Ravaged

Ravaged
By: LadyHitchhiker (theLadyHitchhiker@yahoo.com)

Despite Wally's belief that my own hand-written novel as "worthless", he and I were going to a book-signing in Escanaba - which is about an hour's drive from our home. I wore a vibrant leafy green dress with a handkerchief bottom - that brought out the color of my sparkling green eyes and made me look unbearably sexy - with a pair of red heels, and he was dressed in a nice grey sweater, black slacks and black dress shoes. He had shaved his beard into a goatee and long sideburns for me, and he looked smoking hot.

To my complete surprise, upon reaching the hotel, I discovered that my number one disbeliever had hired a limo for us to travel in style to and from the booksigning even, as if we were mega stars. The book signing went on for almost three hours. I had no idea my novel was being marketed this well, and I was exhilarated and glowing.

Afterwards, it had just became dark and Wally took my hand (uncharacteristically I may add) as we walked to the limo. He held the door open for me as few straggling screaming fans were actually taking pictures of me! I beamed smiles to them and waved appreciatively. I was not about to say I was going to get used to this treatment, but it was nice to be acknowledged after working on that damn novel for over half my life.

Wally and I were beaming and we laughed giddily in the limo and chattered for a good 5 minutes or so about the event. All our conversation was lighthearted and fun until he took a moment and looked at me. REALLY looked at me. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn't. He drew in close and in a husky conspiratory voice told me, "I don't think you should have worn that particular bra tonight." "Really?" Would you rather me go braless with these big bad boys hanging out?" I said, in reference to my 46 dds.

"No. It's just that the damn bra's so sheer. I could see them poking out, all excited through the whole book signing.

"Really?" I parroted myself, unintentionally. I then laughed. Great. All my press pictures would show torrential nipple hard ons. That would be great for business. Distracted by my own amused yet mortified thoughts, I didn't see him closing in. He caught me off guard with a ravenous kiss. A deep sensual head-spinning kiss. He massaged my tongue with his own in a way he hadn't done probably since we were courting. I was impressed, intrigued, and very revved up.

Next thing I knew, he had me underneath him in the floor, my high heels bracing into he black ceiling as he pushed up my skirt, and pulled aside my baby blue laced up bikini bottoms to expose my hot throbbing mound. The air against my bare mound made me instantly wet, my juices gushing down my ass in a surprising flood. He and I had never had sex in a car before.. let alone a moving car, no matter how many times I would have, and I was excited by the prospect. I was excited by the thought of my putting his hard cock into me and filling me right in that limo.

He unzipped his dress pants, and with drew his cock. It was very hard, very excited, jumping at the sight of me and I wanted to touch it. I reached my hands to him, wanting to touch him, but he pushed my wrists into the floorboard with one hand, the other still holding my panties aside. He rubbed his cock deliberately and slowly between my folds, bumping my clit, but he kept his cock outside of me.

God did I want that hot stiff cock in me. I yearned and burned for that friction. I bit my lips and squirmed as he rubbed that erection against me. The more he rubbed at me, the wetter I became, more of my juices sliding down past my ass onto the black carpeting of the hired vehicle. I was so close to cumming, I thought I would scream when he slid one of his fingers into my pussy. I moaned loudly and appreciatively, hugging his finger in my tight hole.

"Oh God, baby, I want you to fill me." I confessed.

"Do you?' he purred before shocking my by sliding another finger slowly and deeply into my other hole, as his thumb bounced on my slippery clit. He pumped slowly as he dryfucked me for a long agonizingly wonderful time, before he pulled away, sat back in the car seat, and dragged me with him.

"We've got to be presentable for dinner," he explained.

Bastard. Why couldn't he just fuck me? We could have the driver go around the block a few times.

Dinner was excruciatingly long as he pretended nothing had happened in the limo. Lustful entwined images played in my wildly erotic mind of him fucking me doggystyle in the limo' or fucking me right in that floor, with the erotic and tantalizing image of my heels braced into the ceiling being that I still had this picture etched firmly into my mind, and my panties were still quite moist.

From dinner, back to the limo, where I lazily rubbed his upper thigh and grazed his upper thigh "accidentally" with my hand, he acted uninterested. In my mind, he now owed me and owed me good. All the way to the hotel I teased him gently. He remained uninterested, but he didn't pull away from my caresses. Once we were back at the hotel room, I pulled my elegant dress off over my head, and placed it lovingly in one of the dressers. It was such a lovely dress.

Meanwhile he had stripped down to nothing and had poured himself a glass of wine - which I thought was strange since he usually doesn't like wine; he's a beer man. I sat in my sky blue lace-up panties and my red almost sheer bra on a shirt of his in a chair besides the bed. He approached me and innocently but strangely enough asked me if I wanted a kiss. I smiled. I always wanted a kiss.

"Yes, my one, my only," I replied lovingly. I leaned forward, expecting his lips against mine, but instead, he pulled those panties aside again and embraced my clit in an open French kiss.

I closed my eyes as he pulled my panties off, and pulled my legs over his strong broad football-player shoulders, but my eyes popped wide open in a flash as I felt cold liquid poured all over my hot mound. He had poured wine on me and after putting the glass aside on the table, he had proceeded to lick it up with that tantalizing tongue. He licked everywhere that wine had spilt, including my tight asshole. From there, he intently went to licking that clit, wrenching orgasm after orgasm from my body. I wanted to touch him, everywhere. When I tried to reach for him again, he slapped my hands away, so I clutched the arms of the chair and relished the ride.

He kept making me orgasm, so I finally ended up seeing stars and laughing uncontrollably with joy. Once he deemed it was time, he kissed me on the mouth and I tasted myself and the wine together - not a bad taste - but the kiss was perfunctory.

He stood up and took a step back. I thought he was going to leave to take a shower. I was wrong. As I reached to removed my red bra, he grabbed me into his arms, and not so gently, pushed me into the wall. I reached to stroke him, as I thought he would gently love me as he usually does, but no, he was charged up and pushed my hands back away from him into the wall.

I wondered for a moment what had gotten into him, and then I realized I didn't care as he sucked on my neck, turning me into molten lava, my juices dripping down my thighs. His hands reached for my back, making a small orgasm shoot through me, and my body leap towards his as my body became electrified. He tore off my bra and began to ravage them as well, biting me, scratching me, bringing more small quakes to my body, and loud appreciative cries from my mouth. I made a move to step out of my heels. "No. Keep them on," He told me gruffly, turning me around and sucking on my neck as he fondled my breasts.

With one hand he brought my arms behind my back and laid them there. I kept them there, willing to play the game for now. he bent me over the end of the bed, and with these heels on, I was at the perfect height to be in line with his cock. But first he rubbed his cock over my ass, humping the mound of it lazily, then humping across that asshole as he clawed my back again.

I felt extreme ecstasy as he slid his immensely hard dock finally into my dripping wet pussy but this wasn't all he had in mind. As he pushed into me, he clawed me again, making me bush over his cock uncontrollably, then he slid one finger slowly into my asshole again.

"Oh God! I love the way you fill me!" I moaned. How many times that night I came on that man, and he hasn't come once yet?

He pulled that finger out of my ass slowly as he pumps into me, then he grabs a large chunk of my short pixie cut hair with that same hand. How unlike him. My gentle teddy bear wanted to see my face as he pounded into me.

Wally struck gold when he managed to somehow hit my clit with his balls and he had found the holy G-spot, and I swore I saw heaven as he pumped hard into my channel as I poured my hot juices uncontrollably over him and down my thighs.

I pushed my face into the bed and screamed as I came over and over, flooding the hardest cock I've ever felt inside me. I exploded again and again and he didn't stop for what seemed like forever, when he finally poured his seed into me, making me cum again as he came.

"OH... MY... GOD!" I slump into the bed, exhilarated and quite fulfilled.

"I'll say." He agrees, turning me over and kissing me cheerfully on the mouth.

He goes to the bathroom for a towel to dry my very wet areas, and he looked at me.

"You know, I'm proud of you," he told me, sincerely.

He kissed me deeply in a kiss I thought would never end. I thought maybe - in another fluke - he was ready again. When he finally pulled away, I retreated to the bathroom on wobbly knees. After peeing quicklike, I peered into the mirror and what did I see? A lot more than I expected. A clearly ravaged woman. The dark red lovebites, the dark purple hickies, the deep red clawmarks that I knew would sting the next time I took a shower. I sighed, sated, and hopeful. Maybe he'd ravish me another night. Maybe tomorrow morning.

Peeping his head in, he looked mischievous.

"Have fun?" He asked, cheerfully.

"Loads," I confess, a little overwhelmed.

"Good, cause I planned all of it." My heart skipped a beat. I wonder what he'll plan next time?