Chapter 5

Ella was dressed to the nines in a cocktail dress when she picked me up for her friend’s birthday bash. Not a sound came from her when we pulled into the truck stop. Just as she moved to step out into the blustery night, I placed my hand on her arm and unzipped myself. With a sigh of relief, she swept her hair behind her ear and leaned into my lap, engulfing my tip with her warm lips. At first I moaned, but soon leaned back, closed my eyes, and rested a hand on her head to keep her fancy hairdo out of the way while she bobbed and twisted her mouth around my swollen bulb.

Between the firm stroking of Ella’s hands, her talented tongue and the continuous suction, it wasn’t long before my cum filled her velvet mouth. While smiling at the car’s ceiling, I grunted with each spurt into her throat. Shaking in my grip, she continued to gulp. At long last, after I stopped firing, she licked me clean, sat up, grinned at me, and fixed her make-up before we returned to the autobahn. Neither of us had said a single word. We didn’t have to—anymore.

When we arrived, there were several couples and several unaccompanied women in attendance. Ella mingled while I wandered off and found the side bar as they laughed and chatted. All of them were older, but several talked with me, well mostly at me, about mundane things; politics, the weather, etcetera. Ella’s sparkling eyes kept glancing my way, which was the only thing keeping me from intense boredom.

At last, they brought out a small cake. We sang ‘Happy Birthday,’ and a dark-haired, thin, older woman, maybe in her mid-40s, blew out the candles. They presented a bunch of gifts, during which I saw Ella lean over and whisper into the woman’s ear. In response, she flushed and gazed over at me. Ella said something else, and the ebon-haired woman swallowed and paled. Ella grinned at me, and, my eyes flicking around the place and quivering, I smiled back.

Soon, the guests departed, while Ella and the woman cleaned. When I approached to help, Ella told me to sit in the front room and stay quiet. So I did, although I tilted my head and scrunched my brow at the creaking of the staircase behind me. For almost a half-hour I sat in silence, nursing the last of my whiskey, before I heard the stairs again and Ella appeared. As she stood before me, she grinned. After I gulped the rest of my drink, I set the glass down and swept my hands up her silken thighs, raising her hem to bare her lace panties.

Ella whimpered when I pulled her forward to stand between my legs, leaned into her blazing hot crotch and chewed on the rough lace taut over her steaming, wet folds. While she held my head in place, she ground against me, until, with a long sigh, she pulled away, peeled away my caressing hands, and slid her dress down.

“Later, Tommy. She’s waiting for you upstairs.”

At that, I flashed a confused look at the panting, squirming blonde. As Ella caressed my face with her fingertips, she smiled and explained.

“Her name tonight is ‘Bitch.’ She has always wanted to be raped. Not for real obviously, but that’s her fantasy. Her husband didn’t want to watch, but he knows, so don’t worry. Be as rough with her as you want. She doesn’t mind at all. She’s done this sort of thing before. So ... Well, do you know what a safe word is?”

As I scratched my chin, I shook my head, mind reeling from everything Ella had just said. While her fingers caressed my cheek, her sparkling eyes gazed at me. In a calm, even tone, she explained safe words would let me know when I was doing something she didn’t want, since screaming “No” would be part of her rape fantasy. I nodded. It made sense, I guess.

“Anyway, hers is ‘apricot.’ Got it?”

After repeating the word several times, I sank my fingers into her waist. As she whimpered, she swayed and looked up at me.

“She’s tied down and blindfolded.” Ella spoke in a hoarse whisper while I kneaded her firm, trembling buttocks. “You don’t have to keep her bound. You can take her anyway you want. If she doesn’t want you to do something, she will use her safe word.”

“And you?”

“I will wait down here. She didn’t want anyone but you. No pictures. Nothing. This is just for her. Remember, she’s your ‘Bitch’ tonight.”

“How long do I have with her?”

“She’s yours for as long as you need. I’ve ... Well you’re going to get a thousand from me afterwards.”

My heart skipped a beat. A thousand dollars was a hell of a lot of money to a poor soldier in the 1980s, but I kept cool and whispered. “And then I get to fuck you?”

As I gazed into her deep blue, glittering eyes, I grinned. Ella licked her lips, and when I swept my hand over her dress-covered mound, she arched her pelvis into my palm and nodded. I didn’t ask for money and she didn’t offer it. I knew it was going to be off the books and her husband would never hear about it.

Again, looking back, I would never condone an out-of-contract liaison like that. If her husband had found out, my reputation, new as it was, could have vaporized and I’d never have become what I am today. But I was young, horny, and stupid.

Oh, and Ella was fucking gorgeous.

After pulling me to my feet and pushing me towards the stairs, Ella poured herself a drink and sat to wait. With a hungry moan, I tore my eyes from hers and climbed the creaking steps. Once I arrived outside the closed bedroom door, I paused, shaking fingers hovering on the knob, swallowing several times. After a long final exhale, I flung the door wide. It slammed open with a loud crash that echoed across the room beyond.

The gorgeous birthday girl, still in her party dress, yelped in surprise. Ella knew her way around bondage as well, it seemed. The dark-haired woman squirmed atop the bed. Thick black leather shackles encircled her wrists and ankles and nylon cord bound her to the four corners of her bed. A large black blindfold covered her face. Her high heels scraped along the mattress and she writhed when the door slammed shut behind me.

“No! Get out of here!” she cried, nails clawing at the cords.

“Shut up, bitch!”

As I yelled, I surged forward and slapped the side of her thigh. In response, she groaned and cried out for help while I ran my hands over her. Whimpers flew from her as she twisted in the creaking bindings. When I latched my hand onto the front of her dress, between her heaving tits, she froze, panting.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, you little cunt!” I stroked her warm skin with the back of my rough fingers. Shivers appeared on her chest.

“No!”

With a snarl, I ripped her dress open—or started to. It took several tries, but I finally tossed the tattered garment to the corner of the room. All the while, she screamed for help and bucked beneath my sweeping hands, now raking her shivering smooth skin. The shrieking woman’s matching pink and white lingerie did a poor job of covering her toned and shapely figure. As she squirmed around in her lace-topped thigh-high stockings and heels, I wished for a camera.

Her screaming changed to a deep primal moan when I slid my hand under her panties and found her cleft. God, she wasn’t just wet. Her warm juices flowed over me; her folds were burning hot under my fingers while her clitoris throbbed under my palm. I nodded to myself. Yep. This was indeed one of her fantasies.

“No!” She thrust her pelvis into my hand. Yeh, not “no” at all.

With a grin at her widening lips beneath the mask, I sank my first finger inside. Deep inside.

Arching upwards she moaned. “Stop!”

My second finger slid into her and stroked her soft flesh.

“Please!” She twisted as the cords creaked. “Don’t!”

As her mouth flew open, she stopped making words and whimpered while I fingered the writhing woman. A loud cry flew from her when I snatched the bra from her body with my other hand. Her torso flew upwards in the bindings and then slapped to the bed when the torn straps and cups came away in my fist. My assault released two shapely tits to flop onto her heaving chest. After tossing the ruined bra away, I clutched a breast and squeezed.

When I pulsed my fingers deep within her, at first she tried to scream out “no” again, but it turned into a low growl. The first orgasmic waves twisted her shuddering frame under my hands. As she came, she groaned. But, as I mauled her little nipple with the fingers of my other hand, she wailed. As I grinned down at her blindfolded face, I ripped her soaked panties away from her, leaving her pelvis bouncing on the mattress. After a yelp, she was silent for a few seconds.