AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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AUTHOR's NOTE - © 2006 by Switch Blayde. All Rights Reserved. Copying, Duplicating, Downloading, Reposting, or use in any way, other than for the reader's personal enjoyment, is STRICTLY prohibited without the written consent of the author. EDITOR's NOTE - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, and Chapter 4. |
It was dark when we left Mike's house and I looked up at the stars. It had been so long since I had seen the sky. I felt a lone tear run down my cheek, but this one was of joy.
Riding silently in Officer Ira Furley's car as he drove me to his home, my mind was filled with thoughts about my dead parents, Aunt Julie's farm, Mike and the fact that I had killed him, and what was to become of me. I felt no remorse for shooting Mike, only pleasure that I was once again free. It was weird wearing only a long shirt, especially because I didn't have any underwear on, but it was good to be out of the prison I had been forced to live in.
"What's so funny?" Officer Furley asked when I began giggling.
"I was just thinking that it's ironic that a policeman broke me out of prison."
Ira chuckled as well, and then said, "I don't see it as a prison break. You were a damsel in distress and I see me as the knight who came to your rescue."
I smiled warmly at my "knight" and unbuckled my seat belt, sliding over next to him. I caught Ira stealing a look at my legs as the shirt rode up, but I didn't mind. However, he blushed which I thought was cute and snuggled up to him while he drove.
I heard a voice calling my name from far away which caused me to open my eyes. I had fallen asleep and Ira was trying to waken me. I was dreaming of castles and princesses and knights, and didn't want to wake up, but it was too late. I looked up at Ira and smiled warmly -- it had been the most sound, peaceful sleep I had had in a long time.
"Where are we?" I asked, a little drowsy and confused.
"My place. C'mon, let's get you settled."
Ira showed me around his modest home which definitely had the "bachelor" look to it. He gave me his robe and left me in the bathroom. I removed Mike's shirt and discarded it with distaste. I was happy he was dead. Even though the water stung my bruises I took a long, hot bath. I felt like royalty and then remembered what Ira had said about being my knight.
After dinner, Ira began asking me questions about my past, but when he saw the look on my face he stopped. We sat on the couch watching TV with me snuggling up to his side wearing only the bathrobe. I guess I kept dosing off because I couldn't follow the movie.
Later, Ira walked me to my room and kissed me on the forehead, telling me that everything would be okay. He left and I dropped the robe, sliding between the clean, crispy sheets. It took a while, but I finally fell asleep.
I awoke with a start. The cover was pushed off and I was twisted in the sheet. I had a nightmare, which was still fresh in my mind. I had been back in the tomb in Mike's house, cuffed to the wall, and many people were whipping me. My sheets were wet from sweat and I was afraid.
I didn't want to be alone so I climbed out of bed. I don't know if it was being naked for so long as Mike's prisoner that caused me to forget to put the robe on, or simply my haste, but I walked naked to Ira's bedroom. I whispered his name, but all I heard was a slight snore. I didn't know what to do and almost turned back to my room, but I didn't want to be alone. I was still shaking from the nightmare which brought back real memories of pain. So I walked to Ira's bed and, as quietly as possible, lifted the cover and crawled in.
I felt so safe that I fell asleep immediately.
I awoke to a movement and was instantly startled, but then I remembered where I was. I guess even in my sleep I looked for Ira for comfort and found my arm draped over his body. I instantly discovered two things. First, he was naked, and second, my hand was resting on his groin. Ira's body was stiff, and so was his dick.
I liked holding his dick. It was the first one I wasn't forced to touch. I was in control, something that I hadn't felt in a long time, and never when sex was involved. I gently squeezed his cock, and then slid my fist up and down the shaft.
Ira moaned.
"Are you awake?" I whispered.
There was no answer. I later discovered that Ira had been awake, but he didn't know how to react to what I was doing so feigned sleep. It felt so good to be in bed with a man I trusted that I never wanted to let him go. I snuggled up closer, pressing my naked body against his.
"Thank you," I whispered, even though I thought he couldn't hear me, and kissed his shoulder.
I was about to roll over and try to go back to sleep when I felt the cock in my hand twitch. Peering over Ira's shoulder, I looked intently at his face. He had strong features, but I had seen the gentleness and kindness in it. I unconsciously tightened my fingers around his cock and heard a soft moan escape his lips.
I wanted to do something for this man... the man who had rescued me and showed me nothing but kindness. My stroking became more incessant and soon Ira's hips were moving slightly. I wished he'd wake up so that I could satisfy him properly, but Ira's eyes never opened, although his lids fluttered as I stroked him faster.
Ira groaned so loud I thought he had awoken, but other than his hips moving more there was no sign of that. And then I felt his cock throb. I continued to squeezed and fist his cock as sperm spurted from the tip, coating my palm as I continued to jerk him off.
When Ira's ejaculation subsided and his body became still, I finally released his dick and rolled onto my back. My hand was sticky from his discharge and I lazily rubbed it between my legs, spreading his seed on my pussy. I was content and fell back into a peaceful sleep.
When I awoke I was alone. That frightened me, but then I remembered I had nothing more to fear. I was with Ira who would protect me. I showered, gently soaping my still tender skin, and then retrieved my robe from the guest room.
I didn't find Ira anywhere in the house and again began to worry. I paced back and forth, reminiscent of how I acted when chained in Mike's house. With every minute my pulse quickened. That's probably why I jumped and then trembled when the front door opened.
"Hi, you're up," Ira said with his patented broad smile.
"Where were you? Where did you go?"
"Calm down. I went out and..."
"You left me alone," I blurted.
Ira put down the packages he was holding and came to me. I must have looked like a lost puppy because he wrapped his arms around my trembling body and held me tight. Gently stroking my back, Ira said, "You don't have to be afraid. I won't leave you. But I can't be here all the time either. I took a few vacation days, but soon I'll be going back to work."
"But where did you go now? You didn't go to work."
"I went shopping." I stared at Ira blankly. "For you. I bought you some stuff. Couldn't have you walking about in a robe or that old shirt." Ira giggled and said, "I'd have to arrest you for indecent exposure."
It took a while for what Ira said to sink in. I was still upset about being left alone and it overshadowed my cognitive thinking. But then it hit me and I ran to the packages like a child on Christmas Day.
While I was tearing the packages open, Ira said, "I had to guess at your sizes. The information we got for the police report helped, so I asked the salesgirls if they..."
"Oh wow!" I cried out. "These are beautiful."
I opened package after package, pulling out tee-shirts, jeans, shorts, and a lot of toiletries like a toothbrush, hairbrush, etc. When I opened a package with panties in them I quickly pushed them back inside the bag and blushed. I looked up at Ira and he, too, was embarrassed.
"Um, the salesgirl helped with those too," he said.
My face broke out in a huge smile and I jumped to my feet. I hugged Ira very tight, never wanting to let him go. I had found my knight.
That evening, after we both retired, I walked into Ira's bedroom. He was reading, sitting naked on top of the cover leaning against the headboard. When Ira saw me standing there he froze a moment, then clumsily dropped the book and quickly scooted under the cover, pulling it to his waist.
"Do you need something?" he asked, embarrassed.
Not saying a word, I walked towards him. He looked at me standing next to his bed and waited. I untied the belt around my waist and shrugged my shoulders, letting the robe slide down my body. Ira's mouth opened as his eyes took in my nude body, but then just as quickly looked away. He didn't say anything, but I knew he was wondering what I was up to.
Without verbally telling him what I wanted, I crawled under the cover and laid my head on his belly. My face was turned away from his. I couldn't stand his rejection and didn't want to see it in his face. I just lay there for a while, my heart beating fast afraid he'd send me away.
The room was quiet, except for our breathing. I heard mine, and felt his belly move with his. Ira was breathing even faster than me. When Ira didn't tell me to leave, I placed my hand onto his thigh and slid it out of sight under the cover. Ira's body stiffened so I stopped, the side of my hand just touching his cock. I waited for Ira to say "no," but he remained silent.
My hand continued until it covered his cock, and then I closed my fingers around it. It was very warm, and when I squeezed it, Ira released a soft sigh. I took his silence as concurrence and continued to fondle his dick. It began to grow in my hand, but I wanted to feel that somewhere else.
When I removed my hand from Ira's cock, I felt his hips jerk upwards for a moment as if he was searching for my hand.
It was dark as I ducked under the cover, but I had no problem finding his cock. I felt it on my cheek, and then shifted to capture his cock between my lips. I held it in my mouth, simply enjoying the feeling and using my tongue to titillate it. I was rewarded with Ira's cock growing. That's what I wanted to feel.
As Ira's cock got longer, I kept pace with it by moving my head back. When it reached a full erection, I bobbed my head, dragging my lips over his shaft. It was hot under the cover, and it muffled Ira's sighs, but I didn't care. I was pleasing my man.
I was now sucking and using my tongue more than moving my head, and felt Ira's hand on the top of my head through the cover. I panicked, remembering how Mike used to force my face into his lap and suffocate me with his cock in my throat. But Ira wasn't Mike and his hand just rested on my head in a show of tenderness.
Feeling safe once again, I resumed the blow-job. I was determined to give Ira the best blow-job of his life and tried to deep-throat him, but I kept gagging. Suddenly, the cover was pulled aside. With his cock in my mouth, I turned and looked up at Ira. The only word to describe the look on his face is ecstasy.
Maintaining eye contact, I made love to his cock. I sucked it, licked it, squeezed it with my hand, and moved my head up and down its length. Ira called out a warning which I ignored. In fact, I pumped his cock faster and sucked harder which caused him to explode in my mouth. I willingly swallowed his semen and softly sucked the rest out.
When I let his cock slip from between my lips, I looked up at him and asked, "May I sleep here tonight?"
Ira pulled one of the pillows he had been leaning on out from behind him and placed it next to him, then he patted it. Excited, I scrambled up and flipped onto my back, lying next to him. Ira pushed his hand under my neck and I lifted up slightly, allowing him to put his arm around me. All it took was a little pressure and I rested my face on his chest.
That's how I fell asleep.
In the morning, I awoke on my side lying away from Ira. I turned my head and saw him smiling at me. Ira had been watching me sleep. But with him it didn't seem dirty like it had with my cousin and Mike.
I slowly turned and leaned towards him, giving him a little peck on the lips. After all, I had a mouthful of cum the night before and hadn't brushed my teeth. But Ira didn't seem to mind and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him, now partly lying on his body, and we passionately kissed.
Ira rolled me onto my back, maintaining the kiss. Then he kissed my lips, and then my chin and neck, settling between my breasts. Moving his head slightly, Ira's mouth covered one tit and sensually sucked it, spending time pulling my nipple with his lips until it hardened. Then he did the same with my other breast.
His lips slid down my body until his tongue flicked at my bellybutton. I began giggling and squirming under him, but Ira's strong hands kept me his happy captive. But he didn't stop there. Shifting his body so that his feet were at the foot of the bed, Ira's mouth ended up on my pussy. He pushed my legs apart and began licking me. I watched him for a while, then my head fell back and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling.
Ira pried my labia apart to expose my clit. He licked it repeatedly with me jerking my hips in response. I had never felt so much pleasure. I knew I was about to climax and let out a long moan. Ira must have understood what that meant and locked his lips around my swollen clit, sucking it and fluttering his tongue on it. That's all it took.
I exploded!
When I slowly opened my eyes, Ira was hovering over my body smiling down at me. I returned the smile and we kissed again -- passionately! The taste of myself on his chin, lips, and tongue reminded me how much he had pleased me and I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight.
Ira eventually pulled back and our eyes locked. We lay there smiling warmly, then Ira began to move. I felt the tip of his cock between my legs and opened up to accommodate him. Soon he was inside me, pushing into me.
I wrapped my legs around his body and said, "I love you."
Ira stopped moving and stared down at me. He thought for a moment and then said, "No you don't. Not yet. But maybe some day."
I was about to disagree when he began fucking me. I couldn't think of anything but his hard cock sliding in and out of my pussy. It felt great! He thrust in and I pushed back. He pulled out and I let out my breath. He entered me again and I caught my breath. That's how we fucked. It was fierce, but not violent. It wasn't the first time I was being fucked, but it was the first time I was being made love to. I climaxed twice before Ira finished inside me.
After that first time, I informed Ira that I had no protection. We went to a doctor who prescribed birth control pills. We never discussed where I was going to live. I just stayed with Ira, sharing his bed and his life.
I kept telling Ira I loved him, but he always answered, "Maybe some day."
On our six month anniversary I made Ira a special dinner, candles and all. I wanted it to be romantic. I didn't expect Ira to remember it had been six months. Guys just aren't like that. But I didn't care.
Ira seemed surprised when he got home and I said, "Happy Anniversary."
Dinner was exquisite and we chatted about everything other than my old life. That was in the past and forgotten. And then Ira surprised me more than he ever had.
"Happy Anniversary," he said, pulling a little box from his pocket.
I grabbed it and flipped the lid open. It was a diamond engagement ring. Slipping it on my finger, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him hard, so hard we tumbled to the floor. But we didn't care. We tore at each other's clothes and were soon fucking on the floor, the flicker of the candles adding a romantic light to the room.
Two months later we were married. We now have two children and many friends. My life is wonderful.
It can't get any better!
THE END
