopefully, as her hips began to squirm.

Without replying, Randy adjusted her body so that her knees were further underneath her and her ass would be higher in the air and placed his left hand on top of her tailbone. He guided his cock to her asshole and then inside, gaining a lustful groan from the blonde.

The pace was steady, but not forceful as he left his hand on her butt. Ellie lay with her chest on the bed, her head turned to the right and her mouth open as she began to pant and moan.

That lasted until the first shudder, at which time Randy spanked her sharply with his left hand and picked up the pace.

"Ahh!" she cried and jerked at the unexpected slap to her ass cheek, then he did it again with the other hand.

"Ohh!" she bellowed, and he couldn't decide if it were from pain or desire. He needed more data.

What followed was a steadily increasing rate of stroke, intermittent with more sharp slaps of Ellie's ass, each drawing a wanton cry of anguish.

She was fucking him back now, her body rocking her ass back hard onto his cock and he reached down with both hands and grabbed her ankles, pulling them up until her knees left the bed. Ellie worked her hips and abs harder, pounding her ass onto his cock as she continued to bellow and shriek.

Deftly, he let go of her ankles and slapped the ass working feverishly with both hands, then caught her ankles before her knees could fall to the bed.

Like a wild animal she howled, and he did it again. And again. And again. Until she orgasmed while grinding her ass furiously on the cock fully impaled in her rectum. Randy wondered how she worked her lower back in such a fashion without breaking it.

When finally she slowed, then stopped, he took her by the hair at the back of her head and turned her torso so she could see him.

"That's what you wanted, isn't it you little whore? For me to fuck your brains out?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed, rolling over to her back by straightening her right leg and dragging it across the front of his body erotically and then going instantly for his cock.

Ellie sucked until he came, holding his cock to channel each load into her open mouth and then swallowing.

They lay there for fifteen minutes, complimenting each other without being garish about it.

"I got something I want to do to you," he announced.

"Oh god ..." she said, exhaling loudly and then getting off the bed and putting her hands on those luscious hips of hers in an obvious tease. "What?"

Randy joined her and held out his hand, smiling, "It's a surprise, but I think you'll really get off on it. You'll just have to trust me."

Ellie eyed him, sensing that this was going to be a big ask, but she had no qualms. Instead, she felt her pussy twinge and reached for the offered hand.

"I'm all yours."

Randy's face turned to a grin as they made their way back into the playroom. Even though it had been seven months since they had seen each other, Ellie was still submissive to whatever he asked and it pleased him greatly.

He had her lie down on the floor and prepped her for a suspension. When he was done, a single leather armbinder encased her arms tightly behind her back, her elbows touching inside. Randy had combined that with leather straps around her shoulders and hips and then added suspension cuffs on each ankle. All of these were connected to a single point, an eight-inch diameter steel circle. When he used the winch to lift her, she was face down and almost horizontal with her head about a foot lower than her ass. Ellie's body bounced in anticipation, her breathing automatically turning shallow as he stood and drank her in, the soles of her feet almost touching the armbinder. His right hand had found his stiff cock at the sight.

"Is this it?" she said weakly, the hormones doing a number on her. Her blood was rushing to her brain and the new rings in her tits were throbbing. It was as if she could feel the blood pounding throughout her body, making her hotter as the seconds ticked by.

"Oh no," Randy replied and went to the storage area. He returned with a leather cord and tied her hair to the circle, pulling her head back severely.

Ellie found his cock with her mouth and sucked it liberally while he worked, but once Randy had her head back, he swung her around and spanked her ass once while standing between her knees.

"Uhh," she reacted softly, even though the sound of the spank was sharp.

He began to fingerbang her and use the Hitachi occasionally, warming her up, but Ellie continued to wonder what was different about this setup. That thought melted as he brought her close to cumming and she began to moan softly.

Randy continued to edge her as he methodically added more of his fingers, her pussy again acquiring that squishy sound. He would bring her close and then relent, Ellie moaning when his fingers were inside her and protesting when they were removed.

By the time she had been airborne for fifteen minutes, Randy had worked all four of his fingers inside her cunt, her body trying with its limited movement to get herself off. She had been brought to the brink of orgasm four times, and four times he had denied her.

Again he started, all four fingers of his right hand in her from the beginning and she squirmed on them, desperate to cum.

She felt full, not like with his cock, but full none the less. The limited use of the vibrator drove her crazy, placing her in a state of bliss where details were unimportant. There was a climax out there and she wanted it in the worst way; that was all that mattered. Not even the rate of her panting gave Ellie pause, though it sounded as if she were about to hyperventilate.

Slowly she felt her pussy being stretched even more and Ellie's whimpering turning more frantic as her body began to move forward from the pressure between her legs. The Hitachi contacted her clit and as the gold ring there buzzed from the vibration Ellie's body bucked and her hips rose.

That was all it took, as Ellie sensed a pop and suddenly her vagina felt as if it were going to burst. It hurt like hell, but that only sent her further into the abyss, bucking again and again on the hand inside her until she blacked out from the intensity.

She did not know how long she was out of it, but when she realized where she was, Ellie was on the verge of cumming again. The awareness that Randy was fucking her with his fist sent her once again over the rim as her body danced and heaved on his hand.

*

Randy had removed his hand from the still quivering blonde, the movement causing a soft 'plop' as her cunt gave up its prize. Then he had taken her straight to his bedroom, covered in cum, drool, and sweat.

As the minutes ticked by with no response from Ellie, Randy began to grow concerned and he wondered if he had overstepped.

Ellie had laid there for a while, her eyes vacant. When finally she spoke, her first words were, "That was way more than I expected."

"Understood. It won't happen again," he replied contritely.

Immediately she stirred, sitting up and placing a hand on his shoulder, "No, no. You don't understand. I loved it. I felt so full and the feel of your fist fucking me was ... I don't know how to put it, but it was way different and erotic in its own way."

Randy sat up as she continued, "I mean, I don't want a steady diet of that, but it's certainly okay once and a while as a change-up."

"You're sure?"

"Yes," she replied. "If you ever did something I didn't want, I'd tell you."

He smiled, "I'll write that down."

Then she switched subjects and asked, "Earlier tonight, when we got back from the restaurant ..."

"Yes?"

"You asked me who else I've fucked."

"Yes?"

"You expected me to say I had been fucking guys back home?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"You exude sex Ellie. I've told you that before. It's only natural that you'd satisfy yourself when I'm not available."

"You mean I can fuck other guys?"

Randy laughed softly, "Of course you can. I have no hold over you. Guys, girls, machines, dildoes, whatever you want."

"But I'm yours," Ellie rebutted.

"That you are. But I understand need and when it comes to sex, you are a very needy person, but it's in a good way. When you are with me, I control things and I'll do what I want with you. But when you are not with me, you control what you do, when you do it, how you do it, who you do it with."

That seemed to be all she needed to hear as she smiled demurely and conformed herself to his body, settling in for what was left of the night, contented and happy.

***

Saturday morning

The next morning the musk of sex still clung to the sheets, filling the bedroom with an aroma of arousal and climax. They had gone to bed with each other's bodily fluids still clinging to their skin, Ellie much more so than Randy, and it provided a fragrance of primitiveness to the new day.

Randy got up and in doing so awakened Ellie, who sat up and wiped the sticky residue from her eyes.

"How are we feeling this morning?" he asked while removing the pillowcase from his pillow.

With a half-smile she replied, "Slutty."

He chuckled and pulled the sheets back, fully exposing her naked body. "That's what happens when you don't shower before bed after a night of debauchery."

Without being told, Ellie rose and began to pull the cases from the other pillows. "There's probably some truth to that, but it also might have something to do with being reminded with every movement of my body how sore you make me."

Randy removed the fitted sheet and began to gather all the bed linen in his arms, "A hot shower will take care of some of that. I'll be right in as soon as I put these in the washer."

When he finally joined her, Ellie told him, "I like this much better than the one at the Outer Banks."

"The bath?" he asked, and she nodded. "I bet you do," he retorted. "The marble in here cost six figures by itself."

They washed each other; slowly and gently until Randy lingered on her chest and played with the new nipple rings. From that point on, the shower turned into an extended blowjob and ball licking session until he painted her face and they had to extend the shower.

Afterwards, the only thing he let Ellie put on was a two-inch-wide, hot pink dog collar that had five rows of zircons all the way around it.

"That's your outfit for the day," he told her, admiring the contrast of the pink against her bronzed body.

"These aren't real," she asked, her fingers running across the man-made diamonds.

"Oh hell no, rough as you're gonna have it, I wouldn't put diamonds on you. It might break."

She smiled and asked, "Now what?"

"Whatever you want."

She was surprised by the extension of choice and lingered in thought for several moments.

"How about we go to the living room, watch some Netflix and chill."

Randy nodded and pointed for her to lead the way, hearing the blonde say under her breath as she turned, "But it'll most likely end up Netflix and drill."

She picked out a chick-flick based in a tropical locale and to her surprise Randy watched it intently seated beside her on the couch, adding a unique color commentary to the R-rated sex scenes. Not once did he touch her, other than their thighs touching occasionally.

When it was over, he told her to pick out something else while he made their lunch.

Returning with tuna salad on lettuce, saltine crackers and water, he set the tray on the coffee table and waited for her reaction.

On the tray, along with their lunch, was a pair of shackles and a six-inch hobble chain.

Without batting an eye, she asked him, "Are you going to put those on me now or after lunch."

Silently Randy knelt and attached the shackles to each of her ankles, the metal cold to Ellie's skin as he closed the small padlock on each shackle, the chain secured in the hasp of each lock.

They ate and watched a film which was much more stimulating than the chick flick.

"This one's definitely not R-rated," Randy had commented when the first sex scene had started, although again, he did not play with her.

By the time the first hour of the program had passed Ellie was fidgeting and testing the six-inch hobble each time she tried to spread her legs. She had moved both hands to play with her slit but it wasn't getting the job done.

"Up!" Randy suddenly ordered and after a second for the shock to subside, she obeyed.

He made her shuffle out of the French doors to the deck, all the way to the glass railing and stood beside her.

They were both completely naked, save for her shackles and collar, as they looked out at the trees and the river down below. They could plainly hear lovemaking from the television through the open French doors.

"This is lovely," Ellie commented, struggling to ignore the sounds.

"Yes, it is."

She got right to the point then.

"When are you gonna fuck me again?" and she bit her lower lip teasingly.

"Oh, you little bitch. You did that on purpose. Are you still flexible?"

She delighted in his reaction, but his question was out of left field so she shrugged and answered warily, "Yes, I guess so."

Randy squatted behind her as she gripped the railing and undid the hobble from one of the shackles. Standing, his hands roamed her shapely ass as he pulled her close and rubbed his dick up and down the crack of her ass.

"Let's conduct a test. Take a step back and spread your legs while holding onto the rail."

Randy moved to the side and watched her body as she followed instructions. Ellie's eyes were again glued on his cock, which was standing at attention.

"Now, walk your hands down the glass until your head touches the deck, like you were getting ready to do a headstand."

Ellie did, all the while attempting to keep his dick in sight. When her head touched the composite decking, Randy reached out and tipped her over by pushing on her ass and Ellie fell forward until her back contacted the railing, which kept her from falling.

She was somewhat stuck, but if she really wanted to, she thought she could probably use her hands to right herself. But Ellie was horny and wanted his cock, so she stayed put and squealed in delight as her body clicked tighter.

Doubled in half, she was an inflaming sight, with her pussy gaped open and her tits inside her spread thighs. The rings hanging from clit and nipples struck Randy as gold medals hanging from the neck of an Olympian and he knew what Ellie's specialty would be ... sex.

He stepped in behind her and put both of his feet in front of hers, then grabbed the rail for leverage. He let his cock find her pussy without guidance, mounting her effortlessly in moments.

"Oh, daddy!"

"Don't worry baby," he said resolutely, "Daddy's gonna fuck you now."

And he did, rotating his pelvis to drive his cock deep into her cunt, slowly and steadily, but always using all ten inches of his cock to bang her, pulling out and re-entering every time.

For Ellie, the constant exit and entrance of his rod was an extra stimulation, an added catalyst to her already ramped up libido. As he continued, her snatch closed a little less each time he exited, but the feeling of his cockhead spreading her pussy wide with each entrance turned another tooth on the ratchet of her soul.

"I've missed this sooo much!" she whimpered. Her body clicked quickly and she began to pant, her abs heaving double the time of his strokes.

Randy picked up his pace, "I've missed you too Elise," he told her as wetness began to escape from her velvet folds and spatter on them both.

The use of her given name registered and set her into a frenzy as her pussy clenched on his cock.

"Ouuuuuuuuuu," she cried out in one long, tortured wail, "fuck this pussy, oh my god, yeahhhh," she continued, her voice becoming disjointed as the sprocket turned again. "Yeahhhhh ... oh god you're so deep ... uhhhh!"

When she finally shuddered in orgasm, her hands left the deck and came back in an attempt to pull him deeper, but they barely reached his hips, her fingernails wildly scratching at him as he continued to fuck her silly.

When her orgasm had subsided, Randy slowed and eventually stopped. He helped her upright and Ellie embraced him tightly. Thus began an extended kissing session, her tongue playfully darting in and out of his mouth and Randy thought she was trying to eat his face the way she worked her tongue and pressed her body close.

Ellie finally broke away and held him at arm's length, "Can I cum again please."

Without a hitch he replied, "Okay Brian Johnson."

She let him go and brought a hand up to cover her mouth and wipe away spittle. Slowly her eyes came back to him, a wry smile on her lips as she said, "Dammit, you've done it again. Who is Brian Johnson?"

Randy smiled back at her. "He was the second lead singer for AC/DC. Your request was an exact lyric from the song 'Thunderstruck'."

Ellie's hands found her hips and again she cocked her ass sideways, "Well, be that as it may, the request still stands. Call down the thunder ... and the lightning too."