Cole didn't call her Wandaful Wandy for nothing. She was all that and a bag of chips. Her 38DDs were firm as silicon but all her. She came by them naturally. Her mom and sisters had even bigger tits. "I'm the flat chested one," she joked.
For her blued eyed horny old man, Wandy's rack was perfect--all that he could handle. So was the rest of his Puerto Rican princess. She was one of those big titted skinny girls. If she gained weight, it was in her tits. Her ass wasn't a trunk, or even a can, but was firm and round. It over-spilled perfectly in his hands. She was a long legged Goddess with red hair and a jealous temper, and even that, for as much trouble as it caused, turned him on.
She came out of a darkness, much like him, that, as in most people, was wont to manifest itself in kinky sexual behavior. He had a Dom in him and she had a sub in her. Given what he'd been through, it was only natural he needed to control and protect. For her, given her early sexual experience as a teen runaway, it was only natural she had dark desires and she wished she didn't. She didn't want any connection to her traumatic childhood, so she avoided men altogether. When the need overwhelmed her, she masturbated in the shower, but it was never a prince charming who made her cum.
Their dark desires weren't what brought them together. It was his words speaking to her heart. For Wandy, it was nearly impossible. She hadn't been with a man for 8 years. She felt Cole could restore the pieces of her soul the others had taken. He listened. He tried to understand. More than anything, he wanted her to be happy.
She wanted him to meet her in her darkness and walk her out of it. He was a man, a man with a healthy appetite, especially for her. Most people just accepted their desires and sought compatible sexual partners. In Cole, she had someone who understood and would help her. She wanted to escape her darkness to have something she never had before, plain old vanilla sex. And they did for a couple of days.
It wasn't missionary, but it wasn't dungeon sex, either. Cole did ravage her breasts. He suckled and nibbled them until they were marked and sore. Her pussy was different though. She hadn't had a cock in so long that she'd grown tight. They tried a lot of positions to find one from which she could take him.
It was contorted, but it worked. She lied on her back, and he, on his side, perpendicular to her. He scissored her legs and drove the top one wide to spread her open. It was the position from which she could take him most comfortably.
He was gentle, popping his mushroom in and out of her, exiting almost all the way and then reentering. He liked the juicy suck hole sound her "wandaful" wet pussy made when he slid in and out of her with short little pumps. She'd been so misused in her life, that this kind of sex was actually new and exciting. It made them both cum and they stayed naked in bed together all that day and all night.
Cole didn't get all he wanted from Wandy, but he was satisfied. He knew from the beginning they'd be taking baby steps in bed. He didn't want to be another asshole who used her up and left her empty. She was as much as she could be to him, and if he listened and learned, she'd trust him with all her desires.
Wandy could feel the Dom in him. Her tits sure could. He aped and gobbled them up until she felt they were gone. Her poor girls. She wanted to get it over with, go to that place that both haunted and excited her. She needed to get it out of her system. He wasn't going to hurt her. She wouldn't be bruised and battered and left for dead as she had been so many years ago. He needed it. She needed it, and he seemed to be the one she could trust to take her there, but not leave her there.
It was the evening of the second day in their hotel room. He'd finally gotten dressed and gone out to get them some food and some liquor. After eating and showering, she was back in bed naked and fresh for him. He made her a couple of drinks, not quite Adios Motherfucker strong, but strong enough. They were watching t.v. cuddling, and caressing. He was casually massaging her pussy, gently tracing over her bean. She had grown wet, yet it was still a surprise when she told him, "I want you to tie me up."
Her need, like all sexual needs, seemed urgent and he searched around for something, anything, electrical cords, pull blind strings, shoe strings, any damn thing. All he could come up with was unused trash bags and the grocery bags from his food and liquor run.
"Tie me up Papi. Please Papi." she begged him from her belly as she lay face down on the bed.
Papi was what she decided to call him before they had their first sex. "When I call you Papi, you need to fuck me." For a Puerto Rican, calling your lover Papi didn't necessarily mean you had daddy issues. It was like J Lo's song, "Papi," and Cole didn't care--it turned him on just like everything about her.
So, Wandy's Papi twisted a bag up into a rope and straddled her legs. His hardon resting on her ass-crack, he gathered her wrists behind her back and bound them. His Wandaful Wandy urged him on. "Yes, Papi, that's what I need. Tie me up, Papi. Tie me up and use me. Please Papi."
Her legs dangling over, he climbed up on the king bed, hooked his wrists through her arms and drug her all the way on. Then straddling her legs, his weight immobilizing them, he bound her ankles.
He had no plan, but he was so hard by now, he was oozing precum. He wiped it on her ass crack, and decided to give that pretty booty a wack. He knew she didn't like pain, so they were love whacks, just to see her cheeks quiver.
"Yes, Papi. Spank me Papi. I'm a bad girl!" He gave her a few more jiggle wacks.
Then he checked to see how wet she was. His finger creased her lips to discover a juice box. He felt like he wanted to bury his pole in her, but there was something else he wanted first.
"So wet for you Papi. Take me, Papi. Fuck me." she begged.
When they fucked, he appreciated her verbocity. However, she was tied up and telling him what to do. It was an irony Cole didn't appreciate. He got another bag, twisted it up, straddled her back and gagged her with it. While he was at it, he folded up a pillow case and blindfolded her.
Then he tortured her.