Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2009 19:35:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Ronald Slimman <ronslimman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Submission--My time with Randy, Part 6

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...

Ron Slimman
Ronslimman@yahoo.com