Backroads Ch. 03

"Of course. Why not."

She really was horny.

We ducked under hot water and some of the tension I felt washed away, and Jennie started doing things with her hands and my cock that definitely got my mind off bears. She knelt down at one point and played with it, wrapped her fingers around it and jerked it a few times, all quite playfully, then she leaned forward and bit the tip. Hard.

"Yeeooww!" I stood on my toes, jerked my cock from her mouth as I hopped up and away. The she growled. I shit you not. Growled like a bear.

"You got away from one today," she said now, grinning, "but not again. I'm going to eat you up and spit out the bone."

"Really? You don't swallow?"

She stood and smiled. "You'll find out. Now, you wait here. I'll call you when I'm ready for you."

"Yes Ma'am."

She smiled as she walked out of the bathroom, and she closed the door behind her. I looked down at my cock; it was at half mast and I wasn't sure if it was her lipstick or my blood smeared all over the head.

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She opened the door. "Alright, Jim. Come in here, now."

I dried off; the bathroom was hot as hell but the room itself was freezing. All the windows had been thrown wide open, curtains flew in the stormy wind, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed. Jennie looked possessed; my cock tried to run from the room in terror.

"Lie down," she commanded.

"You betcha."

"You like being a smart ass, don't you little boy."

"Well, if the shoe fits..." I made it to the bed, was about to pull the covers down...

"No! Leave them alone. Lie down. Now!"

"Is this horny? Are we horny yet?" I lay down, spread my legs a bit and put my hands behind my head.

"Move your hands." I could see her now; she had been standing in shadow. She was wearing a black leather brassiere and fishnet stockings. There were little cut outs in the bra and her nipples jutted out fiercely. She came and sat by me; put a scarf over my eyes. "Lift your head." She tied the scarf behind my head, then let my head drop; the pillow was gone. "Arms out."

"Jennie, what are..."

"Arms out, Jim, or you don't get to play."

"What makes you think I want to?" I said this, of course, while I was extending my arms. Freud was so right.

"That's a good boy." I felt something loop around my left wrist, then the loop tightened. She moved around to the other side of the bed and did the same, then moved down to my ankles and tied them off as well.

"How do you feel, Jim?"

"Cold."

Something hard slapped the tops of my thighs.

"And now my legs hurt."

Another slap, this time harder. "I can do it much harder, Jim. Would you like that?"

"Whatever floats your boat, baby."

The next blow was seriously sharp; I bit my lip and laughed at the same time. The next blow did, however, get my more immediate attention.

"Okay! You win! Time for dinner? Reservations at six?"

Another slap, harder still, then I felt her standing bedside. "Lift your butt," she whispered into my ear.

"Pardon me."

Hard blow.

"Lift your ass, Jim." She grabbed my cock and pulled it toward the ceiling. My back arched obligingly; she slipped a mound of pillows underneath my ass. "Good boy," she said sweetly.

I felt her hands on my cock, then hot breath; a tongue drew lazy circles on the head as it grew harder, and sharp fingernails pulsed down the shaft. I may have moaned then, but I wouldn't have made a bet on it.

"You like that, Jim?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. Now that you ask."

Big slap across the thighs.

"You must really enjoy being a smart ass, Jim. Go ahead, though, if you like."

"I've been trying to quit, honestly I have, but..."

Whack! Laughter. Hers, not mine, by the way. I felt her sliding between my legs, then she flicked one of my nuts with a finger and I jumped. I mean seriously Jumped.

"Okay. Uncle. I give. Time for ole Jim to ..."

"Jim?" she said this while she flicked the other nut, though she managed to knock this one with what felt like a sand wedge or a nine iron.

"Yes?" I groaned.

"Shut the fuck up, Jim."

"Right."

I heard plastic snapping, then felt cold liquid pouring down my cock; said cock was, as I'm sure you can guess, about as hard as a lead pipe. A huge wad of the stuff, really cold, too, dripped down the shaft, then her hands swirled around and rubbed the stuff in. She held my cock straight out then slapped the snot out of it; it bounced from side to side a couple of times.

"You know, I could have sworn it was you who was into pain."

"Oh, I am, Jim. I am."

"Swell."

Whack!

Then she was all smooth and tender, made little loving noises over my cock, nibbled at it playfully from time to time while she continued massaging me. More fluid, this time running down over my sack, and she massaged that whole area as well. Then she pinched the sack. Once. Twice. A third time. I was hopping around like popcorn in a kettle, then as suddenly she was back to the gentle thing; smooth, even strokes, both hands wrapped around the shaft – pulsing up and down in long, tight pulls. There was stuff running down my asshole and she found it, began running her finger over the opening, slowly, gently, lingering, probing a little with one finger while her other hand kept working over my cock.

She moaned a little, or was it me? "Ooh, you like that Jim, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Your cock just got real hard, Jim. Very, very hard and, ooh, yes, a little pre-cum, Jim. Ooh, yes, a nice little stream of it. Would you like this first bit, or can I?"

"Oh, feel free."

"I don't want to be selfish, Jim." I felt her fingernail scooping around the tip of my cock, her hand milking the shaft and then scooping even more. "Open your mouth, Jim."

"Uh, no thanks, really..." Fingernails digging into the skin of my inner thigh, total pain now.

"Open your mouth, Jim. Now, that's a good boy. Stick your tongue out, Jim, here it is."

It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but the Astroglide left a weird aftertaste. Hardly mattered, though, because she slipped a second finger up the back passage and started moving her fingers in and out, slowly, gently, slowly, evenly, in and out, in and out, then more pressure, a third finger in and out and in and out and then a forth finger and the pressure was building building in and out slowly in and out gently what the hell is she doing I can feel her thumb sliding-in – unbearable pain – blinding light – pop!

She's turning her hand inside me and somewhere a part of me is aware of that but all I'm really aware of are echoes of intense pain washing across and through me.

"What? Are you? Doing?" I felt myself floating, drifting...

"I'm fisting you, Jim. Ever been fisted?"

"Where am I?"

"All around me, Jim. And I have you, don't worry."

"Oh. Good."

"Yes, Jim. Good. Are you ready to cum for me, Jim?"

"Cum?"

"Yes, Jim. Cum. I want you to cum for me now."

I felt pressure on my cock, insane pressure inside my bowels, then as she began jacking my cock and turning her fist inside me I felt every synapse in my body firing simultaneously, my back arching ever more, her hands sloshing in lubed hammer blows and all was white... all was orgasm. I was aware of her mouth engulfing the head of my cock, my sperm flooding into her warmth and it was endless, endless...

I came to I don't know how much later. She wasn't on the bed; I could hear her in the shower, and she came out a few minutes later, humming some Irish ditty and going about getting dressed like I wasn't in the room. I tried to talk, but couldn't. My tongue felt dry, my cheeks full, and I could hear my muffled voice inside my head when I tried to speak.

"What was that, Jim?"

More muffled noises that used to be my voice.

"Oh. I'm sorry Jim, but I stuffed some dirty underwear in your mouth and tied them in place with a stocking."

Loud muffled voice, some jerking of restraints.

"Now, Jim, don't be rude or next time I'll stick my foot up your asshole. Would you like that, Jim?"

Dead silence.

"That's a good boy, Jim. I'm going to go down to dinner now. Maybe I'll find someone to come up and play with us. Hm-m? Would you like that, Jim?"

Continued dead silence on my part.

"Well, let me make a call before I go."

I heard her walk to the desk by the bed and punch two numbers.

"Yes, Maid Service? This is room 437; we're off to dinner now and I wondered if you might be able to turn our bed now, perhaps put one of those lovely chocolates on the pillow? Yes? Splendid? Bye-bye."

She laughed a little.

"Well Jim, this might be interesting. Then again, maybe not. I guess all that will depend on one's point of view, won't it?"

Muffled pleading, pulling at restraints on wrist.

"Well, toodle-loo, Jim." Sounds of door opening and closing, followed by the last remnants of the storm rumbling down the valley and away from the lodge.

A clock ticking on the bedside table.

Water falling from the roof to the wood timbered deck outside.

I could feel my cock shriveling, my balls trying to retreat to somewhere near my spleen. Whether they were running from the cold or the impending humiliation, I have no idea.

I heard voices in the hallway. A woman and a man, talking. Voices growing near, then receding. A couple of little kids running down the hall, their laughter skipping like stones across a pond.

A cart, wheels squealing, glasses tinkling, stopping outside the door.

A knock at the door.

"Room service!"

A key in the door, the lock turning. A blast of air as the door opened...