by B J Wane
“Doctor, I asked her specifically to squeeze my fingers if she could hear me and she did, slightly.”
Sam reached down and clasped Ella’s hand trying to calm her. Ella took a deep breath, grateful for Sam’s silent intervention.
“We’ll keep an open mind, for sure,” the doctor replied as he turned to leave. “We’ll let you both know if there are any more changes.”
“I know I shouldn’t get my hopes up, but if I don’t remain positive I’ll be of no use to her, or you,” Ella stated, boldly looking up into Sam’s dark eyes.
“About that. We need to talk. How about breakfast?”
Ella suddenly realized she hadn’t eaten since last evening. Now, more than ever, she wanted a chance to help nail the bastard. Smiling at Sam, she nodded. “Okay.”
Still holding her hand, Sam led her out of the hospital. “There’s a small diner up the street…”
“Danny’s.”
“You know it,” he said as they started walking up the street.
“It’s a grease dive, has excellent food, and is very popular among the hospital employees, being so close.” Ella was feeling especially good. Melanie had shown the first sign of improvement, the sun was shining, and she was holding the hand of a very hot, very sexy man who turned her insides out and made her pussy cream.
“Not worried about your fat intake or cholesterol, I take it?”
“Nope. I’m lucky there. I don’t have a problem with either one, and I have ways of keeping my weight down that don’t include dieting, thank God.”
Sam eyed her appreciatively, remembering what she looked like from the waist down. Recalling the look of her rounded buttocks after both he and Mac had spanked her and the feel of her smooth, plump cunt under his hand was enough to drive him over the edge. He wanted this woman, bad. She was open, honest, sassy, and sexy as hell. He was looking forward to the challenge of taming her. He liked the way she held her head up, strolled briskly, and clasped his hand. And he really liked the fact that she didn’t seem at all self conscious over their last heated encounter.
“Does one of the ways you keep your weight down include an active sex life?” he asked casually as he opened the restaurant door for her.
If he thought she was shocked or put off by his personal question, he thought wrong. The morning crowd had thinned out, and they made their way to a small corner table easily. Ella took a seat before looking directly at him. “My sex life has been sorely lacking for awhile, Detective, but when it’s not, I enjoy a healthy dose of vigorous sex just as much as I’m sure you do. Is that what you wanted to know?”
A waitress interrupted them with menus. “What can I get you to drink?” the teenage, bubble popping girl inquired with a perky smile.
Sam grinned and winked at her, causing a red blush to stain her cheeks. “Coffee, black, for me.”
“Just water, please,” Ella answered, wondering if all females went agog over those laughing brown eyes. While she definitely was agog, her panties were in a damp twist and her pussy was clenching in anticipation of entering into a sexual relationship with this man and his partner.
After placing their order, Sam turned his attention back to her, getting right to the point, as she was discovering he was wont to do. “Why has your sex life been lacking lately?”
“Blunt, aren’t you?”
“To a fault and something you better get used to if you’re serious about latching on to Mac and me until we catch this guy. Answer my question.”
Ella smiled. She liked his straight forward manner, and the stern way he demanded answers caused her heart to stutter in excitement and left no time or room for indecision. “My previous affairs, few though they were, have been sorely….lacking. Either that or I’m hard to please.” She shrugged self consciously. “Sometimes it’s easier to do without than face disappointment.” Looking him in the eye, she added, “When I get desperate, Melanie sees to my needs.”
“If you’re hoping to shock me, that is definitely not the way to do it. Being a guy, I’d love to watch you having some girl on girl action. After your response to Mac and me, I’d guess you’re bi instead of a lesbian.”
“Neither,” she answered with a cheeky grin. “Melanie’s a lesbian, but she’s the only woman I’ve been with and then only because she knows what I need. I can be myself with her, unlike I’ve been able to do with any of the men I’ve slept with.”
The waitress returned with their breakfast, steaming plates of fried eggs, homemade hash browns, and biscuits. Sam dug into his food taking several bites before resuming his questioning. Finding out what makes her tick, why she wants to do this, is just as important as her ability to handle what would be required of her.
“Spell it out for me so we’re not operating in the dark here. What are your needs?”
Ella swallowed her bite of egg and took a large drink of water while reining in her temper. She didn’t want to blow her chance to help catch Melanie’s abductor; nor, if she were to be totally honest, did she want to miss out on the opportunity to see if Sam or Mac could give her what she craved sexually. But she had no desire to bare her soul along with her body.
“My needs aren’t important or what you need to know about me, Detective. All you need to know is if I can handle what you dish out well enough and long enough to draw this guy out.”
Sam knew a red flag when one was thrown up in front of him, and Ella’s cool rebuke was blatantly obvious. She would fuck them, and more, but they wouldn’t get close to her. God, he loved a challenge.
Dropping some money on the table, he pushed his plate back and stood up. “Good enough, Ms. Ward. If you’re finished, let’s see if you can handle what we’ll expect of you.”
Ella swallowed nervously as she rose, let him grasp her hand again, and followed him meekly out the back exit into the alley. Just outside the door, Sam quickly turned her around and held her against the brick wall. His hands grabbed hers and placed them flat on either side of her head. The brick felt rough against her palms, but she didn’t care as he smoothly slid his hands under her smock and covered her breasts.
“Shit, I hate bras. Front or back,” he demanded, nipping her neck.
“Front,” she gasped, the sounds of the traffic and pedestrians just up the alley on the street drowned out by the roaring in her ears.
He quickly unsnapped her bra and filled his hands with her ample breasts. “God, these babies are awesome,” he breathed heavily at her ear. “Being a breast man, I could come just thinking of all the things I’m going to do to your tits.”
Warm air caressed her naked flesh as he shoved her top up to her shoulders. His hands weren’t gentle as he squeezed her breasts and pulled and pinched her nipples, making her moan in pleasure.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, Blondie? Those pretty pink nipples are hard as a rock, stabbing into my palms. From now on, no bra when you’re with me, you got that? I want my girls loose and available at all times.”
If Ella hadn’t been so consumed with lust, she would have giggled at his phrasing. “I’m too big to go without a bra,” she managed to get out on a strangled breath as he damn near brought her to orgasm just by handling her breasts.
“You’re not too big, you’re fucking perfect. No bra or you’ll be sorry.”
“Okay.”
His hands moved down her waist, her shirt dropping over her breasts as he left them. Ella was disappointed until he slid one hand inside her pants, the elastic waist band making it easy for him.
“I used to think hospital garb were the un-sexiest clothes made. I’ve changed my mind. There’s always something to be said for easy access.” His hand slid into her panties and covered her pussy as his teeth bit her earlobe. “You’re wet, but I suppose you know that, don’t you?”
She nodded, spreading her legs wider to give him easier access. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
She frowned for a second until comprehension dawned. “Yes, Sir.”
“
Good. You learn fast. You’ll need to for where we’re going with this. Tell me something. How far are you willing to go?”
Two fingers slid easily into her pussy, making her arch into his hand, stealing her concentration. “What do you mean? I said I’d do anything you need me to.”
“Prove it,” he challenged as he thrust slowly in and out of her cunt, his thumb rasping her clit ever so lightly.
Ella lowered her head with a moan, her hands tense against the hard wall as she braced herself against the pleasure swamping her senses. “How?” she barely managed to answer as her folds swelled and her vagina gushed against his marauding fingers.
“Anything I say, right here, right now.” At her wary glance up the alley, he smirked, “That’s right, Ella. Out here where anyone can walk out of one of those doors at any time and see us. Or someone passing along the street can turn down here and look around that trash bin. No where to run, no where to hide. Ever had an audience before?”
How he had managed to latch on to one of her favorite fantasies, she’ll never know; and frankly, at this moment, she didn’t care. She wanted this, his hands on her, outside, where anyone could see. Just the thought that someone might happen along heightened her arousal.
Sam chuckled softly. “You’re dripping you’re so wet. The thought excites you. Pull your pants down, Ella, to your mid thighs. Right now.”
With shaking hands and nervous excitement, Ells pushed her pants and thong down, baring herself from the waist down. The warm air caressed her nakedness, arousing her further.
Stepping back, Sam ordered, “Hands on the wall and stick that ass out.”
Ella quickly complied, peeking nervously up and down the alley. She could see people walking the sidewalk at the end, but her lower half was concealed by the dumpster. Oddly, she wished the dumpster wasn’t there, that everyone crossing could see her with her pants down waiting breathlessly for Sam’s next instruction or move.
She didn’t have long to wait. Sam’s hands moved to her buttocks, rubbing the firm globes before crudely parting them to stare at her tight, puckered hole. “Mac’s gonna love your ass. If I hadn’t promised him he could have it first, I’d fuck it right here.” Leaning forward, he turned her face towards him. “Ever had a cock up that pretty ass, Blondie?”
Blushing, she shook her head. “Just toys,” she shyly admitted.
“Plugs and dildos are good ice breakers but can’t compare to the real thing. We’ll both take you there, you know that, right? Especially Mac. Next to pussy, he loves butt fucking best.”
Ella didn’t know what to say to that revelation. She had always loved anal play and the idea that she was soon going to experience the real thing excited her even more. Sam was going to be sorely disappointed if he thought to put her off with these promises.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied meekly.
The bright look of anticipation that lit up those expressive green eyes couldn’t be hidden, convincing Sam even more that Ella was going to work perfectly for this scheme. His right hand roamed her buttocks again before drawing back and slapping her hard on her right cheek while his left delved between her slick lips, parting her folds as he thrust two fingers deep.
Slapping her other cheek, he remarked, “This is what you’re going to get, Ella. An ass whipping regularly, whenever, wherever we want. But somehow, I don’t think you mind. Your cunt is fucking soaking my hand.” His hand landed again, causing her to cry out.
Ella arched her back, raising her buttocks for the next blow, anxious to feel the heated pain that sliced right through to her pussy. His blows shoved her hips forward into his hand, pushing his fingers deeper, harder.
By the time her ass was glowing bright red, Sam’s cock was hard and aching to be free. Pulling out of her clenching folds, he snapped, “If you want to get off, do it quickly.”
His hand continued to smack her now aching, swollen cheeks, and Ella was so close it only took a few swipes of her fingers and a pinch to her clit to have her jerking in orgasm. She stiffened her one arm, bracing herself against the pleasure as her fingers, and Sam’s hard hand finished bringing her off, her entire body shuddering in release.
Sam released his swollen cock. When he first hauled her out here, he hadn’t intended to take it this far, a little titillating and a spanking was his original plan. But her eager and easy acceptance of all his demands quickly had him on the edge and it was either step back or fall off. He chose the fall.
“On your knees.”
Ella turned, her face as red as her ass, her eyes roiling with emotions, she didn’t question or hesitate. Dropping to her knees, she made an awesome sight with her pale hair disheveled, her pants still lowered and her reddened ass standing out starkly against the rest of her very white skin.
He didn’t have to say anything. Looking up at him, she grasped the base of his thick erection and quite simply sucked him down. “Christ,” he muttered, his hands grasping her thick hair, pulling her to him. It was more than obvious, much to his current pleasure, that she had more experience in giving head than she did with anal sex. Lucky him. Unlike his partner, next to pussy, he preferred a wet, sucking mouth. Between the two of them, her every orifice was going to get a good educated workout.
Her hands cupped his balls as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, her tongue in constant swirling motion. He groaned loudly as she pulled back and suckled his head, licking his pre-come, before taking him deep again. As those incredible eyes started to close, he gripped her hair tighter and fucked her mouth harder.
“No,” he rasped tightly as his balls drew tautly with the onset of his climax. “Watch me while I come down your throat.”
She managed to hold his stare as he started to ejaculate, but then she gave up the struggle, moaned around his shaft, and sucked him off like he was her favorite flavored lollipop. What the hell, he thought as he shot his wad down her throat and lightning zinged throughout his system as he shook with his release. Her hands continued to fondle his testicles as her tongue and mouth continued to lave his cock until every drop was wrung from him.
He was still semi-hard when he plopped out of her mouth, but she kept licking him, worshipping his cock with her lips and tongue as if she couldn’t get enough. “Blondie, even I can’t keep us out of jail if we don’t end this now and get out of here.”
Chapter Five
“Are you okay to drive, or do you want me to take you home?” Sam asked as they neared her car in the hospital parking lot.
“I’m fine, thank you.” Unlocking her door, she slid behind the wheel, wincing as she sat on her sore buttocks.
Sam grinned knowingly before leaning over and kissing her fast and hard. “And that was just my hand. I’ve got a new flogger at home that has your ass’s name on it. Ever had a taste of the fogger, Blondie?”
“No, just a leather paddle,” she answered breathlessly, her buttocks clenching in both anticipation and dread.
Sam liked that she didn’t shy away from admitting her desires. “Those are nice too. Melanie?”
She frowned up at him. “What of it?” she asked defensively.
“Hey, I told you, there isn’t a guy alive that doesn’t have a thing for girl on girl action.” He reached over and cupped her breast. Her bra was still open, and he could easily feel her stiff nipple through her shirt. “Mac and I will be more than happy to expand your experiences with the opposite sex.”
“Sam.” Ella nervously glanced around the parking lot. “Someone could see, and I don’t want to lose my job.”
“Relax, I’m shielding my hand. But if we weren’t in front of your work, what would you do?”
“Pull up my shirt so you could touch me without barriers,” she whispered against his mouth.
Sam pinched her nipple until she groaned and then moved back. “When is your next day off?” he asked.
“Thursday night.”
Sam nodded. “I’ll arrange to get it off also and let you know where and wh
en to meet me. It helps that we’re both working nights. Sleep your regular pattern Thursday after you get off because I plan on keeping you awake all night.” Shutting her door, he walked to his car without a backward glance.
Ella managed to make it home in one piece, despite the turmoil her emotions and libido were in. The scene in the alleyway was the most intense, erotic encounter of her life and one she knew she would never forget. She had the feeling both Sam and Mac were the kind of men she had been searching for to fulfill her every fantasy. It had been so easy for her to comply with each of Sam’s orders. She always came hard while being spanked; but, today, she practically fell apart. The added stimulus of a possible audience coupled with submitting to his demands had heightened her pleasure tenfold. Her only fear now was how she was going to return to her vanilla sex life after this thing ended.
After a quick shower, she fell face down on her bed, naked and exhausted, but thoughts of a light haired man wielding a flogger while a dark haired lover fucked her ass kept her awake. Rolling onto her back, she spread her bent legs and moved one hand between her thighs while the other went to her nipples. She remembered the sight, taste, and feel of Sam’s large cock in her mouth and wished he were here now. She loved sucking cock, and Sam’s had stretched her mouth wide and hit the back of her throat with only taking half his length. Even using three fingers in her pussy wasn’t anywhere near as satisfying as she knew his cock would be.
Moaning, thrusting up into her marauding hand, pinching her nipples tightly, she imagined it was his long, thick rod fucking her, going deeper, harder than any other man she had ever had. Breathing heavily, she paused long enough to grab her favorite vibrator out of the night stand. The hard rubber phallus slid easily between her slick folds, the walls of her vagina clasping it greedily.
“Oh, God,” she gasped as she flipped it on and moved it against her clit as she continued fucking herself. Within seconds, her climax was ripping through her while she pretended it was Sam’s cock invading her body, coating her insides with his warm come. Relaxing her knees, she took a few moments to catch her breath while running the dildo lightly over her saturated, swollen folds. Exhaustion finally took over. Rolling over, she simply tossed the dildo aside, pulled up her blanket, and drifted off.