My time with Randy, Part 6
Getting His `Point" Across
Of course, I wasn't going to turn down Randy's offer of coming up to his apartment for a nightcap. And I was sure I would be served more than a drink.
In his apartment, I sat on the enormous couch that took up a great portion of one wall in the great room in which he had held the party--well `part one' of the party anyway. Randy poured both of us drinks at the bar, came over and sat down next to me, our thighs touching. He handed me my drink then put his well-toned, muscular arm around my shoulders.
"You can stay the night if you wish," he said, looking into my eyes.
"Are you sure I won't be putting you out?" My words were polite nonsense, but my mind was saying `Yes! Yes! Yes!'
He answered by pulling me closer and kissing me passionately. My lips and tongue responded eagerly.
"We better put these down before we spill them." he said, taking the drink out of my hand and placing both glasses on the coffee table in front of us. He then kissed me again, gently pressing his muscular body against mine, forcing me down on to the couch. Our lips remained locked as we ground our bodies together. I could feel Randy's swollen cock pressing against me through his pants as we pressed against each other. He next stood and removed his clothing, baring his glistening black and amply muscled body, and freeing his awesome cock from the restraint of his pants. I was once again enraptured by his sheer physical beauty.
"How about shedding your things?" He asked, as he sat down next to me and rubbed my crotch.
I stood up, faced him eye to eye, and began to undress in a teasingly slow fashion. His eyes never left me. They kept roving up and down my body.
Once I was naked, "Come here," Randy said, " Don't sit. Just turn around."
I did as ordered. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer.
"Bend over," he demanded, "spread your legs and lean your hands on the coffee table." I complied willingly.
Randy then began to kiss and lick my butt cheeks, giving them a good going over. I in turn began pulling furiously at my sorrowfully unresponsive dick. Though my cock didn't react, the pleasurable urgency in my crotch intensified.
With both his hands keeping my cheeks spread, Randy began to rim the entrance of my joy hole, his tongue working furiously. His stiff tongue next lapped at then wetly forked its way through my love tunnel`s door. I moaned, as it probed into my yielding butt hole. He then reached between my legs and pulled my hand away from my cock, replacing it with his. He rubbed my flaccid manhood gently but firmly, as his tongue continued to torture my behind. Though my E.D. impaired dick remained immobile, arousal in my groin became so overwhelming that soon my legs became wobbly and my moaning rose a decibel.
"Take me, fuck me Randy, please," I begged, my voice hoarse with desire.
He got off the couch and faced me, his deliciously massive cock beckoning. "First prime my pump good, wet and hard, sugar." he said.
I sat down and quickly mouthed his manhood, licking, sucking, even trying to deep throat it. Spittle streamed down my lips on to my chest. Randy was just too big for even my well-used gullet to fully accept. I gagged intensely, pulling away to regain composure.
"Take it easy; don't get carried away, sport. You`ll ruin the moment" Randy said, then laughed, his enormous taut cock bobbed appealingly.
"I've got an idea," he said. He then bent over, placed one then the other of his hands under my arm pits, flexed, then lifted me off the couch as easily as one would hoist a light chair. He held me dangling before him, looked me up and down, then said, "I just love your bod."
Pulling me to him, he kissed me long and deeply, crushing me against his chest. I could feel his lengthy love pole slip between my legs. I was a helpless rag doll in this gorgeous ebony hunk's arms, and completely surrendered to him in my desire. I knew then that I was falling in love with him. I threw my arms around him, pressed myself harder against his chest and moaned and writhed as we continued kissing, our devouring mouths open, tongues lashing and dueling each other. I was but putty in his hands.
He then lifted me away slightly and turned me around easily with his arms, then pulled my back against his chest. I still dangled, his arms around me, my feet off the floor, powerless in his strong embrace. He positioned me so that I could feel his stiff yearning cock trapped between his abdomen and my butt cheeks. He then licked at my neck then nipped at my ear from behind. He was breathing heavily, and not from exertion.
"Can I fuck you like this, baby?" He whispered softly in my ear.
"With my feet off the ground, you mean?" I exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes doll, as corny as it sounds I want to really sweep you off your feet!"
He had called me "sugar," now "baby" and "doll"? At another time, another place, with another person, I might have been insulted. But here, now, with Randy like this, I loved these expressions of endearment and--I hoped--not ridicule.
I was as limp as a stuffed toy animal in his strong clutching arms, my heart pounding. "Yes, yes! Take me, darling," I replied, purposely interjecting an endearment of my own. I had submitted entirely. "Take me good and hard... Please!"
He held me slightly away and said, "Get me in."
I proceeded to spit on my hand a few times then reached back and coated his massive manliness. It was already sufficiently moist from my sucking. I guided it to my trapdoor, and he slowly pressed in--not all the way. If he tried to go all the way and began hammering me, I knew his cock could have wreaked painful havoc with my insides in the position he had me in. But so did he. And at this moment Randy was the only one really in control to prevent that happening.
He then began to fuck me slowly, gently in his standing position while supporting me against his chest with his massive arms. It was a totally new experience for me: held captive and dangling, helplessly but willingly, in two strong, manly arms, while being pounded from behind by a firm, lustful prong.
Randy ravaged me in the position he held me in. And soon enough, he came. I could feel his body shudder, and stiffen against me, as he groaned while his cock pulsed and passed packet after packet of his essence into my pleasure-primed pussy.
He then let me down on to the floor before the couch. I collapsed there gasping, seated with head and arms on the couch's cushions as Randy's discharged cum dribbled out of my love hole. He had gone off into the bedroom corridor, but came back shortly. He picked me up and carried me to one of the bedrooms.
"Come on, bitch. The evening is not over yet!" he said, as he laid me down on a bed. He then went off. And, I shortly heard water running in the shower as Randy washed himself. I was too beaten to join him, and began dozing off. Last thing I remembered before sleep overtook me was Randy coming on to the bed and cuddling spoon fashion against my back and butt, his arms around me.
Sometime during early morning, I was awakened by a prodding at my backside and my chest being rubbed. Clearing my sleep-deadened senses, I realized that Randy was literally up and at it again.
"Get ready, baby?" He whispered, as he purposefully rubbed his primed manhood against my butt.
As tired and weakened as I was from drowsiness, I couldn't resist. "Yes," I muttered sleepily.
"Yes what?"
In the state I was in all I could respond with was, "Huh?" But then I caught on. "Please Randy," I said.
"Please what?" He was insistent.
"Please fuck me... Please... Please..."
Randy then quickly launched himself off the bed, stood at its foot and look down at me as I lay there. In the moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains of the room, every shadowed ripple of his muscular body was outlined. He began to jack himself slowly while watching me. A trick of the moonlight shadowing made his erect organ seem much larger than it really was. He seemed to come to a decision while standing over me and knelt back on the bed. He then took a pillow and placed it under my butt, elevating it.
I lay there helpless, yielding to his every move. Randy then grabbed my legs, lifted and spread them. With both hands, he fit his cock slightly into my chute. He then placed my legs on his wide shoulders and returned to slowly guide his manhood deeper into my awaiting manhole. He then proceeded to play my helpless body like it was an musical instrument until I became a totally surrendered piece of noisy, yielding flesh. His hands moved about my body, as he thrust his pelvis rhythmically while he rubbed and pulled at my crotch, or plucked my lust-distended nipples, or slapped my thighs, or gently jammed his fingers into my sucking mouth. He then would repeat his hand play while not missing a steady controlled beat in his penetration of my love chute.
Each of Randy's actions forced various animal sounds from me, the particular chords of each having their own special tone. In the dim moonlight, I could see maestro Randy's eyes steadily locked on to mine, as he worked me through his primal concerto. Finally, he stiffened, moaned, and once again filled my well-used love chute. He then collapsed next to me. And we both went quickly to sleep.
Came the morning, Randy still wasn't through with me. As I was showering before leaving his apartment, he abruptly stepped into the shower, naked of course. Without the water being turned off, he pressed me by my shoulders to my knees and gave me a good face fucking. He held my head firmly and still while he ramrodded my waiting gullet. He was amazing; he simply WAS a fucking machine. He discharged another heavy load, and I swallowed willingly.
Looking back over time at that night with Randy and subsequent events at W.T.'s affair, I came to realize that Randy wasn't being carried away, or cruel, but was expressing his manly dominance over me--conditioning me for the role of slave I would play at the coming party and possibly more. Again in retrospect, he must have seen how I had mastered Red with the strap-on dildo during the party in his apartment. Randy sought to break me of what he rightly suspected was my manipulative, controlling spirit. He had to render me utterly and always submissive to the demands he would make of me.
In his effort to humble and break me Randy succeeded, by getting his point across in more ways than one: He was dominant... He was boss; I was bitch and meant to stay that way with him...
Continued in Part 7...
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