Intro: The exploits of a man whose given name fit him perfectly, Randy, and he certainly was that. He was a high-school history teacher and coach until he hit the lottery and retired early at 52. While he was not averse to returning flirtatious quips from the girls in his classes, he did avoid giving in to the urge, telling the more enticing of them to, "come see me after you graduate." Some did, but these stories deal with his life after hitting it big and building two houses; one along a river bluff 45 miles inland from the Atlantic Ocean and another on a secluded portion of the Northern Outer Banks, both equipped with playrooms. And he still had over a hundred million to spare. All characters are 18+ years of age and fictional. All stories can stand alone, but reading the series gives added insights and descriptions as it unfolds.
Synopsis: Retiree offers to help former student relieve her sexual frustrations for a weekend.
September, 2015 - River House
Sunlight streamed through the skylights and windows when Averie opened her eyes. For a moment she did not recognize where she was and panic began to sink in before she remembered cumming the previous night. She looked at her bindings and felt the plug in her ass before a different urge brought itself to the fore of her consciousness.
It was at that moment that Randy had walked in, dressed in black jeans and a burgundy t-shirt.
"I need to pee," were her first words as she watched him begin to unbind her.
"I figured as much, go next door and freshen up. And you can remove the plug," he replied as he finished with the bindings on her left ankle and ran a hand along her leg that prompted shivers. "When you finish, come down to the kitchen."
Averie had made her way to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. As she emptied her bladder, she felt the plug in her anus move with the effort.
"Well, that's not coming out without help," she said aloud and, when she had finished peeing, reached down and pulled on the plug. It took some effort and concentration. Unlike last night when Randy had done it, she decided to go very slowly in working the plug out of her sphincter. Just as the widest part eased past her anal rim, she pushed it back in and felt the tingle in her pussy. She spent a minute or more just fucking her ass with the plug and enjoyed a slow buildup of sexual electricity before stopping.
'I'm liking this entirely too much,' she thought as she wiped herself and then got into the shower and let the hot water flow over her.
As she worked soap into her body, she wondered why the word "please" kept repeating itself in her mind. She did not remember the subliminal messages from her sleep, only that she dreamed last night of being fucked in every way she could imagine. She fingered her nipples and they grew hard despite the hot water and then her hand had found her clit. But despite masturbating herself for several minutes, she could only summon up a tingle.
Twenty minutes later she took the spiral staircase next to the elevator down to the kitchen. Halfway down she realized she was still nude, but was not self-conscious about it and smiled to herself. She found him in the kitchen putting together sandwiches.
"What time is it?" she asked as she walked up behind him and wrapped him in her arms.
"Almost noon, would you like something to eat?" and he turned in her arms and faced her.
"That sounds wonderful," she craned her neck up to kiss him, but he turned away and broke her grip.
"Good, you need to keep up your stamina. I hope you like BLTs. Coke or water to drink?"
"Coke is fine," she replied with a confused tone.
He led her to the adjacent breakfast nook that was a half-hexagon of windows that projected outward from the outer wall of the house and set paper plates down, pulling out a chair for her to sit.
As she did and he helped to push the chair in, he took a fistful of her blonde hair from behind and forced her face up to his, kissing her deeply with his tongue.
'What the hell?' she thought, 'what was wrong when I tried to kiss him?' and then the passion of the moment overtook her.
As he broke the kiss, he looked in her eyes while still holding her hair, "Don't pout Averie, it doesn't suit you. Now eat."
He went to retrieve the beverages while she sat in the breakfast nook and looked at a stacked bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich.
She faced the sunken living room, the kitchen to her back and on the same level as the nook. To her left was the river, to her right was the bar area and beyond that the dining room where she had orgasmed last night. Her pussy clinched at the thought.
Randy placed her Coke on the table and sat opposite, with his back to the living room. It was a round oak table with four matching chairs.
Between bites she worked up the nerve to ask, "Why'd you do that?"
With a mouthful of sandwich, he managed to get out, "Wha?"
"Why didn't you let me kiss you?" her head was tilted, and her face showed some measure of resolve.
He swallowed, placed his sandwich back on the plate, and wiped his mouth with a paper towel.
Steeping his hands, he said, "Want is a powerful drug. The more you want, the harder you'll cum. But then your puppy dog eyes from me putting you off got the best of me, which is why I kissed you here at the table."
"Oh," and her resolve melted, "Okay. You can do that more often, ya know?"
He smiled and completely changed the subject, "I love how your nipples stiffen with the coolness of the air conditioner. They're just so, perfect," and she blushed. "I intend to kiss you Averie, and your nipples and everywhere else," and she blushed more and looked away. "Now, finish your lunch. You have a big day ahead."
Silently they ate, the only sounds being their chewing. When finished, they proceeded to clean up in the kitchen.
As she nakedly bent over to open the cabinet for the trash can, he forced her to stay that way with his left hand and admired her slightly open asshole.
"I see the plug had its way," he remarked. "that bodes well for later," and he had then pushed the thumb of his right hand into her pussy.
She audibly sucked in air as he thumb-fucked her while rubbing her clit with his forefinger. She felt the heat from his hand as he increased the forcefulness of his attention to her pussy and she placed both hands on the trash can for support and spread her legs wider to allow him greater access. This wasn't the same as when she was fingering herself in the shower and she briefly wondered why the touch of this man could get her off when she could not.
When she began to rise on her toes and pant, he suddenly stopped and let her stand up. She looked into his eyes with her mouth still open, still panting, eyes pleading, and he placed his thumb in her mouth, "Suck it and clean yourself off my thumb."
Averie took her time with the salty taste of herself and treated his thumb like a lollipop as she used her tongue to swirl around it. After several minutes he had placed his forehead against her forehead and let his eyes bore into hers until she released his thumb and they kissed passionately. As they did, he reached down behind her back and pushed a middle finger into her ass to the third knuckle and left it there as she moaned into his mouth.
When they finally broke the kiss, she looked at him with both hands on his shoulders, foreheads touching again and whispered, "Please make me cum."
"Lead the way, upstairs," he replied in a whisper.
Once they had gotten to the top of the spiral staircase, he instructed her to turn left, which confused her as all she saw was a blank wall with a small seam in the middle, but she did as she was told.
Randy stepped to her right and flipped the switch to open the pocket doorway to his playroom. The doors slid back with a "Whoosh" and she stood in wonderment at the sight before her.
"Welcome to my playroom Averie," and he ushered her inside, the doors whooshing closed behind them.
She turned and looked at the closing doors and then to him, "That sounds like the doors in Star Trek."
He frowned slightly, "Yeah, I keep meaning to do something about that," and he stood by while she turned to take in the room.
There were eight 75" flat-screen TVs scattered along the walls in the main part of the room and most of the rest of the walls were covered in mirrors. Spread around the room were various bondage restraint devices made of 4" black pipe, padded leather devices and various attachment points. On the right was the computer area where Randy had controlled the sounds she had experienced last night with several monitors and one large flat screen in the center. Beyond it another balcony overlooked the river. This was the only natural light in the large room as it had no windows. Further into the room on the right and past the balcony/computer area were two smaller rooms. The first was storage for various BDSM items and the second held only a brass-framed, twin-sized bed. The ceiling also had additional mirrors, cameras and a sturdy track system and chain hoists for suspension bondage.
Without looking at him she said, "It's a little overwhelming."
"Na, you'll do fine. Come over here," and he led her to an area under one of the chain hoists, "Just stand right here, I'll be right back," and he disappeared into the storage room leaving her naked and fidgety.
This was certainly not how she had imagined this weekend to go. She had thought he would just tease her and get her off with his fingers and they would fuck. But his teasing was of a nature that she could not have imagined existed.
Returning, he spread a large white towel on the floor beside her and placed several items upon it. First, he picked up an adjustable spreader bar, set wider than last night, closer to four feet. As he bent down to attach it, he looked up between her breasts and she was watching him, anxiously chewing on her lower lip as he forced her legs wider and wider.
