Duane Daum

by Dee

  “That feels so good,” he murmured as he stood straight and thrust deep, but not deep enough for his pubis to hit my clit. I moaned, slapping my hands against the bed, desperate now for release. Any relief.

  I sighed in answer, lifting my hips and matching his slow rhythm.

  “Want it harder, sweet?” he purred, pulling almost out.

  “Yes,” I hissed, then cried out when he slammed into me hard, scooting me across the bed.

  Gripping my hips, he held me as he continued to pummel my pussy, his balls slapping against my ass in a pounding rhythm that sent me soaring out of control. Every nerve ending in my body screamed with release and pleasure as my pussy gripped his cock, holding tight as I rode out the waves of my orgasm.

  Randy groaned along with me, his head thrown back as a strangled cry left his throat to mingle with my own sighs of pleasure.

  * * * *

  The next morning, I thought Herbie was mad at me because he didn’t say a word to me before he headed to the hospital early in the morning. However, after making his rounds, he called me. “I had a good time last night. Why don’t you have Randy come again next Tuesday? I couldn’t believe Herbie had a good time watching Randy fuck the hell out of me.

  When I told Randy a couple hours later, he didn’t act surprised.

  Later that day he called me. “Remember when I told you about the themed parties?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, I have one set up for two this afternoon. It’s three johns, is that all right?”

  “As long as their all paying.”

  “Fifteen hundred each. They might get a little rough with you, but I’ll be there watching out for you.”

  “What’s the theme? What kind of rough.”

  “It’s kind of funny. They want to fuck ‘The Man.’ In your case ‘The Woman.’ I picked up a policeman costume and a lone ranger type mask. They’ll want to cuff you with your cuffs and use your baton on you like a vibrator, things like that.”

  “Where at?”

  “Room 210, Hampton Inn, Scottsdale Road and Mountain View. Come fifteen or twenty minutes early so we can get you into the costume.”

  Randy’s dirty mind seemed to be working in overdrive. That week he arranged three more sexy themed parties.

  One I dressed like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and three johns, made up to look like Scarecrow, Tin Man and the Cowardly Lion, fucked me.

  I joked with Randy. “You keep getting me parts like this, I’ll have to join the Screen Actors Guild.”

  The next day broke new ground for me, when I fucked four guys on a pool table in a closed off, back room of a bar. At first, I was apprehensive, but I really warmed up in more ways than one.

  When I told Randy I liked it, he said, “We’ll do it again. Is there a maximum on the number of johns.”

  “Let’s cap it at five for now, all right?”

  Randy looked at me and said, “You’re the boss.”

  I rolled my eyes and said, “Yeah right.”

  I was having the time of my life playing out these rolls and getting laid to boot. For my next part, Randy somehow got a gynecologist chair and had me dress up as a nurse. I lost count of how many dicks pleased me on that one. Randy said five, but it seemed like more.

  When Tuesday came Randy said we had to cancel our get together with Herbie, because Prince Salam’s brother was visiting and he had to have me for fifteen grand.

  When I said absolutely, he said great, and asked if I could handle it alone because he had to be somewhere else for an hour or two. Since the Prince had been very nice when we were with him, I said sure.

  * * * *

  I stood at the door waiting for it to open. It opened about a foot and he said, “It’s you. Didn’t Helen tell you we had to cancel tonight? She had an important meeting with some sultan to raise money for her charity.”

  Charity indeed. My mind laughed at the explanation she’d given for her absence. “No, Herb, I’m sorry. Have Helen call me if she wants to reschedule.”

  “Hell, as long as you’re here, c’mon in and have a beer.”

  I looked up the street. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I’m sure. I have Samuel Adams, Fosters and Dos Equis. What’ll you have?”

  I stepped in the open door. “Well, I’m in kind of a down under mood.”

  He smiled. “Fosters it is. I’ll have the same. Have a seat in the living room.” Nodding to the adjacent room. “I’ll be right back.

  I went in and sat on the couch. Herb brought two bottles and two glasses and set his glass and bottle down on the end table beside the matching loveseat. He then handed the other glass and bottle to me. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “You know Herb. Can I call you Herb?”

  “Of course.”

  “Under the circumstances, I didn’t think you’d ever want to see me again.”

  He smiled. “It is a little wild, sitting down and having a beer with the guy who boffed my wife. I must say that was impressive. You gave my wife four orgasms. I could never do that. On a good day, I’d be lucky to give her one. And the way she got into it with you. I never knew she was so sexual. I’m in awe and a little bit jealous.” He sighed. “Ah, but we are what we are.”

  “Yes we are.”

  “You know I’m kind of glad Helen isn’t here. It gives us a chance to talk. Tell me, your penis, is it natural?” Herb laughed. “I kept wanting to get a better look at it, but it was always buried in Helen’s vagina or her mouth.”

  “Yes, it’s what I was born with. Would you like to see it?’

  “May I?”

  “Sure.” I rose, walked over to Herb and pulled down my pants.

  “My, even soft it’s impressive.”

  “Go ahead. You can touch it.”

  He touched it gently with his forefinger and moved it along my shaft. Then he ran all four fingers along the length. It started to grow and as it did his thumb joined it’s brothers and stroked me to hardness. He looked up at me an unspoken question in his eyes. “Go ahead. You can suck on it.”

  * * * *

  The next morning Randy called me and asked to meet, so we met at Coco’s for breakfast.

  Randy slid over in the booth so close our thighs touched and took my hand. “How did it go last night?

  “It was the most enjoyable fifteen thousand I ever made.”

  “We ever made.”

  “Yes of course. Anyway, all Salam did was eat my pussy and bugger me like last time. I went 69 with his brother Rahad and then he fucked me. Afterward it seemed like they both spent an hour examining and fondling me. You know Randy, I’ve been thinking. I don’t want to stop, because I love the excitement of strangers, but I think I should slow down.”

  Randy chortled. “That’s funny. You took the words out of my mouth.”

  He pulled an envelope from his pocket and handed it to me. “What’s this?”

  “Your divorce if you want it.”

  I opened the flap and thumbed through it and saw several photos of a faceless man buggering Herbie and pictures of Herbie sucking on an oversized dick that looked very familiar. “How did you—”

  “It doesn’t matter. Don’t expect me to say I love you, but if you do get a divorce, I’d like you to move in with me. I must be changing because all these guys having you are starting to bother me. Except for special lucrative deals like the Prince, I’ll only set up a party for you twice a month.”

  I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. I was so happy I said, “Well I can say it. I love you, you rogue.”

  Like a shy little boy, he dipped his head forward and furrowed his brow and said sotto voce, “Yes, well I’m very fond of you.” Then he sat up and in his no nonsense baritone, “And no more eight guys at a time.”

  My brows dipped even as my eyes grew. “What are you talking about?”

  “The gyno chair. I didn’t have the heart to tell you. There were eight guys there.”

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�Wow. I thought so. I agree. Five guys max. Now do you think I could move in with you before the divorce is final?”

  “I don’t know. Ask your lawyer. I would like you do me a favor though.”

  * * * *

  “Oh God, Helen. That feels so fucking good. Oh Jesus, here I come, oh sweets, It’s a fucking planetary collision.”

  Cindy arched her back so much I thought it might snap. Her hips rose and she pushed her clit greedily into my mouth as she screamed her bliss. As I pushed fingers in and out of her saucy snatch and teased the hard, pink nipples of her beautiful, perfect breasts, she racked her body thrashing back and forth, as much as her fur lined cuffs would permit.

  Exhausted, she sighed and went limp. I rose up and smiled at her. She smiled back. I studied her. Yes, I was beautiful, but Cindy was perfection, blonde haired, blue eyed, goddess like perfection. I nodded. Yes, she will bring the big bucks.

  “Wow, that was something. I haven’t had an orgasm like that for…well, in a long time. I’m shaking. Can you see my come-shudders?”

  I smiled, sat down on the bed next to her and stroked her beautiful hair. “Yes, I believe I can.”

  “We should do that more often.”

  I felt her. She was shaking. “We should and now that I’m going to be single, we will.” I leaned over and after kissing her on the lips. I rose and started walking to the door.

  “Wait, aren’t you going to take the handcuffs off? Why did you put these on anyway?”

  “For effect, I’ll take them off when the lesson is over.”

  “Lesson, what are you talking about? What lesson?”

  I continued to the door. “The lesson of life. That there are sometimes consequences for what we do.” I opened the door and pulled in Randy, naked and ready for our blonde goddess. “This is my consequence.”

  She looked at him wild eyed. “You!”

  “Hello, love. Or should I say Angel?”

  She started thrashing as if she were having a second climax. “No, no, please no! That was seven years ago.”

  Randy climbed on the bed and held her steady as his entered her. She gasped as he shoved his magnificent ten inches inside her and moved in and out of her, she calmed. She whimpered and began helping him, moving with and into him. Then her moans began. “Oh, yes, Randy, I remember now. How good you made me feel.”

  I didn’t think she’d hear me, but I said it anyway. “And for better or worse, he’s your consequence, too!”

  The End

  To be continued in Consequences – Angel Love