“You’re going to sleep with me tonight.”
The words were raging like a wildfire through Mandy’s brain.
It had been more than an hour since he had left the coffee shop, his parting statement crashing against her like a provocative, un-welcome declaration. She couldn’t stop replaying it though, his smooth, refined voice consuming her. Her 5am shift as a coffee shop barista was not a mentally taxing one, but she was having a difficult time staying focused on anything, let alone work.
Mandy’s workday had started bright and early like any other. She punched in on time to take her routine spot behind the counter; cheerfully greeting morning commuters, remembering the familiar faces while serving, cashiering and helping her coworkers with the myriad of hot, cold, blended and packaged beverages. It was often fast paced work, with grueling hours on her feet, but the schedule allowed her to make time for homework ahead of her evening online classes.
Overall, Mandy’s job was working out fine, although she wished for more free time, even time with her on-again, off-again boyfriend. But that was the plight of any college kid who had to work on the side, she told herself. Mandy’s parents provided what financial support they could, but as the oldest of four siblings, there was only so much to go around so she needed the additional income to cover her rent. The issue of paying down student loans was a future mountain to climb, one that she blocked out of her mind in the present. In that context, she was a diligent young woman who was well-received when she spoke up, but was usually content to keep her head down and get the work done. She considered herself private, although others thought her shy. Most days, she just felt over-committed; to school, to work, and to life.
She recognized him as soon as he entered the shop this morning. He was one of those regular customers who came in often enough to be familiar, but not enough to know by name. He was older, and handsome… very handsome, Mandy thought, and was happy to greet him as he ordered a large latte. His jeans and sports coat mirrored his usual attire.
Unlike past mornings he made intentional, extended eye contact, his dark brown eyes lingering as he smiled, and used her name as he swiped his card for payment. “Thanks Mandy. It’s nice to see you again.” Mandy felt flattered, as if he had picked her out of the entire world to flirt with her this morning.
She smiled and asked what name to put on his order. “Randall…just Randall,” he answered. She thought it odd that he answered that way; it’s not like they needed his full name for a beverage order, but she grinned back to him saying, “Well, ok then, JUST Randall, we’ll have that right out for you.” Then she wrote Just Randall using her best penmanship on the paper cup and passed it over to the coworker assigned that task this particular morning.
As she moved to greet the next customer she took every opportunity to look over his way, make eye contact and smile, which he reciprocated each time while he waited at the other end of the counter. Even though she was back ON at this point with her boyfriend, it felt good to be noticed by a nice looking man, especially one so polite and polished. Truth be told, she thought it was fun.
His latte was soon ready and her coworker called out the name on the cup, signaling the end of their flirty exchange across the shop. Mandy had just finished with the last customer in line as he picked up his beverage, read the “Just Randall” written on the side and veered her direction instead of walking to the exit. Grinning confidently, he leaned in across the counter, looked into Mandy’s eyes, and spoke the words that she could not get out of head… “You’re going to sleep with me tonight.”
Then he turned and left.
Mandy was stunned. If he had still been standing in front of her she might have considered slapping him. Instead, she watched him exit the coffee shop and walk to his car, never looking back.
Despite being silently offended and overwhelmed, Mandy did her best to keep focused on her job. Fortunately, no one had noticed their exchange, nor how frazzled she felt inside. Perhaps it was a good thing that her job did not require too much mental concentration after all.
Before long, it was almost time for the lunch rush to start, and Mandy had finally begun to settle back into the normal cadence of any barista; Which is to smile, be friendly, listen carefully and work efficiently. But at 11:15, when Randall walked in the door again, she froze, adrenaline rushing through her body. She was not afraid… she did not feel threatened… but nonetheless she was still paralyzed as she watched him approach.
He walked straight to her at the counter, his confident smile still displayed, a white envelope in his hand. “Hi Mandy. I might have offered a better explanation for myself earlier this morning. I brought you this to help explain it all. You can read it whenever you have a minute.” Then as swiftly as he had arrived he was gone again.
The entire exchange took less than 30 seconds. Only one coworker even noticed and asked, “What was that about?” Mandy tried to act naturally and hide her embarrassment, “Oh, nothing. He’s a regular customer who wanted to give me a coupon to the other coffee shop he frequents. Weird…” She shrugged in a “whatever” sort of way to dismiss the conversation as she folded the envelope and slipped it into her back pocket.
Right After lunch she took a break as soon as possible and hurried to the ladies room where she locked a stall and opened the envelope to learn its contents. Inside was an oversized white card, with a printed invitation on one side.
You are Cordially Invited to a Private Tryst
At the Residence of
Randall (Just Randall)
This Evening, 5PM
At Which your Expectations will be Surpassed
and your Wildest Fantasies
will Seem Simplistic in the Future
Formal Attire Required
RSVP via text (YES or NO)
To 512-867-5309
On the back side was printed an address, 5000 West Ave, 42nd Floor.
She took a deep breath and sat on the toilet, her jeans still pulled up, staring at the inside of the stall door. “What in the hell is happening?” was all that she could think. She was mystified why a man she barely knew was making such a provocative and completely inappropriate advance, no matter how polite or attractive he was. And why her? Before today, She had never been any more than cordial to him. Why on earth was he singling her out, and why today? All these questions and more filled her mind as she left the ladies room and went back to work.
The afternoon was miserable. She could barely move through the motions of working, lost in thought about the man named Randall, the illicit invitation in her pocket and the words he spoke to her at the start of the day. As 3PM approached she was anxious to clock out and get away, but before the top of the hour, Randall again entered the coffee shop and walked directly to Mandy, another envelope in his hand.
“I thought I would bring you this, to give you a little sneak peek. I think you’ll like it.” Then as he turned to leave, he looked back and said, this time more quietly, “You might want to open that in private.” After that, the mysterious Randall was gone again.
Mandy stood motionless, holding the second envelope, unsure how to react. This time her coworker noticed the odd situation and asked, “Are you OK, Mandy?”
“Its nothing,” she answered. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you anyway.” She slipped it into her pocket with the other envelope. The fact that she was not personal friends with any of her coworkers made it easy to keep personal topics, which this definitely qualified as, to herself.
At 2:58PM Mandy punched out, gathered her purse and jacket then headed out to her car. She was breathing heavy, her heart racing as she sat behind the wheel, locked the car door and opened envelope number two. Inside was a Polaroid type photograph with the words “Thinking of you” hand written across the bottom border. The photograph was a close-up taken of the edge of a clear glass tabletop, a light beige carpet or rug underneath. On the glass were several small puddles of milky white liquid. She knew immediately that she was looking at Randall’s semen. He’d brought her a cum shot.
By the time Mandy reached her apartment, she was furious. “What pervert drops a picture like that on a total stranger,” she thought. “I should call the cops.” Although deep down she knew she had no intention of actually doing so. She tossed the two envelopes on her kitchen table and took a beer from the refrigerator. This would normally be study time before class, but she needed to cool off and somehow clear her head. She took a gulp of her beer and went to her turntable to see if some spinning vinyl could provide her with some needed therapy at this moment. She chose a classic, The Eagles Hotel California, thinking the easy and familiar lyrics would take her mind off her present situation.
It did not.
Listening made her think of her boyfriend, Derek, who had introduced her to the enjoyment of classic vinyl albums and helped her start her small but growing collection. While mostly dedicated and attentive as the man in her life, Derek was far from being a skilled lover. On the limited occasions he was actually interested in sex, his approach was blatantly self oriented and oblivious to Mandy’s needs. She believed he simply didn’t know any better and she was not up for the investment of coaching him. Most times she would masturbate after he returned to his apartment or once he fell asleep on those nights he stayed over.
Mandy went to the table, opened both envelopes and placed the contents out before her. Her eyes went instinctively to the photo. Here at her apartment, in private, she was aroused to think that Randall had not only cum on a table, but took the time and effort to document his results for her. She wondered if what she saw was a large or small amount of semen. At just 23 years of age, her experience with male ejaculation had been mostly inside a condom, or on limited occasions inside her vagina or even fewer times in her mouth. She had certainly never watched a man cum like that. While she still thought it was inappropriate, The photograph was both erotic and mysterious.
She reread the invitation, and felt a warmth growing between her legs.
“Clever,” she thought. But was his talk of surpassing expectations just overconfident bravado? Or would a man of his age and presumed experience offer an intimate experience that would be different? “If Derek is my standard, that is a pretty low bar to beat,” she concluded.
She turned it over to look again at the address. It didn’t tell her anything useful but it was easy enough to type it into her phone. Her map showed that It was a high rise building downtown. Mandy didn’t know downtown that well but understood there were some exclusive and expensive condos in that area. “It’s a safe part of town,” she thought.
While Mandy was young, she was still self-aware for her age. It was at that moment that she knew that her instincts, or her desires, were telling her to go… to meet with Randall.. to find what experience waited for her. It was almost 4PM, which meant she had only an hour to shower, pick an outfit and get to 5000 West Ave on time. She would not let herself be late.
She typed the numbers into her phone and texted one word: YES.
There was no reply, which was fine with her. It did not change what she needed to do next.
Showering took her all of ten minutes since she did not have time to wash her hair. Under these circumstances, she’d have liked to take a moment to envision what was to come and pleasure herself, given the growing anticipation inside her. But time was short and besides, the desire that she was feeling was a welcome change. Mandy realized she hadn’t been this horny in ages.
Choosing an outfit was a harder task as twenty-something college students don’t exactly own a wardrobe flush with formal attire. After her fifth choice failed to pass the mirror test, she remembered that she had stashed her simple, little black dress in her hall closet following last New Year’s Eve. She had planned to take it to the dry cleaners but never followed through. A quick inspection revealed no aged champagne or food stains and that it only needed a quick iron to have it in presentable condition.
She accessorized with an understated, mother-of-pearl necklace, basic black heels and a gold bangle bracelet, then stood before the mirror to evaluate her finished product.
At twenty-three, Mandy had entered the brief, yet wondrous stage between late teen bone growth and womanly expansion. She was subtly curvy, her hips teasing slightly from underneath her dress. She was a pretty girl, she had no doubt. She was not big chested, though her breasts were perfectly proportioned to the rest of her fit body. Now barely contained behind her low cut dress, her tits made the impression of a more buxom woman. Her blemish free, slightly tanned skin gave off a girl next door aura. She applied dark pink lipstick as the final ingredient and she was ready. But now that time to leave was nearing, Mandy was increasingly nervous.
Mapping her destination on her phone, she arrived at the destination precisely on time. A parking valet approached her vehicle as she stepped out and said, to her “Good evening, You must be Mandy. Randall said you would be here at five. I’ll take your vehicle for you. Have a good evening!” Mandy pretended that it was just an everyday greeting but even this small amount of personal knowledge about her did not help to relax her.
She entered the lobby, sought out then made her way toward the elevator, avoiding eye contact with the security guard standing behind a sleek marble counter. The chrome and glass design and ultra-high ceiling told her this was indeed an exclusive residential tower. The guard stepped in front of her, interrupting her plan. “Excuse me. May I ask who you’re here to see?”
Mandy stood tall and answered as confident as she could, face to face with him. “I’m going to see Randall. On forty two.”
“Oh.” His demeanor softened. “You’ll want to take the private elevator over here.” He led her through an inconspicuous door off the side of the lobby to another room where three additional elevators were lined up along one side. The small numbers above the last set of brass doors read 42. He pressed the button, then the doors immediately slid open as Mandy took a deep breath and stepped inside.
Two minutes and four thousand feet later, the elevator doors silently opened. Mandy hesitated at first, then stepped into a formal entry hallway. Around her, marble floors supported a few, contemporary furnishings along with an oversized, chrome sculpture of a man and woman in a passionate embrace. She looked to her right, toward an open living space and saw Randall waiting for her, wearing a basic black tux, a glass of champagne in each hand.
“Thank you for coming, Mandy. I’m so happy you accepted my invitation. You look wonderful,” he said enthusiastically. Randall’s confident demeanor was now warm and almost comforting, as if he recognized how nervous she felt. “Please, come and sit down in here. Let’s relax and have a drink.” She followed him to an oversized leather sectional sofa. “Here’s some champagne, or would you like something different?”
Mandy sat a couple of feet away from him and took the glass. “No. Champagne is great, thank you.” She took a gulp, inhaled a deep breath and sat back on the sofa. The comfortable surroundings were helping to calm her nerves, which boosted her confidence enough to ask the one question she had been dying to ask all day. “Randall, I need to understand what this is all about. Why are you doing this? And why me?”
He smiled and sat back on the sofa as well. “I’m glad you asked those questions first. I owe you an explanation and will answer all them. We can sit here and talk as long as you like, and if you aren’t comfortable with anything I say, or anything at all, at anytime, I’d like you to say goodbye and leave. Is that a deal?”
Mandy sat straight, and answered assertively, “Yes. That’s exactly how I see it.”
“Ok then.” Randall took in a deep breath himself, as if ready to tell a long story. “You may not know this about me, but I’m the founder and CEO of a large and successful software company. It has placed me at the center of a complex and stressful professional life, which while very lucrative financially, leaves no time for family or relationships. I’m deeply committed to my company and its future, and have chosen a life without permanent female partners, girlfriends or a spouse. That said, I still enjoy and seek out intimacy, and exploring the boundaries of physical pleasure between a man and woman.” He paused to take a drink of his champagne. Mandy was certain he intended for that last sentence to sink in.
“I’ve been attracted to you since the first time I came into your coffee shop many months ago. I was on the way to a meeting. There’s not anything specific I can point to as to why, but I’ve occasionally been driving up to your part of town ever since just to get a glimpse and hear you say good morning, thinking someday I would find a way to ask you to come here. As for today? the invitation and the photo? Honestly, I was making it up as I went along. I’m busy seven days a week, and have to be efficient and direct in everything I do. If my approach was too much or offensive to you, I apologize.” He paused to watch for her response to this.
“I thought it was clever,” Mandy replied, as she tried unsuccessfully to hide her smile.
“Also, you did text me YES. So I suppose that says something too.” They both chuckled, warming the mood further.
They chatted openly for the next hour. Mandy talked about her college course work and the constant balance between academics and working, along with the limited time available for Derek. She noted Randall’s attention perk up as she mentioned her boyfriend, so she went out of her way to describe it as not being a serious relationship, albeit without discussing Derek’s deficiencies in the bedroom. For his part, Randall described to some detail his business activities, which went way over Mandy’s head as a journalism student, but she followed along as best she could. From her view, Randall seemed an ethical and conscientious executive, who tried to do right by people while balancing the vast interests of his company. It sounded exhausting to her, and made her feel special that he was committing this much of his obviously precious time to her.
After their third glass of champagne, Randall subtly changed the direction of the conversation. “I’d like to show you something, Mandy. Follow me over here.” He walked down a short hallway with a door to each side and a third one at the end. Mandy followed and watched as Randall turned the door handle at the end of the hallway but did not push the door open.
“Come in front of me. Its OK.” Randall stepped to the side to allow Mandy to open the door and walk in.
She entered a dimly lit room the size of a large bedroom. Warm tones of paint and wallpaper gave it a cozy, yet mysterious vibe. To one end was an elaborate poster canopy bed, which made her think bedroom to begin with. But there was more before her that she was uncertain about. In the opposite corner, a swing-like set of straps hung from the ceiling. A fabric-covered, elongated ottoman looking furniture piece was next to another wall, but instead of a flat surface, its sloped top went downward in undulating curves. She walked to a large glass table where she saw a myriad of sex toys, restraints, handcuffs, and things she wasn’t even sure what they were. Seeing all of this, she realized that Randall had brought her to an elaborate sex room.
Mandy turned to face him. He was still standing in the doorway, smiling and obviously pleased with the situation. “This is all way over my head, Randall. I… I… don’t even know what half of this stuff is for. I’m not sure I’m the right girl for you,” was her immediate reaction.
“Let’s talk about what’s actually here for a minute. If you’re still uncomfortable, then the earlier plan for you to simply leave still stands. Mandy, I don’t want you here if you don’t want to be. I promise you that.” Randall moved beside her and put his hand gently around her waist.
They walked around the room as he described, in tantalizing detail, the toys and accessories with which she was not familiar. He described the sex swing, and where the woman’s butt should rest to be at the exact height for her man. He showed her the various types of wrist, angle, leg and neck restraints, the spreader bar, how they worked. She agreed to try a couple of them on to confirm his assertion that they would not create any painful marks or injuries. He described the Kama Sutra chair that she had assumed was an ottoman.
Like earlier, Randall’s calming demeanor was a constant presence, not only relaxing Mandy but allowing her to mentally process everything she was seeing at her own pace. While she still knew that all of it was way beyond her sexual experience, she was more than intrigued. By the time they had made their way around the room, she felt her pulse quickening, a warm tingle between her legs, and she wanted to know… to experience… at least some of what her new friend Randall was offering.
Mandy turned to face him. “Show me. Tell me what to do.”
Randall responded by taking her in his arms and pressing his lips to hers. His breath was hot, his kiss firm and assertive, and Mandy wrapped her arms around his torso and pulled herself tight against him as their mouths combined.
“Let’s start with this,” he said. From a small cabinet to the side of the glass table he retrieved a gift-wrapped package. “Here, I bought you this to wear in the event you decided to stay. There’s a bathroom right outside in the hallway on the left.” Mandy took the package, which was elegantly wrapped, and made her way to the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
Inside, her first action was to stare at herself in the mirror. In one corner of her mind she was screaming stop… get the hell out of there. But the strongest voice in her subconscious was committed and ready to give herself to the man named Randall, whatever that meant.
She opened the wrapped package and found what she thought was a pair of black lace and fishnet pantyhose, but closer inspection revealed much more material and angles to the garment that didn’t make sense to her. Then she saw the tag attached to it with a picture of a buxom woman wearing a long sleeve, full length body stocking, with cutouts for the crotch and one for each breast. “OK then, Mister Randall. Nothing subtle about you, sir,” she whispered to herself.
It took her a few minutes to figure out and maneuver herself into the garment. It fit her perfectly, although the sensation of her private parts being exposed while the rest of her was clothed felt strange. She folded and stacked her clothes and jewelry on a shelf in the bathroom and stepped back to look at herself in the mirror. Her attention was drawn to her exposed light brown patch of pubic hair surrounded by the circular seam of the stocking. The design screamed, Here! Look at my crotch!
“I look like a Porn Actress,” she thought.
She checked the mirror up close to confirm that her lipstick was still acceptable then exited the bathroom. The door to the room was closed again, but she didn’t hesitate to open it and walk in. Randall was standing near the bed, barefoot, shirtless and wearing dark, tight pants, his crotch exposed like hers.
He turned to face her, his manhood hanging flaccid between his thighs. His physic was that of a mature but athletic man, who clearly took regular time for fitness and workouts. He had broad rounded shoulders, a firm muscular chest and subtle washboard abs. The hair around his cock was shaved, accentuating everything she saw.
“You look incredible, Mandy. I’ve fantasized about how you’d look if I ever convinced you to come here, but I never dreamed you’d be so alluring, my dear.” He walked to her and took her in his arms again, a deeper kiss than before, his mouth open, Mandy responding in similar fashion. Her hands slid behind him and down to his butt, which was also open and exposed in the back. She felt the firmness of his glutes, ran her finger down the crack then squeezed his butt cheeks with both hands. She may not have this level of sexual experience but her instincts were alive and well, and so far, guiding her confidently.
“Tell me what to do,” Mandy repeated her earlier comment.
The statement was two fold, although she didn’t completely realize it at that moment. Mandy wasn’t knowledgeable enough about the use of all these accessories to understand much and needed some level of instruction. While not completely innocent, in a literal sense, she’d never done more than casually observe episodes of porn that involved any of this. But more importantly, and rooted deeper in her subconscious, she wanted to be led, perhaps even controlled by Randall. She was ready, at least here and now, to become his sexual possession.
“Lie down on the bed… on your stomach, Mandy.” She complied, making silent eye contact with Randall as she walked past him, his warm, comforting gaze now gone, replaced by a blank, piercing stare.
As Mandy lie down, he pushed her ankles outward toward the edges of the bed, along with her hands. He then secured a cuff to each of her limbs. In a matter of just seconds, she was bound to his bed, completely captive and at his mercy. Randall leaned in and whispered in her ear, “You have to choose a safe word, Mandy. Its what you should say to me if you want me to stop. You need to know it by heart, and remember it easily. You might be under stress when you want to call it out, so make it something you can be assured of knowing.”
A chill ran up Mandy’s back and she felt her scalp tingle from the tension. The reality of what she was doing was suddenly upon her and a rush of fear gripped her entire body. “I… uh….uh…,” she struggled to name something under the sudden pressure. “Just Randall!” She said loudly. “My safe word is Just Randall”.
“No. It can’t be anything with my name. That’s a basic rule of safe words, dear. Choose something else.” Mandy tried to concentrate, adrenaline pulsing through her body. Randall waited silently.
“OK…,” she said. “Journalist. My safe word is journalist.” It was the only thing she could come up with, but was confident she’d be able to call it up. It calmed her nerves, albeit slightly. “Perfect, then,” Randall answered. “I think you are ready.”
Next, Randall put a soft strip of black cloth across her eyes to form a blindfold, tying it snugly behind her head. Mandy felt even more vulnerable now, unable to see where he was or what he was doing. Minutes passed as she heard him breathing, moving around the room, she thought near the table that held all the various toys.
She recognized his weight on the bed to one side of her, and felt his breath on her upper back, between her shoulder blades. Then the warm air, hot and long between breaths, travelled down her spine, to the top of her butt, and down to the gap between her thighs. Then a warm wet sensation, as she felt his tongue probing toward her ass and her pussy. His face then pressed against her butt, allowing his mouth deeper access, his tongue now lapping against her vagina. Mandy opened her legs to the extent she could, and lifted her ass to him, offering herself up. Randall responded by slapping her ass, which caused her to yell, given the suddenness.
“I didn’t tell you to do that, Mandy. You will do what I tell you, and only what I tell you. Understand?”
“OK,” She answered meekly, feeling more like a scolded child than the lustful young woman she had been earlier.
Then she felt Randall’s hand between her legs, his fingers touching her pussy. She resisted the urge to spread herself, to give him more of her. His fingers, it seemed like all of them, were touching, rubbing and pressing against all corners of her womanhood. It was all so erotic, yet so different to experience this way. He stopped for a moment, then a cold sensation on her butt, down her crack, and then to her ass and vagina. She thought he was dripping lube onto her, which was confirmed as his hands returned to touching her, but feeling now more like a continuous, smooth motion all over her ass and crotch. Her breathing froze as his finger, or fingers, she wasn’t sure how many, penetrated her.
Mandy was growing more aroused as Randall slid his fingers in and out of her and caressed her labia. The lube he’d applied was mixing with her own natural lubricant, and she could hear the wet sounds coming from her backside as he probed deeper and harder. Without stopping the attention on her pussy, She felt him massage her rectum, lubricated but untouched to this point.
His finger pressed against her ass, massaging firmly, gradually working into her opening. Randall’s other hand still finger fucking her, she felt her ass tighten around him as he penetrated her asshole. He established a rhythm, alternating between her two openings, penetrating each harder and faster, her body accepting and absorbing it all.
Then without warning he stopped. “You like that, huh? You like my fingers inside you, Mandy?” Randall asked. Mandy nodded from behind her blindfold. “Mm hmm.”
Randall left the bed, she could tell from the shift of the mattress. He was quiet for what seemed like a long time, although time was difficult to judge from her current situation. As he returned, she felt a cool firm sensation across both of her buttocks. “Do you feel that Mandy?, he said. Then, before she could answer, a loud crack as whatever the object was smacked loudly against her ass. Mandy screamed. It startled her more than it hurt, she realized. He spanked her again, harder this time. She cried out again. She thought about her safe word, but tucked the thought away. Despite the pain, she welcomed the impact, wanted to submit to him in some primal way she didn’t really understand.
Mandy’s butt grew numb, as Randall continued to spank her, taunting her with questions; do you like that Mandy? Do you want another? Are you ready for more? She tried to answer between impacts, the shock of each one knocking the breath from her.
At last, he signaled the end of her punishment as he left the bed again, then began to unfasten her restraints. As the fourth and final one was released, Mandy rolled to her back and lifted her blindfold to look Randall in the eyes. She was both exhausted and exhilarated at once. She looked at him. “Holy crap!…I don’t know what to say, Randall,” was all she could muster.
“Did I tell you to move? Or that you could speak?, was his intimidating response. Then he re-secured her restraints, this time spread eagle on her back. Now watching him tower over her, his piercing stare visible without her blindfold, she was intimidated in all new ways. He surveyed her body with his eyes, looking at her breasts, her pussy, even down to her feet and back up. She felt vulnerable, in ways she could not have ever imagined. The uncertainty of what would come next brought both fear and anticipation. She didn’t completely understand this complicated mix of emotions, but at the same time, she relished them.
Randall produced a dildo. While she did not get a chance to inspect it closely, it appeared to her an oversized, black, circumcised cock, albeit in the hand of her lover, if she should actually imagine him as that right now. Randall held it to her lips. She opened her mouth, inviting him to push it in. He obliged and Mandy’s lips closed around the shaft, as he pressed in into her mouth. It was huge by her standards, her mouth opened wide to accommodate it. Randall pushed it deep into her, against her throat. She tried to take it as deep as she could, but gagged uncontrollably as her head jerked in response. It was not a real cock, she knew this in her mind, but the experienced aroused her immensely. She had never touched a dildo in her life, and the experience was so much more erotic than she had expected.
Removing it from her mouth, Randall touched something on its bottom and it began to vibrate, as a humming sound filled the room. He touched it to the center of her neck, slid it down her sternum and under the crease of one breast. He made smaller and smaller circles around her nipple, finally arriving at the destination, as Mandy uncontrollably lifted her chest toward it. She looked wantonly into Randall’s eyes as he pressed the vibrating phallus hard into her nipple. Mandy groaned in satisfaction, but as she closed her eyes in pleasure, he pulled it away, starting the same journey on her other breast. This time, knowing the consequences of showing her approval, Mandy held her breath, and lie motionless as the pleasure swept through her, showing no sign that might cause him to stop.
Soon he slide the vibrating dildo down the center of her belly, across her pussy and down to her butt, pressing it between her cheeks toward her ass, still slippery from the lubrication earlier. Then he began to touch all around the sides of her pussy, along the crease between her pubic hair and her thighs, across the top of her pubis, then down along her slit. Making circles around the folds of her soaked and slippery labia, then penetrating her, ever so slowly, as Mandy’s breathing grew rushed and frantic.
The dildo, which appeared so large earlier, penetrated her vagina easily. She felt the fullness of something so big, which combined with the vibration, defied her imagination. Randall fucked her with the dildo slowly, making gradual circular motions that she both felt and could see from watching his arm and hand. It was arousing, but she longed for him to touch her clit, though her prior lessons guided her to keep her mouth shut, not to temp him or give him any reason to deny her.
Her approach worked. Randall, always seemingly in search of her next level, put his mouth to her clit. Mandy’s body responded on reflex, lifting her restrained hips up to meet him. He sucked and teased at her clit, fucking her with the vibrating dildo at the same time. She twitched and bucked against his mouth, as they built to a furious pace, her passion rising, her breathing loud and hoarse. Then, sensing his control over her yet again, Randall stopped.
They stared at each other for perhaps almost a minute. Emotionally exhausted, Mandy’s face was unable to hide her raw and unbridled desire, along with her undeniable submission to his control. Her eyes pleading with him for satisfaction, not to deny her any more.
Randall’s warm and comforting smile gradually returned, and Mandy knew that her sexual torment, while pleasurable, was over. He released her restraints, leaned in, but instead of kissing her, whispered in her ear, “Do you want me to fuck you?” Mandy could only nod in agreement.
What followed was a practiced act for her, but also intense in comparison to her past experiences. Randall positioned himself between her spread legs, lifting them up and apart. Her soaked pubic hair a sensual halo surrounding her pussy, he gripped his cock and rubbed it across every part of her pussy. He pressed his rod against her clit, teasing and rubbing his erection against her. Mandy responded by pulling her legs wider, inviting him to do more. She looked down to watch as he slapped his cock against her clit, accentuating her passion. It was the first glimpse she’d gotten of his erection. Randall was big, bigger than any man she had been with, his shaft long and curved upward, his circumcised head looking up to her. Mandy pulled him in against her, his shaft grinding hard against her clit, arousing her further.
Finally, Randall pushed the tip between her lips and entered her. She closed her eyes and moaned in acceptance.
Slowly gliding in and out of her, Randall touched her clit with his thumb, massaging and teasing her now swollen and aching button. Mandy’s hand found her nipple, pulling at it while the other rested against Randall’s shoulder, feeling his masculine energy. She reopened her eyes, their gazes locked onto one another, their shared passion building.
His pace and energy gaining intensity, he shifted his hands to her sides for increased power and leverage. Craving more contact on her clit, Mandy’s fingers replaced his thumb, rubbing herself hard and fast as Randall’s cock pounded deep into her. Mandy began moaning, then crying out at the top of her lungs, “FUCK ME!!!… OH MY GOD… FUCK ME!!.. PLEASE!… FUCK MY PUSSY!!”
Randall climaxed at the sounds of her ecstasy, groaning equally loud. She heard wild, primal noises flowing from deep inside of him and saw his back arch, his head tilt upward like an animal howling in the night. Then finally, at the peak of Randall’s orgasm, Mandy’s own pleasure erupted from deep within her pussy, the fire roaring out from inside of her and rolling across her body in seismic waves. She jerked and convulsed in ecstasy like never before. She cried out uncontrollably, her muscles shaking, clutching Randall’s muscular arms.
Eventually, the tidal wave began to pass over them. Randall collapsed onto her, their breathing still heavy and loud compared to the quiet of the room. Mandy thought she noticed a tear had run down the side of her temple, then realized she was quietly sobbing. She felt as though a hundred years of tension, work and expectations had been lifted from her. Searching for a word in her head, she felt transported.
Randall’s cock slid from her wetness as he rolled over to one side, his confident smile plastered from ear to ear. Mandy could not help but grin back at his captivating and infectious presence. She kissed him lightly on the lips and said, “Thank you, Randall. I don’t know what else to say but thank you.” He gently caressed her face as they both continued their decent from the mountain they had just crested together.
“You’re welcome, Mandy. I haven’t known you beyond today, but can tell that you’ve discovered some new, and I think exciting things about yourself tonight. Am I right?”
“Well that’s one way to put it,” Mandy Responded. “Sure. But I would probably say that my world just got turned upside down!” She stared upward, toward the canopy frame of the bed above her, noticing for the first time a series of ropes and restraints which had not been part of their experience tonight. Randall noticed her glance and apparent curiosity. “I didn’t feel you were ready for all of that tonight, Mandy. One step at time. Honestly, I’d say that tonight was pretty basic as these things can go. I hope you understand that.”
Mandy now understood in her own mind that Randall had given her a glimpse into a sensual, exotic world that she knew existed, but never dreamed could be so exhilarating, and even fulfilling. She enthusiastically wrapped her arms around him, squeezed him as hard as she could saying, “I want it all, Randall. I want you to teach me it all!”
### Four Months Later ###
She couldn’t move any part of her body, other than her head and neck. She was bound to a wooden chair, her arms tied behind and to the sides, her calves and ankles secured to the chair legs. Her torso was strapped to the back of the chair, and even her breasts had been individually tied, making them turn red, the blood flow accentuating her nipples. She was blindfolded. These things all made her feel vulnerable, captive and at the mercy of another. But the most intimidating part of her current situation was the wide opening in the bottom of the chair, exposing her vagina and ass below.