Opening the door, I offer her a hand. "Get out of the car, Ruby." She does not resist. Her palm is sticky with her dried juices. When she releases my hand, I hold it to my nose, inhaling deeply. My mouth waters in anticipation. "Lean against the railing. I want to admire the view."
Ruby looks simultaneously embarrassed and defiant. "You promised,
Rick..."
"Come now, Ruby. You started this. You want this." The first statement is
not strictly true, but the second clearly is. She does not protest further,
but obeys my command, facing the steel rail and looking out over the city
spread below us.
The curved top of the guard rail reaches her mid-thigh. "Hands on the
railing, please. Bend over." Silently Ruby complies. Her skirt is still
tangled around her waist. Her bikini panties hang loosely on her hips,
stretched and stained from her earlier exertions. I reach for them, pull them
down to her ankles and off. She shivers when my hand comes in contact with her
bare flesh.
I've seen Ruby's ass before, of course, that night in the cab. Up
close. But it was dark, and though I could see the details, it was hard to get
the whole picture, as I do now.
The late afternoon sun gilds her paleness to warm gold. The glow
underscores the shadows, the crease where her thighs begin, the crevice
between her cheeks. Like her breasts, the fluid curves of her buttocks are
perfect. They swell toward me, lush and full. I have a nearly overwhelming
urge to palm and stroke them. I imagine spanking them, the marks of my fingers
blossoming red in the wake. I see myself holding them apart as I plunge my
cock into her depths. My erection tightens another notch at this mental
image.
But I do none of these things. I merely stand behind her, admiring her
nakedness, allowing the shame and the suspense to build in her. A car races
by, swings around the curve and is gone. She twitches at the sound, but
remains where she is. Where I have positioned her.
What now? God, I'd love to take her right here, out in the open like
this. My cock screams for it. She wouldn't stop me, not now, not after that
orgasm, guilty proof of her lust for me. But that's not enough. I want her to
ask me, to beg me to fuck her. I want her to admit to me how much she wants
me. Needs me. And she's not there yet, I'm certain. Today was just the first
step.
I want to use her, though, pleasure her and humble her at the same
time. Fingers are not enough. Again, I wish that I had kept her little
whip. Then I have a thought; perhaps she brought it herself.
Stealthily, I walk over to the car, reach in and grab her purse. The twinge
of guilt when I snap it open is quickly replaced by my triumph over what I've
found. Not the flogger, true, but something as good, or better. An elegant
stainless steel vibrator, slender and feminine. It's about the diameter of a
lipstick tube, and perhaps three times as long. Just the thing.
"Ruby," I say, walking back to her bent figure and holding the dildo up for
her to see. "Look what I found. As I expected, you are always prepared." She
turns and tries to glare at me, but desperate hunger overcomes her rage. "Do
you want it, Ruby?" She looks out over Los Angeles, stonily silent. I don't
press her. She's given enough, earned some reward.
With one hand, I reach between her splayed thighs. I brush my fingertip
across the silky hair on her mound, just the barest of touches. A shudder runs
through her body. With the same fingertip, I part that fur, seeking her
clit. It practically jumps out to meet my finger, rigid and slick. At my first
touch, she whimpers and presses her pubis against my hand. Teasing, I pull
away, but then I give her what she is seeking. First and second fingers grasp
the taut little knob between them, squeezing, while the rest dabble in her
soaked folds.
Ruby moans, arches backward to open herself to my hand. I slide my fingers
back and forth in her sex, spreading her wetness from the sensitive button at
the apex to pucker of muscle at the back. When I graze that spot, her whole
body jerks. High voltage. I try a fingertip there, working against the
resistance I find. "No," she sighs, or maybe "Oh", as my well-lubricated digit
slips partway inside her. I wriggle inside her, feel her clench down on my
finger. Imagine that she's doing that to my cock, and almost lose it right
there.
I twist the bottom of the vibrator. The motor is nearly silent, but the
vibration sends a buzz up my arm and down into my groin. Oh, Ruby—
"Open wide, babe." I stroke the toy lengthwise through her folds, twice,
lubricating it thoroughly. She jerks as the humming metal comes in contact
with her engorged flesh. Then I take the dildo away and count to
fifteen. She's quivering all over. I touch the tip to the whorl of her anus
and leave it there. She trembles violently. For a moment, I think she will
come just from this external stimulation. That's not enough for me though. I
want to penetrate her. To screw her. I rotate the dildo slowly while applying
steady pressure. It begins to slide into her anus. "Argh!" she cries, pushing
her hips backward. Her sudden movement embeds the shaft deeply in her
butt. She jerks forward again with another cry, almost pulling the toy from my
grasp.
"Let me," I say, reaching my right arm around her hips and cupping her
mound in my palm to steady her. She grinds herself against me. With the other
hand I grasp the vibrator and begin a slow stroking. She relaxes slightly,
allowing me to support her, opening herself so that I can enter her.
It's incredibly hot, watching that shiny rod disappear into her dark hole
then reappear smeared with her fluids. Once, twice, a dozen times I plunge the
thing into her. My cock gets harder with each thrust, until the throbbing
becomes pain. I can't stand it any longer. I leave the vibrator jutting
obscenely from her anus and unzip my fly. My erection springs from my pants,
eager for action.
I rub it against her satin-smooth rear cheek. I can't help it. Somehow I
expect her to object, but she is too far gone, quivering in time with the
motor lodged in her butt-hole. I resume my thrusts with the dildo. Now my own
pelvis is thrusting in time. My cock is lodged comfortably between her flesh
and my pants, reveling in the freedom and the friction.
Dimly I hear a car pass, realize that it has slowed before moving on, but I
don't care. I'm close to coming, and I sense that Ruby is too. I fuck her ass
harder, faster, imagining all the while that it is my cock buried in that
tight darkness. She moans and twists under the weight of my body. The come
boils in my balls.
"Ruby," I whisper in her ear, "you're such a magnificent slut." I push the
dildo in to the hilt with one hand, pinch her clit with the other. Her
scream echoes through the hills. She clamps my hand between her thighs,
nearly breaking my wrist. Her orgasm shudders through her in huge waves. As
she crashes against me, I feel the cum rising in my stalk and spraying over
her buttocks and back. A fountain of exquisite pleasure. I stagger, would
fall but for her form braced against the rail.
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