A Randy Retirement Pt. 36: Halley

"Concrete? Ewww, that's gonna be ugly."

"Yeah, I don't like it, but they are supposed to make it as aesthetically pleasing as possible, I'm paying enough for it."

"How much," she asked.

"Well, $3 million to them for the plans alone, and probably another $15 million to a marine contractor to build it. That's the estimate at least."

"My god, are you kidding?"

"Nope. Privacy comes with a price."

He left out the part about if someone really wanted to get in, there was no security system that was going to prevent it. That's why he had all the guns.

She came close and kissed him, "Well, let's just be glad you have the funds to do it. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."

With that, Halley settled into him for the night, leaving Randy to turn out the light and consider her last statement before he finally dozed off.

***

Saturday morning

When Randy awoke, he found Halley propping her head on one arm and smiling at him.

"What?" he asked her groggily.

"Nothing."

"That look does not imply nothing."

"Do you know that while you're asleep sometimes your body jerks?"

Randy shook his head, "Yes, dammit. Sometimes it jerks so hard it wakes me up, why do you ask?"

She shrugged, "Just something I noticed last night. I like learning all your little nooks and crannies."

Randy sat up, "I don't think that's the correct description."

Halley doubled up on her shrug, "You know what I meant."

He nodded once in surrender and watched her body as Halley got up slowly.

"Sore?" he asked.

"Very."

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"I'll like to have your sausage," she giggled and Randy turned to her with his eyebrows raised as she continued, "But I have some schoolwork I need to do this morning; so can I have the use of your office instead?"

"No breakfast?"

Halley sighed, "No ... and don't come in either, I don't need the distraction."

Randy came up to her, his hands alighting on her hips, "Oh so you're saying I can be a distraction?"

He was smiling, she was struggling. Her mouth twitched until she pushed through the urge and replied, "Always, but in a very good way. Now get outta here so I can get dressed and do my work."

Kissing her on the forehead, he said, "I'm very proud of you," and left her standing there as he went into the adjacent office to turn on the desktop computer.

A tremble softly shook her almost six-foot frame and Halley whispered, "Dammit" before she sighed and dressed. Her pussy was the sorest it had ever been, the knot on the cocksheath from last night leaving a notable impression.

Within five minutes she walked gingerly into the office where she found him standing by the computer desk. He pointed to the office chair and said, "There you go, all yours. I'm bringing you some orange juice and a piece of toast with jelly though."

"Thank you," she replied weakly, pulling the chair back.

Randy left, coming back in ten minutes with the paltry breakfast. He didn't say a word, simply setting the glass of juice and a small paper plate with the toast on the table to her right along with a paper towel. Without adieu he turned and left her to her task.

She had dressed in tight Lycra shorts and a loose T-shirt that was at least two sizes too large for her body and was still working when Randy served her lunch four hours later. He insisted she take a break and they sat side by side at the desk, Halley in the office chair and Randy in a folding metal version, except he had turned his chair with its back to the desk so he could look at her.

Lunch was sharp cheddar cheese and Captain's Wafers with pepperoni slices and water. Halley ate absently while reading the computer screen as Randy watched her intently. She had put her hair up with a scrunchie and the ponytail was on top of her head, toward the crown.

"You know what you're asking for by doing that, right?" he said, interrupting her.

She knew he was referring to the ponytail and turned to him with a big grin, "Oh yeah, I'm counting on it," and she winked at him.

Randy snickered, "Gimme a cracker."

She picked up one of the Captain's wafers and the grin remained as she put the edge of it between her teeth and turned her head to him, holding it out for him. When he reached for it with his hand, Halley turned her head to the side and then shook it in denial.

Randy smirked, then moved in close and bit into the extending offering as the cracker shattered into pieces and they began to kiss.

"You kinky slut," he growled and stood, pulling off his clothes. Halley took the hint and peeled off the Lycra shorts while remaining seated in the office chair. To her surprise, he scooped her up and planted her ass on the computer table, her hips even with his and then stooped to eat her out.

Once she started to moan, Randy stood and grasped her ponytail at the top of her head.

"Put my cock inside," he ordered, and Halley reached down and worked his cock into her snatch without taking her eyes off of his face.

It was a short fuck session by their standards, but he held her head up by her ponytail the entire time, fucking her hard until she climaxed. He almost kept going to get himself off as well, but he knew she was not finished with her schoolwork and pulled out, moving to his pile of clothes on the floor as she regained her breath on the table.

Randy was surprised by the next words Halley spoke.

"What's the big black safe is the corner? You keep all your money in there?"

Randy followed her eyes to the behemoth on the opposite wall, then turned back to her.

"It's a gun safe."

"Lemme see," she asked as she moved to put her shorts back on.

He sighed, but opened it,

"Shiitttt!" Halley exclaimed, "You expecting a war?"

"Not hardly," he replied. "You really wanna see this?"

"Yes," she answered, and he pointed to each weapon and identified each gun. There were three old western style revolvers with cowboy holsters, two Sig Sauers P226 pistols, "and four more hidden throughout the house plus one in each vehicle," two Mossberg riot shotguns, two M-4 semi-automatics and a Barrett M107A1 .50-caliber sniper rifle.

"What about at the beach house?" she asked him as she stood alongside.

"Same deal, but just one rifle and one shotgun. And none of the collectable cowboy guns."

"Where are they? I don't remember a big safe like this there."

"There's a smaller safe hidden in the back of my walk-in closet."

"Oh," she nodded thoughtfully. "Seriously, why do you have so many guns?"

Randy did his patented, full shoulder shrug, "Some people collect stamps, I collect guns."

Halley smiled at him, "And women."

"Na, I collect S&H."

"Is that like Social Security?" she teased.

"No," he replied in a serious tone.

Halley guessed again, "Shipping and handling?"

Randy did not answer and Halley grew impatient.

"What's S&H asshole?"

Having gotten Halley to call him by the pet-name she had given, he grinned wide in triumph, "Sluts and hoes."

She shook her head, "That's on me, I should have known," then pointed into the safe, "I wanna shoot the big one."

"No," again in the serious tone.

"No?"

Randy nodded yes, but repeated firmly, "No."

"And why the hell not?"

Calmly he reached for one of the Sig Sauers and cleared it.

"Because the recoil would be too much for you. This would be a better gun for you to shoot your first time."

"Okay John Wayne, let's go."

He chuckled as he grabbed a loaded, fifteen shot clip, "I'm impressed."

She smiled, "Sometimes I watch one of his old movies."

"Why?" Randy asked, intrigued by the revelation.

"'Cause sometimes when he talks, I hear you. Totally different subjects, mind you, but the same syntax."

"Ha! Out to the stairway and down to the river with you," and he pushed her shoulder gently onward and followed the tall blonde out of the office. On the entire trek, through the foyer, dining room, kitchen and then the breezeway out back Randy watched Halley's ponytail swinging as she walked, each swing in time with the swish of her ass. It was enthralling.

He stopped her on the top landing of the stairway that led to the river and put the gun on top of a small cabinet that she had never noticed. Opening it, Randy pulled out a bullseye paper target and attached it to a wire system to the left of the stairway, running the target all the way down to the bottom on the wire.

"Okay, four rules," he said as he turned back to her and inserted the clip in the pistol.

Halley studiously gave him her full attention.

"Number one ... treat every gun as if it is loaded, whether you know if it is or not. If someone hands you a gun, unless you watched them load it as I did just now, you always clear it. Second, never point a gun at anything you are not willing to kill. Third, keep your finger off the trigger until you are ready to fire. And fourth, be sure of your target and what is behind it."

"So you never pull a gun unless you're gonna shoot someone?"

"Depends on your intent and the situation. Sometimes the presence of a gun is all it takes, sometimes not. There was a little blonde, smaller than your sister, who got abandoned by her boyfriend on the beach right in front of my Outer Banks house one time --"

"And you rescued her," Halley chimed in.

Randy smiled, "Of course I did."

"Of course you did," she repeated, the sarcasm thick.

Randy continued, "Anyways, the next day the boyfriend comes back looking for her—"

"The next day?" Halley was incredulous.

"Yep, next day. Anyways, he knocks on the door and asks if I've seen her, and I tell him yes, that she spent the night with me. Then he gets belligerent and as we talked in the kitchen, I took out a pistol and laid it on the counter. I had no intention of using it unless he got physical, but I wanted him to know it was a possibility."

Halley skipped right over the lead to the story and went to what interested her most, "So you fucked his girlfriend. Tell me about her."

Randy shook his head in amazement.

"Tiny thing with a very nice ass and a very big mouth, in size and speech. Space cadet though," then he imitated her in a falsetto voice, "Like, you know?"

"Do you still fuck her?" Halley asked, giggling at his impression.

"She left with him and hasn't been back, but she has my number. She doesn't live around there though. Back to the subject at hand, any questions about guns?"

"Yes. Show me how to clear it."

"It's different for each type but on this one," and he showed her how to clear a Sig Sauer P226, having her demonstrate how well she had watched immediately afterward.

"Good. Now ..." and he proceeded to instruct her how to hold the pistol and how to shoot it, popping off two rounds at the paper target he had set up at the bottom of the steps, the first in the 10-ring and the second in the X.

"Jeez, that's loud," she commented when he stopped.

"Yeah, I probably should have gotten some earmuffs. Here, your turn," and he handed the weapon over and stood close by her right side as he guided her through her maiden voyage shooting.

As the echo of her first shot faded, along with Halley's exclamation of surprise, Randy told her, "Virgin territory. Take your time, control your breathing, squeeze the trigger."

She frowned at him, then turned to the task at hand and fired off six measured shots, getting incrementally better, but not coming close to the X-ring of the target before she turned to him.

"This is fun."

"Yes, but it's serious too. You don't get the full effect shooting a paper target. Go get the smallest cantaloupe out of the refrigerator."

"What for?" she questioned.

"Just do it Halley," he ordered, and she scooted away without further instruction.

She returned with a cantaloupe that was roughly eight inches in diameter. Randy took it and walked down the stairs to the next landing, the gun in his waistband. He removed the cap of a newel post and placed the cantaloupe in the hole that remained, so that it would not roll off.

When he returned, she asked him, "You're gonna shoot an innocent fruit."

"Just be quiet and watch what a bullet really does when it hits something soft, like a body," he told her, drawing the Sig from his waist and taking aim.

Four seconds later, the cantaloupe exploded into a million pieces as the 165 grain, .40 Smith & Wesson bullet tore through it. Randy cleared the gun, ejected the clip and racked the slide to remove the live round in the chamber as Halley stood there with her mouth hanging open.

"Good gosh almighty!"

"Yeah. Now imagine if that were a person. You don't pull these things unless you are willing to do that to someone. I have them for protection of me and mine."

"Does that include me?"

"Are you mine?"

"You know I am."

"Then you know the answer."

Halley reached and took the pistol from his hand, clearing it just as he had taught her.

"You practice with these things?"

"Yes, typically once a week with the handgun and once every two weeks with the long guns."

"Long guns are the big ones?"

"Yes."

Without another word she laid the handgun on the small cabinet and squatted in front of him.

"Halley, what are you doing?"

"You didn't cum before in the office, so I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do," and with that she had his still hard dick through his fly and flicked the head with her lizard-like tongue, long like her legs. She twirled it around the head of his cock, almost three inches covered with every swipe, before holding it up and licking his balls, tracing the underside of his unit from stem to stern.

"Mmm, tastes so fuckin' good," she cooed as she swiped the head again.

Randy closed his eyes and sighed, then opened them and watched as Halley went down on him, twisting her head as she engulfed as much of the monster as she could take.

Somewhere in his mind he wondered if shooting the gun had made her horny, but the thought got lost in the attention she was giving his shooter and he let himself go to the feeling.

"Arrgghhhh!" he groaned as he came, Halley holding his cockhead just inside her mouth to catch all his jism.

When his body spasmed with the final spurt of seed Randy took his cock from her and demanded, "Show me."

Halley's reptilian tongue emerged and pointed straight down, at least three inches of it, if not more, out of her mouth. It was covered in thick, white semen that gravity slowly pulled down to the point of her tongue where it ran in string to the deck. There were globules that formed, spaced symmetrically apart, and dropped to the deck as if climbing down the string. Even though the sight was different, it reminded Randy of his cum dripping off her clit last night.

"Such a good slut," he commended her, and Halley slurped her tongue back inside and swallowed what was left. Then she stood, patted his cock like a pet and headed back to the house, careful not to step in the puddle of semen.

"Back to the salt mines," she told him over her shoulder as she disappeared inside.

*

Halley had gone back to her work while Randy cleaned the gun. He interrupted her only to replace it in the gun safe and lock it. Neither of them spoke.

By the time she had finished, he had fallen asleep on the living room couch, where she finally found him close to five o'clock. She wanted climb on top and fuck him, but instead adjusted the ponytail on top of her head and went to the kitchen.

Halley had proclaimed that she didn't like meat since she was an adolescent, but Randy made her eat it just the same. She opened the refrigerator, intending to make supper for them, with no idea what Randy had that she could cook. She spotted a metal pan with aluminum foil covering it and pulled it out. Upon removing the foil, she found two New York strips marinating in tomato juice and knew that was what he had intended for the evening meal.

"Well hell," she grumbled to herself and put the pan on the countertop.

*

It was just over 90 minutes later when Randy walked into the kitchen just as Halley was tossing vegetables and shredded cheese in a large salad bowl.

"You cooked?" he asked.

"Yes, I do work at a restaurant you know."

"You're the hostess Halley," he retorted.

"Yeah, but early in the evening, before it gets busy, I go to the kitchen and watch."

She had seared the steaks on the stove under high heat before putting them in the oven, along with two russet potatoes. He helped her get things together and they sat at the nook to eat.

After the first bite, he complimented her, "I don't know what else you put on this to season it, but you've proved yourself to me."

She smiled, then took the first bite of her steak as Randy watched her.

"You can't tell me that's not good," he challenged.

"Yeah, but --" she came back at him as she chewed.

"No buts, just say it's good."

Halley opened her mouth to protest, but thought better of it and after a prolonged pause admitted, "It's good."

"Such a good slut. You just earned a knot in your ass tonight."

Halley swallowed hard and looked down at her plate grinning before filling her fork with salad.

*

After doing the dishes, they had begun to kiss and Randy lifted her by her thighs, their tongues still dueling as he carried her to his bed. They undressed each other hurriedly and fell onto the mattress straight into an intimate missionary.

Halley craned her head forward when he first put his cock inside, "Ahh, yes. I love watching my pussy swallow you," she muttered in heat.

Randy pressed her inner thighs flat on the bed, spreading her legs wide as he worked his cock inside almost gently. She thoroughly enjoyed the feel as it slowly carried her further and further toward cumming, her hands spreading out to her sides and bunching the bedspread. The buildup was slow, almost romantic, and Halley was on the verge of panting when he went balls deep with a sudden and hard stroke that crammed itself into her depths and she climaxed immediately.

As she orgasmed, Randy continued to fuck, resuming the slow, steady pace. When the gibberish had stopped and she began to pant in earnest, he reached down with his left hand and thumbed her clit. With each swipe of his thumb, Halley could feel a second orgasm building.

The panting increased into a crazed wheeze, "Yeah ... yeah ... fuck me," she begged and looked down again at his cock spitting her pussy. It was at that moment Randy's right hand seized her throat pinning it to the bed roughly as he picked up his intensity. Slowly squeezing and limiting her air, Halley began to nod, gasping, "Yeah ... yeah ... I fuckin' love it."

Randy continued squeezing, until Halley went stone cold silent and then came again, this one bringing a fierce tremble to her body as Randy pumped his seed deep inside her, a hard thrust accompanying each twitch of his balls.

*

"You know, I think my favorite necklace that you've given me is your hand around my throat."

"Like that do you?"

"It has its moments," she admitted.

She was facing him with her legs crossed and his cock in her hand as Randy sat with his back propped up by pillows against the headboard.

"One thing that always has its moment though," and she bent over with her legs still crossed and traced the rim of his cock with her long, pointed tongue.

Randy stiffened, feeling his cock begin to do the same as she sat back and giggled at him while still holding his dick in her hand.

"When you're pulling out to get another stroke in, it's like that part of the head forms a seal, a vacuum, and is trying to suck my soul out with it through my pussy, or my ass. That feeling usually comes right before I orgasm. Gabbie feels it too. She said it's highly addictive and I agree."

"You keep doing that thing you do with that lizard tongue of yours and you're gonna lose your soul again," he growled.