Duane Daum

by Dee

  Squirming spastically in multiple directions, I screamed my pleasure as a tsunami of blissful sensations swept through my body. My legs wrapped tightly around his head pulling his mouth tighter and tighter into my juicy core. My hands sought traction on the headboard and wrapped around the posts that bound them.

  After that I expected him, to climb up on the bed and stick it to me, but instead he told me he had to get something from his car and left.

  I waited for his return. Unbelievably, after I had that massive orgasm, I was looking forward to him fucking me. Randy, if that was his real name had left about 2:35. I glanced at the digital clock. It was 3:00—25 minutes. What could he be doing? Christ I hope he didn’t leave. Herb will be home by five-thirty. How could I explain being trussed up like this? I jerked my right hand violently then my left. It was no use. My hands would break before the cuffs or the bedpost. I squeezed my fingers together very tight in hopes they’d slip through the cuff. Almost but… I was sunk. All I could do was wait and hope he showed before Herb.

  My mind wandered back to that day. The day that Cindy talked Tina and I into spending our spring break in Vegas.

  * * * *

  “How would this work,” I asked, skeptically.

  “Simple,” Cindy said confidently, as if she had all the answers. “The three of us would check into one of the cheaper hotels on the Vegas Strip, but near the ritzier ones like the Bellagio or the Venetian. We’d dress sexy, but tasteful, hang at the ritzy hotel lounge and wait for the bucks to roll in.”

  “Humph!” I grunted. “If it’s that easy how come more women don’t do it?”

  “Lots of women do, but not just anyone can work out of the hotels. You have to be drop-dead gorgeous if you want to get two thousand a night, and we are that.”

  Tina rubbed her hands together. “Two thousand a night? Oh, my God, that’s like twenty four thousand for twelve days.”

  Cindy snickered. “You always were good at math, Tina. With room, food, drinks and condoms, it would be more like sixteen to seventeen hundred per night. Then of course, there’s the possibility some johns will just want to bang you for a thousand per hour and some nights might even be dry runs. Overall, I think we can count on going home with at least twelve thousand dollars each.”

  “Jesus, my pussy is gold plated. I’m in.”

  “Good.”

  “I know another girl who would like to be in. Is that all right?” Tina added.

  Cindy looked annoyed. “She has to be super hot.”

  Tina bounced up and down, apparently excited about her big news. “Is Jessica Ramirez hot enough?”

  I was so shocked, I blurted out. “The cheerleader captain?”

  Wearing a silly grin, Tina nodded earnestly. “The one and only.”

  “I thought she was engaged to Brad Childress, the hunky quarterback?” blurted Cindy, obviously, every bit as astounded as I was. “In fact, aren’t they getting married in two months?”

  Tina nodded again. “That’s right. Maybe she wants to go out with a bang or two!”

  The three of us laughed to tears. When we’d calmed down, Cindy agreed, “Yes she certainly is hot enough.“

  Cindy turned her head toward me and stared. “What about you. Helen?”

  “Sounds good, but I have a few more questions.”

  * * * *

  Someone rubbed my forehead. “April.” I opened my eyes and through hazy eyes saw Randy.

  “April, honey. Sorry it took me so long.”

  Then I heard another voice, “Boy Randy, you weren’t kidding, she is gorgeous, but I thought you said she was blond?”

  “No, I said she had blue eyes and blond highlights.”

  My gaze sought the source of the voice and a man stood there gawking at me. I was instantly terrified. I closed my legs and brought my knees up tight to block his gaze. My heart raced and I couldn’t catch my breath. In vain, I struggled with the cuffs while Randy continued to tenderly stroke my forehead. “Calm down sweetheart, nothing is going to happen to you. I’m here and I’m your protector.”

  I finally caught my breath and screamed, “What the fuck is he doing here?”

  The guy blanched. “Maybe I should leave.”

  “No, Bert, it’ll be all right. Go ahead and take your clothes off while I talk to April.”

  Bert started unbuttoning his shirt. There was nothing wrong with him. He was decent looking. Roughly thirty-five and probably like most of them, somebody’s husband.

  All of a sudden, Randy blocked my view when he straddled me. His hand roughly grabbed each side of face, while his lips crushed mine. His long tongue invaded my surprisingly receptive mouth, whipsawing every inch of my oral cavity. Then he pulled out, but still held my cheeks. He spoke clearly, but in soft tones, “Bert’s not going to hurt you. He’s going to fuck you. It’ll be just like Vegas, except I’ll be here to protect you. Okay.”

  “But?”

  He moved his hand over my mouth. “And when he’s done, I’ll take my cuffs and he and I will leave.”

  I was confused. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

  He shook his head. “Not this time, baby. It’s more important that Bert fuck you, this time. I’ll take my turn in your sweet pussy soon. All right?”

  I nodded.

  He double checked. “It’s okay for Bert to fuck you now?”

  “Yes.”

  By the time he got off me, Bert was undressed and playing with himself, just like Vegas.

  Chapter 2

  Wouldn’t you know it, ‘Dr, once-a-week’ came home an hour after they left and wanted to have sex. All I can say is, at least I got one good lay that day. While Bert banged away, Randy was right there acting like an attentive lover, kissing me, fondling and sucking on my nipples when he could. It was the closest I’d ever been to being with two men and it was fantastic. Nevertheless, I wondered what sex with Randy would be like as I recalled his king sized member.

  I couldn’t believe my line of reasoning. Here this breaking and entering rapist was gone, out of my life and I was disappointed I hadn’t heard from him for three days. I’m not stupid. I knew this was a bad man and yet, I felt drawn to him. Then again, I wasn’t exactly miss prim and proper. I’d whored in Vegas for two weeks and loved it. I didn’t exactly marry Herbie for love, either. Though, I’d yet to mess around on him, if you didn’t count that day with Randy and Bert, it was only a matter of time. I snickered. I hadn’t met anyone like Randy yet.

  God he was good at oral sex. No one ever made me feel that good eating my pussy. The closest was Cindy, after she talked me into trying it seven years ago. Randy could teach her a thing or two. Then again, remembering that time with Cindy, maybe not, she was very good, too.

  * * * *

  I couldn’t believe how good I felt. With my tongue engaged in Cindy’s sweet sassy, I gripped her smooth, slender hips and slithered my tongue deeper, lapping and reaming her smooth, slick, wet well. Shivering, I felt her respond in kind, licking at my naked pussy, and then flicking her tongue over my clit. Her soft fingers penetrated the protective folds of my ravenous recess and entered me. Gulping at the joy, my breath suddenly deserted me, and I cried out with delight, jerking backward, even as my vagina held fast against her fingers.

  With wanton desire, I tried to mimic her actions upon her snatch, and felt excited when she mewed out contentment. My finger teased Cindy’s swollen clit while her tongue drew swirling pleasure circles around mine. The titillating, honeyed burnt almond aroma of sex teased my nostrils drawing both my mind and face like a magnet. With my tongue and face buried in Cin’s damp channel, her lips seized my pleasure bud suckling it to new heights of ecstasy. Feeling a joy I’d never experienced before, I heard her half scream, half groan, as she exploded in bliss. Her heady fragrance, her slick feel, and her faint, tangy taste thrilled me, as I approached nirvana, and the outside world faded from my mind. Everything seemed to be in slow motion except my heart, which was beating crazily when I dizzied and qu
ivered to my best orgasm ever. My old boyfriend Joey had never done this for me, no one had.

  After regaining a semblance of composure, I slowly renewed my oral assault, determined to give my partner another orgasm, to prove my mettle as a lover. Cindy began panting, building to a momentous release, and with no warning, she ferociously twisted and turned while she screamed out her second climax.

  “Helen, ohhh sweetie, you did me good.”

  Within moments, Cindy was back to earth taking on the challenge of my climactic reprise. Her lips latched onto my clit, and rolled the engorged bud with her tongue, and then she began shaking her head aggressively, like a dog with a toy. Indescribable sensations rippled through my body, and I slowly lost control as the intensity built. Like a stellar crescendo, stars, meteorites, suns, comets, galaxies all zoomed past me, terminating in a blinding flash of light behind closed eyelids as the eruption grew into a colossal orgasmic explosion. It was my turn to react frenetically, jerking my body around erratically until the phenomenal feeling subsided.

  Lying upon Cindy totally spent, I realized the true wonder of girl sex, and how we could go on and on as long as we had strength to climax. The boys ram their shafts in, come, and it’s all over for them. Embracing my lover, I stroked her hair and kissed her neck as I lay beside her.

  “Jesus, Cin, you weren’t kidding. That was phenomenal. Thanks for talking me into that.”

  Cindy chortled. “You were pretty fucking good yourself. You’re a natural wonder. Between you and me, we’re going to knock ‘em dead in Sin City.” She sat up and leaned against the headboard, Cynthia Cummings, Highland High Homecoming Queen of 1998. Long blond hair, blue eyes and a darling shape, she was every young boys dream girl. “What were the other questions you had?”

  I sat against the headboard. “Well for starters I wondered why we would get rooms in one hotel and network in another?”

  “Cardinal rule, of women of the trade, is you don’t fuck where you stay. You go to his room and if he doesn’t have a room in that hotel, you make him get one?”

  “What if his room is in another hotel and that hotel is full?”

  Cindy frowned and scrunched her lips. “Hell, I don’t know. I’m as new at this as you. I guess then you can go to his hotel, but make sure one of us know where you’re going. All right?”

  I nodded. “I guess. You’re certain nothing can go wrong. What if we run into someone we know?”

  “Then we’re spending our spring break there, but don’t worry that’s not likely.”

  “Probably not, but I’m also worrying about afterward too. Some guy comes up to me fifteen years from now and says. ‘Hey, didn’t I fuck you in Vegas.’ It could be pretty embarrassing. Especially if I was married and my husband was with me.”

  “That’s a million to one, Helen. We have to use different names while we’re there. I can’t be Cynthia and you can’t be Helen. Got a name you like?”

  “Is April all right? It’s not particularly sexy, but I always liked it.”

  “Hey, I think it’s great. You could be April Showers. I’m going to be Angel…Angel Love.”

  I laughed. “I’ll admit you look like an angel, but if all the angels are like you, Heaven’s in trouble.”

  * * * *

  My ringing cell phone drew me away from my succulent reverie. I retrieved the phone from my Prada leather handbag and flipped open the cover. “Hello.”

  “Railroad Park on Scottsdale Road.”

  My breath escaped me. It was him. “What…what makes you think I’ll come?”

  “Because you’re a whore. Wear your red polka dot sundress and nothing else. I’m going to fuck you.”

  “Hello.” He hung up. In the back of my mind, I realized he’d gone through my closet, but I was too turned on to worry about it. The second he said he was going to fuck me, my pussy constricted, and juices started seeping from its walls. He didn’t give a time. He’s there, waiting. I rushed into my bedroom and shed everything in a frenzy. Naked, I pulled the requested red dress off the rod with care and slipped it on as if it was something to be revered. I wore only the dress as instructed and a pair of white Manolo sandals.

  It took me ten minutes to get there. After parking, I strode into the park. Since it happened to be a weekday morning there weren’t many visitors. Scanning the area, I spotted three mothers in the playground with toddlers, an elderly couple strolling, a young man on a bench with a computer and a man and woman jogger. My body felt electrified at the anticipation Randy’s huge prick inside me, but I didn’t see him. Then my phone rang. I fumbled the phone getting it out but caught it. “Hello?”

  “Look on the other side of the locomotive.”

  He hung up before I could say a word. I raced to the other side of the engine and there he stood, all in black, his back to me. I rushed to him and as I rounded him, I kissed him. The languorous, but passionate kiss was to die for. His silky tongue slipped through the crease between his lips and plundered my mouth. His hands were over me, kneading my breasts, squeezing my ass and feeling my sensitive areas through the dress. I was barely able to catch my breath when his hand slipped under the dress. I tensed as Randy’s clever fingers split my nether-lips apart, probing the edges of my needy vagina. The hot Arizona weather was miniscule compared to the heat this man engendered in me. Flashes of heat and erotic lust raced to my erogenous zones and I sensed a trickle of crème meandering down my leg.

  As I noticed his burgeoning cock through the thin dress, digging into my belly, he pulled away. He took my hand from around his neck and guided it down to the neck of his cock. I looked down. His cock, sticking out of his pants was rigid and pulsating. He gently pushed down on my shoulders. “I want you to suck me off.”

  I protested, “We’re in the open. There’s a path right there.” I nodded to my left. “Someone might see us.”

  “Two lovers getting carried away. No one will think much of it. Besides, I have a feeling you would enjoy being watched as much as I do.”

  He is right. Why does he seem to know me better than I do? I lowered to my knees. Luckily, it was grass instead of gravel. Maybe that was why he chose this location. I noticed, out of the side of my eye, a jogger come into view just as Randy’s silky cock entered my mouth. As I stroked him with hand and mouth. The jogger—a woman—jogged in place approximately fifty feet away. “That’s it, baby,” he purred and I shuddered from head to toe.

  Just as the elderly couple strolled up beside the jogger and gaped, Randy pulled out of my mouth, raised me up and turned me toward the locomotive. “Bend over,” he ordered. I placed my fingers and thumbs around a bar on the antique train as he spread my legs and lifted my dress up. Since they were now behind me, I couldn’t see the spectators anymore. A delightful pain engulfed me as Randy rammed his super sized instrument into me, making that sweet ache go away as every inch of his cock pummeled me.

  God, sex had never been like this for me and I felt myself getting wetter, felt my juices coat his cock as he slid in and out.

  “I love how your pussy sucks at my cock like a vacuum, how it feels as it tightens around me.”

  I reached down and behind me and fingered my swollen clit. Within a couple minutes, every nerve of my body seemed sensitized, primed for an exquisite climatic finish. His fingers slid to toy with the tight hole of my anus and my muscles clenched in anticipation. I was shocked at the dark lust that centered there, and when a finger intruded, my release began. Lifting my hips by standing on my toes to take him deeper, I groaned. As I did, his finger pressed deep into my ass, filling me with a burning need that demanded to be quenched.

  “Oh, God, I’m coming!” The sensations floated through my mind like debris in a tornado. A series of undulating waves of tickly, shivery pleasure strands followed. Building in my loins, the feeling spread outward, increasing in intensity, overpowering me. Rocking my ass from side to side, I clutched the train’s bar using it as leverage and pushed my blistering sex into his cock and finger even hard
er, deeper. I screamed my pleasure for everyone and then I noticed a new spectator to my orgasm—a security guard.

  He walked toward us. Randy pulled out of me and since he was still too big and hard to stuff in his pants, I stood in front of him.

  The guy, probably in his sixties wore a grin, which was a good sign. “All right, you had your fun. You better run along before I have you taken in for indecent exposure.”

  Randy apologized, “Yes, sir. Sorry, we kinda got carried away in the heat of the moment.”

  “So I see. All right no harm done.” He chuckled. “The Mrs. is going to get some special loving tonight and she won’t have a clue why.”

  We quickly strode toward the parking lot. The jogger started jogging again and couple continued their stroll. I wondered if they, too, had been turned on by what we did.

  Randy walked with me to my car. He kissed me impassively. “I’ll be in touch.” As he walked away, I called his name. When he turned, I said, “Don’t wait too long, I’m still wound up by what we did.”

  He smiled, then said, “Oh, I almost forget.” He walked back and reached for his wallet. He pulled two hundreds and a fifty out and handed it to me.

  “What’s this?”

  “Your share from Bert. Not bad for a half hour.”

  “He paid you to fuck me?”

  “He paid us and that’s just the beginning. Have you ever had sex with two men?”

  “No.”

  “Would you like to?”

  I should have said hell no and I never want to see you again, but the wicked part of me took over picturing two men fawning over and fucking me. Like somebody watching me, a ménage a trois was another fantasy of mine. “If you were one of the men.”

  “That could be arranged—at least the first time. I can tell you would love multiple partners. You are so beautiful you deserve the attention. Should I make arrangements for a threesome?”