Jackpot:Chapter Five

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Jackpot:Chapter FiveDisclaimers & Warnings: This tale includes, elements of BDSM, and a healthy sprinkling of verbal humiliation. Readers who are offended or triggered by such material are advised to proceed with caution or bail out now. © SheriffBart 2020. All rights reserved.Feedback is welcome. Enjoy!~~~~~ Chapter Five: Cuddle Date ~~~~~I put June’s backpack on the little luggage rack they have in every American hotel room. I secured the door of our room at the Hilton Garden Inn suite and joined her on the king size bed. June was a plump, full-figured Venus I’d met on OK Cupid. She was biracial, the c***d of a black pastor and a Norwegian blonde. Her delicate, china doll features, hazel eyes, and cocoa brown skin gave her the look of an exotic model. In yer youth, she’s worked as an exotic dancer and loved every minute of it. Fifteen years and three c***dren later, she was a bit thicker, a lot wiser, and even more buxom. Although she downplayed her appearance on dating sites to keep the dogs at bay, in person, she did nothing to disguise her overflowing D cups. She was unapologetically sex-positive and exuded a sensuous appeal born of self-confidence and years of experience in polyamory. She’d been my first date when Lilly and I dipped our toes in the poly pool. With her hard-won wisdom, she became something like our guru, patiently and lovingly guiding us through the bewildering world of ethical non-monogamy.Cuddle dates were one of the many things she had introduced me too, and I loved them. I had always been a hugger. I especially loved an opportunity to wrap my arms around a full-figured woman. The idea that I could do that for an entire evening was license to bliss. We settled into a comfortable spoon position and she pulled my arm tightly around her waist. The smell of her short-cropped hair and jasmine perfume wafted me away to a place of utter serenity. “Hmmm, that’s nice” – she purred. She settled in and wiggled against me, pressing her behind into me. Within moments, she detected the inevitable response and giggled. “Now remember, a cuddle date is about consent. It’s perfectly okay to have those responses, as long as you don’t act on them.”“Not without consent” – I added. “That’s right. And, at this point, you don’t have my consent. I like you a lot and we have good chemistry. You strike me as a genuine soul, but I’m not quite ready for you to see my naked.”“Works for me. I love cuddling. Id be happy doing this all night. Lilly and I almost always cuddle after sex. That’s usually the best part, emotionally. It’s pure contentment. And, as long as you don’t mind my um..physical reaction to spooning your awesome curves, I’m in my happy place. I enjoy being aroused. It’s almost like a hobby. So for me, this” – I added, nuzzling her neck and giving her soft waist an affectionate squeeze – “is bliss.”“However, I do need to make a slight adjustment, for comfort’s sake. I hope that’s not too distracting.”I pulled away from her behind to reach into my pants and adjust my uncomfortable rod. I smiled mischievously as I returned to my former position and ground into her derriere. She purred again and pushed back. “Not at all. Like I said, it’s all about consent. And you have my consent to get hard and rub that thing all over my behind. Just keep it in your pants…for now. ““Yes ma’am” – I responded with a kiss to her neck. She purred as my lips touched her soft skin. We were both in the zone, drifting along on a cloud of endorphins, basking in the miasma of mutual affection and low-level arousal. “I like the sound of that. Men need to know how to respect a woman. If you’re really nice, we might even get to do a scene together. I know we haven’t gotten to talk about that yet, and I don’t know if our kinks will align. I’m not even sure what yours are. Although…I”m getting some kind of vibe from you. I just don’t know what it is yet, and I don’t want to press you to talk about it before you’re ready. I know not all of our – interests – are in sync. I’m a kinky atheist. But, from the signals I’ve been getting, I’m guessing you’re a church boy of some kind.”“Did Lilly tell you about that?”“No, just some of the things you say. I was raised Pentecostal, but I got the fuck out of that madhouse as soon as I could. No invisible man in the sky runs my life. So, like I said, this may not be entirely comfortable for you? Most Christians I know are too repressed to be really honest about what they want and who they are. Religion teaches you to hide that shit away. But I don’t want this to be a problem between us. Like I said, I really like you. I don’t want to scare you away.” “No, I don’t mind talking about it. It’s just…I wasn’t raised in it, but I’ve had some experiences with – well, not Pentecostal – but I was in a charismatic, Fundamentalist group. I used to be really dogmatic. I spent years trying to convince the world that I was right about…well, just about everything.”“To make a really long story short, the group we were in kind of imploded and I was forced to reexamine my beliefs. I found that some of what we were taught was right, some of it was half-right, and some was flat-out ludicrous. So it left me less arrogant, more willing to listen and just let people live their lives. Which is good, because there’s no way we’d be lying here spooning if I was still a TruthWorld Disciple.”“Well, this may be purely selfish of me, but I’m glad you found your way out. I’m glad I met you now instead of when you were a self-righteous zealot. That wouldn’t have been any fun. Now we get to have fun.”“Yeah, I guess Lilly and I had to go through that to get to where we are now, where we can just be ourselves. But, after years of repression and self-denial, I’m still not really sure who I am, as far as sex, kink are concerned. I’m still trying to figure out where I fit, what the rules are and all that. I’m not even sure what I like and dislike. I mean, I’ve seen a little of it in movies and magazines, but –““Yeah, that’s mostly bullshit unless you’ve been watching movies on Kink.com or an authentic BDSM site. It sounds like you’re exploring. That’s an actual classification on Fet. Have you been to Fet yet?”“What? Oh, Fetlife! Well, yes and no. Lilly has an account. One of her partners is a cross-dressing sadist. I’ve seen a little of what’s she’s shared, but I haven’t really jumped in yet.” “Well, when you do, don’t gaziemir escort worry about the BDSM test. It’s mostly bullshit. It’s about as reliable as a Facebook quiz. You know those, ‘bet you can’t guess all the state capitals’ things? You get half of them wrong and they tell you you’re a fucking genius. Waste of time.”“Good to know, thanks. I thought about filling out the questionnaire, but some of those questions are intensely personal. I’m not comfortable sharing that information on a website.” Or with you on our second date. I know what some of my kinks are, but I’m not sure I’m ready to trust you with that information. You might not be offended by the bondage, face-fucking, and verbal humiliation. Not sure about the others. She gave me a sly smile. “Hmmm, don’t want anyone to know about what a twisted, sadistic freak you are eh?” Her beguiling charm and warm embrace were enough to coax me a little farther out of my shell.“Pardon? Uh, no, I’m definitely not a sadist. Although…I might be a little freaky. I do like seeing women tied up. I’m not sure why, but that turns me on. I used to have phone sex with a woman in Buffalo who wanted to be tied up against the wall and teased until she was on the verge of orgasm, then thrown over a table and fucked hard from behind.”“Oh, she sounds like my kind of gal” – she purred. She wiggled her butt into me and coaxed more reflexive throbs from my trapped trouser snake. “That’s one of my favorite scenes. Well, except for the last part. But I do love being tied up. Rope on my skin is one of my favorite sensations – almost as nice as this one.” She pushed back again and the reflex from my crotch was accompanied by a low moan from my throat. I nipped her neck lightly and slid my hand further up her tummy towards her ample bust. No resistance was offered, so I d****d it over her bust and left it there. She winked at me, then took my hand in hers and kissed it. We spent the next few minutes wallowing in the heady aroma of arousal. “So what do you like about being tied up?” My curiosity about bondage had been dormant for years and I was eager to get more insight from an experienced kinkster. “Is it the feeling of vulnerability, the rush of being helpless, the anticipation of what someone might do to you?”“See, you are a freak” – she laughed. “You are totally projecting your secret kink onto me. No, it’s not about that at all for me. The feeling of the rope on my skin releases endorphins. It’s a known fact.”“I’ve never heard that. Never even considered it. I’d think rope on bare skin would be unpleasant.”“Not for me. The rope itself is an aphrodisiac. And remember what I said about consent. You do not fuck a rope bunny unless he, she or they ask you to.”Her body language was changing slightly. I felt tension creeping into her body. She turned her head to make eye contact with me and there was cold fury in her eyes. Uh-oh, what did I say? I’ve pissed her off somehow. “And you do NOT cross his, her, or their fucking boundaries! You spend a lot of time talking about what you want, what you don’t want and what your safe word is. You talk until your tired of talking, and then you talk some more. Then, you’re ready to scene. If she doesn’t want to be slapped, you don’t fucking slap her!”She was almost yelling now, clearly angry, but not at me. I waited until she was done with the impromptu rant and quietly sent out a feeler. “I’m sorry June, did I say something wrong? ”She buried her head in her pillow and sniffled. I waited quietly, hugged her more tenderly, and floated a silent prayer. I stroked her hair and kissed her shoulder. A few moments more passed in silence.“I’m sorry” – she whispered. “It’s just…I had a bad experience last week and..I just…” She sighed, and held my hand tightly. She turned her head toward me again and there was pain in her eyes. “It’s okay June. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. We can just enjoy being together. But please understand one thing. I will never, ever violate your trust, or do anything to hurt you. You are a beautiful, tenderhearted soul and all I want to do is make you happy.”“You’re sweet” – she whispered. “Thank you. I’m sorry I got angry. It wasn’t at you or anything you said. It was Ron, my main partner. He’s my dom and we’ve been together for three years now. He’s married and his wife, Melanie is a sub. She’s a pain slut. I’m not. I like to be bound, and I like to be spanked a little, but not too hard. And not, you know, angry. I’m not into angry sex, and I don’t like verbal abuse or any of that humiliation shit. Like I said, it’s just the touch, the feeling of the ropes on my skin. It’s a natural high.”“Anyway, Ron and me were playing at his house and he had me bound and he..I was kneeling in front of him and he started slapping my tits and I- I know I should have said something, but it wasn’t that bad at first. Then he pinched my nipples and that’s okay because it’s something we do when we fuck. But it was different. He pinched them really fucking hard, and I cried or yelped or something and it..It just set him off. The next thing I knew he was slapping at my tits really hard, so I said stop and he’s like, ‘stop, what the fuck is that, that’s not a fucking safe word’.” “He knew what I meant and I knew the safe word, but I just..I was just so shocked and hurt. And he just kept taunting me and slapping me. Then he pulled my hair up and I looked up at him and I was crying, and he fucking snarled at me ‘what’s the safe word, Bitch?’ and slapped me right in the face.” “Bart, he hit me so hard I literally saw stars. And I screamed it. Something went off in my mind and I literally screamed it at him, so he had to fucking stop. And I fell over, and just….just laid on the floor crying. And he – I guess it shook him out of what ever the fuck zone he’d gone to, and he jumped down on the floor and said he was sorry. He said he just got carried away because that’s the way Melanie likes it.”“But you’re not Melanie.” She nodded and wiped her eyes. “That’s exactly what I told him. He untied me as fast as he could and I ran over and sat on the other side of the room and I yelled at him. “’I’m not Melanie! I’m June, you sick bastard!’”I stroked her hair and held her tight. “I’m so sorry June. I’m sorry that happened to you. I would never do that to you. But I guess…I guess at some point he probably escort gaziemir told you that too, didn’t he?”She laughed. “No, Ron’s always been an asshole. That’s part of his charm. He’s always pushing my boundaries, even when he’s not high on endorphins and testosterone. And weed.” “Oh, damn.”“Yeah, we were high too. I should have known better. We broke one of the cardinal rules of kink. You never scene with somebody who isn’t sober. It’s hard enough to resist the rush of endorphins and hormones when you’re sober. When you’re drunk or high, it gets out of control and people get hurt. Usually people like me.”She sighed and turned toward me again. She had gathered herself, put all the pieces back together and wore her confident face and beatific smile. “Sometimes I think BDSM is just play therapy for wounded people.” I kissed her neck again and whispered in her ear. “Well, sometimes, the Universe sends good people to help heal the wounded people and remind them how beautiful and awesome they are.”She pulled my arms tightly around her and sighed. She radiated contentment as I did my best to blanket her in intimate, tender affection. “So…what do you like Bart? What do you want to explore? Something tells me” – she purred and ground into my painfully hard dick – “that you like rough sex. You’re harder now than you were before.” Busted. Dammit, the one time I wish I could hide and bury that particular fetish. What is it about slapping that makes me respond like that? It’s disgusting. Franklin Williams, you should be ashamed of yourself. I sighed and remained quiet for a long moment. There was no use hiding it. The truth was poking her in the ass. “Yeah. I’m not proud of it, but the kinks I know about are all about power exchange. I get off on verbal abuse, verbal humiliation. Not extreme, dehumanizing stuff. Just name-calling mostly. You know, words like–”“I know the words”, she interrupted quietly. “I prefer not to use them. Well, not in that context anyway. Although you remember on our first date –““You introduced yourself as a ‘touch slut’ and an ‘attention whore’.” She laughed a loud lusty laugh. “You do love those words! I bet they were tattooed on your brain!” She rolled back against me laughing and I encircled her in my arms and slid my hands back over her bust. She covered them, held them firmly in place, and looked at me with a gleam in her eyes I’d not seen before. An unspoken invitation.“You might say that, I admitted with an embarrassed smile. Yes, I love using those words in that context. And hair pulling, and face-fucking, and rough sex. Not inflicting physical pain for pain’s sake but…I don’t know…”“Domination. Enforcing submission. Power exchange. You sir, are a top. She said in a breathy voice. Lucky for you, I’m a submissive. And you’re making me really wet.”“That’s entirely appropriate since you’re making me really hard. Ordinarily I would suggest we do something about that, but someone was very explicit about boundaries and consent. And I intend to honor my word, madam”.“That just makes me want you more. Because I know I can trust you to stop where I want you to. I’m still not ready to fuck you. But” – she slid her hand behind her, found and squeezed the ridge under my pants – “that doesn’t mean we can’t play.”Her touch lit a fire within me. I gently pulled her face toward me and kissed her passionately. Her lips and tongue engaged mine in a sensuous dance. She sucked my lip into her mouth and bit it lightly, stoking the flame. I wanted to devour her, taste every inch of her voluptuous body. She rolled away from me onto her back and I accepted the invitation to explore. I started at her neck, tracing a wandering path with lips and teeth. I meandered past her collarbone, down to the swelling of her breasts. I unbuttoned her blouse, which gave way to reveal the lacy black bra struggling to contain its treasure. She assisted as we worked her out of the annoying straps, cups, and lace to allow her pride to spill into the open air. I took my time and gave due reverence with hands and mouth, lifting them and dragging my tongue around the bottom, and upward to capture one large stiff brown nipple, then the other. She sighed and moaned softly, caressing my head and urging me on.I looked into her eyes and offered a sly grin. “One would imagine, that a sub who enjoys power exchange and bondage, would prefer a less gentle approach.” Something in her eyes flared in response. “You have good instincts.”I captured one stiff nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed. “Yes please,” she gasped.I squeezed the other, and, when she bit her lip and said ‘harder’, something…snapped. I placed both hands on her tits, raised myself up to loom over her, and squeezed hard, digging my fingers into her tender flesh. She threw her head back, moaned, and clasped her hands tightly over mine. The surge of iron to my dick revealed another layer of truth.I lowered my head, adjusted my grip and sucked one nipple into my mouth. Abandoning the caution or tenderness that guides such forays with Lilly, I dragged as much of her tit as I could into my mouth and closed it, trapping her tender flesh between my teeth. She writhed under me and knotted her fingers in my hair. “Goddammit, Bart if you keep that up, you’re gonna fucking make me cum!”And so I did. She was as good as her word, writhing and moaning helplessly while I clawed and chewed her breasts. She stiffened, bucked, and gasped until the wave subsided. I withdrew, tenderly kissing and licking her nipples and returned my gaze to her face. She looked radiant, her lovely china doll features suffused with joy. Absolutely stunning. That’s a first. Never made a woman cum before just by mauling her tits. Let’s see what else I can do for her. I wanted more. I held her gaze as I slid my hand over her soft belly and into her pants. Her eyes consented and my fingers were soon met with the slick, soft warmth of engorged labia. The sensation of a wet pussy always draws my fingers inward. I explored, probing deeply, pulling more moans from her throat. She raised her hips, slid out of her pants, and spread her legs wide. God, what a beautiful sight! I don’t know what a real dom would have done in that situation, but my instinct when faced with the feminine divine, is to give reverence – to pay homage with lips and tongue. I moved to the foot of the bed, gaziemir escort bayan grabbed her ankles and spread them wide, exposing her completely, and drank in the glorious view of a Venus ready to be worshiped. I explored with caresses, starting from her calves and wandering upward, delighting in the softness of her big strong thighs. By the time I could feel the heat of her damp nexus, she was panting again. Delicate, furtive licks became longer, deeper, and hungrier until my face was firmly buried between her legs, and my hands were clamped around her thighs. I dragged my tongue up and down her steamy lips and snaked it into her pussy. She gasped and spread her legs wider. I made my way up to her engorged bud, latched on and sucked it deep into my mouth. The deep, resonant growl from my throat made her tremble. I teased her until June’s trembling became writhing, then bucking, then spasms as her second orgasm wracked her voluptuous body. When I released her, she lay panting with one arm d****d over her face, breasts heaving.“Oh my fucking God” – she panted. “it’s been years since anyone’s done that to me.”“That’s a shame. I’ll do my best to make sure that never happens again.” I knelt at the foot of the bed admiring my lovely Venus in repose, basking in the satisfaction of having given that much pleasure to such a stunning woman. Our eyes met again she smiled warmly at me, raised one leg, and pressed the ball of her foot against the bulge in my pants.“I guess it’s my turn. I don’t want to send you home with blue balls”.Before I could respond, she rolled up onto her hands and knees. She crawled toward me with a seductive smile spreading across her elegant features. I peeled off my pants and briefs just as she reached me, kneeling with her lovely face inches away. She gently took my straining cock in her hands.“Such a beautiful dick.” she whispered. She caressed it, catching a dollop of pre-cum and smearing it around the bulbous head. “I wanna taste you Bart.” She dipped her head low and explored with her tongue. Shivers of delight rushed through me as she licked at all the sensitive areas under and around my balls. Looking up and locking her gaze to mine, she dragged her tongue slowly upward and swirled it around the head. “I wanna feel it throbbing in my mouth. I wanna feel your hands in my hair while you use my mouth. Do you wanna fuck my mouth, Bart?”“Fuck yes!” I whispered hoarsely. I slid my hand around the back of her head into her silky hair and thrust forward. She closed her lips against the head of my cock, blocking it momentarily. What the hell? I thought you said you wanted this. What the hell is she– Oh. She’s’ a brat. “Open your fucking mouth, June.” I growled as I thrust my hips forward. She offered a moment’s more resistance, then relented and yielded. Maybe she wasn’t ready yet for me to fuck her lower lips, but her upper labia would do just fine. The sensation of being enveloped in her mouth was intensified by the element of power exchange and another truth was revealed. I put both hands in her hair and started thrusting faster, fucking her mouth as she had requested. “Fuck yeah, suck my cock, you magnificent goddess!” She responded by moaning around my fleshy piston. I held her head in place and rutted in her mouth. She gasped and slurped, coating my pumping shaft with saliva. I leaned forward and reached down to capture and squeeze one of her tits. She moaned and I squeezed harder, refreshing the connection forged earlier. I straightened, withdrew my sloppy cock, bent down, took her face in my hands, and kissed her deeply. Breaking the kiss, I whispered urgently. “June, I want…I want to fuck your tits. Is that okay – I mean, can I –”“Oh hell yes” – she gasped. She laid back on the bed and placed her hands on either side of her breasts. “Come to Mama.”I straddled her torso and aimed at her cleavage. She enveloped me with practiced ease. I raised my head and moaned as her warm soft tits engulfed my temporary bone. I was surprised by how good it felt to have my hardness enveloped in her softness. Lubed by her sloppy blowjob, there was no resistance as I started moving. Time froze amid a whirlwind of sensation. I looked down and the sight of her beautiful face beaming up at me, her ample tits enveloping my cock. I added my hands to hers and clutched at her tender flesh. She bit her lip and whined. Why do I love squeezing her tits that hard? I’m not a sadist. Maybe it’s just because she gets off on it. Makes me so fucking hard!I pushed her hands aside and took control, man-handing her as I fucked her cleavage. She caressed my thighs, licked her lips, and tossed her head from side to side. I decided to turn up the volume on her internal symphony. I trapped her nipples between thumb and forefinger of each hand and clamped down hard. She opened her mouth wide in a silent scream, and dug her fingers into my thighs. A switch closed between my legs and the chain reaction started. “Fuck!” I sneered down at June and she came along for the ride. I growled and thrust harder as her bosom absorbed the explosion and her throat disappeared under a creamy torrent. Her intense gaze locked on mine as she began to wail and tremble. I removed one hand, reached behind me and rubbed her mound hard. She threw her head back against the pillows and bucked against my hand. The surge of pride and pleasure added spice to my own orgasm as I strummed her clit. As her tremors faded, I slid three fingers into the soft folds, coating them with her juices. Then I reached forward and placed them in her mouth. She moaned softly and sucked them clean. We cleaned her up and cuddled quietly for a long while, savoring the intimacy. Few words were spoken. None were needed. We eventually dressed, exchanged tender kisses and parted ways. The forty-minute drive home seemed to pass in minutes. My hands were at the wheel but my mind was still in the room, reliving all of it.By the time I got home, I was aroused again and looking forward to sharing the experience with my Beloved. But Lilly had had a long day and was snoring softly in our queen size bed. I smiled as I tiptoed over and planted a whisper of a kiss on her brow and sneaked away, leaving a silent wish for pleasant dreams in my wake.I went to the living room, fell into a recliner and breathed a prayer of gratitude. Then, as my mind wandered from one blessing to another, I found myself wondering about Trisha. How far has she gotten today? Is she still with the mystery man from the TA center? Are they heading down the highway into Nevada, or parked at another truck stop, steaming up the windows? Only one way to find out.

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