by Dee Dawning
He took an exit at a place called Stateline and drove under I-15 to a casino called the Tower. Signs informed you it was the first or last casino, depending on whether you were coming or going. After he pulled into the parking lot, he half turned to me and stuck up his hands in mock surrender. “Let's get something straight. I never said you were promiscuous. If I say something about myself, it's not a comparison to you. Because I say I could count the two thousand sex partners I've had, doesn't mean you had so many that you can't count them all. If you have, fine, if not, fine."
"Since meeting you, I have only desired one sex partner and I intend to have only one—you. I can only hope you have similar intentions. If you want to tell me about your past couplings, I'll listen and try not to be judgmental because frankly, never having met me, how could you know that I was in your future? Now, I have to urinate and I want some breakfast. Are you coming or are you going to stay here and stew?"
I was past stewing. Scott had lined out his position very forcefully and I loved him for it. “I'm coming,” I said enthusiastically, “can I help?"
"Rachel, classy ladies do not go in the men's restrooms."
"Oh, yeah. Like Hoover Dam?"
"I rest my case."
"Some time ago, I saw this commercial where a lady did. Besides, I never claimed to be classy."
"She had something in her eye. I know you don't consider yourself classy, but you are very classy looking and I would consider it a personal favor if you acted in public the way you look."
* * * *
We walked in and not much was happening. Scott said, “Monday mornings were usually pretty dead in the casinos.” I stayed with him while he searched for the men's room.
"Wait here,” he said.
I waited a minute and then followed him in. Washing his hands, he frowned and shook his head. After he dried his hands, he took my hand. No one was in there, but he wasn't taking any chances. He stood in front of me, hiding me from anyone that might come in.
"What are you doing here? Didn't I ask you to wait outside?"
The corners of my lips curled into a smile. “Yes I know. It seemed like it took too long, I was worried.” Stepping into my husband, I embraced him. “Besides, I missed you."
"I missed you, too.” Scott seared my forehead with a kiss. Then he softly kissed my closed eyelids. “Shall we go?"
His hot breath on my neck thrilled me. The citrus aroma of his cologne excited me. I didn't want to leave so I wagged my finger. “No, no! I'm not ready to leave yet."
Taking his hand, I led him into the larger toilet stall and slid the latch shut. As I turned to him, my hand reached around his neck and pulled his soft lips toward mine, the fingers of my other hand raked through his thick, sandy hair. While I nibbled on his lower lip, his lips crushed mine. I shivered as his masculine tongue slipped into my mouth and engaged mine. And when his hands reached under my tee shirt located and fondled my breasts, my stomach turned, even as currents of hot desire rushed to my simmering core.
My personal temperature was rising and my passion overflowed as his hands seemed to be all over me. One of his hands moved to my rear, but after pausing to rub my bottom through my shorts, he slipped solitary fingers under the shorts and damp, skimpy, panties to tease the rim of my overheated chamber. My pulse was racing and when he managed to reach a single digit to rub my sensitive button, I gasped, breathing deeply.
He started to unzip his pants, but my hand slapped his hand away. “My job.” Lowering myself on the toilet, I gripped the tongue of the zipper then watched him close his yearning eyes, as I dragged it down a tooth at a time. Reaching in, I yanked out his half-hard cock. Mmmmm. The sight of it increased the wetness forming between my legs.
Stroking it, I volunteered, “Well, I'll just have to take you in my mouth so I can make you harder."
It made me smile when it inflated to full rigidity at the mention of sucking his cock. After undoing his belt buckle, pulling his pants and briefs down, I stroked his magic wand. My tongue, foraying below his cock, kissed and took each testicle into my mouth. The strong masculine aroma of his sex added to my arousal. As I continued stroking his staff, I realized, with awe that the cool feeling, magic orbs in my mouth had the ability to give me babies. Hence, I sucked on them with a newfound reverence.
I could sense impatience. My tongue ran languidly up his shaft, placing tiny kisses as I went. Shivers passed through him when my warm wet tongue arrived at the apex of his elongated cylinder, swirling around the purplish ridge of his crown. A gasp escaped his lips and his fists grabbed handfuls of my hair when my mouth, surrounding the head of his penis, slurped up the bead of pre-cum that had formed at the opening. Mmmm, tasty. I took my mouth away and kissed his sandy reddish pubic hair.
I looked up subserviently at my husband. “My pussy is dripping wet. You can fuck my mouth or my pussy. Or do you prefer to stop and get bacon and eggs."
A gleam appeared in Scott's eyes. “What I'd really like to do is shove link sausages up your snatch and eat them out, while my tongue laps up the orange marmalade I spread throughout your cleft."
I giggled, but felt my pussy tighten at the idea of having mini penises shoved in it.
"But, that not being an option right now, I'll file that fantasy away for another day and fuck your pussy and your mouth. Change places with me."
Scott urged me up and took my place on the toilet. When he placed his large hands on my hips, I allowed him to direct me. Taking my hands, he pulled me to my knees, where he pushed my head down toward his shaft. The feel of his rigid sex sliding in and out of my mouth and the musky cock odor from his bush added to the humidity forming in my own sex. My mouth moved up and down upon his silky shaft, while my tongue tickled the sensitive underside. Feeling the ridge of the cock slipping by my lips, I pictured his cock as I pleasured it, the tiny hole at the end of the pinkish crown, turning purplish on the ridges. The blue veins randomly crossing that raised slightly and grew more pronounced from the extra blood that entered during an erection.
Deep guttural moans escaped from his mouth while he made upward thrusts countering my downward motions. Raising me up to stand in front of him, he grabbed the bottom of my shorty tee shirt and lifted it over my head. Now topless, he stared at me—at my breasts. Shivers coursed through me as Scott's gentle lips traveled to one of my swollen nipples and suckled on it. Then leisurely unzipping my shorts, his hands pulled the flaps apart and lowered them and my panties enough for access to my hungry pussy. Then, long awaited relief, as his talented fingers found my heat. My body stiffened and my head lolled backward, sighing at the pleasure between my legs. He whispered, “I'll say you're ready. You're soaked, baby."
As he dragged my remaining clothing to the floor, I urged, “Put it in me, baby. Don't make me wait. Fuck me. I gotta have that big thick dick in my wicked little cunt."
I marveled at the incredible events that had taken place in my life. I had turned full circle. Once again, I stood naked in front of Scott as I had little more than a week ago at the Hilton, but this time, instead of trying to get to know a stranger, I was imploring my husband to make love to me.
He turned me around, bent me over and kissed my ass. His hands spread my cheeks apart and a shiver spread through me as his finger penetrated my puckered anus. I wondered if he was preparing to fuck me there—something I had never done—until he moved his hand down and reamed the entrance of my sopping wet pussy.
I was so aroused that I was past caring what he did. My heart raced and a tingly numbness permeated every nerve in my ravenous body. All I wanted was his cock, anywhere in me—ass, cunt, mouth—I no longer cared.
Scott spun me back to face him. I looked imploringly at him. “Just fuck me baby, please."
He smiled. “It's time."
Hands on my hips, he pulled me toward him and then with my legs straddling his lap he lowered me upon his thick enlarged cock. As my shaking hand guided his wide shaft into my warm slick channel, I wondered, if his
cock had ever felt better. I gasped when his hands, wandering over every sensitive part of my naked body, settled on my tits. As his fingers mauled my nipples with a variety of techniques designed to drive me crazy, I grew lightheaded from the fucking I was receiving.
He gently pulled my face toward his, kissed every inch of my face, and then nibbled on my bottom lip. As I ran my fingers through his hair, my lips parted, inviting him into my mouth. Invitation accepted his tongue explored my mouth until mine engaged it. I ground my clit into his pubic bone, in a front to rear rocking motion. A subtle awareness came over me. Inexorably the sensation spread from my clitoris to my belly, breasts and extremities of my body. That indescribably pleasant, tickly curtain descended over me. Every touch, every current of air that brushed my uncovered body, made me quiver in anticipation. I was cumming! Past the point of return, a surge of pleasure inundated me, culminating in a sudden euphoric, sensory explosion. As my body rocked back and forth in sensual delight. I screamed and clutched his hair in my fists, my long fingernails digging in to his scalp.
"Ooh! That hurt!” Scott exclaimed.
Regaining my senses, I whispered in his ear, “Sorry, I got carried away. You do that to me."
He laughed. “Maybe, I should take out life insurance."
* * * *
The stall door shook abruptly. “What's going on in there? Is everything all right?” yelled a strange, coarse, nasal voice.
Fuck! They caught us. I turned my head to look and saw the face of a middle-aged man with a mustache, who was apparently on his knees looking at us from under the stall door. First, I flushed from embarrassment. Then I jumped off Scott and stood in the farthest corner, covering myself with an arm across my breasts and a hand at my mound. Scott leaped up and quickly pulled up his briefs. The man stared at me.
"We can't have this going on in here. This is a reputable establishment."
"Just leave us alone for a couple of minutes and we'll get dressed and leave!” Scott yelled.
The man didn't budge, his eyes transfixed on the hand covering my pussy. “You guys were fucking in there. Weren't you? You fuck-i-ing wanton s-slut.” His face was red and spittle flew out of his mouth. I felt my stomach lurch and my heart beat rapidly in my chest. I was frightened.
Scott handed my panties to me while he pulled up his jeans. Taking them, I turned sideways and quickly bent down to slip them over my feet. This temporarily, exposed my breast to his lustful gaze. He growled, “I called the sheriff's dept. They'll be here in a few minutes. I'm sure they'll lock you sex crazed freaks away.” His beady, bloodshot, lecherous eyes zeroed in on and glared at my crotch, as if my panties were invisible. Then glaring at my breasts despite the fact my hands covered them blocking his view, he reached an arm under the door stretching for me. Thankfully, he couldn't quite reach me.
I didn't know what we were going to do with this rabid madman. Scott reached down to grab my shorts but the man beat him to them and laughed. “Not so fast. This is evidence and I want the officers to see your tramp of a girlfriend."
As Scott reached for my tee shirt, he yelled, “We don't want any trouble, just let us leave or you're going to get hurt old man."
After Scott handed the short tee shirt to me, I turned toward the wall, my back to the madman and slipped it over my head. Now halfway decent, I turned back around but the rabid man had redoubled his effort after Scott yelled at him. I pulled my feet as far back as I could but he slid his shoulder under the door and kept getting closer. He seemed possessed. Then he slipped his head under the door. My God, he's trying to come in here!
Scott kicked at the man, but he deflected the kick enough so it just grazed his head, leaving Scott off balance. Seeing this, the man quickly snapped out his arm to Scott's other leg and yanked on it. He tumbled backward and his head appeared to hit the toilet tank on the way down. Scott was lying on the floor unmoving.
I wanted to check him but I couldn't get past the now emboldened maniac. His eyes were wild as he laughed through a fanatical smile. What he said was chilling. “Now, my pretty, your boyfriend won't be bothering us for awhile.” He was halfway under the door. His fingers brushed my ankle. He's going to get me. I have to do something! I picked up my foot and stomped on his wrist as hard as I could. I thought I heard a crack and he screamed bloody murder, but my heel rolled off his wrist and I lost my balance. I fell and the back of my head hit the wall. I was dazed but not unconscious.
Suddenly, I felt my body being pulled. The lunatic had hold of one of my feet and was reeling me in.
"You fucking ... bitch,” the madman snarled. “You broke my watch. Almost broke my wrist."
Screaming, I reached for something, anything. My fingers tightened on something. It was the top of the toilet bowl. I wanted to kick him in the face, but my free leg was on the opposite side from his face. Nevertheless, I kicked against the hands that were pulling on me. Then he grabbed that leg. He pulled hard on both legs, but as strong as he was, he couldn't loosen my adrenalin-assisted grip on the toilet.
As he let go of one leg to pull my panties off, I started kicking him again but they didn't faze him. So I let go with my left hand, reached down and scratched the top of his hand as hard as I could. “You bitch! You better not bite my cock when it's fucking your mouth or I'll snap your neck. His injured hand quickly retreated. Before I could grab the toilet again, he began pulling with newfound resolve and he managed to jerk my hands away from the toilet.
He was a large man. Probably double my weight. Within seconds, he had me on his side of the door. At first, I kicked and scratched but eventually he gained control. I felt helpless as one of his large strong hands held both of mine in a deathlike grip. His free hand ripped the front of my tee shirt open. He bent over and sucked on a nipple. I jerked and bucked violently to no avail. Then once again, the SOB started pulling down my panties and I couldn't stop him. I screamed, “Scott, wake up, do something. He's raping me!"
"That's right whore and since you like to fuck in the men's room so much, I'm going to show you what it's like to get fucked—"
He went sprawling as the stall door exploded open as if my Uncle Ced had just clobbered it. Scott grabbed my hand, pulled me to my bare feet and pulled my panties back in place. We both scrutinized the lunatic. He was wearing a uniform, pants undone, dick out. “He must be a security guard,” I said.
My sandals were still in the stall. I looked around for my shorts but couldn't spot them.
At first glance, we thought he was unconscious, but when we heard him groan, Scott grabbed my hand and said, “We have to get out of here."
He tugged me toward the restroom entrance but I resisted. “Scott baby, I'm not dressed."
"I know, but we have to leave. The cops are coming and the nutcase over there might wake up. You have panties and maybe you can hold the tee shirt together until we get to the car."
"But Scott, I'm almost naked. Do you want everyone to see your wife dressed this way?
"This is no time to be—"
"That cunt is your wife?” The big, crazy, security guard was coming around.
"Wait, I've got an idea.” Scott said, just before slipping off his own shirt.
After he gave me the shirt off his back, and seconds before the lunatic got to his feet, we dashed out of the men's room, through the casino and out the front door. I cringed as I ran barefoot over the gravel parking lot to the car. Scott noticed and carried me the rest of the way. My hero.
As Scott peeled out of there, I checked the bottoms of my feet. There were scraps and bruises but no cuts. As Scott pulled back on the freeway toward LA, we heard sirens coming from the other direction. I gazed at Scott and he snuck a look at me. We smiled. Leaning over the seat, I dug through a suitcase and took out a fresh tee shirt and a pair of jeans and quickly got dressed.
Feeling a hundred percent better, I reached across the console and felt the back of Scott's head. He winced as I touched a large bump and pulled my hand back. There were traces of dri
ed blood on my fingers.
"Well baby, I think I may have finally gotten my fill of men's restrooms,” Then I smiled naughtily and said, “How do you feel about ladies restrooms?"
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Chapter Sixteen
Trip To LA
"How does that work? You go to bed one night, wake up the next morning, and poof—you're a lesbian?"
—Carrie, ‘Sex and the City'
With my clothes back on and hauling ass up I-15, away from the ordeal at Stateline, I finally relaxed.
"Sorry, you didn't get your breakfast."
"Don't sweat it."
"Or your Blow Job."
"That's all right, baby. I figure I have fifty or sixty years to make up for it."
"That son of a bitch ... was going to rape me!"
"I know. I shouldn't have stopped there."
"You couldn't have known."
"All I know is, I did a lousy job of protecting you."
I glanced at my love and got that tickly feeling in my gut. “Scott?"
"Yes."
"If you hadn't regained consciousness to save me and that prick had succeeded, would it have changed things between us?"
"Of course not. You're my wife. I love you and besides, it would have been my fault if you had."
"You did just fine. You saved me from getting raped. Thanks for getting me out of there."
He glanced over at me and smiled halfheartedly. He grasped my hand and raising it to his mouth kissed it tenderly. “I would have killed him if he raped you."
We drove in silence for the next fifteen minutes. He seemed to be concentrating on driving, or was he deep in thought? “Are you thinking about what happened or are you waiting to hear the rest of the ménage thing?"
Turning to me, he nodded. “I was thinking about what happened, but I would like to hear more about the ménage thing if you feel up to it after what happened."
"I said I would so I will. Now we'll see if you're a man of your word."
"What does that mean?"
