Amy's Redemption

by B J Wane

  Chapter Three

  RJ fed a wine dipped strawberry to Amy and then leaned over to lick the juice from her lips and chin, watching the wariness enter her eyes. She was a puzzle, one he wanted to solve. In the space of a few hours she had played the brazen flirt, the inexperienced lover and the talented, but wary, sex siren. He didn’t know if she was insecure about herself, him or the situation, even though he had taken the time and effort to try to reassure her about all three. And why he cared or bothered was beyond him. All modesty aside, he was successful, wealthy and attractive which gave him his choice of women on any given night. There was just something about Amy that drew him, made him want to slay her demons in one breath and pound himself between her legs with the next. He had always liked his sex hard and fast, a little on the rough side, with women who enjoyed it the same way. Throw in some exhibitionism and erotic discipline and he was easy to please. Amy’s tight, sexy body made him want to indulge in all of that and that wary, distrustful look she didn’t bother to hide drew out protective urges he didn’t know he possessed.

  Leaning against the headboard, the sheet draped across her lap, she was seemingly comfortable with her naked breasts on display, yet she deftly evaded every personal question he had asked, making him wonder what she was hiding.

  “So, you’re just passing through on your way to where?” he tried again.

  Amy paused, taking a sip of her wine before answering. “Would you believe me if I said I wasn’t sure?” she asked thinking that that was partly true. She was starting a new job Monday, but she still needed to get directions to the large ranch located fifty miles southwest of Cheyenne where she would be working as a chef.

  “Sure,” he replied easily. “Just as I believe you’re willing to share your body but that’s it.” His eyes moved over her breasts and he smiled when her breath quickened and her small nipples tightened.

  “I thought you wanted to fuck again,” Amy grumbled.

  Pulling back, he glared at her. “What’s your hurry? We have all night, and quit saying fuck.”

  Amy grinned widely, her eyes lit with mirth, making her even prettier. “You say it and it is what we’re here for.”

  “I’m a guy, we’re supposed to talk that way.”

  “Well, I’m about as far from a lady as a girl can get, so get over it. I call them like I see them, and a night of fucking is exactly that, fucking.”

  RJ wasn’t used to people talking back to him, even in jest. He liked her smart mouth and sassy retorts, but he liked being obeyed better. With a surprisingly quick maneuver, he had the sheet tossed aside and Amy flipped on her stomach before she could stop him. Her cheeks were still slightly pink, but that didn’t stop him from landing several hard swats to her tender buttocks.

  “Ow, stop that you oaf!”

  RJ would’ve backed off if she hadn’t been laughing with the first swat and moaning and lifting her ass for more by the third. “Are you going to behave?” he asked, smacking her twice more, delighting in the rosy flush that now covered her buttocks.

  Amy was drowning here and desperately needed a life preserver. Nothing in her sordid past had prepared her for a man like RJ, the lust he provoked with his high handedness, the desperate need she felt clawing at her, begging for release. The fact that that need was inspired by the painful/pleasure of his hard hand hitting her vulnerable ass only confused and shocked her further. Was it the man, the action or just a taste of something new that had her responding like never before? She didn’t know and didn’t have the luxury of time and ease to explore it further than the next few hours.

  “Yes, I’ll be good,” she panted, reluctantly giving in just so he would get on with it so she could get out of here.

  Flipping her back over, RJ swooped down and kissed her ruthlessly. He knew she gave in to him just so they could do what they came here for and she could be done with him. She might be anxious for their night to be over, but he wasn’t. His lips moved to her breasts and he drew a taut nipple into his mouth, his teeth nipping, before he allowed his lips and tongue to soothe. Her startled gasp was music to his ears and he took his time savoring those small buds, feeling them harden even more against his tongue. Pulling up, her nipple held tightly between his lips, he lifted her breast up by the nipple before releasing it with a plop. Her face was red and her eyes wide with that wariness again as she shifted her other breast toward him, cupped it in her palm and offered it to him.

  “That’s it, sweetheart, show me what you want, what you like, and I’ll give it to you,” he said before taking her other nipple into his mouth and giving it the same attention.

  Amy couldn’t tell him what she wanted and liked because she didn’t know. The men she had picked up for money were more interested in her mouth or getting between her legs and rarely did they touch her breasts. When they did it was with a quick caress and then they quickly moved on. Of course, she often touched herself, and enjoyed playing with her nipples before getting herself off, but having RJ do it was so much better. His lips suckled hard, his tongue covered her whole breast and the bite of his teeth jolted her with that wonderful pleasure/ pain again. Her fingers sank into his thick, dark hair as she held him to her.

  Amy’s short breaths and gyrating hips told him she was close and that was just from sucking her tits, RJ thought in delight. As much as he was enjoying feasting on the two small mounds, his dick was telling him to get a move on. “Spread your legs for me, Amy,” he demanded as he looked up at her.

  Amy didn’t hesitate, bending her knees and spreading them wide. Her nipples were wet, red and hard and felt sore. When RJ grabbed her hands and placed them over them, she didn’t hesitate to take over their stimulation. His smile was knowing and sexy as he moved down between her splayed legs.

  RJ settled between her legs, his gaze riveted on the bare, swollen folds of her pussy. Her cream was oozing out and running down her crack, too tempting for him to resist. With a slow swipe of his tongue, he licked up her seam, before spreading her pussy wide with his thumbs.

  “What’re you doing?” she gasped in shock even though she loved the way he was staring at her.

  “Looking at you,” he replied simply. “You have the prettiest pussy, all pink and puffy and wet.”

  “I’m sure it’s not the first one you’ve seen,” she retorted, embarrassed. She’d never had anyone admire her like that and it was both disconcerting and exciting.

  “Behave or you’ll feel what it’s like getting this pretty pussy spanked.”

  Just the thought had her jerking, whether in distaste or eagerness she really didn’t know. When he inserted first one finger then two into her gaping hole, she quickly forgot about his threat. Leaning her head back, she continued playing with her breasts as he fingered her slowly. When his lips latched on to her clit she almost screamed in pleasure as she thrust her cunt against his mouth, eager for more. This was another first for her and she was beginning to wonder just how much she had been missing.

  RJ took his time eating her and exploring her with his fingers. She was tight, his passage eased by her wetness. Her inner walls clasped his fingers, trying to hold him in as he slowly eased out and then back. Her whimpers and jerking hips egged him on as did the sight of her red, swollen clit begging for his touch. He lapped up the juices seeping around his fingers before nipping her inner thigh, which only caused her to release even more wetness. He could be down here all night, he thought with pleasure as he once again licked her folds and slit before concentrating on her clit.

  When his teeth latched onto that small bud, Amy screamed, her cunt tightened around his fingers and her cream soaked his hand as she thrashed against his face. She didn’t hold back and he liked that. He looked up and saw confused pleasure on her face, her hands still clutching her breasts and her breath coming fast and hard. He kept his eyes on hers as he brought her off, sucking hard on her clit as he pumped in and out of her sheath with vigorous intent.

  Amy exploded, grinding her pussy against hi
s face, her legs splayed as far as she could manage while her hands tightened on her breasts. The powerful climax swept through her like a hurricane, leaving her damp, shaking and at a total loss. Her pussy was still spasming when he pulled away and rose above her.

  “Now, we’re going to fuck,” he rasped as he thrust hard into her still clenching cunt, refusing to give her time to put those damn walls back up again. He had her where he wanted her, open, vulnerable and trapped beneath him. Grabbing her behind the knees, he draped her legs over his arms and leaned over her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, sucking him in deeper, her damp heat coating him completely, easing his way as he took her deep and hard.

  Amy had never been fucked like this before, with her whole body taken prisoner by the storm raging inside her, brought on by the powerful strokes of the hard man above her. He didn’t hurry, withdrawing slowly then thrusting deep and hard, over and over until she was on the verge of begging. Her legs looked slender draped over his muscled arms, his biceps straining as he held her. He was so big she could barely get her arms around his back where she could feel each ripple of those muscles as he moved within her. He didn’t kiss her, his face was buried in her hair, his breath harsh in her ear. She felt surrounded by him, engulfed by his passion and pinned by his pistoning hips. And she loved it.

  Always before, Amy lay unmoving during sex, praising the stranger using her until he got off, which usually took a minute or two. Now, she couldn’t help but participate whole heartedly, her hips automatically rising to meet his as she once again felt the tremors of another orgasm. Her first climax with a man inside her and she came apart. Crying out her pleasure once again, she knew she’d never be satisfied with her own hand again. RJ’s cock swelled and jerked inside her as she clasped around him and she could feel his semen filling her as she lost herself completely.

  RJ pulled her with him as he rolled off her, holding her against his side. He hadn’t come that long and that hard since he was a teenager. Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the now quiet room, and as they both eased into sleep, he marveled at how right her small body felt curled next to his.

  RJ woke an hour later with a hard cock and an eagerness to feel her pussy clamped tightly around it again. Knowing if he woke her she would want to rush him through another quick tumble, he decided to take his time and rouse her slowly. Since he had already come twice, he felt confident he could hold back long enough to do a thorough job.

  Her hair was ink black, curly and silky soft. One hand was buried in its thickness and he ran the shoulder length strands slowly through his fingers, smiling at the way they curled around them. Amy moaned and rubbed her head against his shoulder, making him smile. He had no doubt the purring kitten in his arms would revert to a snarling cat when she woke, but until then he would enjoy her quiet acceptance.

  He moved his hand down her back, once again marveling at how small and delicate she was until he got to her buttocks. Here she was soft but firm and surprisingly nicely rounded. He lightly squeezed her buttock, drawing another moan from her. She shifted unconsciously, slightly lifting her hips into his hand, eager for his attention. It appears she enjoyed having attention on this particular area as much as he enjoyed lavishing it. He alternated between caressing and squeezing those lush globes until his breath quickened along with his cock. Slipping his finger between her crease, he lightly stroked her anus. Amy snuggled tighter against him and again lifted into his hand. Her even breathing told him she was still asleep. He couldn’t resist that forbidden treasure and slowly slipped past her tight barrier to his first knuckle. Her startled gasp told him she was waking quickly and before she could draw away from him, he drew his other arm around her waist, holding her tightly across his torso, her head buried in his shoulder.

  “Shh, let me play, Amy. Trust me, you’ll like this.”

  “I’ve never…”

  “Good, I like knowing I’ll be the first.” It turned him on knowing she was a virgin there, and although he had no intention of fucking her ass tonight, he did have every intention of seeing her again and taking her there. Slowly he penetrated her ass, burying his finger in her tight hole.

  She didn’t say anything, but her breathing quickened and her hips moved restlessly. Slowly, RJ finger fucked her ass until she was whimpering in need, lifting for each stroke before grinding down on his hip seeking release. He marveled at how quickly she became aroused and at how openly she sought her release.

  “RJ, please.” she begged.

  “I take it you like that?” He couldn’t resist teasing her.

  “Yes, dammit, now fuck me.”

  His hand swatted her ass cheek while he kept his finger lodged in her anus. “Quit saying fuck.”

  She giggled and made him smile. “Then quit tormenting me and do it.”

  He smacked her again and then fingered her, then repeated the sequence until her hips were jerking against his hands, seeking, demanding relief. Feeling her come unglued while he did nothing but finger fucked her ass and smacked her buttocks was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Burying her face deeper into his shoulder, she gyrated against his hip until she came, the loud smack against her buttocks and her cries of pleasure echoing loudly in the room.

  In all his sexual encounters, he had never had a woman climax with anal stimulation alone. Amy’s response was the biggest stimulant of the evening and he was now more than ready to give her the fuck she had been demanding. “On your knees,” he ordered her, his voice harsh with need.

  Amy quickly complied, burying her head in her bent arms and eagerly spreading her knees wide. Kneeling behind her, he wasted no time sinking his cock into her soaking pussy, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust deep and hard. She threw herself back at him, accepting his brutal possession with a glad cry. Digging his thumbs into her reddened cheeks, RJ spread her buttocks to gaze at that small rosebud that had tempted him beyond endurance. Amy whimpered and buried her face deeper, whether in shame or excitement he didn’t know and didn’t care. He took her fast and hard, keeping her buttocks spread and her anus on display as he pounded into her.

  “Tell me it’s good, dammit. Tell me you want this,” he panted out shortly.

  “Yes!” She answered without hesitation, her breath short as her hips met his thrusts with equal vigor.

  “Thank God,” he breathed as sweat dripped from his brow, his balls drew up tight and he exploded into her pulsing sheath without further delay.

  Amy followed him, her pussy clenching around his cock in a tight fist as her body was again racked with such pleasure she felt faint. When she had awoke to RJ’s finger in her ass and her pussy dripping wet because of it she had been shocked and, for the first time in a long while, ashamed. Anal play was something she had never indulged in, wanting, needing, to keep some part of herself to herself. She couldn’t believe the pleasure she had gotten from his finger there and when combined with the heat and sting from his hand, the instant arousal had been shocking and uncontrollable. RJ had thrown her body and her feelings into a maelstrom of chaos that left her reeling and uncertain.

  As he slowly withdrew from her still clenching pussy, she had the sudden urge to cling to him, to tighten around him and try to hold him inside her, and that was enough to send her running even if she hadn’t already been planning on doing so.

  “I need the restroom,” she said without looking at him as she crawled off the bed.

  “Take your time,” RJ replied behind her, his voice sounding drowsy and content.

  Amy planned to do just that, long enough for him to fall asleep again and for her to make a hasty get away. For the first time that night she took the time to look around the suite as she padded slowly to the bathroom. Her bare feet sunk into plush grey carpeting. A fireplace stood in a corner, a wet bar in the opposite corner and two plush armchairs in maroon and grey velvet sat between. The bathroom was huge with double sinks set into a marble vanity and large shower with multiple jets and a separate bathtub.


  “Want me to join you in there?” RJ called out.

  Amy gave him one of her sassy grins, not wanting him to suspect anything. “Why don’t we wait until we’ve rested again. I know I’ll enjoy it more after a respite.”

  “You’re right,” he agreed as he blatantly eyed her from head to toe.

  Amy shut the door and leaned back against it. She was tired and knew she was going to be sore tomorrow. The last time she had been with a man had been well over a year ago and Brian had still been more of a boy than a man. Even her dildos and vibrators couldn’t stand up next to RJ and she had never been fucked so vigorously before. She needed to get away from RJ, find an inexpensive motel to rest in until Sunday, then try to find her way to the Kincaid ranch where she would be working for the next year according to the contract she had signed.

  Amy took her time washing up at the sink and using the bathroom. She was hoping RJ would fall asleep while she was in there. She was afraid if she had to get in that big bed with him again and snuggle up against that hard body, she would fall asleep and this time nothing would wake her before it was too late to sneak out. She wasn’t worried RJ wouldn’t let her go come morning, she was worried he would try everything in his power to either get her to stay or to get more information about her so he could track her down again. Given the price a suite like this must cost in a hotel like the Carleton, she knew he had the means to get information she wasn’t willing to give. Not that he would find much. Her name and social security number match and it would take some digging to unearth the truth that they belonged to someone who had died in the forties. She didn’t delude herself into thinking she was such a great lay he would go to such lengths, but she wasn’t going to take any chances.

  Twenty minutes later, a peek out the bathroom door showed her RJ had indeed fallen asleep. She dressed quickly and quietly, carrying her shoes and purse as she slipped out the door. She didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until she was in the elevator. Slipping her shoes on, she tried to appear calm and confident as she walked through the deserted lobby. At three thirty in the morning, there was only the front desk clerk and the door man on duty. After describing her car and giving him the keys, she debated on whether to get directions to a cheap motel, but decided against that. She’d stop at a gas station and find something. Having arrived in Cheyenne a day earlier than she had expected, she had nothing to do tomorrow except rest, which she figured she would need most of the day to do.