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Amanda Ch. 01

By: evadare



Amanda sat alone in the real estate office's reception area. Most of the Realtors were off at lunch. Her being the newest in the office and basically still in training was 'volunteered' day in and day out to sit her lunch at the phones.

She had eagerly anticipated this profession. Her only thought was finding the 'perfect' home for a family to be happy in the rest of their lives, like she had been before the tragic fire had taken her parents.

A slight twenty three year old graduate of the nearest college extension program, she was interning until her required 'on job' hours were exhausted.

Unfortunately, her little hometown had but this one realty office, and the local viewpoint was different from her own. Payment by commission, get as much as you can, hide the little faults.

She tossed her dark hair slightly, looking at the quiet phones with an accusatory stare and really wondered where else she could go on her limited income.

She shielded her soft blue eyes as the door opened to the noon day sun. She assumed it was the other gaggle of Realtors returning from lunch, but when the door shut, one woman stood there.

She appeared to be in her late thirties, early forties and was dressed impeccably, far too fashionable for this part of the country. She drew off her sunglasses and blinked a few times as well.

Not truly a slim woman, but definitely couldn't be considered plump. Her hair was a deep chestnut and her rather striking amber eyes seemed to glow.

She strode forward and stood in front of Amanda's desk. "I need to talk to someone about purchasing a house."

Amanda looked around the office and then realized the only one that would possibly take this woman seriously would be her boss, a man who's version of grovel was far in it's advanced stages.

"One moment, Miss...?" Amanda was lifting the receiver to buzz her superior.

"Ms. Kathleen." The woman turned politely away and was surveying the office as Amanda spoke rapidly into the phone.

"Come with me, please," Amanda stood and led the woman back to her boss' office.

As she showed her in, Ms. Kathleen looked at her and said, "Stay here."

Amanda shrugged and sat in the chair by the door, listening.

"I need a house." Ms. Kathleen started. She put so much emphasis on the words, Amanda felt there might be something more behind it, although she was sure that her boss had completely missed the inflection. Sure enough the man launched into a happy bouncy tirade of one that knew a sale would occur.

"Well Miss, you've come to the right place you have. No place else to find a house but from a realtor's office, and we're the best in town." Amanda thought wryly, 'the only one in town'. "We may be a small town, but we have some excellent architectural examples here."

"I am hoping to find what I need already built, rather than having it built, but if it's near enough, I will agree to it and handle the additions later." Ms. Kathleen's voice was still soft, but the mere impact of her words spoke of money to spend.

"Well, let's start with what you're looking for, shall we?" The realtor briskly rubbed his hands together before pulling out several forms in front of him. "What kind of house are you looking for? How many bedrooms?"

Ms. Kathleen stretched slightly then, moving almost catlike before resting her chin on her fingers and staring at him. "Privacy is tantamount."

"Of course," He had dealt with this before, not from a quiet woman like this.

"Not just the house, all details and how I conduct business with you is not to be discussed, by both of you. Is that understood?" Her gaze was unfailing upon him.

He coughed then and broke the stare down, glancing down at his papers. "Of course, Miss."

"Very well then, privacy. Preferably upon an acre of land, secluded. It does not have to be fenced. A two to four bedroom, with the master bath having a large tub. I would need an additional guest bath. I like the idea of a basement, finished with a den and an additional unfinished room. Another bathroom there would be perfect."

"Oh..hmm, well there is a place I know about...but it's far outside of town. Now before you start, I know you said seclusion and privacy, but this is entirely unaccessible when the snow flies." The realtor risked a glance up.

"Show it to me," Ms. Kathleen's fingers had tightened on her purse.

"AMANDA!" 

Amanda jumped up from her seat. "Yes, Sir?"

*~*

The drive out to the house was quiet, which soothed this bizarre woman to no end. Amanda felt as if any conversation would be an intrusion upon this woman's thoughts. She did keep watch out of the corner of her eye, taking in the nervous gripping of the expensive purse by the well manicured and bejeweled fingers and the quiet appraisal of the town as they edged outwards towards the house.

As the pulled into the long drive to the house, it appeared as though the property had been neglected for some time. There was trash all over the place, and the landscaping had been overrun with weeds. Amanda looked around shaking her head, wondering once more why the boss had suggested this place. But as they pulled in front of the rancher, Ms. Kathleen became quite animated, yanking the door open before Amanda had completely stopped, and hopping out, gazing at the place.

Amanda struggled to keep up, fumbling with the keys momentarily before finding the right one. She opened the door and was practically pushed aside as Ms. Kathleen walked in, instantly searching around the interior. Finally she spoke.

"Lights! Do you have a floor plan?" The excitement was contagious and Amanda flicked the nearest light switch.

The dark mahogany detailed floor tiles leading to the sunken living room gleamed as though never forgotten and Ms. Kathleen practically laughed in delight. "Floor plan..now now NOW!"

Amanda yanked the paperwork from her tote and shoved it quickly at this unusual woman. "This is an older house, but has some nice sized rooms. This door to your right is to a larger than normal den, but it could be changed to a bedroom."

With a yelp, the woman grabbed the floor plan and went from room to room checking each detail. Amanda followed quietly after her, and was genuinely surprised to see her pull out a tape measure at one point.

Ms. Kathleen stopped at the basement stairs and took a deep breathe before giggling nervously and heading down them.

"Laundry area and family room. There was some nice storage places as well there, but they are unfinished and locked off. There is an old fruit cellar door on the outside of the house, leading down to there if you need the area." Amanda called down as she made her way after Ms. Kathleen. She heard a large crack and scurried down the stairs quickly.

Ms. Kathleen had somehow managed to get the lock off the door blocking the storage section and was peering through the dark.

She looked back at Amanda with the face of a small child discovering a playground. "No lights in here right? Do you have the key to the other door?"

Amanda didn't even bother to ask how she had managed to get the one lock off, but rifled through the keys she did have to locate the other key. She held it up in triumph and heard a quick "Well go open it, dear!" from the woman who had ventured into the darkness.

Amanda shook her head with confusion, but a small smile played across her lips.

She exited the front door and made her way around the side of the house where the aged door was placed. After carefully unlocking the bolt there, the doors were a tad heavy but creaked open. Sunlight flooded into the basement and there was Ms. Kathleen already in the middle of the storage area, covered from head to toe with cobwebs. As the light filtered through the flying dust, she glanced up at Amanda with a huge smile. "I'll take it." Ms. Kathleen cried out, and swung her arms around stirring up more dust. 

"Are you sure, Ma'am? I'm sure there are more suitable houses for you that are nearer to town. This is such an old fixer upper..I can't imagine why he said to show this to you." Amanda was sure that this couldn't be what Ms. Kathleen was looking for.

"Nope, this is the one, dear. Go fetch the paperwork. Oh, and," Ms. Kathleen chuckled, "make sure you bring back the bank information for a wire transfer."

*~*

Amanda had been back to the house several times with different forms of paperwork. Each time there seemed to be some improvement made, although there never seemed to be anyone about.

Today though was a different story. She had called Ms. Kathleen in advance, notifying her as usual of her impending visit. She had the final deeds prepared. Ms. Kathleen had managed to shock her and her boss at the same time when she insisted on purchasing the house out right. 

As she drove her car along the country road, she recalled the many rumors that had been flying in town about the activity out here. The many different orders that had come rapidly through the local lumber yard and hardware stores, as well the late night delivery vans from as far away as Los Angeles. Some local carpenters had ventured out this way, hoping to find work, but were politely denied.

Her breath caught as she pulled into the drive, noticing a huge earth mover to one side and the pile of debris from the weeds and junk that had gathered there over the years of neglect. There were several men working the yard with trowels and what appeared to be grass seed. Another truck was parked nearby with some large mature trees in buckets. Ms. Kathleen had definitely a no limit budget as for cleaning this place up. 

She pulled up to the front of the house and smiled. There were even men painting the exterior of the house. As she got out, she noticed that the basement doors were open on the side of the house. But as her car door shut, the doors came down with a bang. She looked oddly at the side of the house, but then made her way to the front door.

Ms. Kathleen was out of breath and laughing as she answered the bell's summons. "Hello Amanda. C'mon in. It's almost done."

Amanda made her way into the house, astounded at the transformations within the last month.

The sunken in living room now contained two plush couches arranged together in an intimate setting with a large coffee table between them. The fireplace had been remasoned and now opened out into the kitchen. She was led into the den and was pleased to see that this was one room that was completely finished. Ms. Kathleen had bookshelves all around the room and a large desk positioned with two chairs before it.

Ms. Kathleen sat down behind the desk and moved the mouse of her computer stopping the odd screen saver from rolling. "So what have you brought me today?"

Amanda settled comfortably in one of the chairs, and propped up her new briefcase in the other chair. After Ms. Kathleen's sizable commission to her office, her boss had eked out a small bonus. No longer a totebag to carry important papers. She drew out the deed and a checklist.

"This is for you." She handed over the Deed for Ms. Kathleen's perusal. "And the checklist we forgot a month ago. May we go over it now while you check that over?"

Ms. Kathleen waved her hand and continued reading.

"Okay, you already have your electricity and phones hooked up. Water seems to be running fine. Refuse has been picked up?"

Ms. Kathleen nodded as she read. "Yep, currently have it as a daily service. It will probably drop down to once a week at the end of this month."

"Right, ok. You seem to have found the local services just fine."

"I sign here?" Ms. Kathleen pointed to a line.

"Yes Ma'am," Amanda crossed off the checklist and signed it, setting it back in her briefcase and smiled politely across the desk. "I admire the fine work you've done restoring this place."

Ms. Kathleen's eyes swept up from the papers and a secretive smile played at her lips. "Yes, things have gone rather smoothly. There is still much left to do, but I imagine that by Autumn, my house should be ready for a house warming party."

Amanda thought quickly, remembering the condition of the house until now, and wondered what still needed to be done. But before she could voice her confusion, the door leading to the outer hall was opened and a man stepped in carrying a pitcher of pink lemonade with two glasses full of ice. He was a very attractive man, appearing to just out of the shower, the water still dewing on his unconcealed tanned shoulders.

Ms. Kathleen turned slightly to the disturbance and smiled. She ran a painted nail down the man's arm. "Ah, Mitchell..what a lovely thought. Such a good boy. Would you care for a drink, Amanda?"

Amanda had watched the little exchange with interest and barely found her voice. "Yes, please."

The man carefully poured the two glasses and seemed to just slip away.

Ms. Kathleen finally finished reviewing the deeds and signed her name with a flourish. "I think that does it! Good thing too, I've been so happy with my choice of this house."

Amanda signed as a witness and tucked the documents away. She lifted the lemonade glass in a paltry toast. "To your new home, Ms. Kathleen."

"Oh yes!" Ms. Kathleen clinked the glass and then laughed merrily.

Amanda smiled once more. The awkwardness of the previous moment passed.

"Do you have a few moments to spare me?" Ms. Kathleen had leaned back in her chair and was eyeing Amanda lazily.

"Sure. I'm not due back until after lunch." Amanda sipped her lemonade quietly.

"Are you happy in your job?" The bluntness of the question almost made Amanda choke, but she recovered and lifted her blue eyes toward the waiting woman's face.

She smiled, but her eyes lowered. "It's what I'm trained to do." The forced happiness in her voice came out all wrong. Sarcasm was easily detected.

"Know anything about computers, like office manager skills?" Ms. Kathleen drank a large swallow of lemonade, watching the girl before her.

"Well, yes. That was part of the education courses." Amanda paused as the door opened once again to admit another man, this one a bit older who went directly to Ms. Kathleen and leaned to whisper in her ear.

With a curt nod to the man, she rose and downed the rest of her drink. "We'll have to continue this discussion another time. I have a worker who is being lazy."

Amanda stood, extending her hand. "Of course. Thank you again and enjoy your new home!"

Ms. Kathleen shook the hand warmly and then made a beeline out the side door.

Amanda shrugged and set the lemonade glass down. As she gathered her briefcase and made her way to the door, a sharp crack drew her head around. She shrugged and continued out.

*~*

Kathleen coiled the whip looking down at Brandon.

"I don't want excuses. I want the job done. How dare you choose THAT particular moment to act up," She left the low bench and hung the whip back up against the warm stained wood shelves.

Mitchell arrived to one side and whispered softly, "She's gone, Mistress." 

"Dammit!" Kathleen flexed a crop, looking down at the errant slave that had caused the brevity of her prying interview.

Brandon was one of the slaves that thought it was all pain and pleasure and no obedience. He had been in trouble time and time again. He was also a very good plumber, which for Kathleen's purpose made him non-expendable at the moment. Brandon let out a soft whimper and then whispered hoarsely, "Mistress, I've missed you.."

The crop came down on the back of his thighs and he let out a yelp.

"As I've already explained, several times now Brandon, the work MUST be done. I will NOT be as lenient in the future when asking fellow Dommes for their best workers." Kathleen set down the crop and nodded to Mitchell.

Mitchell released Brandon of his restraints. He stepped back and then turned to finish his own tasks upstairs.

Kathleen grasped Brandon's hair and pulled him down to the room that he had been assigned.

"You know what I want. I gave you explicit details of the grotto. I also stated that the plumbing needed to be done so that I don't have to be worried about pipes freezing over in six months in the dead of winter. For you, a master plumber, it should be no big deal. So why with everyone else keeping on deadline, you are slacking off?"

Kathleen looked around the dusty interior of the room she had chosen to be the grotto. It was going to be gorgeous when finished. A lovely HUGE hot tub with boulders surrounding it. Right now though it was just a mess. The electricians had completed their part, including the soft recessed lighting even within several boulders that would be underwater. She missed Frik and Frak(as their Mistress' had named them) but they obviously wanted to please her and return to her side immediately for they set to work on their duties quickly and quietly. 

Brandon looked petulant but then nodded. "I've been delinquent in my duties. I understand the discipline that you've given me."

Kathleen looked sharply at the man on the floor beside her. His eyes told her most of the story though. He was still in training with a very good friend of hers. Kathleen knew that her friend wasn't into obedience as she was into it for the dominating sex. She should have realized this one wouldn't understand. But Dammit, that Amanda.

Kathleen nodded and said curtly, "Back to work." She left Brandon and continued back up to her office to mull over Amanda.

Kathleen had gotten vague impressions that Amanda may very well be a switch, but unrealized. She was definitely submissive when it came to getting her work done, but she had watched her over the last month with surprising efficiency when it came to that dullard of a man she worked for.

Now as she relaxed at her desk, she thought over possible scenarios as she flipped through the remaining work to be done. She needed a secretary. She had always hated paperwork. She needed Amanda. But would Amanda be willing to come work with her? *~*

It was the middle of September when Amanda received a heavily inscribed invitation in her personal mail. She tossed the usual ads aside(although that cheap pizza sounded pretty good, her budget would never allow it) and carefully opened the ivory envelope. 

It was an invitation to Ms. Kathleen's house warming. How nice! Amanda thought back a couple of months and remembered the lovely lady and the house that she was renovating. Amanda thought about the coming winter and being stuck all alone out there and then shrugged. Some folks like seclusion. Uh oh. It stated that it was formal. Amanda laughed softly to herself and looked around her small apartment. Far cry from being vogue, but it suited her life. She had lived so frugally, barely touching the money from her parents life insurance. Oh sure, she had dipped into it to get her education and her car, but most of it was still socked away in savings and a couple of certificates of deposit.

Just once she would really indulge. She laughed brightly. There weren't too many extravagant stores in her little town, but if there were going to be locals there, she wanted to make the best impression that she could.

She would ask for the day off! She would go shopping and then she would have the full day off to rest and prepare.

But as she went into the office the next day, her boss had received an invitation as well and refused to give her the time off. As she fretted, she calmed herself down with the knowledge that she would still be able to go shopping on Saturday before the party. *~*

"One more store," Amanda said quietly to herself. She had been disenchanted with the dresses available to her at the more upper class stores in the local mall. The formal dresses they offered seemed like bridesmaid clothes, or matronly women's wear.

She spotted a leather goods store and paused. Amanda had seen some very lovely full leather dresses work for a formal occasion and she decided to peek in and see what they had.


Amanda Ch. 01



It was Friday night and chestnut haired Amanda lay back on her bed and teased her pink nipples. Her sensitive breasts sent a wave of desire down the center of her body--a direct line, as it were, from nipple to clitoris. Her cotton panties were already starting to moisten. She looked at herself in the mirror opposite her bed and wondered, "Why can't I be like other girls?"

But Amanda was a typical teenager in most ways, still maturing physically and emotionally. She was of medium height, with arms and legs slender and toned from years of tennis and dance lessons. She had a flat stomach, narrow waist and the sweetest little round butt. Her skin was quite fair, almost pale, and without the least blemish of any kind--a complexion still in the full bloom of youth. Green eyes in a gorgeous, cover model face completed the package. 

Of course, Amanda was not the only pretty girl at her high school. But if you'd asked the boys they would have told you that what made Amanda different from the other girls was a certain indefinable quality, it was simply...perfection. If Helen had a face that launched a thousand ships, Amanda Peterson was the girl that produced a thousand wet dreams.

And if you'd asked those same horny teenaged boys what made Amanda so enticing, they would have agreed that on top of all her other assets, her lovely face, her abundant long dark hair, her great ass and legs, there was one feature that nobody could match: her spectacular tits. Although she tried to hide them with loose fitting tops and baggy sweaters, Amanda had breasts that could not be concealed. There was plenty of speculation about her bra size, but it was only speculation. None of the boys at school had come close to laying a hand on those beauties. And everyone, even her own mother, was amazed that those huge jugs were supported with grace and apparent ease on such a slender frame.

They hadn't begun to grow until quite late in her adolescence, but she quickly became the envy of every girl in school--and the lust object of every boy. Now at age eighteen, though still not fully developed, they were even bigger. In spite of their size and heft, the pull of gravity was almost imperceptible. The nipples and aureoles were a pale pink no darker than the color of her skin, and both stuck out slightly from the exquisite line of her breasts. A girl in Amanda's gym class called them 'puffy nipples.' Amanda just thought they looked weird.

Now, as she pinched those pink puffies hard and felt the juices run in her snatch, Amanda continued to look at her reflection. There was a small furrow between her eyebrows as she pondered her misfortune. "I'm such a freak," she thought. "Why did I get stuck with these huge boobs?" She was so ashamed of her jugs that she rarely dated and never went to school dances for fear her dance partner might brush against them accidentally.

She tried to think about other things. Earlier that day Amanda and the other seniors at her high school were told they would be required to do a service learning project. It meant doing volunteer work in the community, and would involve many hours beyond the regular school day. When the project was announced she didn't groan and complain like the other students. Amanda had always felt the need to be helpful, and service learning seemed like just another extension of that impulse. She also thought of the project as an early step on the path to her career goal, becoming a registered nurse.

Her thoughts soon returned to her breasts, though. In the gym locker room that day she was extremely self-conscious about her huge titties, as usual. Amanda never felt comfortable being naked with the girls. For reasons she didn't at all understand, exposing herself in the locker room made her nipples stiffen. When this happened she was careful to hide her hard nips. "My, it's cold in here!" she was ready to explain to anyone who noticed. It was just one more thing that made Amanda believe she was a freak.

In the showers she had turned just as a cute blonde cheerleader bent over to pick up her shower gel, and Amanda felt a kind of jolt as she caught a glimpse of the girl's pink pussy lips. She didn't know why. Amanda never considered for a moment that she might be sexually attracted to other girls--that was disgusting. Only nasty dyke girls felt like that, and she was certainly not one of them!

That night alone in her bedroom, Amanda looked away from her image in the mirror and glanced around the room. It was a little girl's room in many ways. The furniture was chosen by her parents years ago. Her bed was a four poster, with frilly ruffles at the canopy and pillows, and there were stuffed animals scattered around. Her gaze returned to her reflection in the mirror. "What am I doing?" she asked herself. "How weird am I?" She was twisting both her nipples and there was now a dark wet spot on the gusset of her panties. 

"Oh, fuck it," she sighed, feeling a little naughty. Amanda reached down with one hand and caressed the lips of her sex through her moist knickers. She had never had an orgasm, at least she didn't think so, but touching herself this way felt awfully good. After a few minutes she slipped her hand inside her panties and trailed a finger up her wet slit. Finding her clit she tickled it gently with the tip of her forefinger. With the other hand she squeezed her massive tits together, trying to pull on both nipples at once. 

Focusing on a large poster of Justin Timberlake, Amanda rubbed her finger faster and faster over her engorged clit. She shivered with pleasure, but the release never came. Sometime later the lovely Amanda drifted off to sleep with her hand between her thighs, still feeling unsatisfied. Exactly what she was missing though, she couldn't have explained if she tried.

* * *

On Saturday, Amanda set out to begin her school project. Within walking distance from her house was a residential institution for the mentally disturbed and handicapped. She reasoned that a place like that would probably need extra help, and the experience would look great on her college applications. She was a little apprehensive about working with mentally impaired people--what if she were attacked by some psycho?--but she told herself she was being a chicken and hurried on.

The building was a modern one story brick affair that rambled over a neatly trimmed lawn. From the outside it was impossible to tell that lunatics resided there, but it was well known in the neighborhood. Amanda took a deep breath and went inside. After a brief interview in Human Resources she was taken to meet the director of nursing, Nurse Constance.

Amanda thought Nurse Constance was pretty young to be director of nursing. She appeared to be only in her mid to late twenties. In fact she was 34, but she was very fit, and her stylish clothes, smooth skin and short hair made her look much younger. Nurse Constance looked Amanda up and down, openly appraising her, and smiled. "Yes, of course we can use some help," she said. "There are two student interns I'd like you to meet." 

They found Tiffany and Faith in the employee lounge smoking cigarettes. The two girls were both sophomore nursing students at a nearby university and the internship was a requirement for their program. "Hey Nurse Constance," Tiffany drawled, as a slow smile spread across her face. "Who ya got there?" Faith blew out a cloud of smoke and introduced herself. Then Tiffany offered a hand which Amanda shook after waving away a cloud of smoke. 

The coeds were both twenty years old and pretty, but there the similarity ended. Tiffany had long dirty-blonde hair, a suntan, and an appealing all-American sort of face. Her body was curvy and voluptuous, with a hint of baby fat. Faith was her opposite physically. She had a petite slender frame, very pale skin, and her hair was jet black and shoulder length. She was more punk princess than girl next door.

The girls looked sexier in their nursing uniforms than seemed quite right, and Amanda realized that their skirts were shortened to show a good bit of leg, and their tops were unbuttoned far enough to see some cleavage. 

Amanda was feeling downright old-fashioned in one of her mother's business suits that had been altered to fit and a pair of sensible low heeled pumps. She was surprised by the appearance of the two interns. Nurse Constance seemed to read her mind. "Don't worry if these two appear a little unconventional," she said. "They actually do some excellent work for me." The two college students traded a look with Nurse Constance and smirked. 

Nurse Constance went on, addressing her interns, "It wouldn't be a bad idea if you two at least tried to look and behave like nursing students. You know smoking is not permitted in the building."

"Aw, chill out Nurse Ratched," said Faith. "You know we do our jobs." 

"Yes, you're both very, uh, reliable. Come with me, Amanda. Let's go take care of the paperwork and you can start after school on Monday." The girls exchanged another significant look with Nurse Constance. Amanda thought that something was not kosher, but couldn't imagine what it might be.

* * *

On Monday Amanda got a tour of the facility, and her fears of homicidal maniacs were quickly put to rest. The patients housed in the building seemed docile, even child-like as they were led through various therapies. Amanda did have a momentary fright when she met one of the residents. He was astonishingly huge, the biggest human being Amanda had ever seen. "He must be seven feet tall," she thought. He was also incredibly ugly with a look of pure, imbecile stupidity on his face. But his shy manner was not in the least threatening and Nurse Constance led him by the hand like a little boy to the cafeteria. 

After seeing to the patients' dinner, Nurse Constance took Amanda to the staff table where Faith and Tiffany sat with a handsome African American in a white lab coat. "Amanda, this is Dr. Scott. Dr. Scott, our new volunteer, Amanda Peterson." They shook hands, she a little nervously. Amanda had recognized him immediately as the NBA star who'd retired from basketball some years earlier. He was justly famous for attending medical school during the off season and doing his residency shortly after the end of his basketball career.

At age forty or so, Derek Scott was still a very athletic specimen. About six foot six and 240 pounds, he looked like he could still hold his own on the court with just about anyone. The impressionable young teenager took in the white shirt and silk tie showing under of his lab coat, the dark wool trousers and the shiny black size-sixteen wing tips. What she didn't know was that he had been forced to resign his position at a prominent East Coast hospital because of 'certain improprieties.'

"It's very nice to meet you," she stammered, blushing. Amanda realized that she had just looked him over from head to toe. He only grinned and shook her hand politely. Her hand almost disappeared in his enormous paw and the young schoolgirl felt herself blushing again.

"Hey Derek, I think she likes you," said Faith, snickering. Tiffany and Nurse Constance also laughed as if this were a terribly witty remark, and Amanda felt even more uncomfortable. 

"Don't let them bother you," Dr. Scott spoke up. "They're just picking on you because you're the new kid." He scowled at the three women. "Be nice, now," and addressing himself to Nurse Constance, "See you at ten?" He then excused himself to go back to work. Kid? Amanda thought.

The rest of the shift passed quickly as the two interns taught Amanda the ropes. When it was almost time for Amanda to go home, Faith and Tiffany led her to the employee lounge. Just before reaching it they walked by a long narrow horizontal window set into the wall at eye level. 

"What's in there?" asked Amanda.

"Oh, you've got to see this," said Tiffany punching in a number on the keypad by the door. Inside was a soundproof room with a sturdy exam table in the center. At the table's sides were heavy leather straps clearly designed to hold down a person's arms and legs, and underneath were several levers and cranks and motors for raising and lowering different sections. A row of cabinets with a sink lined one wall, while a leather sofa and chairs was arranged along another.

"What's it for?"

"This is where they bring the nut jobs if they flip out and try to murder each other," Faith said.

"Oh my God!" Amanda cried. "Does that happen often?"

"She's just trying to scare you," said Tiffany. "They use this room when somebody needs to be restrained. It doesn't happen a lot."

"Oh, OK," said Amanda. "But why do they have the nice furniture in here?"

"Somebody on staff has to sit in here whenever a client is restrained. It can be all night sometimes."

"Yeah, and it's a great party room!" said Faith. "Get the lights, would ya, Tiff?"

"What--"

"The thing is," explained Tiffany, "that window is a one-way mirror. We can't see out, but when the lights are off nobody can see in here, either."

"So..."

"So we come in here to get high. We can play music and nobody can hear a thing through these walls." With that the interns led Amanda to the couch and seated her between them. Just enough light came through the window to see each other's faces. Faith switched on a radio tuned to the local hip hop station. Tiffany pulled a joint from her cigarette pack and lit up. 

"Are you crazy?" said Amanda. "What if Nurse Constance catches you?"

"Relax. Nurse Constance is cool, even if she acts like a bitch."

Tiffany passed the joint to Amanda, who refused it. Tiffany sighed and handed it to Faith. "Don't you like to smoke weed?" Tiffany asked as Faith filled her lungs with the sweet smelling smoke.

"I—I've only done it a few times, and it made me feel so weird," the brunette teen answered. 

As it happened, the one and only time Amanda had been fucked was the result of a combination of beer and marijuana having broken down her inhibitions. Her ravisher, an older guy she had met at the beach, had been clever enough to leave her tits alone, knowing somehow that she was self conscious about them. The sex was brief and not very memorable, but it had left Amanda deflowered and hesitant to smoke reefer again.

"Yeah, no shit," giggled Tiffany. Isn't that the idea?" The coeds passed the joint several times as Amanda continued to just say no.

"It makes me horny," said Faith a few minutes later when the joint was just a smoldering roach. 

"Oh yeah!" agreed Tiffany. "I could use a big fat dick right about now!"

"What about you, Mandy?" asked Faith. "Do you like dick?"

"What, me? Um, I don't know..." she trailed off weakly. 

"You don't know? Maybe you like girls, then?"

"Ugh! That's gross! I would never—"

"Don't knock it till you've tried it, right Tiff?"

"Right, babe. In fact, I like what I see here in front of me."

"You got that shit right. Shall we?" With that, each of the stoned coeds took one of Amanda's hands.

"Hey--" 

"Shh, don't be scared." The horny interns leaned in from each side and began to nuzzle the sides of her face and neck.

"Stop that..." she said, but they ignored her as Tiffany nibbled gently at her throat while Faith breathed hotly in her ear. Amanda felt a buzz of desire. This is crazy, she thought. Now Tiffany was kissing the side of her neck while Faith ran her lips across the girl's ear, her neck, the side of her face. "Oh," she gasped. Her mouth was suddenly very dry and her breath came in short rasps.

But when Faith placed a hand on her breast, the spell was broken. Amanda was way too hung up about her breasts to be okay with this, and she jumped up and practically ran to the door. It was locked. "Let me out!" she said angrily.

"Aw, don't be that way," said Faith. "We're just having a little fun. If you relax you might like it."

"No way! I'm not letting you touch me! Now let me out or I'll scream!"

"You can scream all you want, nobody can hear you," Tiffany said. "But we don't want to give you a hard time. Let her out, Faith."

"Alright, alright. Just give me a little kiss and I'll let you out."

"I'm not kissing you, you pervert!"

"Look kid, I know the combination and you don't, so if you want to go you'll have to give it up. Just a little peck."

"Just a little peck?"

"Yeah. On the mouth, of course."

"Fine, but make it quick. And I'm not a kid. You're only, like, two years older than me."

"Whatever. Now pucker up, baby."

Amanda closed her eyes and puckered. When Faith's lips touched hers she instantly tried to pull back, but the older girl's hand was at the back of her head. When she began to protest her lips parted, allowing Faith's tongue to slip into her mouth. Amanda started to push her away, but somehow the horror of another girl's tongue in her mouth just wasn't that horrible. Faith's lips were soft, unlike the boys she'd kissed, and as the tongue swirled in her mouth she felt a tingling begin to build in her cootchie. In spite of her anger and humiliation she felt aroused. She knew that if she touched them now she would find her panties soaking wet. Her own tongue slid into Faith's mouth.

"Ooo yeah, that's hot!" Amanda opened her eyes to find that Tiffany was watching from just a foot or two away. She snapped out of her trance and pushed free.

"Alright. We had a bargain. Now let me out."

"We were just starting to have fun, baby," said Faith.

"Now!"

"Sure thing, sweetheart," Faith said, unlocking the door. "We'll see you around."

By the time Amanda got home she was in a state of total confusion. She couldn't deny that making out with Faith had made her incredibly hot--as hot as she'd ever been in her life. Did it mean she was gay? Was she going to start hanging out with the field hockey team, and quit shaving her legs? No, of course not! What the hell had happened?

Standing in front of the full length mirror on the back of her bedroom door, she quickly stripped off her clothes. She looked at her body as objectively as she could, and wondered if Faith and Tiffany (and Dr. Scott) thought she was attractive. "Am I a lesbian?" she asked herself. 

With that she pulled back the covers and threw herself down on the bed. Her fingers went straight to her sensitive nipples. "Ohh," she cried, "fuck!" One hand delved into her slippery pink folds and found her clit. Her mouth fell open and her eyes closed. This is it, she thought. I'm going to have an orgasm. She rubbed her clit faster and a series of small moans escaped her throat, one after another.

Just as the pleasure built to a level that seemed impossible to sustain there was a knock at the door. 

"Amanda, can I come in?" her mother called.

"Uh, just a second!" She grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to her chin just as her mom came into the room.

"Hi, honey. I wanted to ask how things went tonight."

"Fine Mom, fine." She felt very exposed with only the thin sheet covering her naked body. Amanda's mother, who had been only twenty when her daughter was born, looked at her with concern. The young brunette's face was flushed and covered with beads of sweat.

"Honey, are you alright? Are you feverish?" She was about to put her hand on her daughter's forehead when the scent of pussy reached her nostrils. It clicked immediately. Amanda had been masturbating.

"It's okay Mom, I'm not sick. I--I just walked home really fast and I got overheated."

"That's fine, honey. I'll let you get back to--I mean, I'll let you get some rest now, and we'll talk tomorrow." Her mother turned so that Amanda wouldn't see the smile on her face. "Goodnight dear."

Amanda took a deep breath, relieved that she hadn't been caught playing with herself. She sighed. The mood was lost. She turned off the light and rolled onto her side to go to sleep.




Amanda Ch. 01



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Back at the institution on Friday, Amanda was in a much better frame of mind. Tiffany and Faith hadn't been there during Amanda's Wednesday shift, and she had spent a good part of the evening working with Dr. Scott. He was funny and charming and the sweet teen developed something of a crush on the handsome doctor. He was unfailingly polite and hadn't shown the least interest in her sexually--it was a little disappointing, really. Amanda was accustomed to men of all ages flirting and even openly hitting on her, but Dr. Scott treated her like a kid sister. She began to open up and feel very comfortable with him.

Faith and Tiffany hadn't mentioned anything about the events of Monday evening, and by the time the end of their shift rolled around they were all friendly again. The two interns were chatting with the tall doctor outside the employee lounge as Amanda walked up.

"Hey kid, we're going outside to get high," said Faith. "Wanna come with us? You're coming, right Derek?" 

"Sure thing," he answered.

"Dr. Scott! Really?" Amanda was shocked.

"Why not? I find that a little marijuana is medically sound after a long week."

The girls all laughed. Amanda wasn't sure what to do. She was a little afraid to smoke dope with the two college students, but she also didn't want Dr. Scott to think she was a 'just a kid.' Getting high with him would be a good chance to hang out on a more adult level. Maybe if she only took a few drags it wouldn't affect her judgment too badly.

"Okay, let's go," she said.

They stepped out a back door into the cool evening. Tiffany once again pulled a joint from her pack of Marlboro Lights and fired it up. She passed it to Dr. Scott, who took a hit before handing it to Faith. She inhaled deeply and passed it to Amanda. She only hesitated slightly before taking a hit. A little concerned that she would embarrass herself by coughing, the teenager didn't suck as much smoke into her lungs as she might have. She passed the joint back to Tiffany.

The joint went around several more times, but Amanda only accepted it twice more, remembering her earlier resolve. What she didn't know was that the weed was very high quality bud and it was laced with opium. The others smoked this mixture on a regular basis and they had built up something of a tolerance.

By the time the joint was gone everyone was stoned, but Amanda was totally ripped. 

"Oh wow," she said. "I feel sooo relaxed." She started to giggle.

"Somebody's wasted," said Faith in a stage whisper. Amanda thought this was funny and giggled some more. 

"You two keep her out of sight," said Dr. Scott. "I need to go finish my rounds."

"Where you goin' sweet thang?" Amanda gurgled.

"I'll catch you later, baby," he grinned. Amanda didn't see the wink he gave the two college girls. They stayed outside so that Faith and Tiffany could smoke a cigarette. Amanda was in a great mood. She felt like nothing could upset her, that she was ready for anything.

"So wha'd'ya say baby?" Faith began. "You wanna pick up where we left off the other night?"

"What?" Amanda laughed. Everything was funny.

"You know, you and me, a little tongue action."

"Huh?" the stoned teenager said stupidly.

"Kiss me, you goddam little tease," and with that Faith wrapped her arms around the hot teen and stuck her tongue in the girl's mouth. Amanda's eyes opened wide but she didn't freak out. The dope she had smoked dulled her mind but inflamed her senses. A small part of Amanda's brain was outraged, but it felt so good she just stood there and passively let the older girl kiss her.

Faith grabbed a handful of chestnut brown hair and placed the other hand on Amanda's leg. Kissing passionately, the naughty coed slid her hand higher up Amanda's thigh until her fingers brushed against damp panties. "Stop," the sexy teenager said, but weakly. Her pussy tingled madly and her tits were aching to be squeezed. 

Faith lifted her mouth from Amanda's and looked at her. There was a troubled, confused expression on the face of the gorgeous teenager, but she didn't try to remove the hand from her thigh. Faith took this as a green light. She caught Tiffany's eye, and the blonde moved in behind Amanda and began to kiss the nape of her neck while Faith explored the young girl's cunt lips through her panties. 

"No--" she said, but when Faith began to rub her vulva in earnest Amanda's head tipped back and her mouth fell open. Tiffany used her knee to move the teen's legs apart slightly, allowing her to reach the girl's pussy from behind. Her hand went up Amanda's skirt and inside her panties. 

In no time at all Tiffany was drilling the young brunette's sopping pussy with two fingers while Faith was rubbing her clit. Having learned from their first experience with the busty teen, they left her tits alone--for now. 

Amanda said, "No...no...no," almost rhythmically, but the words didn't hold any conviction--they came out as moans. Her body was completely given over to sensation. There was a need building inside her, and she had to satisfy it. Nothing else mattered, including her dignity, as the experienced fingers of the college coeds worked her pussy.

"Oh my God, yes," Amanda said. "Fuck my pussy with your fingers!" She was grinding her mound against Faith's hand while Tiffany's fingertips caressed her G-spot. "Yes, yes, yes..."

Faith shot a look at Tiffany and they grinned. Amanda's first-ever orgasm was fast approaching. "Yes! Oh, fuck yes! Yes...yes...YESSS! AHH—mmph!" Faith clamped a hand over the brunette teen's mouth as her world exploded. She was aware of nothing except pleasure and a tremendous sense of relief. Her limbs trembled with the aftershocks, but Tiffany and Faith didn't let up. 

Amanda's juices were running down Tiffany's hand and the blonde coed was able to slip a third finger inside the bucking, spasming girl. Amanda reached another peak even higher than the first, and she bit down on Faith's hand to keep from screaming. Her pleasure was so great that something snapped in her brain--synapses parted, wires tore loose--who knew it could be this good? Her body gave a lurch and then sagged. Amanda had passed out.

Stay tuned for Part Two...



Amanda Ch. 01



Poor Allison had no idea how jealous her mother was of her. Amanda had been divorced from Allison's father for nearly four years. Since then she had had no luck with men, and then the jealousy started. Allison reminded her of herself in many ways. When Allison turned 18, she decided to let her boyfriend move in for a few months, as he had family problems. A few months turned into 2 years, and Amanda grew fond of John.

John treated her daughter like a princess but she never seemed to appreciate it. Amanda always thought that Allison took after her father.

Amanda noticed the disappointment in John's eyes as he said goodbye to Allison that morning. He came back into the kitchen, his blue eyes looking empty. "I didn't want her to go this weekend. I tried to make her feel guilty, but it only made things worse." He said.

"That was a stupid thing to do," she said. "You know how much she loves her job. "I know," John replied. "Do you want some coffee?"

"I'd love some."

With Johns back turned, Amanda thought it time to play her game. Completing her eyelashes she flicked some of the black mascara on to her white blouse, just above her nipple.

"Shit!" She exclaimed.

John quickly turned around looking concerned. 

"Don't just stand there John," She shouted at him. "Get a damp cloth!"

He picked up a cloth and soaked it under the cold water tap. "Quickly, wipe it off before it stains!" She told him.

"I can't do it." He said holding out the cloth.

"I can't do it myself! I have just done my nails, I can't get them wet." She said.

Amanda's nipple instantly stiffened as the cold, wet cloth soaked her breast. Removing the cloth, Johns jaw dropped. Having deliberately left her bra off, she knew that John was now staring right through her blouse.

"Quick, rub it some more I can still see the stain!" She shrieked, not wanting to give John any time to think.

"Fucking hell Amanda, I mean ... you're not wearing a bloody bra!" He shrieked.

"Who cares," she shouted at him. "I don't always wear one. Just wipe it will you."

Hesitantly, he went back to rubbing the stain, and her breast. Amanda felt another wet patch forming, but this time it was in her panties. Her lower lip began to quiver as she wondered if Johns rubbing was taking on a whole new meaning. She couldn't be sure if it was deliberate, but every so often she felt his thumb touching her nipple.

Suddenly, aware of the situation he stopped and turned away. "Oh it doesn't matter; it's an old blouse anyway." Amanda said.

John threw the cloth into the sink and went back to pouring the coffee. Amanda knew she had unsettled him. But she was enjoying herself too much to stop there. 

She undone the top button on her blouse and pushed her chest out. John turned around with the coffee and gasped. His eyes quickly moved to the breast that was still showing through her blouse. It looked so inviting as the thin, wet material clung tightly to her soft flesh.

Amanda smiled as she took her coffee and lit a cigarette. He stood watching her breast rise and fall as she inhaled and then exhaled the smoke.

"Well, I guess I better go change before I'm late for work." She smiled.

John was left standing in the kitchen as he tried to digest what had just happened. Had his girlfriend's mother just come onto him?

Later that evening Amanda arrived home to find John sat at the kitchen table engrossed in his laptop. Looking up as he watched her breeze into the kitchen, he suddenly felt nervous in her presence. He quickly stood up and walked to the kitchen sink, trying to hide his nervous state.

"How has your day been? Coffee?" He stumbled.

"Yes please John," she smiled at his shyness. "You're such a sweet boy."

With his back turned she walked up to John and placed her hands on his arms. "It's ok John, there's no need to be shy. I shouldn't have teased you like that this morning." She said.

"It's ok; I know it wouldn't have happened if Allison was here." He said.

"I'm glad she isn't here," She whispered into his ear. "It's nice to spend some time alone with you." 

With that, Amanda slid a hand down to his crotch and pressed her body in to his. "How can you say that?" he groaned. "She's your daughter."

"Does that bother you?" she said, now squeezing his bulge. "From where I'm standing it doesn't seem like it."

"Oh, Amanda," he gasped. "Oh, please stop."

His words, spoken through groans, excited her as she squeezed harder and rubbed his cock. "I've seen the way you look at me, you want this don't you?" 

"Yes, yes I want this." He answered fiercely.

With two hands Anna reached for his belt and began to unbuckle him. John grabbed the sink and groaned loudly as his breathing grew shallow. But as Amanda went to free his cock, Johns mobile began vibrating next to the sink. They both looked at the flashing screen and read "Allison".

John shook his head and pushed Anna away. "Get away from me!" He hissed before answering the phone.

Typical Allison she thought. Always turning up when she's not wanted. Amanda smiled as she left the kitchen. Her pride slightly damaged, but there would be another time. 

Flinging herself on to her bed she gave out a deep sigh of frustration. She badly wanted some cock. A few moments ago she was certain it would be Johns, but now she would settle for anyone.

Lighting a cigarette, her body welcomed the rush of nicotine as she lay in silence. Only the sound of her lips sucking on the filter and then the exhale of smoke could be heard. All she could think about was John. Then, her hand slid in to her panties as she closed her eyes.

The following morning Amanda slid into her black silk night dress and put on some fresh lipstick. Her reflection in the mirror looked wantonly sexy. 

"Morning Amanda would you like some coffee?" he asked.

"Yes please." she replied.

Amanda pretended not to notice the look on his face as he handed her the coffee. His eyes were almost popping out of his head as they scanned the length of her mature body.

"Be a sweetheart and pass my cigarettes out of the cupboard." she said.

His back turned, she loosened the tie around her dress, revealing the tops of her soft creamy breasts. She fought hard not to laugh as he handed her the cigarettes.

Amanda lit a cigarette, pretending to be unaware as he stood in silence watching her. Each breath of smoke kept her calm as she grew excited at the thought of what his young mind was thinking.

"You look beautiful." He muttered.

Amanda sat back and looked up at him. "Thank you." She said taking a seductive drag from her cigarette. 

"Are you playing games with me, Amanda?" he asked. "Do you want me to play games with you?" she smiled. "I like games." She teased him, sliding a hand inside her dress.

The desire in John's eyes raged as he watched her cup her breast. "Have you forgotten about Allison?" He said trying to remain strong.

Amanda took one final drag from her cigarette before stubbing it out. Looking deep into his eyes she exhaled slowly and seductively. "Makes it more exciting, don't you think?" she said softly.

John tried hard to remain composed but they both knew his will power was rapidly fading. Amanda grabbed a hold of her dress and slowly pulled it open. Her nipples instantly stiffened as the cool air touched her skin. "What are you waiting for?" she whispered.

"You're a bad woman, Amanda." He groaned.

"So why don't you punish me, John." 

His big blue eyes stared hungrily at her breasts. He noticed how more rounded and full they were compared to Allison's.

Amanda stood and perched herself onto the edge of the table, her dress slid down her arms to reveal the whole of her naked body. John stood frozen to the spot, unable to look anywhere but her shaven pussy. 

"Come here, little boy." She smiled. Pouting with her eyes wide with mischief, she reached for his pants and tugged at his zip. John ran his hands up her legs before taking her breasts in his hands. 

"Oh, god." She moaned as he caressed them gently. Amanda began to feel an instant rush of pleasure as he squeezed harder on her breasts. Her skilful hands freed his young cock, sliding smoothly over his rigid pole.

"I'm so wet," she groaned. "I've never been this wet before."

Amanda squirmed as John reached between her legs and cupped her pussy. Grabbing the back of her head, he slid two fingers deep inside her sticky hole.

"Do it," she urged him. "Make me cum."

Then, as she began to moan, he pulled her head towards him and kissed her passionately. Desperate to be fucked, Amanda grabbed his cock and pumped him hard.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, bitch." 

He pushed her back on to the table, grunting like an animal.

"I'm going to fuck you hard and then fill your pussy with cum."

"Come on then, give it to me. Stick it in deep." She panted. 

Amanda lifted her legs and looked down at her pussy. John violently thrust into her, jolting her backwards. She could only scream as the thick head of his cock spread her lips and proceeded to fuck her. He grabbed her breasts and, with more force, slammed his cock deep inside her body. 

"Oh, god, you're good." She moaned.

"How much do you like my cock?" He grunted. "I love it." She whimpered.

John suddenly withdrew his cock and began to rub his helmet over her clit.

"Oh, god, don't tease me you little shit." She hissed.

"Tell me what you want?" he grinned.

"I want you to fuck me!" she screamed.

"I want you to beg for it, tell me what a dirty whore you are and beg for it." He said.

"Oh, god..." she groaned as he nudged the tip of his cock inside her.

"Go on, tell me." He said.

As she felt his cock slide a little deeper inside of her she clamped her pussy around his cock and sucked him in. "Oh, fuck, Amanda." He grunted trough clenched teeth. 

With his cock trapped inside her aching pussy she lifted her head and looked into his eyes.

"Fuck me ... oh, oh, fuck me like a dirty whore ... oh, god. I'm cumming! She shrieked.

He grabbed her hips and thrust harder, sensing the pleasure washing through her, he fucked her as hard as he could. Amanda was gasping and grunting as Johns cock pushed her to a second orgasm. She threshed uncontrollably, bucking her hips as her pussy brought him to climax. Amanda smiled as she felt the cock inside her twitch. Several grunts filled the room as he flooded his hot cum deep into her body. 

"We could fuck like this every day." She said tying her dress together.

"What about Allison?" he sighed pulling up his pants.

Amanda looked at John before glancing at the clock.

"Is that the time already?" She chuckled. "I better get ready for work, otherwise I'll be late."



Amanda Ch. 01



"Hey Jared," my sister Amanda said.

"Oh, hey Amanda. What's up?" I said.

Even though Amanda was my sister, we never had a lot of small talk.

"Not much. Just enjoying the last few days of summer break," I said.

It was early August and the private school we went to started earlier than usual. Amanda and I were both 18. We already had our uniforms and supplies. Our parents were out of town at their 20th high school reunion.

"So, want to help me?" Amanda asked, "I have do the laundry and you need to help. I've done over half the list."

"Sure, I'll be down in a second," I said, logging out of Facebook.

I knew better then to not help. I had once not mowed the lawn one week and got grounded for a week. I walked down the laundry room to see Amanda bent over pulling some clothes from the dryer with her butt in the air. Now would be a good time to describe us. Amanda was taller with dirty blonde hair. She was no Victoria Secret model, but she was pretty good looking. She usually had a boy around her, but not now. I was a bit smaller then Amanda, not overly muscular with longer hair.

"Alrighty, what do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Fold these while I put in the next load," Amanda said walking over with a load of colorful laundry.

She plopped them down on the little table and walked back to the washer. I picked up the piece of clothing on top of the pile.

"What is this?" I asked, holding out the skinny piece of clothing.

"That is one of my thongs. I already washed and folded all of your clothes and now you're going to help me with mine," she said, not even stopping from her work.

"Ok," I said going back to her panties.

There were many different types of her panties to fold. Some were just three strings and some had colorful lace. Some were just one color while others had colorful designs.

"So, do you like them?" Amanda asked.

"Um, yeah? They are really colorful," I said jokingly.

"You should put them on them," Amanda said, with a tone of seriousness.

"Oh, um I was...," I trailed off because of the look she was giving me, so meekly; I asked "which one?"

"Go run upstairs and put this one on," she said smiling, tossing me a red thong with a black bow on the front.

I quickly walked up the stairs into the bathroom and locked the door. I stepped out of my baggy shorts and pulled off my boxers. I stepped into the panties and started to untwist them. I slowly pulled them up my legs till I reached my penis. I tucked it down, bending it to face backward. I then snuggly pulled up my new panties till they were in place. I took a minute to feel my penis through the silky material. I quickly slid my shorts back up my legs and walked back down.

"How do they feel?" Amanda asked, looking up from her task.

"Different," I said.

I stood there and she just looked at me for a few seconds. Then she looked down at the pile and back at me.

"Do you like wearing them?" she asked.

"They're different I guess," I mumbled.

"Oh, alright. Help me take these up to my room," Amanda said, taking her neatly folded panties in the hamper.

I followed up the stair behind her to her room, the entire time getting used to the new sensation of the panties. When we got to her room, she went over to her stand up dresser and I sat down on her flowery bed. She turned around and looked at me again.

"Here," she said, tossing me a small pink thing, "get out of those shorts and put on this. If you're going to wear panties, you might as well wear more."

"Oh come on Amanda," I started pleading, "why do I have too?"

"Oh you can decide not to. But I was thinking of having some friends over later. SINGLE friends," she whispered seductively, "If you want to be invited to meet them, you may want to listen."

"Alright," I said and I walked out of her room and walked to the bathroom.

Although it my have been embarrassing, I had been single for a bit too long, I wasn't letting this opportunity pass by. I dropped my shorts and put the pink bundle on the counter top. I stepped out of my sports shorts and picked up the piece of clothing. It was short shorts. They were from the Victoria Secret PINK with the word slut across the butt. I stepped into them and pulled them up till I felt it enter my crack. The red trim on the bottom of them came down to my mid-thigh and left me feeling exposed. 

"You look good in those," my sister said as I reentered the room.

"Thanks," I said sheeply.

"Two more things I want you to wear," Amanda said.

She tossed me two more articles or clothing and I left with them. Arguing was now pointless with a reward of hot single friends at the end. When I got back into the bathroom I took off my shirt and picked up the black piece of clothing. It was a bra. I slid my arms through the arm holes and fumbled to get it hooked in the back. It must have been padded because it was heavy and when I looked in the mirror, I had small boobs. After I got it hooked, I picked up the white tank top and forced it on. It was a tight fit. With the material stretched, you could clearly see the bra through it and the spaghetti straps couldn't hide the bra straps. I smoothed out my new clothes and walked back to my sister's room.

"Well you just look adorable. Do you like your new outfit?" Amanda asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"Um, kind of?" I said, feeling very self-conscious.

"You look good. So, it'll be a few hours till my friends are here. You may want to mow the lawn," Amanda said.

"Yeah I probably should," I said, reaching for the pile of my guy clothes.

"Not so fast. You should mow the lawn as is, if you want to meet my friends," Amanda said sternly, giving me the strict look.

"But come on! Doing it for you is one thing. Out there it's another!" I reasoned.

"Oh don't be a little girl! All you have to do is the back yard, which is fenced in completely! Nobody will see you," she shot back, killing my chance of winning.

"Alright," I said, turning to walk out of her room.

"Not so fast cowboy. What she size are you?" Amanda asked.

"5," I said sheeply.

I wasn't the biggest guy in my school. Puberty had yet to hit me, leaving me a runt. I had still not shaven.

"Oh good. My shoes will fit you. Here. These are fish net stockings. Go take off your shorts, put these on, put back on your shorts, and then put on these, my pink converse," she instructed me.

I quickly did as I was told and changed. When I was done, I cautiously went to the backdoor. Opening it slowly, I peeked my head outside. Empty. Good. I quickly jogged over to the shed and pulled out the push mower. I spent the next hour in total humiliation mowing the lawn. When I was done, I quickly put away the mower and ran back into the house.

"I'm done," I yelled into the house.

"Ok, good, now come up here," Amanda yelled from her room.

I kicked off my shoes and walked up the stairs to Amanda's room. I got up to her room and knocked on the door.

"Come in," she said.

I entered her room, which was just cleaned, and looked around. Her room was mostly pink and had small red flowers. Her bed was white with different colored flowers on it.

"Ok. You have a couple choices here. You can have your nails done or your make up done. Now for your clothes. You can wear this black skirt with panties, bra, tights, and wig or you can wear my new bikini with high heels," she said.

"Oh. I thought I could just change... I'll choose nails and bikini I guess," I said, hoping to avoid wearing a skirt.

"Alrighty. Here ya go," Amanda said, tossing me her new bikini, "and when you get back, I'll do your nails."

Once again, I returned to the bathroom. Although I would never admit it, I was enjoying the attention I was getting from Amanda. I stripped out of my slutty out fit and picked up the bikini bottom. That's when I knew I made the wrong choice. The bikini Amanda had given me was small. And black. I stepped into the bikini and pulled it up quickly. I tucked my penis downward and realized another problem. My erection wasn't completely held down by bikini. And it had the word "slut" written across the butt in pink. I picked up the bikini top and slid into it. I grabbed my discarded clothes and walked back into the room to see Amanda had changed clothes. She had on a white mini skirt with a white tank top stretched over her green bra. I had never really seen Amanda's true beauty till now.

"Um can I change my choice?" I asked, self-conscious of how much of my skin was showing.

"Nope. Your choice! And here are your heels. They should fit you," Amanda said in her ever so cheerful way.

I took the heels and sat down on the side of the bed. They were only about 1 inch and were very lacy black. After I had got them on tightly, I stood up on my wobbly legs.

"I'll make you a deal," said Amanda, "you don't have to wear the heels if you let me do your make up."

"Sure! I can hardly stand in these," I said, feeling more and more desperate in my situation.

"Ok. Take off your shoes and we will do your nails. Then while they are drying we will do your make up," Amanda said reaching into her dresser and pulling out a nail kit.

I tore off my heels and sat down on the bed waiting. Amanda slowly started to paint my nails a light pink. Once she got done with my finger nails, she moved onto my toenails. She quickly applied the rest of it and then let them dry while she put away the nail kit. They dried a subtle, but noticeable hot pink.

"Now it's time for your make up!" Amanda said excitedly, "Now do you want it obvious or not noticeable?"

"Not noticeable," I said.

"Alright, noticeable it is," Amanda said, giving me a big smile.

She spent the next few minutes painting my face with different colors. I ended up with red lips, light pink eye shadow, noticeably plucked eye brows, and heavy mascara.

"You look fabulous!" Amanda said.

Then the doorbell rang...



Amanda Ch. 01



I am an asshole. I know it. It seems I am another person altogether to everyone else. Most people hang out with me because they say I am a nice guy. I like to help out, I can carry a conversation, and I am funny, so on and so on. I could care less what anyone says about me. I can handle a good joke at my expense. And so, I have this everyman's persona. If only the people around me knew. 

You see, I like to be in control of everything. I want my coffee delivered to me every morning on my desk at 8am sharp. I do not allow anyone to send me emails longer than 3 lines. If you cannot speak and spell properly, I have no time for you. But this is on the inside. When I don't have my coffee sent to me at the right time, I still say thank you. When I receive emails that are longer than three lines, I still read them. When I encounter a nitwit, I still treat them politely. But on the inside, all of it is killing me.

When I met Amanda, she was just a kid about 14. I used to work at an after school and she used to come because she wasn't allowed home all by herself. She was a sweet girl. She liked to play card games and board games and interacted with all the other kids. She quickly morphed into another person. 

She would walk in with her friends, start cursing and mentioning boys. She would talk about how she ditched school and generally wasn't the same person she used to be when we first met. She stopped coming about two years after she began. Some time later, she dropped out of school. I was floored when I saw her on the street. She was eighteen and looking good. 

We chatted a bit; she told me how she was roommates with her boyfriend and how she had been jobless since she left school. She didn't have any money, so she relied on him for basically everything. That's when I got the idea that I was going to fuck her. 

I didn't want to push, so I asked her if her number had changed since she was coming to the afterschool group. I told her I wanted to make sure she was doing okay. I said I might know a few people who could help her get her GED and maybe even find a job. She gave me her number and we parted ways. I called her a few times afterwards. She was still in her dead end relationship and still had no job. After about the third phone call, I tested the waters. 

"Amanda, I might have a few odd jobs I could pay you for. Are you interested?" She quickly agreed. "You might not like some of the work, but it keeps you from having to beg for money."

I gave her a job organizing my house, cleaning it up on occasion and the occasional odd job, like grocery shopping. After a month, she had broken up with her boyfriend and was working on her GED. That's when I went for it. I asked her over and told her I was very proud of her. I told her that I was really happy to keep her employed as long as she could do me a favor.

"What's that?"

"I can't keep paying you unless you add on to your duties. I want you to be my bitch."

"What? Are you crazy?! I'm leaving."

"I can give you $500 right now if you suck my dick and let me fuck you."

She paused. "That's it. You just want to fuck me?"

"No. You misunderstand. I want you to keep doing the odd jobs around here, but you also must allow me to do whatever I want to you physically. I have wanted to fuck you for a very long time. Now, I can't wait any longer."

"I don't fuck black guys. I never have. You think just because you pay me to work, you can just ask me to fuck you?" 

"No. I'm letting you know that I won't pay you any longer unless you fuck me as well. You see, you don't really have a job. I am your only source of income. And, I have been kindly pushing you toward new heights of success. You don't have anyone else to help, unless you want to crawl back home and ask mommy and daddy for help. Your boyfriend left as I recall and it was me that helped you get assistance for your GED."

She froze. You could see her contemplating my offer. I knew she wanted to negotiate, but I was planning on never paying her anyway. After one fuck, she was going to be my personal whore. She was petite, about 5'2" and only 100 lbs. or so. She had the most perfect perky breasts anyone had ever seen. They were a sprite 32B and her ass was unreal. It was the perfect combination of tight and round. She didn't need special jeans, her ass just popped right at you.

"$1000 a month and $500 for every fuck." I walked over to the door and opened it. 

"Sorry Amanda. I don't negotiate. You may leave. I'll let your tutor know you won't be coming back for lessons."

"WAIT", she shouted. She walked over to the door and shut it. "I need this job. I can't be fired because I won't fuck you."

"I pay you under the table. There are no rules for this. Either you fuck me now or get out." Amanda's face turned bright red. She knew she had to do it if she wanted to keep getting paid. 

"How do you want to do this" she asked demurely. 

"Get on your fucking knees and beg me to suck my dick. I want you to beg like a slut and address me as sir. I talk dirty. If you don't, that's fine. You will learn."

Eyes agape, she slowly dropped to her knees. "No. First take off your clothes bitch." Amanda took off her jeans and shirt. She was in her bra and panties. It was like something out of a Victoria's Secret catalogue. She had on silky pink panties with lace trimming and a matching bra. "Come to daddy bitch."

"Do you have to talk to me like that?"

"What did you say to me bitch? If you don't like it, leave. I run this shit. If you say another damn thing to me without calling me sir, there will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes...sir." She was whipped. We both knew it. It was done and she was ready to be owned by me.



Amanda Ch. 01



I am not a normal girl. Well, not normal by what anyone else's standards of normal would be. I have trouble defining myself and finding where I fit because I'm wildly kinky by some people's standards and a very tame vanilla to others. I straddle the line between submissive and dominant, between sexually adventurous and staying within limits. I don't think someone has to be all-in to one category or the other to have a satisfying sex life or relationship. It's taken a long time to get where I am now so I thought I'd write some of my story and share it here because, who knows, maybe you'll enjoy it.

My name is Amanda and I'm 34 years old. I was married for about 5 years but got divorced and now, 5 years later, I'm in a committed relationship with my sexual match, Mark. I've discovered over the years that I like to be submissive in bed. My main pleasure comes from servicing the person I'm with and satisfying their needs. I don't care if I cum and, in fact, I am better controlled if I'm not allowed to cum at all. I'm horny on a daily basis and Mark can take me whenever he wants but I just can't seem to do the whole "master" and "slave" roles. I don't think I have the ability to be a true submissive.

I knew I liked kinky when I wouldn't just masturbate when I was very young. I'd poke safety pins into my nipples and shove markers in my pussy long before I had started having sex. I wanted to be used. In my teens, I had a boyfriend who persuaded me to let one of his friends fuck me on the floor of a walk in closet at a party because he said I belonged to him. So I did and the whole time I thought about how my boyfriend was letting some other guy use me. I had orgasms so huge the guy had to cover my mouth for fear I'd be heard over the loud music outside. I wanted to be used again. I wanted him to go find every friend he had and let them fuck me one after the other.

Unfortunately, it turned out that his friend had always wanted to be with me and my boyfriend didn't really care about me so nothing grew out of it, to my complete frustration. I had a surprisingly difficult time to even get him to fuck me in the ass let alone do anything else I dreamed about. We broke up and I went through boyfriend after boyfriend, silly and sexually inexperienced boys who would claim to worship me because I taught them about sex, but I couldn't seem to spark the flame of kinkyness in them. The whole worship thing was a complete turn off. I wanted a man, not a boy, to take me and own my body and use it to please himself and to get pleasure from doing things to me.

After years of failed experiences, I eventually decided I would never meet my sexual match. I married at 24 and we had vanilla sex 4 - 5 days per week. I was so bored. I couldn't get rid of my desires though so I'd stick anything I could in my pussy - zucchini and other produce, eggs, remote controls, phones, tennis balls, beer bottles - and I'd leave them in there for as long as I could stand it (and had plenty of scares trying to get things out!). I eventually worked up to fucking the wide end of my husband's baseball bat. I needed to be fucked by something. I needed to feel something in my pussy. I finally started sticking two racquetballs up my pussy and leaving them in all day on my days off when he was still at work but I didn't tell him. I started to think I was abnormal.

One day I inserted my racquetballs and decided to go run errands. My pussy was so dripping wet from the excitement of having a secret that I was afraid the balls would try to come out. I wondered if people knew by my walk or maybe the look on my face but no one seemed to notice me at all. I started upping the ante by wearing my balls out and putting mini binder clips on my nipples under my bra. I wasn't brave enough yet to wear my balls to work but I did do the binder clips a few days per week. They were so painful that I'd have to go in the bathroom to adjust them and rub my nipples for relief but then I'd clamp them back on tight and go back to work.

One day my very vanilla husband surprised me by asking if I wanted to go check out the swingers' club that near our house. He'd heard it was interesting and I thought, "Oh please let this wake him up." I told him I heard that people have sex in front of everyone else there and asked if we were going to do that. He said he didn't know but wanted to see the scene first. We waited until about midnight and I put on a short dress, no underwear or bra, and then we headed over. 

The place was really busy! We paid our entry fee and walked in. The first thing I saw was a woman giving head to a guy sitting on a couch. Others were sitting around and chatting. It was this super weird combination of lounge and sex club. We explored the various rooms - an empty doctors office, a hot tub room, a bondage room actively being used, and more. There were private booths and exhibition rooms. One couple had quite a large audience and I heard that they had been going at it for 45 minutes at that point. But it was a room with a giant bed and a large glass window that caught my attention. A woman was on her hands and knees on the bed and a man sat off in the corner. A sign on the window said:

FREE SLUT

USE ANY HOLE

CONDOM MANDATORY

I just about creamed myself right there. I wanted to be her. There was an actual line of guys waiting their turn. A line! I had no idea how many she'd taken before I got there or how many she would end up taking that night in total but I was impressed. I turned my husband away from the couple and toward the room.

I asked, "Do you think you could ever let me do that?" I prayed for him to say yes, to say that I should and would do it.

"Would you want to do that?" he asked with a slight wrinkle to his nose.

"Well, I would do it if you wanted me to and I do think it would be an interesting experience. I think I'd like to try it," I said with hopeful eyes.

"Hmmm," he said as he watched the woman take one guy in her ass as another fucked her mouth. The guy in her mouth finished and another guy was ushered in to take his place. Gawd, I wanted to be her.

We ended up having sex standing up in a private booth with a curtain closed. I know, disappointing as hell, right? Here we were with a literal orgy going on around us and we're in a private booth. I asked him to fuck my ass, to fist me, to throat fuck me but he just wanted to fuck and cum. This was the start of the end of our marriage.

Skip to about 4 years later and I've been divorced for awhile, trying regular dating, trying Adult Friend Finder and other online adult services, but every guy talked a bigger game than he could give. It seems that they all thought it was just talking dirty. Then I met Mark at a summer barbecue that a friend was having at a park. My friend introduced us and we chatted a bit then drifted apart to mingle with other people. I could feel his eyes on me though. I'd turn and catch him watching me, not staring but looking at me like he was trying to figure me out. He wouldn't look away when I caught him. He wanted me to know he was watching me.

When the person I was talking to walked off to get another beer, Mark came up and gave me a sly smile. "We need to go on a date," he said very matter-of-factly. 

"We do?" I asked.

"Yep, you need me. That sounds creepy. I don't mean it to be creepy. I just have this feeling though that we're going to be good together," he said and that sly smile came back.

It was on our third date when he stated that we needed to have sex. Now obviously I'm no prude but I was surprised that he just flat out stated it like it was a fact. It wasn't said with arrogance or aggressiveness, it was more like he knew what I needed and wanted to give it to me. He told me that Saturday night we'd stay in at his place and that I should bring my toothbrush.

I assumed Saturday would be awkward. The first time usually is clumsy and fumbling but there wasn't any time for that. He kissed me the second I came in the door and pulled my body so close to his it was like the was trying to absorb me. He undressed me where I stood while kissing and caressing me everywhere. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom then laid me on the bed. He turned me so my legs dangled off the side and got between my legs.

Still fully clothed, he ran his hands over my body, never saying a word. He gently caressed from my shoulders to my knees then went back to my tits. This time he pinched my nipples. I couldn't help but let out a small moan and he pinched them harder making me moan and squirm. His hands then pulled my thighs further apart and I could feel him playing with the folds of my pussy. One finger, two fingers, three fingers and I was squirming on his hand. Four fingers and I was arching up off the bed.

"How far do you want to go?" he asked. "Can you take it all?" My pussy was absolutely drenched and I nodded. "Well, we'll wait for that," he said in a low voice. He got undressed and stood next to the bed. "Get on your knees down here."

I dropped to my knees and he smiled. "Oh, I see I was right. You have a submissive streak. This is good." He tipped my head back and asked if I like giving oral. It's just one of my most favorite things ever but all I could manage was a "yes."

"I want you to keep your eyes on mine," he said as he slid a finger into my mouth and gently pulled it open. He slowly slid his rock hard cock into my mouth and using both of his hands he stretched and positioned my neck so he could slide in as far as I could take him and then try for more. The whole time my eyes were locked on his as his cock slid in and out of my mouth, stretching my jaw and my throat. I was gagging and my eyes were tearing up but I stayed locked on him the best I could.

"You're such a good girl," he whispered and I almost came again. "I'm impressed. Your throat needs more training but you're pretty damn good already." He continued to fuck my throat, making me gag and cry.

He pulled me up and put me back on the bed, pulled me to the edge and rammed his cock into me in one fell swoop. He grabbed my legs, lifted me off the bed and started fucking me harder than I'd been fucked in a very long time. He pounded my pussy until I thought he was ready to cum and I was going to cum with him but he just stopped. He stepped back and smiled at me as he put lube all over his right hand. I knew what was coming next. Me.

He went straight to 4 fingers for a few pumps and then brought in his thumb. He fisted me with the teardrop shape hands make and then slowed to try to push in up to his wrist. I had told him that I wanted it and now I was getting it. He grabbed my shoulder with his left hand then started pushing into my pussy slowly but very firmly. I hadn't been spread like this in a very long time and I wasn't sure I was going to be able to take it but finally it just popped in.

I was covering my own mouth as I screamed. He twisted his fist around inside of me making every part of me spread out further and I continued to scream in pain and ecstasy. He started to pull his fist out and then pushed it back in, a little further every time. He kept adding more lube until I looked like an oil slick down there. I lifted my head and saw his fist in my pussy up to just past his wrist and it was beautiful. I lifted my legs and spread them wide to show him I was fully giving up my pussy to him.

"You like being fisted. I bet you like a lot of things inside you. You like all your holes filled, don't you?" I nodded wildly. He twisted his fist and fucked me a little with it.

"Is your ass trained?" he asked. I shook my head. I didn't do much ass play on my own but I was open to it if it pleased my partner.

"Well, we'll work on that," he promised in total seriousness. It was then that I knew he was probably right about us being good together. He was confident and commanding without being cruel or arrogant. He liked to watch me and make me cum. I felt like I wanted to do what he told me to do.

I noticed he hadn't cum yet and I started to worry that I was slacking off. I asked him if he wanted me to suck him until he came but he told me, "Not yet. I'm going to teach you about having patience and discipline. There's so much more pleasure in drawing it out for as long as you can. Tonight you can cum as much as you want. Tomorrow though..." he trailed off.

He fucked my pussy in every position possible for the next hour. Every muscle in my body was tired but when he told me to go swallow his cum, I was on it immediately. I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth wide. "Look at me," he said gruffly. I opened my eyes and he shoved his cock deep then came down my throat. I can't tell you if it was salty or not because I didn't even get to taste it. A huge load of cum hit the back of my throat and slid down it as his cock pumped everything it could out.

He carried me into the bathroom and started the shower. We both stepped in and then he washed every part of me. It was the most sensual and loving experience I've ever had after sex with anyone. We got into bed and I fell asleep like I hadn't slept in years. This wasn't the kinky sex I was looking for but it was a good start. 

I knew it was a great start when I woke up the next morning with him between my legs, fucking me. He woke up with wood and decided to take me. He was claiming me as his and was letting me know it. My pussy belonged to him and he was going to give me everything I ever wanted.

*****

Now that you know most of the backstory I'll start telling you about specific experiences I remember until I get to present day. There's lots more good stuff coming up!



Amanda Ch. 01



The scent that assailed her as she entered the store was overwhelming, but brought a smile to her face.

A man about her own age came up to her. "Can I help you Ma'am?"

Amanda smiled at the 'Ma'am' and then looked around. "I'm looking for a dress to wear for a special event."

"Yes Ma'am. Of course." He drew her to the back of the store, beyond the jackets and accessories to where a full display of rather interesting looking dresses were hanging. He paused and looked at her and then nodding, pulling a black leather dress from the racks. It looked way too short and was sleeveless, but he propelled her to the changing room. "Try this one on."

In the cubicle, Amanda stared at the dress, inhaling the rich smell of leather and sighed. Well why not? She wanted to make an impression on people and this would definitely do it. She slipped out of her clothes and slid the leather dress on, noting that she wouldn't be able to wear regular undergarments with it. She peered at herself in the mirror, turning this way and that. WOW! Was this too sexy to wear to a house warming?

Amanda shrugged. Oh what the hell? It was once and she would probably never wear it again. She slid it off once more and struggled into her regular clothes before venturing out of the dressing room. 

The salesman was there waiting and she lay the dress over his arm. "I'll take it."

Shoes..she had. But where to get undergarments that would be appropriate?

As she paid the extraordinary amount for the dress(gulping..it was once in a lifetime) she spied a lingerie shop that she usually avoided for a more practical lifestyle. Today though...

Amanda held the dress wrapped in tissue and plastic and ran across the street to the store. Her Saturday was almost gone and she still had house chores to do before she got ready for the party.

The girls at the counter looked up at her entrance and blinked. They both appeared to be high school kids, but as Amanda walked closer, she noticed a wedding ring on one and the slight hint of grey hairs in the other. 

"Hi there. Can we help you?" They both straightened up as if they were siamese twins, their movements were smooth and together.

"I need something to wear under a dress I just purchased. I don't think what I normally wear as undergarments would be appropriate." Amanda held up the dress bag as if in explanation.

The girls both ooh and awed over the bag and then gently pulled the leather dress out, nodding.

"Yes Ma'am of course," One went one way while the other went to the other side of the shop. Amanda watched in bemused silence but was rather shocked with what they returned with.

The one held a garter belt and stockings, while the other held out a bustier, but it was cupless, more like an old fashioned corset. "I couldn't..." Amanda started. The one girl shook her head. "You really don't need any support with this dress and your figure is lovely. As for the garter belt..well pantyhose wouldn't work in this case..you'd have a problem with static build up."

"I think we got the right sizes too, you may want to check." The other girl spoke up, as she smiled at Amanda.

Amanda felt the warm feeling of a blush rising against her neck and face and nodded.

"No, I'm sure these will do," she was extremely embarrassed because they both seemed to be so well informed and were looking up and down at her appraisingly.

Amanda quickly paid and rushed out of the store into the mid afternoon sunshine once more, shakily breathing in and out.

Amanda thought to herself again, "Oh hell, it's just for one night. I can do this." *~*

It was just after five in the evening when she finally got back to her apartment. She had her grocery shopping finished and had found a rather tasteful bottle of wine for a housewarming gift. She decided to procrastinate on her laundry for one day. 

She put away her groceries and then Amanda stepped into her bedroom and carefully laid out her clothing purchases. How had she ever gotten the courage to purchase such interesting clothes? She fingered the silk of the lingerie and deeply breathed in the smell of the leather once more.

The phone rang, it's bell breaking the intensity of the moment. Amanda looked at the phone incredulously..she hardly ever got calls, and today of all days.

She picked it up and said a soft hello, only to hear laughter, hearty female laughter on the other end.

"Amanda! Hello dear! It's Kathleen. Just calling to let you know when the car will be around to pick you up."

"Oh..um ok," Amanda started. "That's very generous of you. I can drive myself if you need to use it for other purposes."

The laughter once again, light and airy but so full. "No dear..it's fine. The driver is on loan to me and I'm taken full advantage of him. So is 7 a good time?"

"Yes Ma'am," Amanda said quietly.

"Good girl!" The quick response came. "Can't wait to see you again tonight! I've missed you!" 

And the phone went dead.

Amanda took a quick look at the clock and dashed to her bathroom, dislodging clothing as she went.

*~* After a luxurious bath, Amanda had dried her hair feverishly and then set curlers into it.

She had always worn very little makeup, so her primping consisted of choosing her perfume and eyeliner to match the outfit. As the curlers came out, her hair hung softly framing her face.

Amanda stood at the foot of the bed looking down at the clothing once more. She slid on the bustier and the garter belt, thoughtfully slipping on the stockings and snapping them into place.

As she turned back to the bed to collect the dress, she caught a view of herself in the mirror. She paused and felt the flush covering her watching her skin tinting a soft pink and her nipples hardening above the bustier.

"WOW" 

Amanda knew that she had a half way appropriate figure for her height, yet the view she saw especially with the bustier drawing it into a more hour glass shape. She was very awed.

Just as she started to wiggle into the leather dress, she realized that she had forgotten underpants. She laughed as the leather covered her face, her arms straight up in the air. Now was not the time to worry about this, dammit, she was going to be sexy and slinky and vogue this evening.

One thing she had from her mother that didn't get destroyed in the fire was a lovely gossamer shawl. Her parents had attended a late night party and the shawl was left in the car in their haste to get to sleep. The chill of the evening must have made them crank up the old heating system. The cause of the fire was never disputed.

Now she flung it over her shoulders. They were too bare for the Autumn air. As she checked her appearance once more and stepped into her shoes, the doorbell chimed. 

With a quick glance at her wristwatch, she scooped her bag and the festively decorated bottle of wine and made her way to the door.

A tall mildly attractive man stood there dressed as a chauffeur, complete with a cap.

"Good evening, Miss Amanda. My name is Sean and I'll be driving you this evening." Even with the droll statement he delivered, his eyes appraised her quickly and then motioned to the limousine.

Long sleek and black and as the door was opened, Amanda left her paltry life behind and felt as she had stepped into a dream. *~*

The house was amazing. Ms. Kathleen was suspiciously absent from the crowd of revelers as Amanda waded through. She noted each addition to the main living area and smiled because she had seen the full transformation.

As the car had driven up the drive, she glowed as she noted the now complete landscaping. The trees were planted and within a year would provide some lovely shade to the front of the house. Some bushes lined the drive and provided a unique divider to the now lush lawn that was meticulously manicured.

Now though as she walked through the interior, making small talk and smiling indulgently, she suddenly felt out of place. She placed the bottle of wine on the kitchen counter, smiling to the man who had once served lemonade to her and made her way back into the living room. *~*

"Come in!" Ms. Kathleen was growling at the computer, feverishly typing up one final report of the plumber's behavior with insistent suggestions of further training. Her eyes raised as Mitchell walked in, noting that his very tight uniform was showing more than she expected.

"You are missing your party, Mistress." Mitchell voice was edged with excitement and she stood suddenly and walked over to him, grasping his arousal through his trousers.

"What has you all worked up, hmm?" She manipulated his strong throbbing cock against the zipper, tugging a bit too tightly, making him gasp.

"She's here, Mistress," Mitchell's eyes had closed in pleasure and the statement came out in a hiss.

"Oh?" Ms. Kathleen, paused in Mitchell's torture to allow herself a small smile, the dark red gash of lipstick parting over brilliantly white teeth. "And this is your reaction to her?" She pulled his cock roughly toward her.

Mitchell whimpered, and then panted slightly before answering. "Only because I knew what pleasure it would bring you, Mistress."

"And how is she dressed, my darling Mitchell?" The zipper was down now and her nails were against his flesh.

Quickly and quietly, pausing every so often for a hot panting, the details of Amanda's dress came out. Ms. Kathleen suddenly shoved the cock back into the trousers, and zipped it up a little too quickly. Mitchell's hairs were caught in the enclosure and he glanced down before eyeing her.

"Mistress?" His whimpered plea came out.

"Leave it. The pain should bring you pleasure for this evening during this little excursion into vanilla entertainment." Ms. Kathleen's mind was now beyond the man beside her and she made her way out to her room to find an outfit to match Amanda's.

*~* Amanda was on her second mug of hot apple cider and was becoming a trifle bored. Already half the professional men from her dinky little town had propositioned her, and although she had thought she would enjoy the attention, they all were just too obvious. 

The local women were shooting her looks of hatred, and this she found quite amusing. The wonders that a proper dress and attitude had on a mousy girl. And as Amanda made the simile to Cinderella, she almost choked against the cider going down her throat.

It was almost 8:30 when Ms. Kathleen finally made her appearance. In a stunning royal blue leather floor length dress, the back of it all laced up from the very small of her back to her bare shoulders. So much skin was showing that Amanda chuckled as the attention drew away from her and focused on the hostess of the evening.

Dinner was served immediately after Ms. Kathleen's arrival in a small tent that she had arranged on her back lawn. Rose bushes were still blooming with lovely red and sterling silver blossoms and the music that was provided completed the austere setting. She was seated between two men who constantly made their presence known, not by chatting with her, but by their palms resting on her thighs. With a twinkle in her eye, she picked up both her salad fork and her dinner fork as if inspecting them and sharply stabbed both hands simultaneously. The palms did not invade again.

After a lovely dinner and small conversation, Amanda was relieved to see most of the guests being shuffled to the door. Her own boss had made a very untoward suggestion and she was hanging back from her own departure to be sure that he found his way to his home and not hers.

Ms. Kathleen had watched Amanda very discreetly for most the evening, noting with pleasure how she had managed the maulers at the dinner table and the high flush on her cheeks now as she sipped another cider. This was her third drink of the evening, Ms. Kathleen noted. She wasn't drinking alcohol, but the juices that were provided. With dinner she had cleaned her palate through the courses with water.

She snagged Mitchell as he was on the way to fetch another wrap of a dowdy wife and whispered her instructions to him. He nodded and glanced toward Amanda before scurrying on his way. *~*

"Ms. Kathleen would be honored if you were to wait for a bit. She wishes to show you the entire house as you were instrumental in the beginning." Mitchell's low tone caught her by surprise.

"Of course! I'd love to see the rest!" Amanda was thrilled. Now she had a valid excuse for waiting to leave. She watched amused as couple after couple made their way out. And then it was just the staff and Ms. Kathleen.

Ms. Kathleen plopped unceremoniously in the couch next to her. "What do you think, dear? Have I made the proper impression on the ‘who's in' crowd? I would dread having them wondering all winter who the hell I was." 

Amanda laughed politely. "You had most of the upper crust of the town here. But personally I think you gave of yourself without giving yourself away."

Ms. Kathleen laughed heartily. The same laughter she had heard on the phone so much earlier today. "Mind explaining that, Amanda?"

Amanda nervously fingered the hem of her dress. "Well. You spoke on many topics, you have a flair that is undeniable, but at the same time, you never spoke of yourself. What you do. What you plan to do. Where you are from."

"Good job!" Ms. Kathleen stood up from the couch. "You are absolutely right! And if you remember, I enjoy the privilege of my privacy. In this kind of game though, you need to give them a little bit. Let them think I'm eccentric. There are times when I think that myself." Ms. Kathleen held a hand out. "Ready for the tour?"

Amanda grasped the strong hand and stood up, shifting the leather ever so slightly. She smiled at Ms. Kathleen and nodded. "Yes please. I'd love to see what you've done to the rest."

Ms. Kathleen now pointed out the hidden treasures of the living room. The fireplace was wood burning and was still roaring merrily in the hearth. The entertainment system that had provided music for the dinner had speakers so cleverly disguised that Amanda hadn't realized that they were there.

"Music is handled through a main control area, but there are speakers throughout the house, including into the back yard area." Ms. Kathleen led her into the kitchen were the staff was now cleaning dishes and packaging leftover foodstuffs away. "I like my nook there, that is where I usually dine." What Ms. Kathleen pointed out was more a window seat than a nook. It had a table that was placed diagonally from the seat and looked quite comfortable. 

What struck Amanda as odd was the lack of chatter. Even with the soft muted music that must go through the entire house, the staff was very quiet. The four men dressed smartly in waiter apparel were almost automaton in their motions. The man that had served her lemonade was not among them and she wondered briefly if she had missed his departure.

As they continued down the hall, Ms. Kathleen pointed to the guest lounge which Amanda smiled and confessed to already having seen. The next room appeared to be a bedroom, but had two sets of bunk beds and bare minimum of furniture beyond that. There was one dresser in the room, but no chairs, no desks and everything was perfect. The beds were made with military precision and Amanda could see a drill sergeant bouncing a quarter with no problem.

The next room was a bit less severe. A single bed with a decidedly feminine comforter. A huge overstuffed chair. A wide chest of drawers. A desk with a computer and office chair along with a phone.

"Is this your room?" Amanda asked innocently and was astounded with Ms. Kathleen hearty laugh once more.

"Good heavens, no." Ms. Kathleen walked to the other side of the basement stairs and pulled open the double doors. "This is my room, dear."

A beautiful suite in burgundy and forest greens with the rich red of the mahogany wood. The huge almost sinful bed was the dominating feature, the accents adding to the decor rather than detracting from it. There was another door partially opened into a lounge area and a huge walk in closet as well.

"You've redone this so nicely!" Amanda smiled as she surveyed the room. Ms. Kathleen watched Amanda's expression through each room and then nodded to herself, making up her mind.

"There is more." Ms. Kathleen hit a switch, highlighting the basement stairs and Amanda eagerly followed her down.

There was a huge washer and dryer, almost a commercial quality that was fronting the stairs with a linen closet above it. As they turned the corner, a huge family room was revealed. Ms. Kathleen had redone it in dark browns and rust. A flat screen television, big enough to be mistaken for a slide projector screen stood on one side with a huge wall of contemporary movies for both VCR and DVD players. The entertainment system that she spoke of was situated on another wall with several classical CDs littered across it. With a smile, Ms. Kathleen flipped a switch and the strains of Meredith Brooks' ‘Bitch' started to lull through the speakers. The rest of the room was just one continuous couch.

"So have you done anything to the fruit cellar?" Amanda asked, still eyeing the expensive equipment with a wry smile.

Ms. Kathleen looked at Amanda and Amanda returned the gaze with question. Once more, Ms. Kathleen nodded as if making up her mind. "Yes in fact, that's one of the reasons I had you stay. I WANT you to work for me. NEED you. I'm a complete mess when it comes to paperwork and I've really come to the end of my patience with it. In my profession, I constantly need reports written, correspondence kept up, and daily tasks done on the computer."

Amanda gulped. "Well there is a rather respectable temporary service in town that could probably help you out. What kind of business do you do?"

"Ah..." Ms. Kathleen smiled and then motioned Amanda to join her at the fruit cellar door. "You see that is the key. My business is specialized, and I do believe that you are the only one in this little hick town that could possibly manage to help me with it."

The door opened and the first thing that Amanda saw was that the cellar had actually been divided into separate sections. To her left was pretty much an identical room as the family room but it was ALL couches in a U design, with a wooden post in the middle. To her right was what appeared to be a tack room. There were crops and whips and what looked to be leather reins and harnesses. As she entered into the cellar a bit more, there was a lounge down here as well, back behind where the laundry facilities was, complete with a shower. A room that looked like a chapel came next with row upon row of candles, none lit and a wooden plank table in front of it. What looked like a storage room was the last room on the right. It looked to be a carpenter's shop, with wooden horses, and an odd looking cross. Ms. Kathleen remained quiet through her inspection, but tugged her hand slightly to lead her to the last room on the left. As she walked into the room, the heat of the water steamed against her face, and she was looking at an indoor pool lavishly made with stones and plants, a small waterfall falling at one side.

"Well this is all lovely, but I still don't understand." Amanda turned to face Ms. Kathleen. "Are you planning to train horses?"

Ms. Kathleen let her head fall back and her laugh echoed into the walls of the grotto. She controlled herself and led Amanda back through to the stairs once more. "You are an innocent little thing aren't you?" She continued up the stairs and paused before the hall door to her office. "Come with me, Amanda. You may be a bit confused at the moment but all will be explained."

As they walked through the door, Amanda spied the man who had served her lemonade standing very much at attention with his hands laced behind his neck.

"Oh good. Mitchell. Perfect." Ms. Kathleen nodded toward a seat for Amanda and sat behind the desk herself. "Mitchell, describe your function here."




Amanda Ch. 01



Mitchell's face was contorting slightly but he managed a large breath before speaking. "I am Ms. Kathleen's slave. The head slave of the household. I help in training procedures as well as make sure that Ms. Kathleen's needs are met." A small amount of color was rising to his cheeks as Amanda tried to grasp this information.

"Are ..all.. you..am.." Amanda stopped fluttering her response to this until she could think of a proper question to ask. "You are a Dominate?" She asked this to Ms. Kathleen, trying to avoid glancing at Mitchell.

"Yes! And I can't tell you how pleased I am that you know the word," Ms. Kathleen motioned Mitchell closer and with a quick flip of her wrist, yanked the zipper down on his trousers. Mitchell cut off a scream and immediately whimpered something.

"Louder slave," Ms. Kathleen played with the zipper for a few moments as Amanda sat stunned watching.

"Thank you Mistress. It was exquisite torture to serve you in this way. Thank you." Mitchell was all but groveling.

Amanda listened to the passion in his voice and smiled. She knew of some people that liked this kind of kink. She never ventured to try it, for she had always had mixed reactions. One day she may feel dominating, the next she may feel small and willing to do anything. 

Ms. Kathleen turned her attention from Mitchell to Amanda. She watched the emotions range across her face, from disgust, to understanding, to yearning. "You will of course understand now why I would need a discreet person to work with me. The reports that would need to be done would be training reports on the various slaves that come here. The correspondence would be of a nature that a ‘temporary' service would have hissy fits just seeing. I am willing to offer you quite a unique package of benefits as well as a substantial salary to come to work for me. One minor detail would be that you would have to live here with me."

"That one room...," Amanda ventured, only to see Ms. Kathleen's head nod. 

"Yes. That is for you, if you were to work here." Ms. Kathleen snapped her fingers and pointed to the door. Mitchell left quietly, almost quivering.

Amanda sat quietly, thinking of the things that she would have to give up compared to the things that she would gain. She had gotten to the point that she didn't really like her job anymore. Her small apartment was no big deal. She really had no social life in town, preferring to remain at home with a book or a movie with a bag of popcorn. 

Ms. Kathleen had a paper in front of her and turned it around so that Amanda could see clearly all that was being offered to her.

A ‘substantial' salary? It was triple to what she was earning now. Complete medical and dental coverage, including the statement that a total physical must be administered by her third month of employment. A paid vacation that was required every year. A retirement plan as well as stated compensation after several years of employment, changing in percentage after a period of time. 

Amanda couldn't restrain it. "Wow!"

"Enticing isn't it?" Ms. Kathleen purred almost like a cat. "Of course you also have to be bonded and sign before witnesses that what is transacted here is treated as utmost private. I have several very respectable men that will come here for training and they will not appreciate their names appearing on National Inquirer's front page."

A knock from the door gave Amanda another few moments to review the situation. Sean entered the room stood next to Ms. Kathleen's desk. 

"Your guests have made it home safely, Mistress," His voice had gotten softer as the evening had progressed. His eyes were focused on his feet but his whole attention was toward the woman seated at the desk. 

"Very good, Sean. You've done very well. I'm sure that Lady Olivia will be pleased with your performance. Now strip." Ms. Kathleen's words were sharp and to the point.

Without hesitation, Sean proceeded to remove his clothes, setting his hat on the desk, and then folding each garment following. When he finally was naked Ms. Kathleen inspected him and then snapped a finger, pointing down. Sean kneeled down beside the desk.

Amanda had watched quietly, noting the calm obedience that Sean had completed the task. He had a very nice body and held it well, even as he kneeled. Ms. Kathleen rested one of her high heels into his crotch and turned to Amanda once more.

"Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you find this distasteful or awkward?" Ms. Kathleen was calm, she was neither angry and hateful toward Sean, just completely in control.

"I don't think so. I have to get adjusted to this way of thinking, but it's not uncomfortable to me." Amanda then nodded. "I think I would like to work here, Ma'am."

"Ah.. Ok, first thing, you may call me Ms. Kathleen, not Ma'am. Ma'am and Mistress are words of respect which I expect from my slaves, not from my office manager." Ms. Kathleen nudged her heel in a bit more causing Sean to gasp softly and wiggle a bit in position. "Sean, don't move."

"Yes Mistress," Sean stayed still.

"Then here's what we'll do. You may stay tonight and tomorrow, Sean will go with you to take care of your apartment. He's mine for another two days, so that will be a good break from driving. You can submit your resignation from here to that piddly little realtor that you used to work for. He was coming on to you tonight, wasn't he?" Ms. Kathleen had placed one hand on Sean's hair and was rhythmically stroking her nails through the lushness of it. 

"Yes Ms. Kathleen, in fact he was." Amanda could imagine the shock and surprise that her departure would have on the office. 

"Would you care to join me in the grotto before sleep?" Ms. Kathleen was grasping Sean's hair now, tugging it slightly with each stroke.

"Is that what you call your pool downstairs?" Amanda smiled softly. "It's enticing, Ms. Kathleen, but I think I'd prefer sleep this evening."

"Very well." Ms. Kathleen glanced at the clock and stood up from the desk, pulling Sean along by the hair so that he crawled next to her legs. "It's inspection time for the staff anyways. Since this is your first evening here, you may as well get used to routine. It's the one thing that I insist on. Keeps the slaves on their toes." She walked to the hall door and opened it, placing a firm heel against Sean's ass to encourage him along. "Come along dear. This will be your job soon enough."

Amanda followed, assuming that Ms. Kathleen had meant inspection of the kitchen. Instead, Ms. Kathleen pulled open the door to the room with the bunk beds in it. The four men that were helping in the kitchen earlier were naked and standing by the bunk beds, their eyes downcast. Ms. Kathleen's inspection was to gently slide her nails against each slave's skin. Soft words were said to each, "Good job Manuel; Randy, the salad dressing was divine; Thomas, do you really think I didn't see you loafing?; Christopher, my darling, if you ever show up so improperly dressed again, you will not be allowed your privileges here." And with that done, Ms. Kathleen snapped her fingers and Amanda watched amazed as the men climbed into the severe bunk beds. Three were chained to the beds, but the fourth, Thomas, was also placed in a cock restraint, tightly.

"And that is an inspection dear. Good night my lovelies." Ms. Kathleen walked back to the door, flicking the main switch off. Sean followed upon his knees and Amanda came quietly afterward.

"Are all these men your slaves?" Amanda ventured to ask just outside her door.

"No darling, just Mitchell. The rest are here for training, either from other Mistresses or on their own. Sean here.." Ms. Kathleen grabbed his hair and pulled his face up so that his dark brown eyes gazed up at Amanda, "is one that came here on his Mistress' advice. I have had him for almost two weeks. So the faces change quite often around here. Do you need any help with your garments hon?"

"Oh no, I'll be fine," Amanda said with a shy smile. "What time can I expect to go to my apartment?"

"OLD apartment dear. Oh around 10 should be a good time." Ms. Kathleen nudged Sean towards the basement stairs. "Have pleasantly wicked dreams, dear."

With so many thoughts encircling her mind, Amanda softly pulled the leather dress from her skin. She still had on the lingerie though and there was a lovely silk robe hanging in the closet. Amanda stepped from the shoes and set them up side by side before curling on the bed.

She was open minded enough to understand the situation here. Her town wouldn't be if they were to know. After a while, Amanda dropped off into a light sleep, still hearing the strains of Meredith Brooks.

It was close to 4:00 in the morning when she awoke with the urgent need to use the rest room. Fumbling to recall where she was and where the lounge was located, she tugged open the door to her room, and came upon Mitchell, chained and tied outside Ms. Kathleen's door. Mitchell glanced up at her, shrugged and curled back down, but his eyes had spied the opening in the robe and the brevity of her undergarments. With a quick tug, Amanda pulled the robe around her once more and made her way to the lounge, doing the necessities before returning once more to her room.

The laughter of the slaves next door woke her about 4 hours later. Amanda stretched and yawned, finally realizing she had nothing to wear but the robe or the leather dress. Well at least the robe was a kimono type and she could tie it tight. She did take off her stockings though, setting them on the dresser so that she could make her bed quickly. 

She made her way once more to the lounge, noting the absence of Mitchell from the door. She splashed her face with cool water, noting with respect the humidity in the room indicating showers were taken, but the room itself was in perfect order.

Her one failing was that she tended to be cranky in the morning without at least one cup of coffee to wake her. She continued down the hall to the kitchen area and was surprised at the activity so early in the morning.

Ms. Kathleen was seated at the nook and Mitchell and Sean were on the floor in front of her. The other four bustled about the kitchen almost like clockwork, preparing breakfast and laughing among themselves.

"Oh lovely! Good morning darling!" Ms. Kathleen patted the seat beside her. "Come on in. Coffee hon?" 

Amanda sat next to Ms. Kathleen, nodding dumbly. "Oh please yes." Ms. Kathleen looked pointedly at Sean who immediately walked into the kitchen, fetching a large mug of coffee, and pouring a small pitcher of warmed milk to it. He came back to Amanda and knelt before her offering it up as a precious jewel. His posture was so perfect, his broad shoulders thrown back with pride, his chest even with his stomach that Amanda didn't need to look down any further. Amanda smiled and gratefully lifted the mug to her lips, sighing in bliss as the caffeine worked it's magic.

"Oh this is going to be a good day!" Ms. Kathleen stretched and smiled. "We are losing two of our staff today, but then again, we don't usually have this many." One of the four brought over two plates of crisp golden cheese omelettes along with a plate of toast, piled high. Ms. Kathleen immediately started into her breakfast, nudging a wedge of toast against Mitchell's lips. "I need six hands when it comes to this many! Could you handle Sean?"

Amanda watched, and then picked up one of the pieces of toast. She teased it against Sean's full lips, watching his reactions, before pulling it back. She placed it on the table and drank more coffee.

Ms. Kathleen watched the exchange and laughed. "Feeling a bit Dommish this morning, dear?"

Amanda shot Ms. Kathleen a smile and held the toast back out to Sean, waiting patiently as he took a bite, chewing it without looking up. There was something to be said for having a vital virile man curled at your feet. Amanda nudged the toast again and picked up the fork in her other hand eyeing the omelette with pleasure before taking a bite. She was on her third bite of this concoction when the toast was finished, a warm tongue lapped at the fingers of her hand. She glanced to Ms. Kathleen, who was thoroughly involved with her own breakfast, and picked up another piece of toast, putting it within Sean's reach. 

Breakfast continued with a large bowl of fruit being placed on the table and Ms. Kathleen offering bits and pieces to Mitchell. Amanda watched the example and proffered a grape to Sean, who softly sucked it into his mouth, taking her fingertip as well. Amanda startled, feeling his teeth against her skin and she felt a warmth through her.

Ms. Kathleen smiled. "He is good isn't he, the little devil. Lady Olivia is very lucky to have found him. Such a nice part of her collection. He's been such a good boy here."

Amanda nodded, slightly aroused, but picked a bit of melon to chew herself. Watching the man before her.

Breakfast ended all too quickly and Ms. Kathleen asked her into her office for today's tasks. As Amanda made herself comfortable once more, she smiled in the warmth of the sunlight coming through the east facing window. 

Ms. Kathleen was going over the travel arrangements of the two that were leaving and that Mitchell would take them to the airport that was located an hour away. "You will take Sean in the Bronco to your apartment. We have boxes that we can use. I would suggest storing your furniture in a local storage facility. And then you can either reclaim it or be rid of it at your leisure. Clothing, personal effects, what you feel would be essential to living here. Oh," Ms. Kathleen chuckled. "Do you have something to wear? Or did you want to return to your place in that yummy outfit your were wearing last night."

Amanda weighed the question carefully and shrugged. "Oh I'll wear the outfit."

"Wonderful. Ok then, when you're ready just let me know and we'll get you on your way." Ms. Kathleen smiled. "Sometime this afternoon will go over the way we do reports here." *~*

A short time later, dressed once more in the leather outfit, Amanda was on her way back to her apartment. Sean had driven the Bronco around to the front of the house with it's back filled with unfolded boxes.

Amanda was going through her house inventory of what needed to be stored and what could be brought along with her. She would give the groceries she just purchased to a local food bank as well as what was left in her kitchen. There was a store and lock place not too far away, and she would dip into her savings again to have professional movers pack up the space.

When they reached the apartment, Sean backed the Bronco up and let the tail gate hang down. He carried an armful of the unfolded boxes up behind Amanda, who was searching for her key. Amanda let him in to her apartment and then sent him into the kitchen to get started on the packing there.

She went into her room and stripped out of the leather dress, stretching as she did. She would throw on a sweat suit for the moment. She dressed quickly and caught her hair back into a rubberband before peeking into the kitchen to see how Sean was doing.

Sean caught her eyes, and gestured to the refrigerator. "Is that all you really eat, Miss Amanda?"

Amanda laughed. "Generally. I'm not fastidious when it comes to eating. Make sure that you get the pantry food too." Amanda swept back into the living room and grabbed a box. She would start with the smallest room first. Bathroom.

As she filled box after box, Sean quietly carried them down to the Bronco. After an hour and a half of combined effort, Amanda called for a break, smiling at what was achieved already.

"Did you save out that lemonade, by chance?" Amanda asked.

"No, Miss, but I know which box it's in." The kitchen boxes had been set aside and there was supposed to be someone coming to fetch them. 

"Well grab it quick!" Amanda laughed. "They have plenty from me without sparing us a drink."

Two glasses were filled, the ice bucket emptied, and the refrigerator turned off to defrost. 

Sean sat comfortably next to her in the living room as she went through old books and videos. She paused long enough to smile up at him and take her glass before she continued.

"Sean, why are you ..." Amanda kept her concentration on her task, but her mind was filled with questions.

"A slave?" Sean supplied, and then took a drink of the lemonade. "Would it help to tell you that I enjoy more than just following orders?"

"I would like to hear your opinion yes. I am not totally unfamiliar with the lifestyle, but I haven't really known someone like you," Amanda looked up. 

"I like the feeling it gives me when I've done something so well that it gives a person pleasure. It's not just about sex, Lady Olivia is not a sex fiend. Sex does fall into that though. I crave certain things that no one in the ‘outside' world would understand." Sean broke off and helped to seal another full carton.

"Do you like the pain as well?" Amanda drank some of her lemonade and looked deeply at Sean.

"It's hard to describe the feeling..ah.. Ok. When your foot falls asleep, and when you try to move it you have tingles and pain, and it's half way between hurting and pleasure?" Sean lifted Amanda's foot to prove his point, trailing a finger down her arch.

"Yes.." Amanda watched, interested.

"When I am being tugged on, whipped on, slapped on...I get the same sort of feeling but intensified, many times over." Sean closed his eyes and shivered despite the warmth of the room. It's very pleasurable to me."

The knock on the door broke the mood and surprisingly enough it was both the food bank supervisor and the moving company. As the kitchen boxes were cleared out by Sean and the food bank supervisor, Amanda chatted with the moving company crew, asking that the larger furniture be stored away until a decision to be made. Papers were signed and keys were passed over. Amanda smiled as they left and Sean returned stretching.

"So what's left?" Sean asked. He looked at some of the boxes that she had already packed.

"I think we are just about done. Want to get started bringing down the boxes and I'll finish up packing?" Amanda stood up and drank down the last of the lemonade.

"Sure thing, Miss Amanda," Sean grinned and hefted a box making his way out the door.

Amanda went through each room carefully, only four of them, the kitchen/dinette area, the living room, the bedroom and bath. She unplugged the phone and took the last box into the bedroom. She had managed to get most of her clothes already packed, but now it was more of rush to get the last bit done. She was eager to begin the new chapter of her life.



Amanda Ch. 02



The drive from the library to my house was pretty short, but it seemed to last forever. Amanda stayed right behind me in her car the entire time. Before long we were pulling into my driveway and getting out of our cars. I helped Amanda carry her bag inside. As soon as we were through the door I set down the bag and turned to face Amanda. 

"You know the rules." I told her. 

"Yes Sir." Amanda replied and began to undress. One of my rules was that she had to be naked anytime she was in my house, with a few exceptions of course. As Amanda stripped she put her clothes on a small table by the door that I had placed there just for that reason. 

I watched as Amanda removed her clothing, and enjoyed the sight of her curvy young body. "Mmmm, excellent my pet." I said in pure admiration. "Come with me." I said as I walked away from her. Amanda followed a few paces behind me like any good sub would. As I led the way to my new playroom I glanced over my shoulder to see Amanda following me with her head bowed in submission. I opened the door to the playroom and held it open for Amanda after I had stepped inside. The look on her face was like the look on a child's face as they walk into a candy store. It was a look of Amazement, joy and disbelief all rolled into one. "What do you think of my playroom Amanda?" I asked with a smile as I watched her take in the room and all the BDSM equipment inside. 

"Oh Daniel sir, I love it! It's wonderful!" Amanda replied. 

"That's good, because you're going to be spending a lot of time in this room." I told her.

"Very good Daniel sir." Amanda replied. 

"You might not feel that way for very long my pet." I said with a wicked grin.

"Sir?" Amanda asked confused.

"This room is designed to facilitate pain as well as pleasure Amanda." I replied. 

"Yes Sir." Amanda replied much less eager than before. 

"Come with me my pet, there are a few other things I need to show you." I said as I moved away from the door to my playroom. I guided Amanda around the rest of my house showing her the basics, like the bedrooms, bathrooms and the kitchen. I also showed her the patio at the back of the house that led to my pool, hot tub and walled in backyard. When her impromptu tour was over I led Amanda back to the master bedroom where I sat on the edge of my king sized bed while Amanda kneeled at my feet. 

"So what do you think of my house?" I asked.

"It's a wonderful house Daniel Sir. I like it very much." She replied.

"That's very good, because you'll be spending a lot of time here." I told her and it brought a smile to her lips. 

"Make me feel good my pet." I said.

The smile on Amanda's face grew even larger as she reached forward and removed my shoes and sock, and then she leaned forward a little more and took the bottom of my t-shirt in her hands and pulled it over my head and tossed it off to the side of the room somewhere. Next she began to unbutton my jeans, then she pulled down the zipped before taking the waste band in her hands and pulling my pants and underwear down gently. I lifted my ass off the bed to help her and before I knew it she had my pants down to my knees, ankles and off my body and tossed in the general location of my other clothes. Amanda moaned softly and her eyes sparkled as she met my gaze savoring the moment before she again leaned forward this time she kissed the head of my rapidly hardening cock. She took one hand and held my cock around the base as she licked down one side of my shaft, and then the other. As she took the head of my cock in her mouth Amanda used her free hand to massage my balls, rolling them around in her palm, then lightly pulling on them and squeezing them. Amanda's mouth was so hot and wet as it glided up and down on my cock. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven, and I let her know it by moaning loudly. Encouraged by my obvious sign that I was enjoying her efforts Amanda continued to bob up and down on my cock taking it a little deeper each time. I could feel my self starting to get closer and closer to my release, but I didn't want to cum yet, I wanted to hold off a little longer so that when I finally did cum it would be big.

"That's enough of that for now pet." I said as I gently pushed back on Amanda's shoulders. Amanda looked a little disappointed and pouted a little bit, but went back to a kneeling position and awaited my next command like a good sub.

"I want to eat some of that sexy pussy of yours, so get up here and ride my face." I said. 

Amanda flashed a huge smile and practically leapt on to the bed next to me and quickly straddled my body above my chest. As she began to position herself over my head I told her, "I don't want you to stop until you cum at least once, but don't let yourself cum more than three times."

"Yes Sir." Amanda replied and with an eager grin she positioned her pussy over my mouth and slowly lowered herself until her lips met mine. 

As I felt Amanda's pussy lips touch my mouth I pushed my tongue out eagerly and it went straight in her pussy. Amanda moaned softly as she felt my tongue enter her. I reached around behind her and took an ass cheek in each hand and pulled her harder on to my face as I devoured her beautiful bald pussy. My tongue explored every last nook and cranny of Amanda's sopping wet pussy. She tasted so good that I moaned from the pleasure of her taste. She started grinding her hips, trying to work my tongue deeper into her. I kneaded her cheeks as I continued to eat her. I moved my tongue to her clit and went to work stimulating it. As my tongue first touched her clit Amanda cried out.

"Oh God! Oh Sir! That feels so good! Please don't stop Sir!" Amanda cried.

Encouraged by her cries I worked even harder to bring her to her climax, I wanted to send her into orbit. I sucked her clit in between my lips and worked it over with my tongue, and then I pushed it out and sucked back in. I continued sucking her clit in and out of my mouth like I was sucking on a piece of hard candy. It had the desired effect Amanda's orgasm crashed into her like a runaway freight train. 

"AAAHHHH!!!" Amanda screamed loudly as her pussy spasmed against my face and she mashed it against my lips.

When her orgasm finally subsided Amanda rolled off my face and lay on the bed beside me. I rolled onto my side so I could face Amanda. "Did you enjoy that my pet?" I asked.

"Oh yes Daniel Sir. It.... Was.... incredible." Amanda replied breathlessly

"Good. Are you ready for what comes next?" I asked.

"Yes Sir." Amanda replied eagerly.

"Excellent." I replied a huge grin appearing on my face. "Go stand over there in front of the window facing outside." I told her.

Amanda got up and obeyed my command. She stood in front of the window with her hands at her sides and looked outside, even though my house was a way from the road she could still be seen quite clearly if anyone happened to look up at the window from the street. 

"Is that the way you're supposed to stand?" I snapped.

"No Sir!" Amanda said and quickly assumed the submissive pose I had instructed her to use during our many Internet and phone conversations. Amanda spread her legs so that her feet were a little more than shoulder width apart and clasped her hands behind her head with her elbows facing straight out to the sides and her back arched ever so slightly. 

"That's better." I replied with mild scorn. I got off the bed and went to my walk-in closet. When I came out I had leather wrist and ankle cuffs, as well as several lengths of rope and the equipment to attach them to the cuffs. I took 2 of the lengths of rope and ran them through the steel rings I had attached to beams in the ceiling. I brought the ends down and looped them around the legs at the foot of the bed, each one going to the leg on its respective side. The ends of the ropes hanging from the hooks each had clips on their ends for easy attachment to bondage cuffs. I estimated the length I'd need to bind Amanda's arms above her head and tied the ropes off to the legs of the bed. When I was satisfied that things were ready I picked up the cuffs from where I had set them on the bed and walked over to the window where Amanda stood waiting obediently. 

As I got closer I noticed that she was blushing fiercely. I followed her gaze to a young man standing on the side of the road staring at her through the window. I smiled wickedly and opened the window and yelled out, "Hey! Do you want to come in and join us?" the look on Amanda's face was priceless. Her eyes went wide as saucers and her blush grew even deeper if that were possible. The young man looked shocked and ran for it. I closed the window and turned to Amanda and said, "Oh well, I guess he didn't want to come and play with us." Amanda looked mildly relieved and unless I'm mistaken a little disappointed. 

I quickly attached the leather cuffs to each of Amanda's wrists and ankles. When I was satisfied they were on and secured properly I led her to the foot of my bed, her hands were still clasped behind her head. I reached up and attached each wrist cuff to its respective rope. Amanda's arms were barely long enough to reach the ropes if they were any shorter she would have to stretch or else stand on her toes so she wouldn't hang off the ground. Then I used the remaining rope that was tied to the legs of the bed to secure her ankles and keep her legs spread slightly wider than her shoulders. Now she was completely open to me. 

I went back into my closet and came back out carrying a bag full of various toys and BDSM supplies I had acquired over the years. I kept them in the bag so that I could take them with me if I wanted to play outside the house. I set the bag on the bed in front of Amanda and went to stand behind her. I wanted her to wonder what was in there. I knew the suspense would drive her crazy. I stood behind her and caressed her body all over. I started at her shoulders and trailed my hands down to her ass, then around to her belly and up over her tits, then down her sides and around her thighs before I came back to her belly and around to her back where I started from. 

"Are you ready little one?" I asked. Amanda's only response was to nod her head. 

I went back over to he bed and rummaged around in the bag before I finally pulled out a riding crop, a black leather flogger, and a wooden paddle with the letters S-L-U-T cut out of the center of it. Amanda's eyes widened slightly at the sight of the items I placed on the bed. I smiled at her and reached back into the bag and pulled out 2 more items, a large buttplug and a tube of K-Y Jelly. And set them on the floor a little ways behind and beside Amanda. I decided I'd start with the riding crop and picked it up first. I trailed the flat over her shoulders, down her spine to the top of her ass, and then I brought it around to her right hip and slid it up to her underarm before I brought it back down and over to her ass again, then I did the same with her left side. Amanda was letting out soft moans as I teased her body. 

I brought the shaft of the crop down the outside of her left leg and around her calf before bring it back up the inside of her leg all the way to her inner thigh. I moved the crop to her inner right thigh giving her pussy the barest of touches as I did, then I moved the crop down the inside of her right leg to her calf and back up the outside before returning it once again to its resting place at the top of her ass. Amanda's breathing was becoming more shallow and her body was almost trembling with anticipation and desire. I began lightly tapping each of her ass cheeks in turn. Then I did the same to her shoulders. I moved to stand at her side and gave her tits the same treatment. It didn't hurt her, only served to arouse her more and more. I tossed the crop on the bed in front of her so she could see that I was done with it, and then I went back over to the bag and pulled out a set of nipple clips. They had a screw so the intensity of the tension could be adjusted, there was a third clip the hung on its own chain from the center of the chain connecting the other 2 clips giving them a "Y" shape. The top 2 clips to her nipples and the third I fastened on her clit. AS she felt the third clip bite down Amanda let out a sharp gasp.

"Are you sure you wish to continue little one?" I asked. Again Amanda's only response was a nod of the head. "Very well." I replied. 

I bent down and picked up the wooden paddle. Amanda could tell I picked up something, but she couldn't tell what it was. I knew the anticipation had to be killing her. I watched as her body tensed waiting for what was to come. I held the paddle in one hand and drew it back before bring it forward again in a strong swing to make a loud SLAP, as hit her across both cheeks. Her body giggled with the impact of the paddle and she cried out in both pain and surprise. 

"AHHHH!" 

I brought the paddled down on her ass three more times equally as hard, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, and Amanda cried out loudly with each impact. 

"AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH!" 

Tears began to trickle down Amanda's cheeks and her ass had turned a bright red wherever the paddle struck. 

"Do you wish to continue or have you had enough?" I asked her.

"I...can...continue." Amanda said between gasps." 

"Excellent." I replied.

I bent down and picked up the buttplug and the lube and thoroughly covered the plug with the lube. I pressed the tip of the plug between Amanda's ass cheeks until it was resting against her tight hole. The lube had a short lived cooling effect on Amanda's red hot ass. It didn't last long, because I shoved the plug all the way in her with one brutal shove. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed in pain as the sudden penetration I had forced on her. Tears now flowed freely down her face and she sobbed openly. As I gave the plug a quick slap to make sure it was completely seated inside her she let out another small cry, "AH!"

I took the paddle back in hand and preceded to administer 4 more hard smacks across her ass, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! Each time the paddle came down on her ass it made contact with the buttplug forcing it deeper inside for that split second. Each time the paddle came down on her ass Amanda let out another cry, "AH, AH, AH, AH!" 

Amanda continued her sobbing as tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Do you wish me to stop little one or can you handle more?" I asked.

"I... want...to.... continue...Sir" She replied between sobs.

"Are you sure? There will be no shame if you can not go on." I told her

"Yes...Sir...I...want.... to...go on" She replied still sobbing.

I was more than surprised at her willingness to continue. Amanda had never been a painslut. "Very well. This will be the last time I use the paddle today." I told her. 

She didn't say anything, she just stood there bound to the bed sobbing.

I took the paddle in both hands like you would a baseball bat and swung it hard against her as 2 more times, SMACK! SMACK! "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Amanda screamed at the top of her lungs. I tossed the paddle on the bed in front of her. She was sobbing uncontrollably now, tears pouring down her face. Her ass was a dark shade of red that was already turning to a purplish color. She had once complained to me that another man had spanked her and it only hurt for a few seconds afterwards. She was disappointed, she had wanted it to hurt for a while. I didn't think that would be a problem for her this time.

I picked up the flogger and climbed on the bed kneeling on it in front of her.

"That was the last of the paddle for today my pet. Are you okay? Do you still want to continue, or do you want to stop?" I asked.

At first there was no answer, just sobbing. After a few more minutes passed and she regained some control I asked the question again. This time she answered, " Yes Sir..... I'm ok Sir."

"Good. Do you still want to continue?" I asked.

"Yes Sir." She replied. Her breathing was becoming more controlled now.

"Excellent." I said happily.

I began swinging the flogger in a "figure 8" pattern in front of her. I watched as her eyes followed the flogger's movement. Without warning I brought the flogger's tails down on her left tit fairly hard, then her right, never breaking the pattern. I continued to whip her tits with the flogger for a few minutes, the tails would slap across the clips on her nipples adding extra sensation. Then I began moving the flogger from side to side whipping her belly lightly. The tails cause the chains holding the clips on her nipples and clit to jerk back and forth adding a little more pleasure/pain to the mix. When I was satisfied I stopped the flogging and climbed off the bed and moved behind her. I began whipping her shoulders the same way I had her tits earlier, occasionally moving downwards slightly to her upper back. After a few minutes of this treatment I moved down to her lower back and lightly whipped it the same way I had her belly. The flogger had left red stripes on her tits and shoulders, but they were already beginning to fade.

I tossed the flogger onto the bed in front of her letting her know I was finished with it for now. I moved close behind her pressing my naked body against hers. 

"Did you like that little one?" I asked.

"Yes Sir." She replied.

"Is your pussy wet?" I asked.

"Yes Sir." a deep blush covered her from chest to the top of her head as she answered.

"Excellent. I think ill check and see just how wet you are." I said, and suiting action to words I reached around her body and placed my hand against her pussy. She was absolutely sopping wet. In fact she was so wet her upper thighs were covered in her own juices. 

"Mmmm. Pet your making my cock hard." I said and pressed my rock hard cock against the crack of her ass. 

I reached down and pressed my cock against the entrance to her sopping wet hole. In one quick stroke I buried my entire 8 inches in her right to the balls!

"Oh!" she gasped at the sudden invasion. 

I held my cock deep inside her and reached around her body releasing first the clip on her clit, then the clip attached to each nipple and tossed them on the floor beside the bed. 

"Ahhhh! She gasped softly with the sudden pain of the returning blood flow to her nipples and clit. 

I brought my hands down to her hips and pulled my dick almost all the way out of her except for the head, I held it there and then I slammed it all the back inside her!

"Uh!" she grunted.

Without any more time for her to adjust I began pumping my cock in and out of her pussy as hard and deep as I could. With every trust in I pulled her hips back towards me, and my small belly crashed into her ass hitting the buttplug each time. I could feel the plug rubbing against the top of my cock as I fucked her. 

"Uh, uh, Ohhhh." Amanda grunted and moaned as I fucked her hard. 

My cock was penetrating her so deeply I could feel the head of my cock hitting her cervix on the inward thrusts. I wanted her to cum hard so I reached around her body with my right hand and began playing with her clit.

"OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! OHHHHH!" Amanda's moans got louder and louder. 

"OH GOD! OH! OH MASTER! CAN I CUM PLEASE?" Amanda cried out.

"Hold it!" I grunted as I continued my hard thrusting and playing with her clit.

"OOOOOOOH! OOOOHHHH! AAAAHHHH! PLEASE MASTER! PLEASE LET ME CUM!" Amanda cried begging me for her release.

"What...are... you?" I asked between thrusts.

"I'M A SLUT SIR!" Amanda screamed.

"Whose slut are you" I asked.

"YOUR SLUT!" She cried.

"Whose slut?" I asked taunting her.

"DANIEL SIR'S." Amanda screamed.

"Daniel Sir's what?" I asked. 

"I'M DANIEL SIR'S SLUT!" Amanda screamed.

"Are you my whore?" I asked between grunts of my own.

"OH GOD! YES SIR! I'M YOUR WHORE DANIEL SIR! PLEASE, MAY I CUM SIR? PLEASE?" Amanda pleaded.




Amanda Ch. 02



Amanda looked up from her desk. She wore headphones as she typed out the reports for Ms. Kathleen and tended to block almost everything out around her. Mitchell stood at her open door, his mouth moving.

She smiled and yanked the headphones off. "Sorry Mitchell, what's up?"

"Miss Amanda, I'm just about ready to pick up the new arrivals. Do you have anything on your 'Get it' list?" Mitchell had originally been a tad jealous of the time Ms. Kathleen had spent with Amanda, but had finally come to realize it was another portion of her life entirely. The uneasy friendship had turned into admiration as more worries had been released from Ms. Kathleen and she was able to devote more time to what she wanted to do.

Amanda flipped through files on her desktop and clicked onto the List. This was her list of office supplies that needed to be replenished and she printed it out for Mitchell. "Are you going to stop by the Office Supplies store then?"

Mitchell looked the list over carefully. Miss Amanda was so precise with her needs, putting down exact model numbers of ink cartridges or poundage markings of paper, he always had no problem filling her order. "Yes, on the way to the airport. We will be coming straight back. It appears Ms. Kathleen has an interesting slave to train this time."

Amanda nodded. "I read the report on him. I can't imagine why Ms. Kathleen agreed to train him."

"Oh before I forget. This time of year we need to have emergency continuances signed at the airport. They should be in the 'contracts' folder." Mitchell pointed to a file on the desktop and added. "Print out three of them."

Amanda nodded and printed the required papers, grabbing the first one to read as the other two printed. Basically it was 'in case of weather situations, your temporary contract with Ms. Kathleen may be extended'. Amanda thought this was good foresight of Ms. Kathleen and handed it back to Mitchell.

"It's been quiet for the last two weeks. This is the longest time we've been without guests." Amanda pushed back from the computer and stretched.

Mitchell smiled. "It's the time of the year too. Holidays are 'spent with family' rather than spent in training."

Amanda grinned. "But I liked Thanksgiving here! I never knew you could be trussed up better than the turkey!"

Mitchell laughed. "You wicked girl, Miss Amanda. But it was nice, just the three of us." Amanda had been working for Ms. Kathleen for three months now and reveling in the experience. It wasn't selling houses to happy families, but between Ms. Kathleen and Mitchell it was a very pleasant job. Her main focus was ALL the computer work, whether it be financial, correspondence or report. And she did her job well. Ms. Kathleen had a backlog of work that gave her the basics of what she needed to do. A month of continual working got everything current and now she just did her daily input and anything else Ms. Kathleen needed, and the rest of the time was hers.

She had taken to jogging in the back field of the house, cleared of the ruined crop of wheat that had been neglected for years. She felt better than she had felt in a long time. After some major introspection she decided it was because she felt as if she were part of a family again. Nothing was done to discourage that feeling and it blossomed.

The 'guests', as Amanda preferred to call the training slaves, had come and gone. The shortest time one was there was for a weekend, the longest a month. Their names were merely files on the computer, although most were very good looking. They had been introduced to 'Miss Amanda' and had been very respectful of her, her work, and her privacy for the extension of their stay.

As the threat of snow became more prevalent, the guests came in fewer and fewer numbers until two weeks ago, just before Thanksgiving, there were none. Ms. Kathleen had needed the time off as well and had rested comfortably, teasing Mitchell and Amanda about how turkey should be stuffed and cooked. She had trussed Mitchell up with ropes to show Amanda how the turkey should be done amidst laughter and gaiety.

Mitchell waved on his way out and Amanda turned back to her work once more. Curiosity overcame her and she clicked open the pre interview of the one guest on his way.

Gregory (no last names were used anywhere in their files, which provided security for the guests as well as security for Ms. Kathleen) was a player. He thought it would be 'fun' to be submissive to a woman. Because of his wealth and connections, he had been able to contact Ms. Kathleen directly, rather than through a Dominant's introduction. The three people that Ms. Kathleen had contacted about him had warned her not to accept him as a guest, but that only made Ms. Kathleen more excited at the prospect of breaking Gregory. 

Amanda clicked the file closed. She shrugged herself out of her chair and looked around her room. With the homey touches that she had added from her old apartment it definitely was hers now. She walked across the hall and tapped on the den's door.

"Come in." Ms. Kathleen always had sort of a musical quality to her voice. Amanda smiled and pushed the door open.

"Mitchell is on his way to the airport, Ms. Kathleen. Would you care for some tea?" Amanda peeked in. Ms. Kathleen was working at her computer as well.

"Only if you're fixing it for yourself as well, dear." Ms. Kathleen looked up at Amanda and smiled. She was so proud of the esteem that had grown in this girl. Ms. Kathleen knew that Amanda had Domme tendencies, but they had only surfaced once in a while. She would love to see Amanda let it all out.

Amanda grinned and walked away from the door, leaving it open. Ms. Kathleen heard her in the kitchen, pottering around with the teapot and water.

A short time later, Amanda returned with a tea service and she set it on the edge of the desk. "Would you mind very much if I was to have my tea with you? The dailies are caught up and you haven't given me anything urgent," Amanda smiled before sitting down.

"Of course hon, no problem, sit!" Ms. Kathleen pointed to a chair and then served herself a cup of tea from the steaming china. "How's everything going?"

"Really well, Ms. Kathleen," Amanda fixed her own cup and sat back into the chair. "I think that break was good for everyone. We have received fifteen requests for the beginning of the year. We can't fit them all in January, so that will spill to the next month, and more are coming in all the time."

"Busy, busy, busy," Ms. Kathleen laughed but then stopped. "I'm going to be swamped!"

"Do you want me to refuse some?" Amanda asked awkwardly.

"God no, dear," Ms. Kathleen shook her head. "We have the room for four. We may have to drop the visits to a week only. In the springtime, we'll have to think about building some more space."

Through the financial work that she did on the computer, Amanda knew that Ms. Kathleen charged for her services as a Professional Domme, and had some money invested elsewhere as well. She was considerably well off herself, having virtually no expenses and sending her paycheck directly to her savings account. 

"Oh Hmm! We have to get you into town before the snow flies. I think I made an appointment for you on the 15th, tomorrow!" Ms. Kathleen looked at Amanda as if expecting confirmation. Amanda was lost though.

"An appointment for?" Amanda asked, drinking her tea.

"Three months darling. You need to get the physical done. Part of the agreement you signed." Ms. Kathleen smiled hoping to prod Amanda's memory.

"Oh! Right!" Amanda blushed slightly for having let it slip her mind. She avoided doctors and dentists as most people do, not liking the feeling of having them play roughshod over her emotions.

"You'll like this doctor, hon," Ms. Kathleen chuckled softly into her tea cup. "I'm making up the food storage list for the next two months. Mitchell will be going to that wholesale place while you're at the Doctor's. Can you think of anything special that you would like to have?"

"Just that hot apple cider stuff that you've always managed to have. I do enjoy it in the cool evenings, Ms. Kathleen." Amanda sipped her tea again.

"Well it's a staple in the house now." Ms. Kathleen laughed. "It is good stuff. But I like to add a little bit of cinnamon to it."

Amanda finished her tea and set the cup down. "Do you have anything else for me, Ms. Kathleen? I think while Mitchell's gone I'm going to take advantage of your grotto."

"Nope, not a thing. If I get this list done, I may join you. Go and enjoy yourself dear." Ms. Kathleen sipped her tea and looked back at the computer.

Amanda had used the grotto only frequently within the last few months, but had enjoyed each time. She rushed to her room and shrugged out of the clothes she had worn for the morning, setting them upon her bed before picking up the kimono that Ms. Kathleen had given to her to keep and making her way downstairs.

House rule. No swimsuits in the grotto area. So Amanda had planned her excursions down here while either she was alone in the house, or Mitchell was ferrying the guests back and forth to the airport. It was so relaxing to just float. She paused in the 'entertainment' room and put on a couple of CDs she liked and that wouldn't be disturbing to Ms. Kathleen and then made her way to the grotto.

The steam curled around her as she entered, making her cool skin flush. She dropped her robe at the rocks and jumped in, shivering for a few seconds and then feeling the heat of the water warm her all over.

Amanda took a quick glance at the door. She loved her time in the grotto, it was so relaxing, but she valued her privacy. She had become restless recently because the sexual tension had finally affected her. One of the other rules of Ms. Kathleen was no outright sex with the guests. And it wasn't a specific person that she wanted to spend time with. Just the over all feeling of intense pleasure being given and received but not including her. She had found one relief for her problem and as she darted her eyes to the door once more, she floated her way to the small waterfall.

As she listened to her music playing through the speakers, she angled her legs and felt the pounding pressure of water hitting against her as she lay back into the water. She hooked one leg over a rock and anchored herself as wave after wave of pleasure wound through her. Her eyes closed blissfully and she whimpered little sighs of relief.

Ms. Kathleen watched from the door discreetly not entering to disturb a spectacular sight. She had put aside the list to finish later, thinking the grotto a fine idea to release the tension she felt. She had no idea that Amanda released her pent up passion in this particular way, but as she watched the girl twisting and turning under the pounding waterfall, she could easily understand why she liked her time alone here.

Ms. Kathleen backed away, smiling and went back upstairs, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. There were certain advantages of knowing a pleasure spot. Eventually she would entertain Amanda in those ways, but for now, she would enjoy a shower and let Amanda enjoy.

Some time later, Amanda, dressed appropriately once more but with a warm glow to her, returned to Ms. Kathleen's den.

"How was the grotto dear?" Ms. Kathleen asked politely.

"It was lovely..so nice and warm," Amanda hid the small blush by bending her head down to look at the grocery's list. "I was thinking you may want to add a few things to your list, such as apples and cans of pumpkins. I'm not a very good cook, but I can make pies for the holidays."

"Oh that sounds good," Ms. Kathleen quickly typed those in and then smiled at Amanda. "We have three new guests coming in today. One may be with us over the holidays. The other two, well we'll see."

"Shouldn't they be here by now?" Amanda glanced at the clock.

"Actually, I was thinking the same thing," Ms. Kathleen smoothed the suede skirt she wore and rose from her desk. "Mitchell has done this drive for some time and usually has it down to a science. Perhaps some unforeseen delay. Have you had lunch?"

As they ate a meager lunch together of salad, crackers and cheese, Ms. Kathleen kept one eye on the clock and spoke of sending out gift baskets to some of her more regular clients, not the guests, but the Dom/Dommes who had referred them.

"That may be a nice touch," Amanda forked another leaf of lettuce into her mouth. "A simple basket though, nothing too overdone. I received one from my college counselor after graduation and I swore if I saw one more dinky round of Gouda, I would scream." 

Amanda collected their lunch things and was just finishing putting things away when the front door opened.

Ms. Kathleen rose quietly, and pressed a finger to her lips and went down the hallway to her den door.

Meanwhile, Amanda could hear Mitchell instructing the new guests about their conduct and respect for the remainder of their visit. Two voices that responded were low in tone agreeing to each request, but a rather shrill tone was questioning each new rule that was imposed. Amanda clung to the kitchen counter, unwilling to try to dart to her own room when Mitchell walked in, his lips tight, his brow furrowed. 

"Miss Amanda..umm," Mitchell started. 

Amanda touched her fingers to his lips, nodding in complete understanding and compassion. Whoever was out there was giving hell to her friend. She decided to give him some relief and strode out to the living room herself.

Two men stood by the door, quietly waiting with their one permitted bag in hand. Their demeanor was that as Amanda had seen before. Fearful of what lay in front of their visit here, but excited as well. The third on the other hand, sat sprawled on the couch in the sunken part of the living room, as if he were bored, several pieces of luggage to his side. Ah, an attitude this one had. She walked up to the two at the door first, asking for the copies of contracts, invitations, and the continuation agreements. When she turned to the one on the couch, his eyes were way too revealing, and Amanda felt like she was being undressed under his gaze. She wasn't pleased, she was far from flattered, she was pissed. She snapped at him for the same things, and was only given the continuation agreement, unsigned.

"This needs to be signed now, or you may consider your visit here terminated," Amanda said quietly. She was fuming. She knew that she had exceeded her normal limitations, she had no right to terminate a visit, but damn, he was pulling her anger out.

"Sure honey, got a pen?" His shrill voice came out again.

"YOU may refer to her as Miss Amanda, Gregory," Ms. Kathleen had stepped out of her den. 

"Well excuuuuse me, Miss Amanda. Got a pen, doll?" His attitude dripped of sarcasm and Amanda held back throwing the pen at him.

"I will take Gregory first, Amanda. Please show Thomas and Henry the bunk room and have them relax until I call them." Ms. Kathleen walked back into her den followed by a resolutely egotistical Gregory.

Amanda felt her jaw drop as the den door shut, and quickly snapped it back in place and fixed a smile on her face before turning to the other two men.

"As you've gathered, I'm Miss Amanda. You won't be seeing too much of me during your time here, as I am more into dominating office duties than slaves." She watched the two men visibly relaxed and smiled back at her.

"I'm Tom and this is Hank. I've been here before, helping getting the house renovated but this is Hank's first visit." The sandy brown haired man with deep brown eyes had a southern twang to his words.

"Oh good. Then let me show you where you'll be resting while you're here." Amanda led them down the hallway, pausing at the lounge and reminding them it was to be kept spotless at all times. She led them into the bunk room and reminding them of jet lag and that their actual service wouldn't begin until the next day. She made sure both were comfortable and then made her way to her own room.

As she sat down at her desk, she noticed that she was still clutching the paperwork so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. She released them and set about updating the files, anything to get her mind off of Gregory and his attitude. Mitchell slipped into her room while she typed furiously. She kept her door open for this purpose. This time though, he sat on her huge overstuffed chair and was silent. Amanda finally stopped typing, rested her hands in her lap and turned toward him, resting her feet on the edge of the chair.

"Speak." Amanda said. She knew it must have been really bad, because normally Mitchell just gave first impression and then sauntered away.

"He wouldn't sign it at the airport. He practically ignored me when I spoke with him. He was too busy trying to get a porter to get his bags for him. It's STATED in the instructions that they are only to bring one carry on. Miss Amanda, he had four bags. He wouldn't carry them himself." Mitchell let the rush out. He was as totally shocked as she was. "Then! He demanded that we stop for lunch. I finally relented at that rest stop on the side of the highway, you know where the picnic tables and rest rooms are? They had a roach coach parked there and he bitched and complained about everything." Mitchell drew in a deep breath and then let it out in a shuddering sigh. 

Amanda placed her hand on his. "What about the other two?"

"Thomas has been here before. He's a building contractor that helped with the house originally. He's owned by a Master from around the San Francisco area. Henry though is so totally confused about now. Damn Gregory. Henry is probably scared shitless." Mitchell looked up and realized that he had used language. "Uh.. sorry Miss Amanda."

"It's ok Mitchell. Thank you for the report. I'll add it to the files. It explains why you were late as well." Amanda twirled her chair back to the computer and started typing furiously again.

Mitchell stood up and leaned over to her ear, chuckling. "Bet you a chocolate chip mint ice- cream cone that he doesn't make it past the third day."

Amanda laughed. Chocolate chip mint was her downfall and was only indulged once in awhile. "You're on!"

They both heard the den door slam and they jumped, looking at each other. 

"You've got to be KIDDING!" Came Gregory's voice from next door. Mitchell rolled his eyes and went to see what the problem was.

The rest of the afternoon seemed to be placid enough. The other two guests went in for their interviews and came out with training collars on. Mitchell popped back in later and whispered that Gregory had assumed that he would have his own room. Amanda had just shaken her head with a smile and shooed him out. Evening came and Amanda shut down her computer. She curled up with a novel until dinner time.

Amanda started to feel a bit drowsy, but the acrid smell of cigarette smoke and then the shrilling sound of the smoke alarm woke her quickly. She darted down the hallway just as Ms. Kathleen opened her door and Mitchell flew from the kitchen. They opened the bunk room door to find Thomas and Henry together on one bunk, looking disgusted and Gregory smoking a cigarette casually on the other lower bunk.

"GREGORY! PUT THAT OUT THIS INSTANT" Ms. Kathleen thundered into the room and slapped Gregory's cheek. "HOW DARE YOU POLLUTE MY HOUSE WITH THAT STENCH? It's HIGH TIME you realized WHY you are here. MITCHELL, remove these cases, NOW! GREGORY won't be needing ANYTHING for his visit. GREGORY, STRIP." Ms. Kathleen crossed her arms and stood there tapping her foot, watching. Amanda watched as the two other slaves seemed to cringe together. Gregory stood up and as if he was stripping for Chippendales put on quite a show for Ms. Kathleen. She however was not affected and stormed out of the room with the clothes, slamming the door at her den once more.




Amanda Ch. 02



"So I'll assume this is a nonsmoking dungeon," Gregory lay back down on the bunk and crossed him hands behind his neck. 

Amanda shook her head and ventured into the kitchen. Mitchell had already returned from disposing of the bags and was once again stirring a huge pot of soup. He glanced up at her and just shook his head. 

"Knew that was going to happen," Mitchell carved slices of cheese and apples and placed them nicely on a tray with a vine of grapes and a variety of crackers. He quickly made the table with bowls and the tray. 

"Smells wonderful, Mitchell" Amanda said appreciatively.

Mitchell's smile returned. "This is my favorite kind of soup to make. The manufacturer says a chicken noodle. I call it chicken stew."

"Shall I go let Ms. Kathleen knows you're just about ready?" Amanda snuck a grape from the platter.

"Sure Miss Amanda, thanks," Mitchell turned off the heat from the steaming soup and was gathering pot holders to dump it into a tureen.

Amanda went to the den and knocked quietly.

"Come," Ms. Kathleen's sharp reply came.

Amanda opened the door and chanced a smile. "Mitchell has dinner prepared, Ms. Kathleen."

Ms. Kathleen sighed and then smiled in return. "Good to hear. I think what we ALL need is a bit of food and a good night's sleep before facing tomorrow." Ms. Kathleen rose from her desk, shutting down her computer.

"What are your plans for these guests?" Amanda queried.

"Some hard manual labor to begin with, and then we'll see," Ms. Kathleen had a twinkle in her eyes, mischief lurking there.

Somehow, Amanda knew there was a bit more to it than that.

Dinner was mostly quiet, interrupted only by dissatisfied sounds from the naked Gregory. Amanda felt mildly pleased that he had calmed down somewhat, but she felt it wouldn't last for long.

After dinner, Ms. Kathleen ordered the guests to bed, and then demanded Mitchell to join her in the grotto after he had finished cleaning up the kitchen. She smiled to Amanda and walked purposefully down to the bunk room before continuing on to her own room.

Amanda lingered at the table, nibbling on a bit of cheese. She then realized what Ms. Kathleen had said. Manual labor. It was about 40 degrees outside, tops, during the daytime. She let loose a laugh and Mitchell turned around, his arms covered in suds.

"He's going to freeze his ass off," Amanda popped the last bit of cheese in her mouth, kissed Mitchell's cheek gaily and made her way to her room.

Several hours of sleep passed when she was awakened but a soft tapping at her door. She drew the kimono around her and pulled open the door just a bit to see Henry standing there naked.

"Miss Amanda, I don't know if I should bother you about this..." He lowered his eyes and paused.

"Why Henry! Where's your clothes?" Amanda had a feeling she knew where they were, but wanted confirmation.

"That Gregory said that we should share since he didn't have any. I don't think I should have since he was ordered by the Mistress to strip, but he made it so convincing." Henry kept his eyes down.

Amanda could imagine Gregory's forceful personality demanding the clothes from the other guests' backs. She felt her anger drawing tight again. "Thank you Henry, I'll take care of it. For now, go on back to bed. You'll need your rest."

Amanda shut her door and sat down in her chair. Gregory would have to be taught a lesson. But what could she do? She had watched the training from time to time, but had never participated. A slow smile spread across her face. He wanted a private room, hmm? She rifled through one of her dresser's drawers and came up with a silk scarf. This would work. Her mind quickly went over details and she rushed out the door towards the bunk room.

A sound came from the kitchen of cupboards being opened and shut. A mild curse in Gregory's voice drew Amanda's attention and she crept down to the kitchen area to look.

"Where the hell is the liquor? I didn't pay good money to drink carrot crap," Gregory muttered, wearing Henry's clothes and totally unaware that Amanda was watching him from behind.

Amanda gathered all her strength into her voice and said deeply, "KNEEL, NOW!"

Gregory dropped to his knees. "Oh crap, I'm sorry. Shit I was just thirsty. Damn airplane trips do it all the time."

Amanda growled and stepped forward. "QUIET!" She fastened the blindfold tightly over his eyes and grabbed Mitchell's apron, improvising fast. "STAND, HANDS TOGETHER IN FRONT OF YOU." Gregory actually complied. She put the apron on him backwards and used the ties to tie his hands together. Without another word, she led him out of the kitchen, turning off the light and then made her made down the hall, pausing at Ms. Kathleen's door and then flicking the light switch to the basement.

Carefully she turned and helped him down each step until at the bottom he started to struggle. "STOP GREGORY. YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF," Amanda didn't recognize her own voice and the power behind it. Surprisingly, he stopped and followed her lead on the ties into the dungeon area.

Amanda drew him into the area with the post, but then compassion overcame her and she took him down to the room with the candles, untying the apron and then putting him face down on the padded bench there before making sure the binders were tightened on his wrists and ankles. She went down to the tack room and found a leather blindfold before eyeing the crops. Gregory would have to be punished for taking Henry's clothes. She grabbed one blindly and went back to the candle room.

Amanda untied her silk scarf and placed the blindfold on Gregory making sure that he didn't catch a glimpse of her. She breathed in deeply and spoke once more, "Who's clothes are these?"

Gregory whimpered slightly and shifted a bit on the bench. No answer though.

"These aren't yours are they?" Amanda continued and eyed the candles as well. She lit one, inhaling the spicy vanilla musk that Ms. Kathleen preferred. She waited for an answer and then a soft whisper came.

"No, Mistress," Gregory was barely heard his voice had become so soft.

Amanda caught her breath. He didn't know it was her. A smile played across her lips, so much the better. Rapid fire her arm struck the crop down five, ten times against his buttocks and thighs. Groans and cries of pain came from Gregory but then a blubbering apology.

"Please Mistress, I'm sorry, really, please no more," Gregory paused and then sighed deeply.

'He thinks I'm done..' Amanda thought to herself. With one of the knives Ms. Kathleen had on the shelf, Amanda cut the top from Gregory's back, letting the fabric fall to his sides. She would have to get Henry a new shirt, but it was necessary. With deliberate slowness, making sure that she could face up to what she planned, her hands grasped the tall candle with the melted wax gathered into the glass container. 

The combination of screams coming from Gregory as the wax was poured against his back sent a fire through Amanda, tickling at her passion in a way she never thought. With a flourish, she wrote a signature in wax before blowing out the wick and setting it back on the shelf.

Gregory was panting wildly, moaning. Amanda nodded to herself with an evil chuckle. She fetched a small pillow and stuck it under his head, admiring the "Miss A" in white wax glistening on his back. She then backed away and made her way upstairs.

It wasn't until she went to shut off the basement light that she realized she still gripped the crop in her hand. She smiled, flicked the switch, and brought the crop into her room, setting it on the chair. She could return it in the morning when she released the arrogant little bastard. *~*

Morning came and Amanda did not wake. For some odd reason she had forgotten to set her alarm clock and didn't wake until Mitchell knocked loudly at her door, shouting through, "Miss Amanda!! You're going to be late for your appointment."

"Oh shit!" Amanda bounded out of bed, tearing off her nightclothes and tossing them randomly across the room, effectively covering the crop from her view. She pulled on a warm outfit and ran a quick brush through her hair. She pulled open her door and made her way quickly down to the kitchen. It was still early and the sun had not risen yet. Mitchell thrust a glass of juice at her, grinning.

"Miss Amanda, didn't you know your appointment was the 8:30 one?" Mitchell hurried her to the door and she paused grabbing her huge winter coat and purse, thinking she had forgotten something. She shook her head and ran out to the Bronco.

Mitchell drove competently through the town, heading toward the city where the Doctor's office and the huge wholesale food warehouse was. He talked sporadically, noting the lack of snow, yet the forecast was for any day now, and wasn't it getting cold outside? He talked about the food on the list and several new recipes he wanted to try out. Amanda drank the juice but still tried to recall what she had forgotten. Mitchell took a breath and then said, "So how do you think Gregory will work out?"

"OH SHIT. STOP THE CAR!" Amanda looked rapidly on the horizon for a phone and then grabbed Mitchell's arm. "NO NO, KEEP GOING, WE HAVE TO FIND A PHONE!"

Mitchell looked at her oddly. "But Miss Amanda, you'll be late for your appointment!"

Amanda gulped deeply. "FIND one Mitchell. Shit shit shit!"

Mitchell pulled up to a Denny's restaurant, pointing to the blue phone sign and stopped in front of the doors. "Hurry, Miss Amanda."

Amanda flew through the restaurant, pausing at the front desk and asking breathlessly about the phone. It was located next to the kitchen and restrooms and Amanda shuffled through her purse for change.

The phone rang three times before a very drowsy Ms. Kathleen answered. "Yes?"

Two giggling teenagers made their way down the hall to the restrooms, and Amanda lowered her voice. "Kathleen, the item you are missing is downstairs."

"Huh? Who is this?" Ms. Kathleen sat up in her bed.

The hallway cleared once more. Amanda sighed and spoke rapidly. "Gregory is tied up in the basement, Ms. Kathleen."

"Amanda? Is that you? You are supposed to be at the.. Gregory? What?" Ms. Kathleen flipped the comforter off and nudged her feet into her slippers.

"Gregory is tied up in the basement, and yes, I'm on the way to the Doctor. I forgot about him!" Amanda bit her lower lip, hoping Ms. Kathleen was awake enough to understand.

"Gregory is tied up in the..," Ms. Kathleen let loose a hearty laugh. "Thank you dear, it will be taken care of. Now get to your appointment!"

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Kathleen!" Amanda hung up the phone and ran back out to the Bronco.

She climbed in the car and remained quiet, feeling Mitchell's glances at her.

"Just don't ask right now, ok?" Amanda watched the rural countryside become more congested, and then Mitchell pulled up in front of a large building.

"This is it Miss Amanda. Just go into the receptionist and give your name." Mitchell pulled up to the doors and stopped. "I'll be back most likely before you're done."

"Thank you Mitchell," Amanda got out and waved. She turned around and went into the Medical Plaza and paused before a receptionist's desk. "My name is Amanda .... . I have a doctor's appointment at 8:30."

"Yes Ma'am. If you could fill out these health history forms. I see you are under someone else's insurance coverage, so I don't need those filled out, and we'll be right with you." The cheery voice was way too cheery in a morning without coffee, but Amanda trudged away and started to fill out forms.

Unlike other appointments she had had, at 8:30 on the button a nurse came out and called her name. She was led into a small examination room and the nurse asked her to take her clothes off and put a robe on. As Amanda started to ask who the doctor was coming to see her, the nurse had already slipped out. 

The door opened once more and Amanda tore her eyes away from the article she was reading in a magazine to gasp loudly. "SEAN!" And it was Sean, now dressed in a suit with a doctor's coat and stethoscope hanging around his neck. His eyes brightened and his full lips curled into a smile.

Sean laughed and shut the door. "That's Dr. Campbell, Miss Amanda."

"You're a Doctor?" Amanda was totally confused. "But I thought..."

"That's only one part of my life, Amanda," Sean was softly guiding her back against the examination table with his strong hands. "This is my professional side."

Unlike other examinations she had had before, Sean's hands were warm against her skin as he clinically inspected her breasts and then palpitated her abdomen, pushing softly into her here and there.

"Are you embarrassed?" Sean asked quietly as he picked up the medical history she had filled out.

"Not really, just surprised." Amanda let her body relax a bit more, watching his manner as he read through the questions.

Sean asked her a few questions on the history, and made note of her responses. He asked her about daily routine, nodding with satisfaction when she told him of her jogging and diet. He reminded her that with a sedentary job, she needed to get up often and stretch or walk around.

Amanda was pleased with his manner and the thorough professionalism that he displayed. She realized what would be coming next and adjusted herself, grimacing. Sean pulled on a rubber glove and looked at her, smiling.

"Would it help to tell you I've done this before?" Sean's eyes twinkled in amusement as he squirted a bit of lubrication gel into his palm.

"Hell no." Amanda laughed nervously and moved down the table a bit more, opening her legs slowly.

"Hmm. I have a way to make it easier. If I may...?" Sean had noted her discomfort and was willing to break one of his own rules to help her out.

"Anything," Amanda sighed in frustration.

Sean gently drew her legs out of the stirrups and massaged them with his ungloved hand. As she slowly started to relax, he let his other hand find her clit and nudged at the nub with his thumb. Amanda reacted with a sharp intake of air and then a passionate moan. Her legs opened wide in response, urging the fingers to play more. Sean smiled, knowing that a great deal of women would find Doctor appointments easier if he could only publish his findings in medical journals. Amanda twisted and turned, feeling his gentle ministrations to her clit and then felt his fingers slide up into her vagina, doing the normal examination with less tension then she had ever felt before. Sean looked up at Amanda, her eyes closed in pleasure, soft whimpering moans from her mouth and he didn't want to stop pleasuring her. His examination had found nothing out of the ordinary, so he allowed himself a few extra minutes of sliding his fingers deeply into her and then out again, feeling her arch against the table with each thrust. Amanda reached out and grabbed the back of his head, clenching his hair sharply as a cry of pleasure rose unbidden to her lips.

Sean smiled softly and gently toweled off her vagina from the excess fluid that had flowed against his fingers. "Passionate little thing, aren't you?"

Amanda blushed deeply. "No no, it's just been umm awhile since I've had.." She stopped, remembering that this was a Doctor and continued. "I haven't had intercourse in awhile."

"How long?" Sean snapped the glove from his hand, depositing it neatly in a hidden waste bin.

"Four years." Amanda thought that saying it would make it seem trivial, but it wasn't. It spoke of long nights filled with loneliness. 

"Why so long?" Sean had picked up her chart again and was writing his findings of the examination. He kept his eyes on the chart, hoping that she would continue.

"It wasn't what I expected it to be, and I wasn't too eager to find bed mate after bed mate to find what I was looking for." Amanda really didn't expect herself to be so open, but Sean had shared with her. "The man that took my virginity said that I was frigid. It kind of stuck with me."

Sean chuckled warmly and then stopped when he saw the pain in Amanda's face. "Amanda. Amanda, you are FAR from being frigid. You are a warm and passionate creature that if you were given the time to be aroused would make most men drool."

Amanda had tears in her eyes at Sean's soft words. "I'm not?"

"No Amanda, you aren't." Sean stood up. "Now, back to this." He pointed to the chart. "You are healthy enough. Ms. Kathleen has indicated that she would like to put you on contraceptive. Is this agreeable with you?"

"Oh yes, of course," Amanda was confused, but didn't find anything wrong with it. "Do I have to take pills?"

"Nope." Sean had pulled out a vial and a syringe. "One shot of this should last you the first time for six months. The subsequent shots will last you three." He drew the liquid carefully through the syringe and then looked at her. "With it being winter, I would also like to see you take a bit more Vitamin A and D and that would be fine in a regular pill form." He stuck the needle into her arm, making her wince. "And with that, we are done. I have a handout about possible side effects with this shot. If anything unpleasant occurs, contact the office immediately and I'll fit you in. In the meantime, if you'll go ahead and get dressed, I'll tell the receptionist to make your next appointment in 6 months." Sean stood up and then paused, bending over to kiss her cheek and whisper softly, "Nice to see you again, Miss Amanda." He slipped out with the chart and Amanda shook her head.

'Well, Ms. Kathleen said that I would like this Doctor,' Amanda thought to herself with a smile. She got dressed once more, slinging her winter coat over her arm and then went back out to the receptionist.

"Six months would make it June.." The receptionist went into specific dates and Amanda nodded quietly, eyeing the parking lot for the Bronco. She tucked the appointment reminder in her purse and made her way to the door, tossing on her coat. There was a definite chill to the air today, in contrast to 'Dr. Campbell's' warm office.

There was a small gift shop next door to Medical Plaza and Amanda went in to browse while waiting for Mitchell. She had handmade presents for the holidays for Ms. Kathleen and Mitchell but she wanted to find a couple more things as well. She had a couple things in mind, but they wouldn't be found here. She decided to prevail upon Mitchell to stop by a couple places before they went home.

Mitchell pulled up just as she exited the gift shop and rather than parking, pulled up to the curb to let her in. "Hi Miss Amanda. How did it go?" Mitchell had a grin on his face.

"You KNEW!" Amanda laughed and hit Mitchell's arm playfully. "Brat! Hey listen, can I ask you a couple of favors?"

"It depends." Mitchell wiggled his eyebrows. "What's up?"

"Where would one find a shop that would have Ms. Kathleen type toys at?" Amanda smiled.

"Oh, ho ho ho...Okay, I won't tell. Let's see, there's a tack shop she likes across town and an exotic shop down the ways a bit. Do you know what you are looking for, Miss Amanda?" Mitchell pulled out of the Medical Plaza and started down the street.

"Not really, Mitchell. Can we stop at both places if I promise to be quick?"Amanda grinned. It had been a long time since she had ventured into an Adult store.

"Sure thing. No need to worry about time. The groceries are done and it's cold enough outside to keep 'em until we get back, Miss Amanda," Mitchell drove down the street and then cut into an alley way. "This shop is open 24 hours. It's a lot nicer in the daytime though. Men with only one hand come in at night." Mitchell shot a quick grin at Amanda which started her laughing. "Do you want me to come in too, Miss Amanda?"

"No. I'll be fine. Besides you can't peek at presents!!" Amanda laughed and got out of the Bronco, tightening her coat around her once more and cursing herself for forgetting her gloves this morning.




Amanda Ch. 02



When Amanda entered the store, it looked like the lingerie shop that was back in her hometown, but as she walked in a bit more, there were more things that were displayed that made her eyebrows go up. A couple that looked like newlyweds were giggling over some marital aids and the store clerk came up to greet her.

"Good morning, Ma'am. Can I help you find anything?" The perky voice coming from this woman before her caused a smile to tickle at Amanda's lips. Spying the collar on the clerk's neck she smiled more warmly and nodded.

"Yes you can. I'm looking for BDSM gifts. Particularly for a female dominant. Could you show me where in your vast displays I could find what I'm looking for?" Amanda's voice was at a normal tone, but it carried and the couple at the marital displays glanced over at her before whispering to themselves.

"Yes of course, Ma'am," the store clerk distractedly played at her collar and led Amanda to a section of the store that had all sorts of leather goods as well as books and 'toys'. "If you need any help, just let me know. My name is Blossom." The clerk moved away discreetly, straightening shelves as she went.

Amanda looked around catching her breath slightly. Ms. Kathleen's collection had almost everything this store offered, and better quality too. She fingered a whip that was almost rubber in quality and snorted at it. Amanda wandered through the shelves, picking up an item here another there. She spotted a humor section on the other side of the shelves, with the wind up hopping penis and other gag items and peeked around the corner to see what they had. Amanda came out of the store a short time later, laughing. She climbed into the Bronco with Mitchell and tucked the bag in back. "Ok, let's hit the other store, but I think I got most of what I wanted there."

"Sure thing. I got you something." Mitchell handed Amanda a mocha. "You didn't have your coffee this morning so I figured you could use this about now."

"Oh what a darling, thanks Mitchell." Amanda drank carefully, letting the warmth of the liquid slide down her throat.

They traveled across the city outskirts in peace, interrupted by giggles from Amanda. Whatever she had purchased for Ms. Kathleen had her tickled. The trip was quick though, no trains and not too many red lights. The pulled up to the tack store as a huge truck filled with hay was pulling out. 

"Ok. I'll be right back." Amanda slipped out of her seat and stopped. "NO PEEKING IN THE BAG!"

Mitchell laughed and waved at her. "Yes, Mistress!"

Amanda laughed, shaking her head and went into the Tack and Feed store. Hungry little chicks were peeping like crazy in a huge bin by the door, heated by a space heater from above. The kid behind the counter didn't look old enough to be out of school, but he looked up from a breeder's magazine and nodded at her.

Amanda inhaled deeply of the smell of leather goods and appraised the reins and halters hanging from the walls, touching the leather like a caress. She remembered the last time she smelled leather so deeply and felt a quivering in her passion. She halted THAT train of thought quickly. She wandered up and down the aisle, testing several crops for flexibility and then finding a well made one that was exemplary in price. Quality at a low cost. Compared to that Adult store this would last better.

Amanda chose a few more items that she thought would make interesting additions to Ms. Kathleen's collection and carried them up to the counter. The boy disinterestedly rang up her items and went back to the breeder magazine. Amanda felt pleased and walked back to the car. "Okay Mitchell, we can head home." Home. She smiled and tucked the second bag behind the seat.

"Yes, Miss Amanda." Mitchell popped a CD into the player and they drove in a comfortable silence back to Ms. Kathleen's. *~*

They drove up the drive and came upon Gregory kneeling in the front bushes, weeding. He was still wearing Henry's pants, but the wax had been removed from his back. The red mark of her signature made Amanda blush deeply, but Mitchell said not one word as he backed the Bronco up by the pantry door. They spotted the other two guests in the wheat field raking up dead grain. Henry had on Gregory's Armani suit. Ms. Kathleen opened the pantry door with a smile as Amanda got out of the Bronco. 

"Hi there! Did you have fun?" Ms. Kathleen's tone didn't show anger, but Amanda didn't want to assume anything.

"It was really the most pleasant Doctor's appointment I've ever had." Amanda walked quickly to Ms. Kathleen and lowered her eyes, whispering. "Mitchell doesn't know, I didn't say anything. I'm so sorry for mistreating a guest, Ms. Kathleen."

Ms. Kathleen chuckled. "From what I gathered, he deserved it hon. We'll talk more about it inside. THOMAS.. HENRY.. BREAK." The two guests trotted up to the door, holding the rakes before carefully leaning them up against the house. "Help Mitchell bring in the groceries, pets, and then you may have a nibble." Ms. Kathleen turned to go into the house and then turned back. "Amanda, meet me in the office, ok?"

"Yes Ms. Kathleen," Amanda had a horrible sinking feeling that she would be dismissed for her behavior, but she grabbed the her bags from the back of the Bronco before making her way in. Amanda stopped by her room, leaving her coat, purse and shopping bags before venturing to knock softly at the den door.

"Come in!" Ms. Kathleen's voice was so pleasant.

Amanda entered and sat down quietly opposite the desk. Ms. Kathleen was typing something rapidly into the computer and then paused before looking directly at Amanda.

"If you would like to discharge me for this incident, I would understand completely." Amanda started before Ms. Kathleen could speak. "I don't know what came over me. I just thought I could handle it instead of disturbing you."

"What are you blathering on about? OH Gregory?" Ms. Kathleen laughed. "I have forgotten more slaves than I care to recall. Besides, you had other things on your mind this morning. However, I do like the touch of the signature. Miss A, hmm?"

Amanda blushed deeply and concentrated on her knee. 

Ms. Kathleen got up from behind her desk and went behind Amanda, softly massaging her shoulders. "Amanda, I'm going to tell you a little story and I don't want you to interrupt ok?"

"Yes Ms. Kathleen," Amanda felt the strong fingers working at her tension knots and sighed happily.

"Ten years ago, I was not a Dominant, but a submissive. I craved wild things and had such a wanton lust for more than any Top could offer me. Then a very creative Master offered me a chance to Top a sub similar to myself. Needful, unable to be satisfied. The sub and I both came away from the session satiated and I came away with the need to dominate ALL the time. The Master that held my collar at the time understood completely and cut his collar from my neck. He still has it displayed in his dungeon and has always said that I would never go back to being submissive, and I haven't. But.. BUT there are some that choose both lifestyles. These are called switches." Ms. Kathleen's fingers gently trailed down Amanda's spine. "And I think that that's what you are, my darling girl."

Amanda shivered deeply, eyes closed, listening.

"I want to ask you to do several things for me, in addition to your regular duties. First off, we have to cover our asses because of the situation last night." Ms. Kathleen opened the door and called for Mitchell to come into the den. Mitchell looked bemused but came in and kneeled down.

"Mistress, just a reminder. Gregory is still out in front." Mitchell said in low tones.

"Yes Pet, I know." Ms. Kathleen looked out the window of her den and nodded. "And still weeding too." Ms. Kathleen pulled open a drawer of her desk and pulled out a box. "Mitchell you are here as a witness, not as my slave. Is that understood?" 

"Yes, Mistress," Mitchell rose and stood quietly watching.

"Amanda, now this may strike you as odd, but bear with me. I'm going to collar you with a training collar. This will be a Dominate training, but the guests don't need to know that and you'll effectively be able to discipline them just as Mitchell does. If you feel uncomfortable with this, we'll think of something else." Ms. Kathleen opened the box and revealed one of the black collars that her guests wore while visiting her. "This still means you report to me, and you are unable to discipline Mitchell, although he'd probably like it." Mitchell chuckled softly from the corner. "It also mean that you are submitting to me, with all that implies, including tasting the submissive side as well. Someone once said that the best Dominants have been submissives once themselves. I happen to believe that. Do you understand what this means and are you willing to give it a try?"

Amanda sat in the chair, quiet, letting it all soak in. Both. Yes, she had felt both sides before. It would explain much about her. Right now though she had to make up her mind, for her Mistress required an answer. Her Mistress. She liked the sound of that. She rose from the chair and kneeled down, bowing her head to Ms. Kathleen. "Will you accept my submission, Mistress?" her quiet voice was firm, and she stayed very still.

Ms. Kathleen glanced at Mitchell who beamed deeply at her, eyes alight with pleasure. Ms. Kathleen felt a catch in her throat but she pulled the collar tight around Amanda's neck, sliding one finger for a fit and then saying softly, "I accept your submission, my darling girl."

Amanda stood up, fingering the collar lightly and then gazed at Ms. Kathleen. "Thank you Mistress."

"Ok, formalities aside, things will pretty much stay the same, hon," Ms. Kathleen returned to her desk. "I have today's reports for you to go through and later this afternoon I want you to join in the training session as an observer. That's not a request, but an order."

"Yes Mistress," Amanda's fingers still tickled at the collar, then she realized she was doing it and dropped her hand.

"Very well. Get to work. Thank you Mitchell, return to the kitchen and I will go see how our Gregory is doing." Ms. Kathleen stood and made her way to the door. Mitchell smiled at Amanda and made his way out as well. Amanda gathered up the reports and went into her room.

She felt odd, complete. But at the same time, it meant a deeper meaning of respect for Ms. Kathleen. Ms. Kathleen had really understood her despite of what she had done. A couple of tears pricked at her eyes, trying to escape. But they weren't of sadness, just of deep relief of finally being able to understand her half selves. She started up her computer and readied herself for work. She rapidly typed in the daily reports of Thomas and Henry and what had occurred with them since their arrival. When she read through Gregory's report, she felt a high flush when she realized that Ms. Kathleen had included her in the report and the situation that had called for discipline. As she typed it in, she tasted the feeling of anger that had passed over her last night and shook her head. Ms. Kathleen spared no expense in detail, citing each violation and thoroughly agreeing with the course of punishment. She must have spoken with Gregory to find out exactly what occurred. Underneath Gregory's folder there was another. It was a folder on her. It merely said, SIT/DIT-Amanda. Collared December 15, 20--. As Amanda created a new file in the computer, she wondered what lay in store for her.

*~* 

Later that afternoon, it started to snow. Very quietly as a hush spread across the fields, and the heater clicked on in the house a soft carpet of white formed outside. All of the guests were recalled inside and were made to kneel in the living room as Mitchell started a fire and Amanda made hot cider for all. 

Gregory was shivering deeply, having been outside all this time with no shirt and only Henry's thin slacks. The two others weren't much better, and Thomas was having a hard time kneeling still.

The house warmed considerably with the central heating and the slaves felt their skin prickle. The fire was crackling and Mitchell went to knock on Ms. Kathleen's door. Amanda sipped her cider as she curled up on the couch, watching the guests while a stray finger found it's way to the collar once more and she thought maybe she should be down there kneeling with them. Just as she thought it though Ms. Kathleen came out, laughing at something Mitchell had said and smiled at her. Amanda sat up a bit more and set her cup down. 

"Good afternoon, my darlings," Ms. Kathleen said softly.

"Good afternoon, Mistress," the trio chorused. They each kneeled up a bit straighter keeping their eyes respectfully down. 

"Training is done in many ways. Some find that training consist merely of scening with a slave. I don't feel that that's a complete way to train. Your morning consisted of doing work that "I" ordered you to do. Now that it's started to snow and will no doubt freeze the ground tonight, I'll have to have you all doing chores inside. This is not mundane work. This means that you are doing something for me. Not because you want to do it, but because I expect it of you and I expect nothing but the best of you. Saying that, I want all three of you to go downstairs, strip, shower and prepare yourselves to serve me."

"Yes Mistress," they stood in unison and filed down the stairs whispering to each other.

"SILENCE!" Ms. Kathleen shouted after them. They continued down the stairs quietly.

Ms. Kathleen turned to Amanda, smiling. "Now. About you. Let's go see what you've brought with you in ways of outfits that may fit into a training session. Mitchell, your opinion would be helpful here."

Amanda sadly shook her head as they went down the hall to her room. "I'm afraid I don't have much to offer in that area. My life has been school and work so far. I don't really have any fancy clothes except that one leather dress."

"That would be unsuitable for this afternoon. I know. What about Halloween costumes?" Ms. Kathleen snapped through the hangers in her closet, looking. Amanda was thankful she had hid the presents elsewhere. "Ooooo.." Ms. Kathleen paused, pulling out an "I Dream of Jeannie" costume from a couple of years back. "Now this would work." 

"Oh but I couldn't.." Amanda started to say, but then noticed Mitchell nodding his head.

"Yes you could and you will. And Amanda..no underwear," Ms. Kathleen tossed the outfit to the bed, smiled and swept out. Mitchell shrugged and followed.

No underwear? That would make it totally.. Amanda blushed deeply and then touched the collar at her throat. If her Mistress desired it, she would do so. 

A few moments later, Amanda stood before the mirror in the outfit and gazed at herself. The late afternoon was going to dusk and as the soft muted light came through her window, her breasts were outlined pressing up against the sheerness of the costume. She saw and felt her nipples tighten and breathed in sharply. She did look rather fetching in this. 

She felt her spirits bolster and she made her way downstairs. She smiled because Ms. Kathleen had put on Meredith Brooks once more.

As she entered the dungeon, she was pleased to see Mitchell dressed similarly in a sort of harem pants and vest. She quietly stood next to him and remained still.

The three guests were brought out of the bathroom, still dripping wet and naked at the end of Ms. Kathleen's quirt.

"Oh good, Amanda. I think we'll start off at the post room. Mitchell, Thomas first please." Ms. Kathleen chose a few of the toys from the shelves and nodded to the other guests and Amanda to follow.

Mitchell was securing Thomas to the post. He made sure his arms were bound tight and then stepped back, nodding to Ms. Kathleen.

Mitchell snapped his fingers and pointed to the couches surrounding the post. Amanda sat quietly, watching, feeling the power of authority rushing over Ms. Kathleen and exuding out toward the room. Henry and Gregory sat also, but on the other side. Ms. Kathleen handed the toys to Mitchell and then walked up to Thomas.

Ms. Kathleen let her nails glide down Thomas' naked glowing skin. "Hello Thomas, I see from the goosebumps you remember your last visit here. How is your Master?"

Thomas squirmed against the post. "Master is well, Mistress. He sends his regards and compliments for your work on me last visit."

"And how long will you be with us this time?" Ms. Kathleen chose a flogger and slowly let the tails of it caress against Thomas' back.

Thomas inhaled sharply. "A week Mistress."

Ms. Kathleen continued teasing the flogger against Thomas' back and buttocks. "And are your safewords still the same?"

As Amanda watched, she noticed Thomas getting aroused from just the simplest of conversation and play. She squirmed slightly, and watched avidly as Ms. Kathleen continued, reaching a hand around to his chest dragging her nails down before cupping his balls.

"You haven't answered," Ms. Kathleen said and pulled slightly.

"YES Mistress! The safewords are the same!" Thomas moaned deeply. His eyes shut, and his body moved to Ms. Kathleen's touch.

"Amanda, this is called a warm up period. I have not begun to play with this slave, but I have aroused him, reminded him that he has a Master, and confirmed his safewords." Ms. Kathleen looked at Amanda and then at the other two slaves. "You two will also have the same benefit of a warmup. It is essential in ANY play. Warm up differs from each Dominant, each submissive, so that what I'm doing to Thomas now, may not occur with you."

Henry and Gregory nodded, eyes wide watching Thomas at the post.

Ms. Kathleen fondled Thomas' arousal and then stepped back, raising the flogger before letting it fly with a thud against his back. She set a rythym and proceed to flog back and forth, up and down his back to his buttocks and back up. Moans and soft grunts from Thomas were accompanied by the background music set so low that it could barely be heard. Ms. Kathleen's total attention was on the slave before her. She set the flogger down and grabbed a crop striking swiftly five times against Thomas' buttock, hearing the grunts of surprise in the change of the toy. She set the crop down as well and walked close up to Thomas again, dragging her nails down his reddened skin. Thomas cried out, shaking from the contact. Ms. Kathleen reached around pinching his nipples tightly.

"Are you enjoying, Thomas," Ms. Kathleen asked in a whisper.

"OH thank you Mistress.. thank you," Thomas visibly shuddered against the post. 

"Ok, we are going to leave Thomas at the post for a few moments, and Henry, I think you should come with me." Ms. Kathleen motioned with her hand down the way towards the cool dark storage room. Mitchell followed closely while Gregory and Amanda hung back, looking back at Thomas and then stopping just adjacent to the store room.

"Mitchell fetch the cross for me. Oh and," Ms. Kathleen looked over at Gregory. "The horse as well.

Mitchell said a very quick, "Yes Mistress," and went to do her bidding, pulling out first the large St. Andrews Cross fixed on a platform with wheels. Then lifting a padded saw horse out that had been fixed with restraints on it.

"Henry, to the cross," Ms. Kathleen said quietly.

Henry jumped slightly but moved forward. Mitchell helped him into place, facing him outward on the cross and then making sure the bindings were tight. Henry had lost all color in his face though and he swallowed nervously as Ms. Kathleen approached him.

"Henry, my dear pet.. You are here at the request of your Mistress, Lady Elaine, correct?" Ms. Kathleen had pulled a feather from somewhere and was slowly teasing it against Henry's skin.

"Y-Y-Yes, Mistress," Henry's eyes bulged slightly but didn't embarrass himself.




Amanda Ch. 02



NOTE: It is highly recommended that you read Part One first. If you don't, this part will not make much sense.

*

"Holy shit!" said Faith, struggling to catch the slumping teenager.

"Jesus!" said Tiffany. "Do you think she liked it?" Giggling, they wrapped the girl's arms around their shoulders and half carried, half dragged her inside. "Where should we put her?" Tiffany asked.

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Faith had a brainstorm. "Oh, my God!" she said.

Tiffany was just a second behind. "Oh, my God!" she echoed.

Without another word they took the unconscious teen to the soundproof room and laid her out on the exam table. In the dim light from the one way mirror they looked at their victim. Amanda was groaning softly, just starting to come around. 

"She needs to get more comfortable, don't you think Tiff?"

"Definitely."

"Help me sit her up. Let's get these things off." The two sophomores quickly removed Amanda's starched white nurse's uniform, then laid her back in only her modest white bra and cotton bikini panties. The girl was starting to mumble incoherently.

"Does she look fine, or what?" said Tiffany.

"Fuck yeah. C'mon, let's get her strapped down before she comes to."

"Faith--you're evil!"

"Whatever! Tell me you weren't thinking about it too," Faith retorted as she pulled the straps tight on the sexy teen's wrists. Tiffany did her ankles and another strap just above the knee, while Faith added one more around the girl's ribs right below her breasts.

"Time to call the doctor!" Faith announced. She punched in a number on the intercom. 

"Scott here."

"Dr. Scott, we've got a surprise for you in the crisis management room. I think you're going to like it."

"Cool. Are you girls thirsty?"

"Dying."

"Right. We'll be there in two minutes."

Faith and Tiffany smoked a cigarette while they waited for the doctor. He entered a few minutes later carrying a twelve-pack of Corona. With him was Nurse Constance. "Well girls, it looks like you've done a good night's work," said the Director of Nursing.

"Mmm, mmm!" said the doctor. "We need to have a better look. All the loonies are down for the night so I think it's safe to turn these on." He flipped a switch activating the bright exam lights directly over the table where Amanda lay.

"Hey! What's going on?" she wondered aloud as the light hit her eyes. "Where am I?"

"Sweet Jesus in heaven!" said Derek Scott, sucking in his breath. He was walking slowly around the exam table checking out the helpless teenager from every angle. "She's perfect."

"Yes she is," agreed Nurse Constance, looking at Amanda's legs, her stomach, shoulders, face, even her feet, but especially her massive tits. "Can those be real?"

Before anyone could answer, Amanda said again, "Hey! What happened to me? What am I doing here?" 

"Don't you remember, baby?" asked Faith. We had a wild time outside and you sort of blacked out."

The memory came flooding back causing her cheeks to burn with shame. "Damn you!" she yelled at Faith. "You raped me! Dr. Scott, they raped me!"

"Yeah, right," Faith sneered. "You came so hard you passed out. I don't think it's rape when you want it that bad."

"They tricked me! Dr. Scott, you have to believe me! They gave me drugs and they--" Her voice faded to a harsh rasp before she could finish. "Water," she croaked. She tried to sit but found it was impossible. Her face registered shock and confusion. "What--!" Dr. Scott took over. In his best bedside manner he began, "Look kid, you're restrained for your own protection. The girls knew you were pretty wasted and they didn't want you to fall and hurt yourself. As far as their giving you drugs--are you shitting me? I was there, remember? Nobody forced you to do anything." He sat next to her on the edge of the table. "Now drink this," he said, holding up a bottle of Corona. When the frightened schoolgirl started to protest he shushed her, then helped to raise her head. "Drink," he repeated.

Kid! she thought again. I'll show you I'm no kid. She took a long swallow, then another, and the cold beer felt good going down. But Dr. Scott kept the bottle to her lips until beer spilled down her chin and neck and onto her breasts.

"Doctor--" she choked, but he raised the bottle to her mouth again and she drank. This time he stopped when her eyes told him she could take no more. She took a deep breath and he continued until the bottle was empty. 

"That's better, isn't it?" he said.

Amanda nodded. She really did feel more relaxed, a little giddy even. The three women had been watching with interest and downing beers of their own. Nurse Constance came forward and began stroking Amanda's leg just above the knee. "Look at her skin, Derek. It's flawless. Not a zit or a mole or even a birthmark anywhere. It's incredible." The compliment made Amanda flush pink.

The older woman began to run her hands up and down the teen's long smooth legs. "I think we need to see the rest, don't you?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," said the doctor. "Let's put her feet in the stirrups." He raised a pair of gynecological stirrups from where they had been folded under the table. Before the helpless brunette could freak out, Tiffany began to whisper reassuringly in her ear. She kissed the teenager's cheek and stroked her hair. While Amanda was thus distracted Dr. Scott and Nurse Constance strapped her legs securely in the stirrups and lowered a large section of the exam table so that the pair could stand directly between the patient's open legs.

And there they stood, admiring the view. As Tiffany began to kiss Amanda on the lips, the older nurse caressed her silky thighs. Dr. Scott turned a crank under the table that caused the stirrups to move apart, spreading Amanda's legs wider and wider. It happened so slowly that the gorgeous teen hardly noticed until her legs were very far apart indeed.

Tiffany and Amanda shared a deep French kiss while Nurse Constance felt the soft flesh of the teenager's inner thighs, occasionally letting her hands stray over the girl's cotton-covered mound. Amanda's body began to respond, though the tipsy brunette wasn't fully aware of it. The juices flowed in her cunt and her hips began to undulate very slowly.

"I've gotta see that pussy," said the doctor. He handed Nurse Constance a pair of long-handled, blunt-tipped scissors, the kind used to safely remove bandages. The skillful nurse used these to snip Amanda's panties through on each side, then she pulled them from under the girl's perfect butt.

Amanda felt the cool air on her most private part and gasped. She broke her kiss with Tiffany and cried out, "Nurse Constance! What are you doing?" She felt her face redden in shame, but the older pair ignored her distress.

"Very pretty," said Nurse Constance. The teenager had a fairly thick patch of dark brown pubic hair trimmed only at the sides. Her outer lips were puffed up with arousal and her inner lips were just visible. "But I think we need a better look, don't you doctor?"

Faith, who was getting hornier by the second, was already in motion. She got a razor, shaving cream and a towel from a cabinet, and also a bowl of warm water. "No!" Amanda cried. "Please don't do this!" She began to cry with humiliation. Never in her short life had she felt so helpless or ashamed, nor had she felt so completely exposed. "Please," she sobbed. "Don't..."

"Nurse Constance," said the doctor. "It's time to prep our young patient." And to Amanda, "I suggest you don't move while you're being prepped. And you can stop that blubbering." Amanda didn't move but the tears rolled down her cheeks just the same. Nurse Constance used scissors to trim the hair short and began shaving. As a former O.R. nurse she was very adept, and soon the young girl's pussy and asshole were as smooth as the day she was born.

All traces of shaving cream were washed away and lotion applied to soothe the delicate skin. "Now that's fuckin' beautiful!" said Faith. The four of them stood and admired the lovely teenager. Now Amanda was really and truly exposed: with no hair, every fold of her pink pussy could be seen. Like the rest of her, it was perfect. 

"Mmm, that looks tasty," said the Director of Nursing.

"What!" Amanda yelped. "You can't! That's so nasty!" The tears came faster, but there was absolutely nothing she could do.

"Can't you raise this thing, Derek?" the nurse asked.

"Sure," he said and pressed a button at the side of the table. It slowly inclined so that Amanda's hips and legs rose in the air. She was soon tilted up with her crotch at a convenient height, her head still at waist level. Amanda sobbed pitifully. "Please don't," she begged. "Pleeeez!" 

There are great artists whose talents lie with paint and brush, others with the violin, camera, or pen. Nurse Constance was a master in the art of pussy eating, and she set about her canvas with the utmost refinement. She began by kissing her way from Amanda's left knee to the hollow at the very top of her thigh. This move was repeated on the other leg, then she dragged the tip of her tongue in a wavy line up one thigh and down the other. All the while the despairing teenager pleaded with her to stop.

But when the older woman began to gently kiss the outer lips of the young girl's cunt, Amanda gasped as a shiver went through her body. "No," she said aloud, "Don't," but she knew she was lost. Nurse Constance ran her tongue lightly along the slick pink folds, avoiding the most sensitive area around the teenager's clit. No one had ever eaten Amanda's pussy before, and even as her mind screamed 'NO!' her body responded. As she felt the need for release begin to build again, she lay as still as possible to hide her pleasure.

Amanda had a small, dainty cunt that hid its inner delights most of the time. But under the nurse's talented tongue it opened like a flower, the bubblegum-pink inner lips slowly unfolding. The other three watched in awe as Nurse Constance gently sucked Amanda's pussy lips into her mouth. She nibbled, she licked, but still she didn't touch the girl's clit. Shame reddened the teenager's cheeks and filled her eyes with tears, but she couldn't stop her soft moaning, or the slow rolling of her hips.

Earlier, when Amanda had allowed the two college girls to break down her resistance, she had felt humiliated. This was much worse. Now she was being watched by a handsome, crushworthy doctor while an older woman actually licked her gooey snatch. She would never be able to look at herself again.

Dr. Scott chose this moment to step forward. The brunette teen was so lovely, so sexy, and so helpless he couldn't wait any longer to sample her. "How does she taste?" he asked. As he stood at the side of the table near Amanda's head, the former basketball star leaned over so that his face was just above the gorgeous teen's pussy. He could see her pink clit peeking out.

Nurse Constance lifted her head. "Like candy," she answered. Her mouth and chin were wet with the girl's cunt sauce, and she kissed the big Negro so that he could taste the juices on her lips. They kissed deeply for a minute, then Dr. Scott began to lick Amanda's pussy very near her clit. Nurse Constance probed the girl's fuckhole with her tongue.

Amanda was in heaven. It pained her deeply to give in to her lust--she couldn't imagine anything more filthy than having her pussy licked by an older woman and a black man at the same time--but she could hold back no longer. Her mouth opened and her moans became more rhythmic. She raised her hips slightly to press more of the nurse's tongue into her wet slot. 

The doctor and nurse looked into each other's eyes and each knew what the other had in mind. With the sides of their faces squeezed together, she worked on one side of the girl's tasty cooze while he sucked on the other. When they met in the center, the experienced nurse was the first to lick the sexy teen's clit.

"Oh!" Amanda cried, "Oh God! Right there! Yes!" her climax building fast.

"Let me," said the doctor, and Nurse Constance moved aside. He gently sucked the girl's clit into his mouth and released it, over and over, while the Director of Nursing tongue-fucked the brunette hottie's tight hole. That did it. With a scream the gorgeous teen achieved the third orgasm of her life.

The pair of medical professionals kept up their oral teamwork as the shuddering teenager reached another and then another huge orgasm. Finally she had to beg them to stop. Amanda's skin was damp with sweat and her muscles were as limp as overcooked pasta. She lay with her eyes half closed as the others feasted their gaze on her delectable body. They were amazed that the young, mostly innocent teenager had such a capacity for pleasure.

"I need your cock," said Nurse Constance, rubbing Derek's sizable instrument.

"And I need to finally have a look at those tits," said Faith picking up the scissors. She began by cutting the shoulder straps of the girl's bra. Amanda, basking in the afterglow of her pleasure, hardly noticed. But when Faith cut through the center of her staid white bra she realized what was about to happen. Even though she had just experienced the most intense sexual enjoyment of her life in front of three virtual strangers, she was still uncomfortably aware of her breasts. They were just so big! 

"Please don't," she begged, her eyes filling with tears again.

Faith decided to play up the drama of the situation. "Hmmm," she wondered aloud. "Are they real? What color do you think the nipples are?" The tits in question were barely covered by the bra's cups, now split down the middle.

"No, don't," Amanda pleaded. "Don't look at me, please..." she broke off sobbing. Faith bent down to whisper in her ear.

"It's OK baby," she said. "You're beautiful and sexy. I love your big boobs and I can't wait to touch them. We all want to see what they look like. I'm sure they're great. Don't be embarrassed." With that she slipped her hands under the loose cups and began to feel the shapely tits. The remains of her bra fell to Amanda's sides leaving the huge breasts covered only by Faith's small hands. And those massive globes made Faith's hands look very small indeed.

"They're real, alright," she said with a grin. She squeezed, caressed and wobbled the big melons in her hands, and all the while Amanda cringed with humiliation. "Let's see what kind of nipples she has," Faith went on. She moved her hands to the sides a little and pushed the huge tits together. A collective gasp rose from the group as the teen's pale pink nips came into view.

"Holy fucking shit!" said Tiffany. Dr. Scott could only murmur his agreement as he stared with open lust. Nurse Constance had his dick out of his pants and was stroking it lightly. Faith began to gently pinch and squeeze the puffy pink nerps of the helpless teenager--exactly what she had been dreading. The sensation, as usual, went straight to her pussy.

Amanda turned her head to one side to avoid watching her tits being mauled by Faith's slender hands. And what did she see? Nurse Constance sucking on the biggest, blackest dick she could ever have imagined. Dr. Scott's fuckstick was not quite fully erect but it was already much bigger than any dick she had ever seen or even dreamed about. 

The Director of Nursing was bent over at the waist and sucking the fat, purple head. The former basketball star's cock was very thick and bulging with veins. The huge instrument was just at Amanda's eye level and only a few feet away, and she could hear slurping as the hot nurse coated the enormous tool with her spit. The teen was mesmerized.

Nurse Constance looked up and caught Amanda's stare. She recognized the look in the girl's eyes for what it was--longing. The teenager's lips were parted and she had forgotten her humiliation for the moment, even though Faith was still playing with her tits. With her eyes locked on the girl's, the sexy nurse twirled her tongue around the heavy balls and then all the way up the underside of the shaft. 

She plunged the head into her mouth again, her wide brown eyes still holding Amanda's sultry green ones. Without breaking her gaze, Nurse Constance led Dr. Scott by his dick over to the exam table. The doctor now stood at one side of the teen's head while Faith stood at the other, pinching the girl's nipples. The Director of Nursing stood next to Dr. Scott holding his dick just inches from the young girl's face.

The ebony shaft was slick with the nurse's saliva, her hand sliding up and down. Amanda could not take her eyes from it. So long, so thick, and as black as coal...something inside her craved that enormous tool. "You want to try it, don't you?" said the nurse.

"No," Amanda whispered, but none of them was convinced. 

"Lick it," Nurse Constance ordered, pulling the big cock right up to the young girl's mouth. Amanda shook her head no, but when the head of that big dick brushed her lips, the tip of her tongue seemed to snake from her mouth of its own volition. She licked it hesitantly. The almost innocent teen had never had a cock in her mouth before, but Dr. Scott's sigh of pleasure encouraged her. He reacted not so much from the sensation--her tongue barely touched him--but from the visual stimulation. 

Looking straight down he saw his long black cock held in the small white hand of his lover, Nurse Constance. The attractive thirtysomething woman directed his meatstick to the mouth of the cover-model beautiful brunette teenager strapped helplessly to the exam table. Her curious tongue stretched out to lap his cock like an ice cream cone. What he couldn't see--what none of them saw--was the face at the one-way mirror.

Stay tuned for Part Three... 



Amanda Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Busted

On my way home I couldn't stop thinking about our night together. How soft her skin was and how smooth and sexy she felt writhing around underneath me and on top of me. Her smell was still fresh on my lips. Her succulent juice of love almost smelled fruity, not to mention the perfume she wore drove me insane. I was still having a hard time coming to grips that I had fucked what I considered to be the ultimate young woman. Ah, how would I ever be able to look at her the same?

I had planned on stopping by the local adult shop to pick up some items for our little date tonight, maybe some sexy lube, a vibrator for her, and maybe something for myself. I got to thinking though that the hour was getting late and I might have to wait until this afternoon when the wife would be getting ready to go back to work. Moreover I was still worried about Casey, and Amanda's firm assuredness that she wouldn't suspect a thing. Still I was worried. I was about a mile from the house and realized that Casey had said the night before that she had conditioning practice early this morning around 5am. I was sure she would still be there. My plan was to pull into the garage and make my way posthaste to my bedroom and sleep off my night of indiscretion. My tongue and cock were sore and I needed a break badly so as to be ready for tonight.

I rounded the corner to our street and saw Casey's car parked in the driveway. I immediately stopped the vehicle. I was getting nervous and began to go over excuses that I would need to explain my not being home all night. 

"Oh God she's gonna find out!" I said to myself.

I had to be cautious. I would creep into the driveway as quiet as possible and park the car in the bay next to the garage. Casey wouldn't think to look there for my car. Then I could just make my way in the backdoor and up the stairs to my room and I would be home free. It had to work; besides she was probably in bed.

I gently pulled the car as quietly as possible into the bay, shut it off, and opened the door. I slithered out like the beast I had become and quietly made my way around the back walk. When I reached the privacy fence surrounding the pool I stopped and trained an ear on some familiar noises. There was splashing coming from the pool. No voices, just splashing. I gently crept up to the fence and peered through the openings in the slats. At first I could not see much and then I saw her. Casey was in the pool swimming, doing a breaststroke. I followed her all the way to the ladder and to my surprise she emerged from the pool completely naked. As much as I was enamored with Amanda I decided to sit and watch for a while. After all my stepdaughter was hot, but completely the opposite of Amanda. She was tall and very thin with fair skin and deep piercing green eyes. Long blond hair framed her long, olive shaped face. Yes they were quite the opposites and nearly equally as beautiful.

Casey began drying herself and was lying down on the pool deck rubbing lotion on her stomach and thighs. I got an instant hardon just watching and couldn't help but massage my sore dick through my shorts. She poured the lotion onto her chest and I watched as the viscous oil streamed down her breasts in rivulets and collected at her fair nipples. She rubbed it in, paying careful attention to getting enough on her nipples. With each pass she made her nipples became more and more erect until they were standing at full attention. She was making little moaning sounds as she rubbed in the oil. At this time I was ready for more fucking, and I didn't care whom, even if it was my stepdaughter.

Out of the corner of the cabana that I could barely see I thought I saw another figure walking over to Casey. As the figure came into full view I saw that it was Angie, another one of Casey's friends from volleyball. She was almost a mirror image of my little girl, but with red hair instead of blond and a little less thin, more muscular, and taller even than me. I watched as she performed the same naked ritual as Casey had just done. All the oil, all the skin, all the tits and ass were driving me over the edge. I had to get to my room to relieve myself. My memories of Amanda didn't fade. If anything they grew stronger as this wild sexual instinct took hold of me.

I entered through the backdoor by the gate. I very cautiously walked in front of the patio door and made my way to the staircase to my bedroom. At the bottom step I began fumbling to take off my sandals since I knew they would make noise as I climbed the steps. In one instant of inattention a sandal fell from my hand and landed hard on the ceramic foyer floor. Just as this happened I heard the patio door open. I tried to collect myself quickly but as I turned around Casey was standing there wearing nothing but a very short cover up.

"Where have you been?" She said, frowning.

"Oh, I'm just coming back from a clients'. I had to do some new networking and provide some more security against some spyware threats." I lied.

"Did you just come home or were you here last night?"

"I was here for a little while after I took Amanda home, maybe an hour or so."

"You could have fooled me." She said. "I was up 'til after 2 and didn't hear you come in at all."

"Well you must have just missed me." I stammered. "I was here and then got called out about 3am. Didn't you have conditioning this morning?"

"We were supposed to but it was canceled. I met Angie at the gym and we decided to just come back here for a swim and relaxation after the big win yesterday. Did you get Amanda home alright?"

"Oh, yes. I got her there just fine." My face began to flush.

"Hmm." She said. "Funny that when I spoke to her this morning she said you guys had a little trouble making it to her house."

"Trouble?" I said. "There wasn't any trouble. Just some construction on the roads made it a little more difficult."

I couldn't think of anything else to say. There was no construction on the roads to Amanda's and Casey knew it. She glared at me a little, but in a playful way.

"So how was she?" Casey asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, how was she? Was she everything you always expected her to be?"

"I'm not sure I understand what you mean. She was fine." I stammered again.

"Greg, come into the living room. I need to talk to you."

With that she turned and began walking back to the living room. I followed closely trying to figure out what I was going to do, even though I quickly lost my train of thought watching her walk in her cover up as the rear end of it rose to show her beautiful, round, white ass. When we reached the living room she sat on the sofa and told me to sit with her. I did as she asked.

"It's OK, Greg, Dad." She said reassuringly. "I know everything that happened at Amanda's last night right down to the last thrust of your cock into her tight virgin ass."

This shocked me incredibly and I began to shake. I didn't know what else to do or say, except some words of culpability and contrition.

"Please, baby, try to understand. I don't want to hurt you or mom, but I couldn't help myself. I've always thought Amanda was hot and she came onto me. What was I supposed to do? I was afraid that if I didn't do anything she may tell you that I came on to her or something, and I was so horny. Oh, God. I can't believe this is happening. Please don't tell your mother."

"Oh please, Greg." She said jokingly. "Do you actually think I'm going to tell the queen of frigidity that her husband had sex with my 18 year old best friend? There's nothing in it for me to do that. Amanda called me this morning and told me all about it. She had a really great time and she is looking forward to tonight. You didn't actually think that she wouldn't tell me did you? We are best friends and don't hide anything from each other. Besides, she's always wanted to fuck you. You know she was a virgin right? And she saved herself until the right moment so that you could take her maidenhead. I think it's sweet and sexy as hell that she saved it for you."

"You don't think I'm a pervert?" I said, visibly very nervous.

"C'mon dad, I think it's sexy, and I know you had a great time. How could you call that being a pervert? You did what any other man would have done. So, tell me, how many times did you make her cum? How many times did she make you cum?"

Casey's cover up was slowly drifting down her milky white chest until the top of her pubic hairline was visible. Her tits were still covered but her nipples stood out prominently against the thin white material. I was losing my train of thought. I was being hammered in too many directions at once. I was so distracted that I could not answer her question.

"Oh, well, you don't have to tell me. I already know anyway. What a fucking man you must be." She mused.

"I don't know what to say." I said quietly.

"It's not what you have to say, Greg, it's what you have to do."

"What I have to do?" I said puzzled.

"Yes. Here's the deal. I think you'll like it. I helped Amanda set all this up so she could win her dream night with you, and you could finally have sex again since I know mom doesn't give you any, but with one tiny exception you don't know about."

I exhaled as I spoke. "And that would be?"

A smile crossed her full, pursed, pink lips.

"In order for me not to ever allude to mom that any of this happened you have to fuck my other friend Angie right now, while I watch."

I was astonished and my mind was reeling. I felt trapped. I was excited but still very scared. I was afraid I was getting myself in deeper and that I would be found out by my wife and then the parents of these girls would find out. They are all of legal age but Jesus I would surely be labeled a pervert. I thought this over before I spoke.

"So, you want me to fuck Angie, while you, the girl I've had since you were little, watches?" I asked, finally.

"No, not only do I want you to, you have to. I promised Angie that you would. She, like many of the other friends I have, wants to fuck you too." She smiled now.

A voice in my head immediately yelled out, "Like many of her other friends!" My God, this could be a real meat market. 

"What about you?" I said. "Aren't you going to get a little hot watching this?"

"Oh, I intend to, and I might even join in. I won't fuck you though Greg. It's not that I don't want to 'cause you're sexy as hell, but you are basically my dad. Maybe while you're doing Angie, I'll do myself and maybe play a little with Angie too."

I couldn't fucking believe this was happening. I swear I've died and gone to heaven. I get to fuck my girl's other best friend while she watches, and then get to see her in some lesbian action, and what's more I get to go back to Amanda's tonight for more, steamy one on one, and possibly may get to fuck more of her volleyball team if more of them, supposedly, find me sexy. I couldn't say no. The animal in me would not allow it.

"How could I possibly say no baby?" I said. Let's go out to the pool to see Angie. 

She smiled and giggled a little then jumped up from the couch. Her cover up fell to the floor around her ankles and my eyes were greeted with pert, light pink nipples and a tiny blond bush. She was beautiful, but I agreed with her decision not to fuck me. I would have a hard time fucking her anyway, but I have no problem with her helping me get laid.

"Casey." I said. "What's happened to your modesty?"

"Well it was hardly on anyway, and besides where we're going I won't need it."

"Do you like the way I look?" She said.

"I think you're hot as hell sweetie. Now let's go see how Angie stacks up."

I followed her out the patio door to the pool. I stopped her midstream because I just got a horrible thought.

"Casey do you realize your mom is due home in less than an hour?" I said

"Nah, she won't be home. She called and she has to pull another 24 hour."

This was great. The wife was gone until sometime early tomorrow morning and here I was with these two goddesses. God I'm lucky.

We approached Angie as she lay on the chaise lounge, still naked, and with the scent of coconut and strawberry lingering in the air around her. Her eyes were closed and she was wearing dark sunglasses. As we stood there I admired her gorgeous figure. She was no doubt over 6ft tall with fair freckled skin that looked smooth as silk. Her breasts were very full and her nipples were small but erect. I noticed that her pussy was completely shaven except for a very thin line of short red hair that ran from just above her pubic bone to the top of her slit. Her legs were so long that I was sure she could wrap them around me and touch her heels to her knees. I was hot as hell and my cock was throbbing. 

"Hey Ange." Casey said. "Are you ready for this?"

Angie sat up on the lounger. "Jeez, Greg I hope you don't think I'm some sort of slut or something, but I can't help myself. I'm just so horny all the time. Amanda said you were really hot and could last a long time. Most guys our age are in and then it's done, and all they care about is that they get off. They don't care about how we feel. I need a real man to fuck me."

She scooted closer to the edge of the lounger as Casey moved away to another lounge chair just to the right.

"Come here sweetie." I said. 

I stood at the foot of the lounge chair as Angie moved all the way down to the bottom. Her head was right in front of my crotch and my erection stood out like a log. I looked over at Casey and she was preparing a dildo with a little lube and she looked at me and shook her head yes, as if to say, "Go get it pops!" I didn't have to go get it though because Angie was already firmly clawing at my waistband to get my shorts off.

"Here, let me help." I said as I undid the tie and slipped the shorts off. My cock sprang out like a snake striking. Angie looked pleased with what she saw.

"God, Greg. I never thought it would be that big." Casey said, still lubing up her toy.

"Mmm." Said Angie, hungrily eyeing my manhood.

Unlike Amanda I could tell immediately that Angie was going to go right at it. There was no doubt that she had had a few cocks in her mouth before, and as she reached out and grabbed hold of me I knew I was correct.

Angie went for my cock like a little leaguer goes for a hot dog. She swirled her mouth around the head and then moved her head all the way forward until the shaft disappeared in her mouth. I felt her let out a little groan and flinch as my cock struck the back of her throat. She took a minute to get her breath and then started a nice sucking rhythm with her mouth all the while stroking me with her hand. You would think that I would cum almost immediately but I was still spent from the night before and even though it felt unbelievably good, I was going to make this last as long as possible. Angie fingered herself as she sucked and I could hear the all too familiar squishing of wetness between her legs.

While I was getting sucked Casey treated me to some great eye candy. She had now begun to rub her wet cunt with the dildo she had lubed. She was moaning and flinching irregularly as the toy moved over her little clit.

I could now feel that my orgasm was imminent so I quickly jerked my cock out of Angie's mouth. She made a noise of despondency as I left her, but that wouldn't last long. I dropped to my knees and grabbed her by the hips and pushed her back into the lounge chair. 

I looked up at what had to be the best trim job on a pussy that I had ever seen. Her outer lips were perfectly smooth and my intention was to make my way there just the way I made my way to Amanda's last night. In the middle of her I could see the clear wetness dripping from her love tunnel. I started on her right foot and devoured her long leg. I stopped just where her inner thigh met her pussy and then I quickly blew a puff of air on her snatch. She trembled with delight. Then I made my way to her left leg. I intended to eat this girl's entire body. I spent several minutes on her legs and then made my way to her small but rock hard nipples. She clawed at my back as I lapped at her titties. I didn't spend long there, feeling the growing wetness between her legs. She was begging me to eat her and I went right to work.

I nipped and sucked every inch of her beautifully shaven outer lips. They were blistering red when I was finished. She was moaning now very loudly and Casey was begging me to dive in so she could watch. I opened her little lips with my fingers to expose her erect clit. I went at it gently at first, and then with ever increasing pressure, I sucked it all into my mouth. I spent a long time licking and sucking her sweet pussy while intermittently fingering her little asshole.

Angie never told me when she was cumming, but I could tell she came several times during this episode. Her moans only matched by those of Casey as she fucked herself with her toy. Angie wrapped her long strong legs around me and grabbed me by the hair and pulled me on top of her. She probed my mouth hungrily with her long tongue as she reached for my cock and brought it into striking range of her dripping wet pussy. 

Casey was moaning that she was cumming and I looked over to see her angrily fucking herself with the dildo she had. I wanted to watch her more but then Angie moved my dick right to her pussy and took a stab downward and buried my cock in her tight, wet box. She sighed as I nearly struck rock bottom. This hungry girl was going to be more of a challenge than Amanda was. Keeping pace with her would be difficult but I relished in the opportunity to fuck her.

I started with some long deep strokes followed by shallower more circular thrusts. Angie met my every move no matter what I tried to throw at her.

"Fuck me hard, Greg. Fuck me fast." She said breathlessly.

I increased my rhythm and the force of my strokes as I buried myself deep and ground her pussy dry. Angie clawed at my ass, pulling me into her. This girl was fucking me instead of the other way around. I didn't care though, her pussy felt great.

"Turn over now." She said. "I want to be on top."

Who was I to say no?

Angie climbed on top of me and lowered her raw, dripping pussy onto my cock. She was driving me crazy. She took every last inch of me into her as Casey came up behind her with a stainless steel vibrator. Casey was lubing up the toy and as she moved closer I could tell by its size that it was made for an asshole. 

Angie laid her body on top of me while keeping our fucking rhythm slow. Casey knelt down at our side.

"Spread her ass cheeks apart Greg." She said.

I reached down and grabbed hold of Angie's tight little ass while Casey moved back to see her target. She told Angie to stop moving for a minute. Angie stopped and began to moan and whimper, as she knew what was coming next. Casey inserted the whole of the dildo into Angie's ass and turned on the power. Angie began bucking uncontrollably and even I could feel the powerful vibrations from the device from inside Angie's pussy. Casey began fucking Angie's ass with the dildo as Angie started working on my cock again. I wasn't going to last long with Angie riding me like this and Casey working her ass with the dildo. I didn't have to worry about it too much. Just as I was thinking I was going to cum Angie let out a scream and convulsed. I could feel her pussy trembling as my orgasm came upon me. I began thrusting harder and faster, sinking my whole cock into her. My balls rose in my scrotum as the first jets of hot cum flooded the inside on Angie's pussy. She moaned with delight as she felt my juice coat her insides. 

She collapsed on top of me after I came. Casey removed the ass toy from Angie and lay down next to us on the pool deck. I was completely spent and couldn't help but think that I really needed to save some for Amanda tonight.




Amanda Ch. 02



Sherry put a mug of coffee on the table in front of me and took her own and leaned against the kitchen counter.

"You were asleep last night when I got in," she said.

"Yeah. I must be getting old. Just can't party like I used to. You have a good time?"

Sherry blew across the top of her mug, raising a cloud of steam. Her eyes were on the coffee as she replied. "It's too bad we didn't get to know them better. Lawrence. And Amanda. And now they're leaving."

Still looking down at her coffee, she continued. "Lawrence is a really sweet guy. And fun. I'm not so sure what he sees in Amanda, though. I mean she's nice, and good-looking, I suppose, in that sort of mousy, plain-Jane way." Sherry turned and looked out the window. "I guess I'm just surprised he settled for that."

I let my eyes run over my wife's body. Long tan legs, muscled but smooth. A firm, round ass, just peeking out from under a T-shirt of mine she'd pulled on. All her running and exercise had certainly paid off. In the little gap between her thighs I could just make out a wisp of pale blue thong panties. I knew that when she turned back to me the T-shirt would cascade down from her breasts like a waterfall, not touching her anywhere below those magnificent mounds. 

She faced me again. Just like I'd pictured. Except that her nipples had hardened and were holding the thin cotton even further away from her body than I'd imagined. I lengthened under my boxers and started to get out of my chair, but Sherry was talking again.

"I mean, he's, well he could have all sorts of women. Good-looking, a job that takes him all over the world."

I settled back. "Maybe she's wild and kinky. You never know."

Sherry finally looked me in the eye. "You think?" She shook her head. "Nope. I don't see it."

"There's a lot that goes on behind closed doors. Amanda could be the Marquess de Sade. She could have him cuffed to the bed right now, brandishing her whip."

Sherry rolled her eyes. "God. Men and their fantasies. Lawrence as much as told me they have no sex life. Yeah, they have two kids, but I get the idea that she's, maybe not frigid, exactly. Asexual."

Sherry's not naieve. Men have been hitting on her ever since she sprouted those globes on her chest. And one thing she knows, one thing we both surely know, is that when a man confides in a woman that he's not getting it at home, whether it's true or lies, he's looking to get it somewhere else. 

"Don't tell me you bought that line."

Sherry was back to looking at her coffee. "I didn't buy anything. How did we even get here? All I said was I thought Lawrence could do better than Amanda." She glanced up at the clock. "Oh, shit. Look at the time. I'm going to be late for work."

She dashed up the stairs, and a minute later I heard the shower running. Almost before I could get a second cup of coffee, Sherry was kissing me on the cheek and flying out the door. How she could get herself ready in that time was a constant mystery to me. All that remained of her was a trace of perfume in the air.

I poured my coffee and sat at the kitchen table. I had a lot to think about. First there was Amanda, and what we'd done yesterday and what she'd promised for today. Looking back, yesterday was one of the strangest experiences of my life, though at the time it had seemed, well, if not entirely normal, somehow inevitable. At any rate, with the story Amanda had told me, the result had been inevitable.

Then there was Sherry. Or rather Sherry and Lawrence. Something was going on there. I knew my wife, and I knew she didn't just wake up in the morning worrying about our neighbors' marriage. No, there was more to it. Of course I could see how Lawrence would be attracted to Sherry. Men buzzed around her like moths around a light. And I guess I could see it from her point of view. Young guy, handsome, a little flirting over wine at a party. Everybody needs some excitement in their life.

A lot to think about. I rinsed our coffee cups and put them in the dish-washer and went upstairs to shower. By the time I was under the hot spray, I was only thinking about one thing. Amanda. I didn't know what she had planned for today, but just wondering about it sent my blood rushing south. I soaped up and my hands lingered over my cock. Little electric sparks were shooting through it, and I wanted to stroke it and fondle it and release the sexual tension that was building in me. I made myself stop, and I rinsed off and got out and shaved. The whole time, my mind was on Amanda, and my cock stayed hard, pointing almost straight up, ticking in time with my pulse. I followed it down the hall to our bedroom to get dressed.

Just outside the door, I stopped. Whatever Amanda had in mind for today, my clothes would be unnecessary. That thought made my cock jump, and I felt the magic tingle of fluid leaking out of its head. I turned and went down the hall to my office.

I sat at my desk and fired up my computer. Automatically, my fingers raced over the keyboard and pulled up my favorite porn site. The girls were as luscious as always, their poses as sexy as ever, but I wasn't really concentrating on them. I was sitting where Amanda had watched me, and all my consciousness drifted to my loins, where my cock was standing tall and proud, nearly bursting out of its skin. My hands trembled and reached for it, but I locked them onto the arms of my chair. Instead of touching myself, I looked down, down to where six inches of bobbing turgid flesh were draining the blood from my brain and giving it back in gobs of shiny clear liquid. Amanda, mousy plain-Jane Amanda, not exactly frigid, asexual Amanda, had a lot to answer for.

Thinking of her made me swivel in my chair to look at the window of the room she'd brought me to yesterday. Amanda was there, naked, in the armchair, in the pose she'd described to me. Her legs were spread over the arms of the chair. Her head was tilted back, but I could see her dark eyes under her drooping lashes, and her hands were languidly stroking her breasts and stomach. She smiled at me, and my hands flew to my cock. She raised her right hand in a traffic-cop gesture and reached to the floor with her left. The sway and droop of her small breasts as she leaned, and the folds of her skin as her torso twisted, were heart-stoppingly beautiful.

She sat up, looking over at me, apparently making sure my hands were back on the chair arms, then nodded and flicked open a little silver cell phone. She thumbed a button and the phone on my desk rang. I swung around and reached for it with a quivering hand.

"Amanda?"

"You know it's me. Turn back around so I can see you. There. That's perfect. You know, Henry, this is the first time I've seen you. Really seen you. You're quite impressive. Do you work out?"

My fingers were clenched around the phone, and I could feel a slippery sheen of sweat between my palm and the plastic. "Yeah. Some. I have a gym in the basement."

"Mmm. I thought so. Nice. And of course we both know you exercise that other muscle regularly. Have you been working on it today? It certainly looks pumped up."

"No. Not today. I've been waiting for you."

"Why, Henry. That's so sweet. But it didn't get that way all by itself. Maybe those pictures on your computer helped a little."

Oh, shit. Amanda could see my screen. "No. Really. I just..."

"It's all right, Henry. This isn't the first time I've watched you, remember? I know what you do over there."

"Yeah. OK. But today, I didn't, I don't know, I just sort of did it out of habit. But I was already like this. Before. I was in the shower, thinking about you, and you know..."

"Hmmm. I'm not sure I can believe that. I mean, look at yourself. You're so hard. So worked up. You didn't get like that just thinking about me."

"But I did. Really."

"Really?"

"Really.'

"Oh, my goodness. You don't know how wet that just made me, Henry."

I almost fainted. "Wet? How wet?"

"Soaking. Dripping. I can smell it. Oh, god. Henry, I've got to put the phone down now."

"Oh, jesus, no, Amanda. Don't hang up. Don't go."

"Shhh. I'm not going anywhere. I just need two hands for this."

Amanda set her cell phone on the arm of her chair. With her left hand she spread her pussy lips wide, and her right index finger speared her soft center. She slid it in and out and then pushed her middle finger in beside it. Her head lolled back against the chair and her left hand flashed over her clit. Then she was sitting up and picking up the phone.

"That was close, Henry. I almost came." My brain flashed to black for an instant. "But that's not what I wanted to do. Not yet. I want to smell it, to taste it." She waved her glistening fingers under her nose, and I could see her chest expand with her inhalation. "Oh, god, that's delicious. Do you think you'd like it, Henry? To sniff me? Lick me?" She ran her tongue over her fingers. "Oh. Oh. Hang on a second. Wait. Just wait. Aah, that's better. Can you believe that? I was right there again. And this time I wasn't even touching myself."

The connection went silent again as Amanda put down the phone and suckled her fingers. Then she was back on. "Henry, my fingers are almost as wet as my pussy, and I'm going to stick them back in me. I'm going to make myself come. Do it."

"Do it?"

She was watching me through the windows, and her fingers slipped into her. Her voice was a hoarse whisper. "You know what I'm talking about. Do it now."

I lifted my hand and wrapped my fingers around my swollen shaft. Oh, fuck. I'd been jerking myself off for something like thirty years, but I'd never felt that first touch drive me so close to the edge. I got my breathing under control enough to croak into the phone. "Like this?"

"Just like that. Whoa. Calm down. I want you to feel exactly what I'm feeling. That's it. Long and slow. Oh god. Oh yeah. Ooooh. Almost there. Are you with me, Henry?"

I watched Amanda watching me. Her hand was jerking between her legs, and I couldn't hold my smooth tempo any longer.

"I'm with you. Oh, sweet jesus. I'm going to, I'm, uh-oh."

"Let it go, Henry. Let it go. I want to see it. Do it. Do it now. Do it now. Let me watch. Before it's too late. Before I, oh, damn. I'm ..."

My eyes were screwing shut, but I forced them open to watch Amanda. She was sitting up rigid in her chair, staring at me, and I could make out red blotches on her neck and chest. Then my vision blurred, and I was trying to focus on her through a veil of darkness. 

When I opened my eyes, I was still clutching the phone. My chest was heaving, my legs were shaking, and my hand was cramped around my prick. A sea of cum warmed my chest and stomach. Soft breathing, almost sighing, caressed my ear. I closed my eyes and counted heart-beats, waiting until I could hear the space between them.

"Amanda?"

"Henry."

"That was..., oh, jesus. What was that?"

"That was fun, Henry. Thank you."

"Thank you."

A giggle. "We're being so polite."

I laughed. "Yeah. What I wanted to say was that was amazing. And yesterday..."

"Oh, Henry. Yesterday. I couldn't believe you just got off in your pants like that. I'm sorry if it embarrassed you, but it made me feel so, I don't know. Sexy. Desirable. Irresistible. After you left, I had to do my hostess thing, and I was sure everyone could hear me squishing as I made the rounds. I was so wet. And after everyone was gone, after Lawrence had stopped glomming all over Sherry and had passed out in bed, well, I, I. It wasn't easy to not to. You know."

"Amanda, I can't believe you're going all shy and girlish on me. Say it."

"All right, Henry. It wasn't easy not to think of you coming in your shorts, all because of me, and not to rub myself into oblivion."

"See how easy it is? So why didn't you?"

"Maybe I was saving myself for you. Like you did this morning."

"Amanda. This conversation is beginning to, just look out the window."

Another giggle, deep and throaty. "I didn't think guys your age could do that."

"Most guys my age don't have a view like this, or unpaid access to this sort of telephone conversation."

"I'm starting to get giddy with my power over you, Henry. Be careful."

"That's the last thing I want to be. Listen, how long before you leave?"

"Three weeks."

Relief burst out of my lungs. "Three weeks. So maybe we could, you know."

"I'm sure we could, Henry. Right now, I've got to pick up the kids. Call me tomorrow. Or should I call you?"

"Why don't you call me."



Amanda Ch. 02



John first met Amanda at the coffee shop. She served him the same thing every morning with the same smile. She was twenty three and single. He was a fifty seven year old semi-retired widower. Little did he know that the aspiring cinematographer was into older men. He was certainly into younger women and when she began supplying him with erotic videos of herself, it led to an afternoon meeting at his house and wild sex in the kitchen during a thunderstorm.

Thus, daily drive-throughs spawned a relationship that was about to enter a new phase.

The Saturday following their first encounter at John's house found the couple together again. This time, they were fully dressed and sitting on the couch.

"What's the latest on your video project at school?" John asked, referring to the advanced cinematography course she was taking at the local university.

"Oh, I'm glad you asked," Amanda said, turning to face him and putting her hand on his leg. "Something's come up. I have an uncle named Frank. My mother never talked about him much and I hardly ever saw him. But I liked him when I did. Anyway, ends up he makes mainstream adult movies. Pretty tame stuff, I guess. He found out what I was doing in school and contacted me."

John could see the excitement in her dark eyes. Her straight, jet black hair waved back and forth as she gestured.

"Guess what he said?" she asked with glee.

"What?"

"He said I could borrow some of his equipment for any videos I wanted to shoot. Professional equipment, John! Can you fucking believe it?"

John smiled. "He must have lots of trust in you."

"I hope so. But, it did come with a catch."

John heard the tone in Amanda's voice change, but she still glowed as she spoke.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. He wants the right to use any movies I shoot. They have a pay website where they post amateur videos," she said, perking up. "But, it would be great practice."

"Do you really want to be a porn producer?" John asked.

"I want to make movies. I'll never know how to do it for real if I don't get practice with real equipment."

Her emphasis on the last couple words made John grin. "You're going to do this, aren't you?"

"Hell yes!"

She looked at him intently. "And I was hoping you'd help me out."

A thousand things flew through his mind. He had to ask.

"How?"

"I'll need help with sound. And moving lights. And moving cameras," she said.

"Good," he said with a sigh. "I was afraid you were going to say you needed an actor."

"I think we're OK there. I talked to my friend Erin. She's in the theater department at school. Her and a guy we know—he's also in theater—will do the acting."

"Do you have a script already?" John asked.

"Actually, Erin was working on something. A love story, kind of. It may end up a two-person stage play, but it's perfect for what I want to do."

"So, where does the porno aspect of this come in?" John wanted to know.

Amanda giggled. "I'd appreciate it if you refrain from calling it a porno. But, there's a scene where the couple is in a house. They end up having sex in the shower. We thought, maybe, you would volunteer your shower."

John looked at Amanda. She had eyes that could make him do anything. "And I get to watch, right? What do these two look like?"

Amanda sat up straight, excited that he seemed ready to agree. "Oh shit, John. Wait until you see Erin. She's tall, blonde, has a model's body. Gorgeous face. And Andy's a stud. Well, not that I know that personally. But he's really hot."

"They have sex in my shower while we film it?"

"Yep."

"What if I get an erection?" John said nonchalantly.

Amanda burst out laughing. "Then somebody will have to take care of it."

She put her hand on his crotch.

"Now you're talking," John said, reaching for the buttons on Amanda's blouse.

As was her habit, Amanda didn't wear a bra and John soon had full access to her precious tits. He pushed the blouse aside. She arched her back.

John began with light kisses and licks of her prominent nipples. But his lust for her turned the licks into gentle bites and not-so-gentle sucking. Amanda moaned and John assaulted both breasts with his mouth, tongue and hands.

Amanda yanked the blouse off and fumbled with his pants. She got the button undone and the zipper down, allowing for a quick probe with her hand and, ultimately, an exposed cock. She slid off John's lap and onto her knees between his legs.

Their first fuck happened so fast there hadn't been time, or need, for foreplay. So the prospect of Amanda's young mouth around his cock especially excited John this time.

Amanda's penchant for older men could be traced to the loss of her father at a young age. She never had an authoritative male in her life until she got to college and had to deal with the professors. Now, she couldn't get enough of them.

She took the time to free John's cock from the confines of his boxers, anticipating that he'd soon have to maneuver it a little. In the meantime, she lowered her head and planted soft kisses all around the tip of the cock. It began to grow in her hand. When she licked it a few times from the base to the head, it grew some more. When she put it deep inside her mouth and used her lips and tongue on it, John was fully erect.

Amanda spent the next couple minutes enjoying the cock she'd only felt in her cunt the first time. And John learned something new about his young friend: she sucked cock like a pro.

Satisfied that he was as hard as he was going to get, Amanda stood up and quickly took off her shorts and panties. John admired her short, perfectly proportioned body as she climbed back onto his lap. With her knees straddling him, she placed her pussy directly above his cock and used a hand to hold the shaft in place. When she felt the tip slide between the lips of her cunt, she descended onto it.

John and Amanda both moaned at the tight fit. But she didn't stop until their bodies met, and then she began to raise and lower herself onto the rigid cock. John grabbed Amanda by the waist and matched the rhythm. Soon, the speed and intensity of their fucking increased dramatically.

Maybe someday the new lovers would find the time and place to make love long and slow. But not yet. Their desire for each other was too overwhelming. Once they got started, lust took over.

Amanda leaned forward and let John suck on her tits and tug on her nipples with his teeth.

"Oh God, John! Yessss! Just like that."

Her hand was between her legs, searching for her clit. She found it and drove herself ever closer to an orgasm. John held her by the ass, squeezing the cheeks a little more roughly the longer they fucked.

"You feel so good, Amanda. So tight."

They kissed passionately. John's hands moved to Amanda's tits and the louder Amanda moaned, the harder he squeezed them.

"I'm close. Fuck! Almost...," she moaned

John tried his best to cum at the same time she did. But for the second time in a week, Amanda beat him.

"Fuck! Yes. Yes!"

Amanda's body writhed in John's lap, her arms around his neck holding him tightly. He felt her cunt contract again and again around his throbbing cock. He was close. Very close. But the enjoyment of knowing young Amanda was cumming because of him made him hold off just a few seconds longer.

She cried out in total bliss during a long orgasm. And then, to his surprise, she got back onto her knees in front of him and began to stroke his wet cock in her hand. Amanda aimed it directly at her tits.

John took the cue and prepared to shoot his sperm wherever she wanted it. He leaned back, groaned loudly, and felt the first shot of cum pour through his cock. It exploded in a stream that hit the top of her tits. Second and third shots landed squarely on her nipples. After that, small amounts of cum were spread over each tit.

The awesome sight, alone, extended John's orgasm for a few seconds, helped along by a messy hand sliding up and down the shaft. The smile on Amanda's face said it all.

"You won't be sorry you agreed to do this," Amanda said, licking the excess cum from his cock.

"What if I don't like blondes?"

"Then you'll always have me," she said, shoving the entire cock back into her mouth.

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Amanda had to address several issues. First, although she'd never admit it to John, he might have been right about 'did she want to be a porn producer'? Yes, she had made the videos of her undressing, and showering, and masturbating. But those were intended for John's eyes only. Was this how she wanted to gain experience? She justified it by saying the shower scene was just one scene in a larger movie. And it would be tastefully done.

Second, and no less daunting, was the fact Erin and Andy would be having sex in front of John and her. How would John react? How would SHE react? What if it didn't go well? What if it DID? She didn't have the answers.

Amanda spent the next week making arrangements and coordinating everybody's schedule. She was borrowing a beat-up van from a friend to get the equipment from Frank. She needed to go over details about the scene with Erin and Andy: things like what to wear, the plot, dialogue, and so on. They wouldn't have time, or didn't want to take time, to inconvenience John any more than they already were.

In ten days, it was all set and Amanda, Erin and Andy pulled up to John's house at the designated time.

John met them in the driveway, knowing there'd be a lot of unloading to do. Amanda came around the side of the van.

"Hi, John," Amanda said, giving him a kiss on the cheek when he got to her. "This is Erin."

She pointed to the girl who was walking towards them. John was caught staring for an instant at the statuesque beauty. Erin held out her hand and John took it.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi, Erin. Amanda said you were very pretty. She understated it," John said.

Despite Erin's tan skin, John still saw her blush. Flowing blonde hair that was obviously natural drifted in the breeze around her long neck and rounded shoulders. A t-shirt and shorts modestly showed off a potential model's body. John believed she was in her early twenties. Maybe twenty five.

"Thanks. I've heard a lot about you, too."

John could only guess what she'd heard.

Andy came from the back of the van with a large camera in hand. John shook hands with the athletic-looking young man. If Amanda hadn't already told him Andy was in the theater department, John would have guessed it. He had soap opera actor written all over him, with a bit of body builder added for good measure. He appeared to be Erin's age, give or take a year.

They entered the house. Amanda and Erin began the process of determining best camera angles and lighting arrangements while John and Andy unloaded the van. The living room began to fill up quickly and John wondered how a scene could possibly be shot without equipment being visible—especially in the bathroom.

He left all that up to the experts.

Finally, everything was inside and Amanda suggested that Erin and Andy change into their 'outfits'. When the aspiring actors returned from their respective bedrooms/dressing rooms, John was treated to Erin in a too-big tank top over too-small panties. The allusion it provided to what she might look like naked already had John's cock responding. Andy came out in a pair of running shorts. They made a more-than-attractive couple.

Amanda was busy moving cameras into position for a scene that would start in the kitchen. John was directed where to place lights and reflectors. His primary job would be maneuvering the boom microphone overhead. He enjoyed watching Amanda at work. It was an aspect of her life he'd never seen, and her enthusiasm was contagious.

When everything was ready, she positioned Erin facing the sink and had Andy just off camera. John had the mic in place and Amanda gave the command to 'roll'.

Andy walked in and threw his arms around a surprised Erin. He kissed her neck and shoulders while the dialogue progressed. Amanda began to move more to their side. John's job was to follow her and be one step behind. It was going to be difficult not to trip over her while he admired the silhouette view of Erin's incredible body. Andy's arm around her top made it tighter on her and threatened to expose at least part of her ample breasts.

Erin talked about their relationship and made reference to somebody she thought Andy was seeing, all of which John assumed would make sense in the final version of the short movie. Andy acted very much like a guy trying not to lose the lovely blonde leading lady. His hands were all over her without getting obscene. Their bodies came together once Erin turned to face Andy.

At first he had her pressed against the sink. But Erin moved over and pushed herself up onto the counter. John determined quickly that it was the best thing that ever sat on that counter top. Andy moved between her legs and Erin wrapped the shapely limbs around him. John was getting harder by the second, and they weren't even in the bathroom yet.

Suddenly, Andy flubbed a line. Amanda shut down the camera and giggled when Andy let out an angry 'Fuck'. They returned to their positions by the sink and went through it again. Erin's legs took their spot around Andy's waist and all was well.

John wasn't listening to every word of every line, but he heard Erin say she was going to take a shower. She put her arms around Andy's neck, climbed off the counter while clinging to his body, and once on the floor turned to head for the bathroom. Amanda stayed where she was, but followed Erin with the camera as her exquisite ass strode away. Andy came into the frame, watching the beauty look back over her shoulder and begin to pull off her top just as she turned into the bathroom.

Amanda yelled 'Cut!'.

"Good!," she proclaimed. "That was awesome!"

Erin rematerialized in the hallway, her top strategically held over her breasts. Her smile showed that she appreciated Amanda's endorsement.

"OK. Here's the deal," Amanda said to everybody. "From here, Andy walks down the hallway and looks into the bathroom. Erin will be turning on the shower, in just her panties. I'll be behind Andy getting the view from his angle. I'm going to want his facial expressions. Erin, you're putting on a show for him. You're seducing him into the shower. You know he's watching, but don't stare at him. Don't look at him at all if you can. But strip for him. Get in the shower and we'll pick up after that. Sound good?" 

Erin and Andy agreed. But John said, "I've got a stupid question. That bathroom will get steamy from the shower. What do you do about the camera lenses?"

"Frank supplied us with some of the special lens spray they use to offset the steam," Amanda said. "Any other stupid questions?"

John smiled. "Not right now."

He really wanted to know when he'd get to see Erin naked, but didn't embarrass himself by asking. They began to move lighting equipment into the bathroom and the next time he saw her, Erin had her top back on. So much for that, he thought. It took a while to set up the lights in such a way they wouldn't be caught by the camera. But eventually they had it and Amanda took John and Andy back to the kitchen for the trip down the hallway.

Andy said he was ready; John was ready; Erin shouted from the bathroom that she was ready; and Amanda started the camera.

John and Amanda followed Andy as he walked towards the bathroom, slowing at the door to silently poke his head around the corner. Amanda was right with him. John heard the shower turn on.

What Andy, the camera, and John saw was Erin in a pair of panties, reaching inside the glass enclosed shower. Then she backed out and turned ninety degrees. Finally, everyone had their first glimpse of her magnificent breasts. They were full, with a slope that few master artists could render. Erin's nipples pointed outward with provocative firmness.

John could have stared at them all day if Erin had not then started to pull down her panties. From the side, he did not get a full view of either her pussy or her ass. But as she bent over to remove the panties, the profile he witnessed was worthy of any magazine.

Erin stood up, arching her back and pulling her hair back with both hands. The resulting thrust of her breasts and curve of her spine down to her ass nearly made John gasp out loud. She was putting on quite the show for them.

She turned to enter the shower and John looked on in awe of Erin's tantalizing ass. With the lights shining down into the shower and the sliding glass door still half open, Erin's body was clearly visible. She got under the water and let it flow over her hair, her face, her breasts, and down her long legs.

Andy entered the large bathroom. Amanda and John stayed just behind, as though voyeurs themselves watching the voyeur.

Erin saw him. She ran her hands over her breasts and stomach.

"Coming in?" she asked.

Andy answered by way of a smile. He watched her for another few seconds, and then began to take off his shorts. Amanda was careful to be directly behind him, so the same tease Erin gave with her breasts was provided for Andy's cock. Only when he took the few steps toward the shower did Amanda start to move to his side. From what John could tell, nothing would have shown until Andy stepped in with Erin.

Amanda and John stood a couple feet from the shower. They watched Andy and Erin come together, his semi-erect cock no longer hidden. Erin stood closest to the water, a torrent running down her back as she and Andy initiated a kiss.

John wondered if Amanda intended to interrupt at any point, but from what he could tell, the scene was plenty good as it was. His cock was aching to be free from his shorts. He also wondered, with an inner smile, why the crew couldn't be naked, too.

Andy and Erin's embrace became a little more energetic. Their hands roamed, but did not explore forbidden areas. They began to rotate under the water. For a fleeting few seconds, John saw the erotic space between Erin's legs. It was neatly shaved except for a puff of hair above her clit. Water poured over it and flowed down her inner thighs.

A couple inches away, Andy's cock was growing ever-thicker. He gently leaned into Erin and pushed her against the wall of the shower.

"OK. Hold it," Amanda shouted, nearly causing John to drop the mic.

"Shit!" Andy bellowed. "What now?"

Amanda glared at him. "We all know you have a cute ass, Andy. But the audience may want to see Erin, too. Always recognize where the camera is and don't block her out completely."

"Did your legs quit working?" he shot back. "Can't you move? I'm in a fucking shower...fucking. It's a little hard to NOT be between you and her sometimes."

Erin ran her hand along the bottom of his cock. "I noticed it was a little hard."

Andy seemed self-conscious for the first time, and may have blushed just a bit. "Oh, shut up. You realize, Amanda, that this is now going to require extra time in here to, um, get it back."

Amanda turned to John. "John, if you were in the shower with Erin, how long do you think it would take you to 'get it back'?"

John took the opportunity to scan Erin's water drenched body from head to toe. "Ten seconds," he replied.

Amanda looked at Andy as if to ask, 'What's your problem?'

"OK. Let's get going again. Give me a second to get this ladder in place," Amanda told them as she moved a short step ladder to the head of the shower. Once everything was set and Amanda was back at the shower door, the action recommenced.

Erin and Andy quickly resumed their avid embrace. The water was hitting Erin squarely in the ass now and Amanda had lots of options when it came to creative filming. John smiled to himself when he noticed Andy was erect again less than a minute into the scene.





Amanda Ch. 02



"Don't leave me, ever again," Erin moaned. "I need you too much."

"I won't. I promise," Andy countered, his head moving down her neck with kisses and licks.

John wondered if this was the time the action turned serious, and Andy answered him quickly. Andy's mouth didn't stop until he traveled over the top of one of Erin's breasts, all the way to the nipple. Amanda moved appropriately and, John hoped, zoomed in on the wet tit.

Andy had the tit in his mouth and was eagerly sucking on it. His hands clutched at Erin's ass. Her hands slid up the inside of his legs and onto his cock. She closed her fingers around it and began to slowly stroke the shaft.

John's own cock was now hard and he was somewhat glad nobody noticed the bulge in his shorts. But he needed relief. He told himself relief in the form of Erin's cunt would work.

Amanda abruptly ran over to the short ladder and climbed three rungs to the top. From there, she had a perfect shot down the front of Erin's body from over her head and shoulders. Andy was moving from one tit to the other, licking, sucking, and squeezing the tits with his hands. Erin's plump nipples glowed a dark pink.

A minute or two later, Andy was traveling down her body again, this time past her navel and stomach and between her legs. Erin leaned against the side of the shower, her hips pushed out towards Andy's face. She spread her legs.

"Oh my God. Yessss!" she moaned as Andy's mouth covered her pussy.

Amanda scrambled down the ladder and kneeled on the floor, shooting slightly upward at the action between Erin's legs. John watched the young woman's expressions change as Andy's lips and tongue shifted across her pussy. There was no acting going on. She was enjoying sex.

A light spray showered over the pair. They were out of the primary flow of water, but the sound and spray and fog created quite an erotic panorama. Amanda occasionally moved far back from the shower to get an overall view, with the shapes behind the glass sometimes hard to make out. But the effect on the viewer would be the same.

"I want you know," Erin said softly. "I want to feel you inside me."

Amanda and John moved in. Andy stood up and kissed his lover. She held his fully erect cock against her body.

Amanda would not capture the sex act as if shooting a true porno. She wanted the people involved: their expressions; their actions; and, their movements. She'd let the audience fill in the rest. Yes, she would have to sometimes show Erin and Andy joined together. But there would be no close-up of what was going on between the legs.

First, Andy and Erin had to get to that stage. Andy lifted Erin with his muscular arms and she wrapped her legs around him. They settled against the shower wall. Their bodies shifted. Andy's knees bent a little. And then it was obvious they were about to start.

Amanda felt herself breathing faster, harder. She only wanted them to have to do this one time. She had to get it right.

After a long pause, John and Amanda saw the couple's bodies move together. Erin's lips parted, but no sound came out. Her eyes were clamped shut. Finally, a short gasp was followed by a tiny grin. He was inside her.

John didn't know about Amanda's history, but he knew for sure he'd never watched people have sex...live. Part of him felt as if he was invading their privacy. A larger part of him wanted to see and hear everything. The part that mattered—his cock—signaled total approval by growing as hard as it could possibly grow and still be inside his shorts.

Erin's long legs and arms engulfed Andy. Her body rocked up and down on his cock with amazing ease and her breasts rolled on her chest in cadence with the sex. The muscles in Andy's arms and legs bulged as he held her. The slapping of their bodies grew louder.

In keeping with Amanda's order to make sure the audience saw everything, Andy swung Erin around and moved her to the other side of the shower. Her ass smashed up against the glass wall that faced John and Amanda. Andy's grimaces were now more evident. John thought to himself, 'If I rubbed my cock for five seconds, I'd cum.'

Erin began to urge her lover on, becoming more vocal with her moans and sighs. Andy's grunts indicated his own high level of stimulation. They moved in and out of the main flow of water. Yet, Andy never lost grip of her ass and Erin never lessened her hold with her legs and arms.

Then Erin cried out, "Oh God. Fuck me harder. Harder!"

They crashed against the glass.

"Now! Harder!"

Erin's expression showed the power of the orgasm that was building. The long, thick cock inside her cunt hit all the spots it had to in order to bring her to the edge.

"Oh God! Yesss!"

The combination of moans, sighs, cries and squeals that followed could only be made during an orgasm. Andy thrust his cock into her almost violently. But Erin begged for more and, nearly thirty seconds into her own orgasm, Andy started to cum. Erin did her best to squeeze every last drop of cum from his cock. Unseen by the camera, but not unnoticed by Andy, was a rapid-fire constricting of her cunt that prolonged his orgasm until not another drop was left.

At the end, Erin unraveled herself from Andy and they held each other tightly.

Amanda shut off the camera and backed away from the shower door.

"Wow!," she said quietly. "That was awesome. Fucking awesome."

Erin turned off the water. Andy stood behind her with the remnants of an erection.

"I think the second take will be better," he said.

"In your dreams," Erin said, stepping out.

John reluctantly handed her a towel. But watching the drying off process that followed made it worthwhile. She went over and kissed Andy on the cheek when she was done.

"You were great," she said.

"You too."

"Well," Amanda said. "There's not much more we need to do here."

"Isn't there a bedroom scene?" John asked optimistically.

Erin giggled.

"Not with me and Erin," Andy said. "But it looks like John, for one, got a little excited by that. And Amanda looks a little flushed. Don't you think, Erin?"

His eyes had directed Erin to John's crotch. She moved over to him and ran her hand up the length of his erection.

"More than a little excited," Erin confirmed.

Andy grabbed the camera Amanda had been using. "My turn. Let's go."

He led the foursome down the hall to the bedroom he had used to change in. He tossed the shirt that lie on the bed onto a nearby chair and put down the camera. He turned to Amanda.

"I'll get her ready. You work on John," Andy said.

The naked actors began to undress the 'film crew'. Amanda, in deed, was excited and Andy found that out when he slid his hands inside her panties and felt the wetness on her pussy. He rubbed her clit for just a second before getting her naked.

It was easier for Erin to judge John's state of arousal. His cock threatened to extend out the top of his underwear. And when she pulled off the last of his clothing, the cock stood at full attention. She leaned down to lick him at the same time Andy was sampling one of Amanda's tits.

Amanda looked over to see John's cock completely contained in Erin's mouth. It impressed her mainly because of the fact that same cock had been inside her cunt. She knew how big it truly was.

With John and Amanda fully prepped, Andy picked up the camera and said, "OK. Showtime. And this WILL be a porno. No artsy shit this time."

Amanda took John in her arms and kissed him as long and as hard as she ever had. Both of them were so horny from the shower episode that foreplay was a waste of energy. They rolled onto the bed amid chuckles and groans. Amanda ended up on top.

She reached down and made sure John's cock was stretched out on his stomach before she moved her pussy over it. She rubbed him with her moist skin, and then leaned down so he had access to her tits.

Andy was sliding along the side of the bed capturing it all. Erin sat in a corner chair, smiling at the whole thing.

John quickly put a nipple between his lips, followed by the bulk of one of Amanda's breasts. She was certainly not as well endowed as the taller, slightly heavier Erin. But this was the young woman who John had lusted after since seeing her in the coffee shop and, in his opinion, she was perfect.

Amanda felt the surges clear down to her pussy every time John licked her nipple. So she lifted his cock into place and prepared to impale herself on it. Andy got into the best possible position and captured the whole thing, from the moment the head of John's cock disappeared until Amanda's tight ass was flush against John's lap.

For all the possible distractions—like Andy and the camera or Andy and Erin watching them—neither Amanda nor John felt restricted in their ability to please each other. Amanda would have it the easiest. She was used to being around actors and cameras. She might even put a little extra into the session because of it.

John was the one it was all new to. But the time spent watching Andy and Erin assured the end result of his time with Amanda. They would fuck. They would fuck hard. And they would both cum.

Amanda rode his cock with the agility and zeal befitting a horny twenty three year old woman. Her breasts bounced as she slid up and down the cock. Her hair swayed back and forth across her face. John simply stared at the gorgeous girl and felt her cunt around him. His hands eventually began to explore her body from her legs up to her face. No matter where he touched, her skin was flawless.

After a few minutes on top, Amanda carefully leaned onto John's chest, held onto him, and rolled with him onto their sides. John's cock never left her cunt. They maneuvered their legs to adjust to the new position and continued fucking. John rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, coaxing a loud moan out of Amanda. She rubbed her clit while closing her eyes and biting her lower lip.

When she looked at him again, she said, "I want you to take me from behind. Please."

John nodded and kissed her on the end of the nose.

He gently pulled out of her and moved between her legs while Amanda rolled onto her stomach. Then Amanda lifted her ass off the bed, providing perfect access to her wet pussy. Andy focused on John's shimmering erection, ready to re-enter the hole that had made it so moist and hard.

Behind them all, Erin slouched in her chair with her legs spread and her hand on her pussy. She inserted a finger inside her hole and then dragged the juices up over her clit. She settled back, eagerly anticipating John's next attack on Amanda's cunt.

She didn't have to wait long. John grabbed Amanda by the waist and plunged his cock into her.

"Oh fuck, John. Now do me harder. Faster!"

The sound of their fucking filled the room. The sucking sounds; the pounding of skin on skin; the moans and groans. All of it could only be heard when a man was doing a woman with the intent of making both of them cum. It was a pleasure to hear and a pleasure for Erin and Andy to watch.

Erin smiled at the erection that had returned to Andy's cock. It was all proving too much for him to ignore, especially while taping it. But even Erin had to admire the youthful, tight ass on her friend Amanda. Not an ounce of fat could be seen on the cheeks or down her thighs. And John had it all to himself.

He made good use of it, too. He fucked Amanda just the way she wanted: fast and hard. Despite having her head buried in a pillow, everybody in the room could hear her plead for more.

They may have set the record for shortest porno ever recorded because Amanda announced that she was close to cumming. John confirmed that he was, too.

Another minute was all it took for Amanda to grip the sheets with both hands, cry out with pleasure, and let free all the sexual need she'd restrained all day. She shoved her ass back into John's body, taking in as much of his cock as her cunt would allow. Her muffled screams brought John closer.

And then he couldn't wait either.

With loud groans, he shot cum into Amanda's cunt in long streams. He smacked against her ass and forced his cock to deliver every ounce of cum he had stored up. By the time he was done, Amanda was practically flat on her stomach, totally exhausted.

John dropped on top of her when he couldn't cum any more.

Unseen and unheard by anybody, Erin quietly came down from her orgasm. She pulled two fingers out of her cunt and removed the other hand from her clit. All Andy saw was a finger being withdrawn from her mouth afterwards.

"Shit," Andy said, laying the camera aside. "Is everybody happy now?"

A couple drops of cum lie on Amanda's ass where John's cock rested.

"The rest of this filming will seem pretty anti-climatic," Erin said.

"Yeah. What's your next project, Amanda?" Andy asked.

She thought for a second. "I'm not sure, but I'm thinking it has two couples in it."

"We'll need another camera babe," John added.

"Cameraman," Amanda corrected him.

"One of each?" Erin said. 



Amanda Ch. 02



Amanda struggled to keep her mind on work that morning. Something of what she was thinking was written all over her face.

"Have you seduced him yet?" Emily asked.

"Whatever do you mean?" she chuckled.

"Oh, Amanda, you dirty bitch. Please, do tell." Her friend grinned.

Both women laughed and groaned as Amanda shared her experience. Emily even joked about needing the toilet as she admitted how hot she was getting.

"But don't you think this complicates things?" Emily said.

"It's only a bit of fun. Besides, Allison will be back soon." She replied.

That evening, John sat in the lounge waiting for Amanda to arrive home. He had so many mixed emotions running through his mind. His heart would sink every time he thought of Allison. But then Amanda would pop into his head and his cock would grow hard. He didn't know what was supposed to happen next, or how he was supposed to react.

The moment Amanda came home, he wasted no time in confronting her. "What's going to happen now, Amanda?" he asked. "Are we having an affair?"

Barely having closed the door, Amanda stood shocked. Of all the things that she thought could happen when you walk through your front door, that wasn't one of them.

"What do you mean?" she asked, still shocked.

His eyes flicked a quick glance before he turned away. "You know. You made that clear this morning." He said.

Amanda felt her heart skip a beat. The truth was she hadn't really thought that far ahead. But here she was being offered the opportunity. She decided to play with him. See how far she could push him.

"Is that what you want?" she asked, looking serious as she sat down.

John sat next to her; he looked so confused. "If I'm going to risk what I have with Allison, then it has to be worth it." He said.

Amanda couldn't believe how easily this young lad had managed to shock her, not once but twice within a matter of minutes. She felt like slapping him, "worth your while ... you cheeky little ..." she thought. But she quickly forgave his naivety and played along.

"I want you so much." He said, placing his hand onto her knee.

Amanda looked down at his hand; she could see how fragile he was. He had nothing but wanton lust for her. She knew this was the moment where she had to put the brakes on.

"What do you want?" she whispered.

"Nothing," he said, sliding his hand up her leg. "I don't want you to do anything."

Confused by his answer, she sat back and let him take control. His hand continued up her leg, sliding under her skirt until he reached her pussy.

"Take off your panties." He uttered eagerly, his fingers digging into her.

Suddenly, Amanda knew what he wanted. She could see the burning desire of control in his eyes. Obediently, she removed her panties.

A deep groan escaped his lips. "Good girl."

He turned to look at her, and then drove his right hand between her legs while the left pulled up her skirt.

"Oh, you little fucker." She groaned, his fingers sliding into her pussy.

John buried two fingers deep inside her hole, exploring the soft tissue of her mature pussy. Her body twitched with lust as she grew hot and horny. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to his touch.

Spreading her legs, John cupped her pussy tight in his palm and began rubbing back and forth. Her back arched as she began to buck her hips to meet the pressure.

"Look at me." He commanded.

Amanda opened her eyes, and when she saw the lust in his eyes her whole body shuddered.

By the time her climax had subsided, John was standing on the sofa, over her. She reached for his cock and took it firmly in her hand. 

"Suck it," he whispered. "You'll enjoy it?"

Lifting his cock, she smiled as it throbbed hard in her hand. With two hands she slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. At once, her sliding lips caused him to groan. Holding her head he began to fuck her face.

Taking as much of his cock as she could, she began to bob her head in time with his thrusts. It didn't take long before she felt his body begin to twitch and quiver. His hands clamped harder to the sides of her head, forcing his cock deeper.

She could only submit to his dominance as the first jet of hot cum blasted into her mouth. The back of her throat burned as she tried to swallow the salty fluid, but it kept coming. Four, five powerful jets flooded her mouth as she gagged on the twitching rod that was erupting with a mind of its own inside her mouth. 

Amanda had managed to swallow some of his load. But when he pulled his cock from between her lips, most of the creamy white liquid leaked from her mouth and onto her chin.

Still on a high from his climax, John smeared his cum around her mouth and face with his bell end.

"That has to be the best fucking head ever." He smiled; satisfied with the state Amanda was in.

Amanda struggled to sleep that night, every so often she would jolt awake from the same nightmare about Allison catching her in bed with John. She woke at 6am, desperate to leave the house before John woke up. 

She couldn't stop thinking about the guilt her dreams had caused. After quietly washing and dressing, she gave her body its morning dose of caffeine and nicotine, but even that didn't calm her feelings. 

Driving to work she couldn't decide which was worse, cheating on Allison, or having John trying to control her. It wasn't what he said that chilled her, it was the way he said it.

"Are we having an affair?"

At the office, Amanda told Emily what had happened, and that he wanted to be the one in control.

"Did he actually say that?" Emily gasped.

"Well, not exactly," she hesitated. "But he told me it had to be worth his while, and then he just took me the way he wanted. I mean ..."

"Why didn't you stop him?" Emily asked.

"That's the problem, Emily, the tone of his voice, his actions; I just didn't know what to do."

"This will get messy, Amanda," she warned. "You have to stop it going any further."

"It isn't that simple," she said. "I have a weakness for him."

"Since when?" Emily gasped. "You were the one teasing and controlling him, remember?"

"Since he fucked me on my kitchen table," she whispered. "You don't know what he's like. He comes across as a shy and polite young man, but when I pushed him, Emily..."

"Ok, I get the picture," she sighed. "What we need is a girl's holiday."

"What!" Amanda shrieked.

"Listen, my parents have a little holiday cottage in West Wales, I haven't been down there since my teenage years. I was thinking about having a week down there, maybe you could come with me?" Emily suggested.

"Sounds great, but when?" she asked.

"I was hoping to go in a few weeks, but how about tomorrow?" she smiled.

"What? We can't just leave tomorrow. What about work ..."

"Calm down," Emily chuckled. "Work is quiet and I'm sure the boss won't mind. It won't hurt to ask."

Before the words had left Emily's mouth, she was on her way to the head office. Amanda quickly thought about her situation with John. Could she handle a few more days with him until Allison came home? She thought she could wrap him around her little finger, but already she was seeing a side to him that was dangerous. Deep down she knew there would be future sexual contact before Allison arrived back. The guilt in her head was telling her she needed to stay away from John.

"Have you finished that report?" Emily asked, almost skipping back to her friend's desk.

"Yes, here it is," Amanda smiled. "Why?"

"Well, get it over to head office and we got ourselves a week away," she said. "Hand in that report and get yourself home, pack your bags girl, were going on holiday."

"I wouldn't exactly call wet and cold Wales a holiday, Emily." She smiled.

"Oh, shut up you miserable cow," she joked, shoving her friend by the arm. "It's a free week away. Or would you rather live by your mistake with John?" she teased.

"Fair enough," she smiled." "Let's get going."



Amanda Ch. 02



I woke up with Mark between my legs and his rock hard cock buried deep in my pussy. I moaned and pushed my hips up to him. (I love that he fucks me whenever he wants to whether it's with his cock, hand or an object. I have the right to say no but I haven't yet. I want him to fuck me almost constantly, even years now into our relationship. Anyway, back to the story...) He laid against me and wrapped his arms underneath me, pulling me close to him and humping me hard. My legs spread wider as firmly bit the space where my neck meets my shoulder and his thrusts became harder. He was pounding me so hard and deep I thought he'd crash right through my cervix.

Just as I was about cum, he stopped and pulled out. "Don't cum," he said. Inside I had two feelings. One said, are you fucking kidding me? The other loved it, loved that he was taking charge. I was so close that if he stuck it in again I probably wouldn't have been able to help it but I got my self under control. He smiled at me and told me to get dressed. We were going out.

We went for breakfast and found a little table back in the corner where we could talk. We spent the whole time talking about our sexual experiences and our favorite fantasies. To my delight, I found that we had many similar fantasies and he even had more that I hadn't thought about. The things he wanted to do to me and with me made me wet just sitting there. This was the moment where we decided that we were in a relationship, where I agreed to give myself to him whenever he wanted it and however he wanted it with the exceptions of my limits, what he would do to fulfill my desires, we came up with a safe word, and we wrote down a list of goals that we each wanted to achieve. I think the waitress may have gotten a glimpse of our list when she brought more coffee but if she did, she didn't let on.

When we finished the list and the coffee, Mark said that he thought we needed to go shopping. I asked what kind of shopping and he told me "tools" but I knew when we pulled up to the adult toy store what he meant by tools. He insisted on all new toys that were just used between us and I'm not one to turn down new toys. We ended up with several bags filled with dildos, vibrators and butt plugs of various sizes; nipple clamps, gags, wrist and ankle restraints, lots of various lubes, harnesses, anal beads of various sizes, and a collar with a leash. It was a pretty good start and I'm sure the shop owner loved us that day.

When we got back to Mark's house he told me to get undressed, unwrap all the toys and wash them thoroughly, then bring them into the room just off the living room area. It took awhile but when I got them cleaned and in a basket to carry them all, I went to the room and found that he'd been clearing out space in the closet of what looked like a secondary bedroom but without a bed. 

He smiled at me and said, "This is going to be the room where you take the majority of your fucking. I know, it needs a bed or a couch or something. I'll get it fixed up. I'm thinking of a few pieces in here like a fuck bench and a swing in addition to the bed and a chair. This closet has some nice built in drawers already so we'll keep the tools in here and we have space for more."

I must have looked a little wide eyed as I stood there butt naked in front of him and listened to his plans for me. How did this happen? How did I finally find the guy who not only would, but actually wanted to, fulfill all my fantasies and not just because I asked him? He laughed and took the box from me. He looked at them thoughtfully and and chose the smallest butt plug and a tube of anal lube.

"Let's start your anal training. We want you to be able to take a cock or dildo in there whenever so let's get it used to being penetrated. Bend over the cabinet there."

I bent over and spread my ass cheeks then his finger wiped cold lube across my sphincter. He lubed the plug too and then gently pressed it to my asshole. I wouldn't have cared if he just shoved it in and made me scream but he took his time eased it in. My sphincter popped closed when it got to the neck of the plug and I squeezed tight around it. It felt so much better having someone put it in me than anything I had done to myself. 

He wiped his hands and then grabbed another bottle of lube. He spread lube over and in my pussy then lubed up a dildo. "We're also going to teach you to control your orgasms. You told me that after you cum you lose interest for awhile and are less likely to be compliant so I don't want you to cum until you're told to cum. If you think you're about to cum, tell me and I'll stop but eventually you're going to have to get to the point where you can be continually fucked and you won't cum unless I say so. I expect you to take this seriously and work on this because it affects the quality of our experiences."

I nodded in agreement as he slid the dildo into my pussy. I probably didn't really need the lube because I was super wet already just from the excitement of the morning. I felt the butt plug wiggle inside my ass as the dildo plunged in and out of me. It was a 7" jelly dildo about the size of his cock. I turned my head to look back and saw him there fully clothed, next to me and concentrating on plunging the dildo into me. His cock was rock hard in his pants but he wasn't moving to fuck me himself.

I had to ask him to stop a few times as I got really close to cumming and I didn't want to disappoint him. I needed to overcome this! After the third time he pulled the plug out of my ass and lubed up and new plug. This one was slightly larger and was harder to get into my tight ass even with lube but it wasn't unbearable. It popped and he twisted it around in my ass which made me grip the edge of the cabinet hard.

"Can you get on your knees without losing the plug?" he asked. I said I thought so and between flexing my ass cheeks tight and my hand, I did it. He dropped his pants, fingered my mouth open and fed his cock to me. I remembered my instructions from last night and kept looking up at him which he noticed and was pleased about. He told me to open wider and he pushed his cock in until I gagged. The butt plug nearly popped out and I reached behind me to push it in but he told me clench my cheeks hard and clasp my hands behind my back. 

Concentrating on keeping my ass cheeks clenched and keeping my balance made me forget about the gagging from his cock in my throat and he pushed on. He fucked my face for about 15 minutes and then said, "I'm going to cum in your mouth. Don't swallow." He pulled his cock out to the head and jizzed all over my tongue. "Stay there like that and don't swallow," he ordered and then walked out.

I sat there for what seemed like forever but was probably about 15 minutes. My knees ached, my back was tired, my ass cheeks wanted to unclench and I had a mouth full of cum I wasn't allowed to swallow. Even if he wanted me to get up I felt like my legs were falling asleep. He walked in and checked my mouth, then helped me up while holding in the plug. He walked me into the dining room and helped me sit in a chair at the table making sure my plug stayed in place.

"I made lunch," he said as he presented me with a chicken sandwich and fruit. I looked at him as if to ask if I should swallow the cum threatening to dry on my tongue. He told me to eat my sandwich. He wanted his cum to mix with the food and that I should start thinking of cum as a meal supplement. He didn't say just his cum, he said cum. The ideas that popped into my head at that moment...oh my. I took a bite of my sandwich and enjoyed the salty mix of his cum with the savory flavor of the meat. I had never thought of cum as a condiment before.

After we finished eating, he decided to check my plug. My asshole was pretty much aching but I was feeling so damn happy at this point that I didn't care. He bent me over the arm of the chair and gave the plug a tug and a turn. My breath caught at little burst of pain but it subsided quickly. He went to the kitchen and came back with a produce drawer out of the fridge. "We'll have to order out for dinner but I think it's worth it," he stated through a grin. He led me back into the fuck room and brought in a chair with big rounded arms. He positioned me over the arm so my face was in the cushion and my ass was in the air then he pulled the plug out.

The first thing in my ass was either a cucumber or a zucchini. I think it was a cucumber because it didn't curve much at all. Mark had lubed my ass and pussy thoroughly again and had a whole produce drawer to play with. I was in heaven. Every subsequent fruit or vegetable got bigger. Three limes in my pussy were traded out for two lemons which got traded for an orange and a half (even though he really tried shoving it in completely almost making me cum). I couldn't take the grapefruit so he downgraded me to two apples. Leaving the apples in my pussy, he fucked my ass with the cucumber until he pulled it and started inserting carrots.

This part took the longest. He inserted one carrot in my ass and then another. I cried and squirmed so he let me sit for a few minutes then he added another. I cried out again and he said that I needed something else to think about so he got the nipple clamps. He raised me up and clamped each nipple tight then had me put my head back down. He pulled the apples out of my drenched pussy and I nearly came so he slid another carrot in my ass. The pain was enough to subside the orgasm. I now had four carrots in my ass and I wasn't sure how many he would do. After a few minutes he slid another one in and my ass screamed in protest but I was mostly silent.

"Oh man this is beautiful. Hang on." I heard him snap a picture and then he came around to my head. "Look at this," he said as he put the phone where I could see it. It showed my ass up in the air with 5 carrots and their lovely green tops sticking out of my asshole. It was gorgeous and I couldn't help but smile.

"This might seem weird," I said, "but can we start an album? I want a photo of everything you stick in my ass and pussy just like that. I want to keep a record. Is that totally bizarre?"

He kissed my cheek and said "No, baby. That's not weird at all. We'll do that. Let's get the others we've used already."

He pulled the carrots and put the fruits back in the pussy in the order he had used them, spread my pussy lips wide and shot each one. He put the cucumber back in my ass and shot that too. He grabbed a potato and it was still way too big for my asshole but he was able to get it shoved into my pussy with some extra lube. It had been a very long time since I'd fucked myself with the baseball bat and I wasn't up to something so big. He told me he would only take it out once it stopped hurting so but he kept twisting it inside me. I had to get over it hurting while I was being fucked with it.

Then I came. I couldn't help it. I just came and gushed. Mark immediately grabbed my hands behind me, tied them together and then pulled me off the chair with the potato still inside me and my pussy pulsing around it. "I told you not to cum until I told you to so now we have to fix this. I need to install something but this will work for now."

He tied a thick string to one nipple clamp, threw it a handle on an upper cabinet, pulled it down to the other nipple and then cinched them up so tight that my nipples looked like they were going to be pulled to the ceiling. I was standing there in absolute agony but it was so pleasurable at the same time. He pulled the potato out of me at rammed a vibrating butt plug into my pussy.

"You told me you wanted to have control over your orgasms. You asked me to help you with that so let's work it out. Put your legs together and don't let that plug out of you."

I brought my legs together and he turned on the vibrator to maximum. It was like a shot going through my body. Pleasure and pain all at once. He locked the cabinet door closed then moved behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist. I felt two fingers slide between my ass cheeks and then through my sphincter. He was pulling me gently from the cupboard enough to stretch my nipples even more and ramming his two fingers in and out of my ass.

I had wave after wave of orgasms then they would stop and it would be agony until they started again. "Cum, cum, cum," he whispered in my ear, "cum for me." He added a third finger in my ass and as I started to scream he moved his free hand to my mouth. He plunged his fingers into my ass even more fiercely and my entire body vibrated with joy and agony. It was single-handedly the most profound sexual experience I had ever had up to that point in my life and I can never forget it. I came until my body just couldn't cum anymore and I have no idea how long it took. It seemed like an eternity.

Finally, my body and mind had enough and I was nearly passing out so he unhooked my nipples, untied my hands and turned off the plug then pulled it out. He carried me to the bathroom and sat me in the big walk in shower then, like he did before, washed every inch of me. The water flowing against my skin felt like nothing I had ever experienced. I could feel every river and pool on my body and his touch sent shocks through me.

He dried me as I stood there woozily. Every stroke felt like bliss. He carried me to the bed and laid me in it. We hadn't even had dinner yet but my body was telling me to sleep. He kissed me softly and I smiled then whispered, "I love you."

"I love you, too," he whispered and then I slept for 12 hours.



Amanda Ch. 02



"Cum!" I ordered her.

"UUHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! UGGGGGHHHHHH!" Amanda was lost in her orgasm, her body trembling and jerking against her bonds. 

I couldn't take it anymore either and pushed my cock as deep as I could and let loose with a huge load of cum deep in her pussy. My cock was so deep inside her that my cum was being sprayed directly into her womb. If she hadn't been on the pill she surely would have been pregnant. My orgasm drained me so much that I collapsed on her all but limp body adding my weight to her own pulling even harder against the bonds attached to her wrist cuffs.

In a few short minutes I had recovered enough that I was able to pull myself off her. I bent down and quickly released her ankle cuffs then I released her right wrist and then her left. Amanda all but collapsed in my arms. I helped her onto the bed and lay down beside her. I kissed her softly on the cheek and said, "You were wonderful little one. I'm sp proud of you."

A huge grin crossed Amanda's tired face and she softly said, "Thanks you Daniel Sir. I'm glad I was able to please you." 

"You did more than that my pet." I replied. "Stay here and rest for a few minutes." I told her as I got off the bed. Amanda didn't say anything content to just do as she was told.

I went into the bathroom and filled my large tub with hot water and Epson salts. When I had the water at the desired level I turned the tap off and went back into the bedroom. 

"Okay little one. Come on lets get you in the tub so you can soak those sore muscles of yours." I said softly.

"Yes Sir" she replied and rolled off the bed. As Amanda's feet hit the ground and put her weight on her legs she started to collapse. I quickly threw my arms around her to keep her from falling and supported her as she walked into the bathroom. I helped her climb into the tub and lower herself into the water. Amanda's butt hit the bottom of the tub with a muffled thud. "AH!" she gasped.

"Would you like me to removed the plug for you little one?" I asked.

"Please Sir." She said softly. 

"Roll on your side." I said.

Amanda did as she was told and as she exposed her ass to me I reached over and grabbed the base of the plug. When I had a firm grip on the base of the plug I began a slow steady pull. Her ass stretched and as the flared end of the plug came free Amanda hissed in pain. The rest of the plug slid out freely, no longer being held in by the flared base.

"Ahhh." Amanda sighed. "Thank you Sir." She said.

"No problem. Now just sit there and soak in the hot water. Let it soothe those sore muscles of yours. I want you to be able to move around tomorrow." I said the last part with a chuckle. 

"Yes Sir." Amanda replied with a weary smile. 

I let Amanda soak in the tub for a little over an hour before I came back in and helped her out. Once she was dried off I led her back to my bad and told her to lie down and get some sleep. She smiled as I climbed into the bed and lay down next to her. Amanda cuddled close to me and rested her head on my chest. I wrapped and arm around her, and before I knew it she was fast asleep. I smiled and quickly drifted off to sleep myself.



Amanda Ch. 03



With a quick tug of his hair, Amanda pulled Jacob back tight, tugging the rope even tighter than before. Jacob grunted as the rope bit into his skin, but moaned deeply as he was shifted a bit more into position. Amanda smiled with pleasure and finished tying the slip knot before inspecting her work.

Spring had come finally to their small haven of depravity. The snow that had piled up for two months melted away to small mud puddles in the yard. The tender shoots of grass were beginning to show on the rejuvenated lawn and the back fields had wildflowers just starting to bud.

Three contractors had been notified of Ms. Kathleen's plans for a bunkhouse and since there was ample acreage and utilities available, plans were soon drawn up. There would be plenty of room now for Ms. Kathleen's guests. 

Jacob had been part of the first work crew that Ms. Kathleen had personally selected for the construction. There had been 15 men in all, some with specialties, including an electrician and a plumber. Over the course of two months they had trudged up to the work site, and were within a week of finishing. It would house 20 guests and had separate bathing facilities as well. True, it was nothing more than a communal shower and bunkbeds, but it would provide the space needed for the extensive training that Ms. Kathleen had planned.

Amanda found more and more of her time divided. She was still responsible for the office work and was exceeding Ms. Kathleen's expectations. But now, her training was taking on more and more intensive levels. Ms. Kathleen had time and again enforced each rule, each ethic involved in professional Domination. She had taken the time that they were snowed in just after the holidays and had gone over the male anatomy in excruciating detail with Mitchell and Gregory as models, pointing out areas of highest sensitivity, and areas that were never to be struck under ANY circumstances. Ms. Kathleen had showed her that a soft feather could arouse as much as the heaviest whip depending on the individual. It was the Dominant's responsibility to find out each individual's tastes, limits, and then use that to their advantage and the pleasure of the submissive.

Ms. Kathleen had made Amanda pore through old reports on submissives, books on BDSM, and even websites full of fantasy fiction. Although there were still aspects of the lifestyle that made Amanda a little squeamish(she knew in her heart she could never train a toilet slave), most of the information was helpful as her own Domme persona grew under Ms. Kathleen's tutelage. It was a diverse rich lifestyle she was venturing into, but amazingly enough, there were times she still felt submissive.

Amanda looked down at Jacob again. Oh he looked so nice. He had been spread out with a bar in the back attached to his knees, so that he couldn't pull them together. The rope twined down his large arms to his hands almost like a cast of pure white cotton. She walked around front where the chrome cbt device secured around his cock shined brightly in the dim of the basement. His dark eyes were rolling now, his breath coming out in short pants. Amanda moved forward and stepped her foot lightly against the bell surrounding his cock. "Ready?"

"Yes Mistress", the panted reply came out.

Amanda's aim had improved over the winter and with a quick flick the quirt found a tender spot, made Jacob jump within his bonds. Amanda continued the scene focusing entirely on Jacob, unaware that others had stopped and were watching her with veiled eyes, the reaction from Jacob, her intensity.

Amanda stepped away 20 minutes later, Jacob striped nicely and truly floating in the sensations that she was able to draw from him. The smile that lit her face was in reflection of his pleasure. She turned to Ms. Kathleen and then realized her audience. She blushed softly at the admiring looks and asked, "How did I do?"

"Lovely pattern, sweetling," Ms. Kathleen moved forward now, raising Jacob's chin and noting the dazed look within the dark pools of his eyes. "You've done exceedingly well, hasn't she Jacob?"

Jacob whimpered and whispered, "Thank you Mistress."

Amanda carefully wiped down the quirt and set it aside. The whispering around her returned, filling the silence that had penetrated with the inspection. She turned back to Jacob and smiled again. Ms. Kathleen was definitely right about the striping. The pattern almost looked like a rattan chair marking. None of them intense enough to bruise, but the red was vivid against his pale skin. Amanda moved forward into the last part of her scene, gently stroking the passions still echoing through Jacob as the man was removed from his bonds.

Ms. Kathleen turned back to Mitchell and the others that had remained after the day's work of construction and talked quietly to them in low tones. They moved quietly around the dungeon, setting up various scenes. Not all would be participating, but the lucky few were strapped in, tied up, or were mentally preparing themselves for the coming events. Scening with Ms. Kathleen was always fun passionate painful. Some were wondering now though if Miss Amanda would join in the play as well.

Jacob slowly dripped to the floor in a puddle of emotions. Amanda smiled softly and held him, rocking slowly as the waves slowly ebbed and he was made aware of his surroundings once more.

"Are you alright, Jacob?" Amanda asked softly as her nails dragged through his hair. Jacob's eyes closed, but a smile tugged at his lips. He turned and nuzzled against her chest. Amanda sighed and held him, watching the activity in the room. She knew that ‘comedown' was very important within a scene, but there were some slaves that took advantage of this time and then jealousy flared when the Dominant went to another scene to work on someone else.

"Yes Mistress. Thank you for staying with me, if even for a few moments. I mustn't be selfish though," Jacob's whispers came up from her chest and his voice vibrated against her. Amanda kissed his forehead and stood up, shifting his body into a sitting position. She stretched and viewed the dungeon before her. 

Amanda had found that instead of tiring her out, this sort of play usually revitalized her, made her very aware of herself. Often times she sped through her morning work only to be nervous in anticipation for the afternoon training time.

Now she looked with eager anticipation to where Ms. Kathleen indicated for her to go to next. The late night sessions with Ms. Kathleen had been hard at first, each night going into a different part of submission, her needs being drawn out yet at the same time experiencing each torture that she would eventually inflict on others. Ms. Kathleen was a patient and practiced Dominant, eagerly watching Amanda's face as each emotion was tested, each new feeling experienced. She had tested Amanda's limits time and again, keeping her on the edge so that she would often safeword out of the scene. Ms. Kathleen then patiently answered each question about the aspects that had caused Amanda's distress. 

Ms. Kathleen smiled at her and nodded to the wax room. Amanda chuckled softly. Wax tended to be her favorite playtoy, even with all the other toys she had collected over the months. She walked briskly to the room, noting that the candles had been lit for about 30 minutes and had already collected a fine pool of melted wax. 

Mark moved a bit on the table before her. Another construction worker, Mark wasn't fully into the lifestyle. A good looking tanned thirty something year old, his chest was hairless. He had had a long talk with Jacob about certain fantasies that he had experienced regarding Ms. Kathleen. She had chosen to directly supervise site, day after day, always holding a small crop, tapping it impatiently at her thigh. Jacob had dutifully, with a smirk on his face, told Ms. Kathleen and Mark had been brought in for an interview. Amanda had listened in on the last part of it, readily agreeing to introduce the ‘virgin' to the same things that she had been introduced to over the past few months. 

Amanda looked down and ran a finger nail down Mark's bare chest to the hollow of his navel. "Hello pet," her soft voice came out.

Mark shivered. Amanda couldn't tell if it was fear or arousal. She knew that he'd been listening to Jacob's scene. Listening, not watching for Ms. Kathleen had made sure to hood him before having Mitchell secure him on the table. "Hello Ma'am."

Amanda slid an ice cube against Mark's chest, watching the squirming and the reaction of his nipples. She was still amazed at the amount of pleasure SHE received when she teased and tormented others for their pleasure. As the rivulets of water collected at his navel, Amanda picked up the first cylinder candle and dramatically splashed some against Mark's skin.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh," Mark cried out, fighting the binds, but Amanda watched his penis harden and then struggle upwards as his mind realized the reaction and fought it.

"More?" Amanda purred, running the ice cube against the bare skin once more.

"Fuck no," Mark hissed out, wiggling.

"Ok." Amanda pulled the ice cube away and sat quietly to the side, watching in silence as Mark dealt with the conflicting emotions.

It took all of five minutes before the whispered plea surfaced from under the hood. "Ma'am?"

Amanda smiled and slowly tilted the candle until a drip formed on the rim, letting it fall and then continuing to drip in a pattern. She watched the penis react once again, feeling her own body respond to Mark's grunts and groans of pleasure. Soft moans escaped from under the hood mixing with the hiss of a quick intake of breath when the wax hit skin.

Amanda stood back and admired her lovely waxing. She had chosen several different temperature wax and had made a pattern, alternating while she gauged Mark's response. By now, Mark was panting heavily, clenching and unclenching his fists as his penis bobbed with each movement. Precum beaded at the tip of Mark's penis and Amanda knew that it was time for a shift. Setting the candles aside and looking around for her new knife, Amanda took a few moments to think back to Gregory and her first time waxing. She had done so many things wrong that night, but it had revealed her need to Dominate.

Amanda looked around the wax room for her new ornamental Scottish dirk. It was given to her by Gregory after he had finally left and Amanda shuddered to think of it's value. It had personal value as well and she used the dirk for just this purpose. Amanda moved back to Mark's side, noting the small audience again out of the corner of her eye. She was pleased that they enjoyed her work, but she would rather have a one to one experience with a bottom. She blocked them out and drew the dirk across Mark's arm, where the wax had not settled. A timid gasp beneath the hood and then, "Ma'am?"

"If I were to leave any of this lovely wax on you, pet, I would be in dereliction of my duties, wouldn't I?" Amanda smiled as she scraped the first drips of wax off, peeling it back with the sharp edge of the knife, noting how very very still Mark had become.

With a casual determination, Amanda scraped and tickled, running the edge of the knife so that the feeling of it against skin was unmistakable. Never once did she draw blood and she was proud of that, but Mark didn't know that, nor did any bottom who she scened with. Mark was panting just as hard as before if not harder but was absolutely still.

Amanda relieved the last bits of wax from Mark's body and stood back from where he lay. She looked down at the dirk laying in her hand, thinking again of Gregory. Gregory had stayed with them two long months. He had been a changed man when he left, more respectful and more humbled than Amanda thought he had ever been in his life. He had not wanted to leave at all, but his business interests were calling to him until he could no longer deny them. A month after he left, a dozen roses had arrived for Ms. Kathleen and the dirk had arrived for her, with a personal note saying simply, "Thank you." Gregory had promised to return, but had been unable to get back as of yet.

Mark heaved a sigh, sending a huge shudder along his body. Amanda set the dirk to the side and gently drew off the hood, sponging away the sweat and tears mixed on Mark's face. Talking in low tones and continuing the gentle ministrations, Amanda explained about safe words and how the power rests within the hands of the submissive. She explained about limits and how far some people were willing to go. She even explained about sub-space, watching as Mark nodded in understanding. Amanda tilted his chin, kissing him softly on the cheek.

"I would suggest you wander around and view as others scene. Go back to how you felt under the wax, the need for more, the pain, the pleasure. Think about your own limits and how far you would want to stretch them. Watch how submissives can ALWAYS use their safeword, or if they are gagged, some other signal to the Dominant to convey their wishes." Amanda released the straps from Mark's arms and legs, gently massaging the flow of blood back into them before assisting Mark into an upright position. She made sure that he was back from his venture to bliss before she turned to walk away. 

Mark's hand on her arm drew her back. "Mistress, umm..thank you." Mark's head dropped as the soft shade of blush teased across his tan face. 

Amanda reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging it tightly back and watching the surprise across his face. "You're welcome."

Amanda walked away and was served an iced apple juice by Mitchell who whispered softly to her about Ms. Kathleen's scenes that had taken place while she was working with Mark.

"He safeworded before Mistress could finish warming him up," Mitchell confided quietly. "She feels that if he watches a bit more he may get more comfortable."

Amanda nodded. "Mark was the same way. I think it's more a curiosity rather than an actual need for the pain or domination sometimes." Amanda looked to the scene taking place. The crack of the bull whip always demanded attention, but within the small confines of the dungeon, even more so. Ms. Kathleen was marking a more experienced bottom that had been in the original crew. He was arching beautifully to the call of the whip as it whistled through the air. Ms. Kathleen was aiming just so, teasing against his back and buttocks, alternating spots where the whip would land.

Amanda suddenly felt exhausted. She leaned against a support beam and closed her eyes briefly, trying to remember if anything had felt amiss earlier or why she would feel this way now. She sipped thoughtfully at the apple juice sighing deeply, trying to shake herself out of the funk she felt herself falling into.

When Ms. Kathleen finished the scene, Amanda gently begged off training for the rest of the afternoon and returned upstairs to her room. Amanda lay down on her bed and promptly dropped into a very fitful sleep. 

When she finally awoke, the light from outside was the muted dusk of afternoon. She felt like she had slept longer than a couple of hours and when she went to rise from her bed, she found herself in one of her ‘comfie' nightshirts and an IV taped to her arm. 

Amanda blinked her eyes focusing and then realized there was someone else in her room. She tried to speak, but it came out as a croak. The person stood up from the chair that he had been lounging in and came over to her.

"Don't try to get up just yet, Amanda," Sean said, checking her IV lead. 

"Well," Amanda coughed and regained her voice. "Dr. Campbell makes a house call."

Sean's face lit up with a quirk of a smile and he bent over her. "And Mistress Amanda pushed herself too far."

"Hmm?" Amanda licked her lips. "What happened? How long have I been out?"

"Three days." Sean dragged the chair over to the bed and sat down again with a soft groan. "I've been here for two of those, on leave from Lady Olivia, the darling bitch that she is. For YOU to ask to leave a training session was too out of the ordinary for Ms. Kathleen and when she sent Mitchell to check on you, you wouldn't wake up to the strongest callings. They called me immediately but I had rounds at the hospital and couldn't make it out until the following morning. They checked your vitals and you were breathing fine and had a heartbeat, just were so utterly exhausted your body refused to let you be awakened."

A soft knock came at the door and Mitchell peeked in. "I heard you talking, how is she?"

"I'm fine Mitchell." Amanda sighed deeply. "This is really too much concern over my own stupidity. I'll just get a bit more sleep at night and I'll be fine."

Ms. Kathleen strode in past Mitchell and stood behind Sean. "Well yes, you'll do that too hon. But first you need a complete rest to recuperate. Once you're back to 100% then you'll adjust your rest and diet to accommodate for your more active lifestyle."


Sean nodded. "That's exactly what you need."

And so Amanda's first vacation was planned rather quickly. A houseboat on the Columbia River would be her place of convalescence. Despite her more vigorous protests, she was packed and tucked in and sent on her way by a hired car.

Once she arrived though, her spirits lifted. The weather was glorious and as the driver unpacked and put her suitcases in the room, Amanda went from room to room opening windows to the beautiful blueness and the sounds of the river.

Amanda made the obligatory call to Ms. Kathleen to let her know that she had arrived. But then as the driver left her, she realized this was the first time she'd been alone in almost a year. 

The houseboat was a small affair, but with a large living room with a huge view and deck. There was even a small hot tub on the deck. There were other houseboats in the vicinity but not close enough to be a nuisance. There was a small town within walking distance with a grocers that she could go to if she needed anything. The water was very calming and had a hypnotic effect on Amanda as she fixed herself an iced tea from the kitchen and sat down with a book in the living room.

She awoke again to early dusk, the calls on the river of boaters going in for the evening, barbecue smells drifting through the air. Her stomach rumbled lightly and Amanda determined it must be dinner time.

After surveying the well stocked larder, but under stocked refrigerator, Amanda made a hearty soup and some crackers for herself and sat down to make a list of things to do while she ‘rested'. She would need to do some grocery shopping tomorrow, and then she would really vacation, become a tourist.

Some of the literature scattered around the rented houseboat were local businesses promoting their services and Amanda enjoyed looking through each one and then planning a day in the following week to sample the activities.

On her first night, Amanda curled up in the warmth of the houseboat, listening to the lapping of the waves, and fell deeply into sleep.

And so the first week crept by. Amanda browned up nicely, but she still had dark circles under her eyes. She rested every afternoon in the heat of the day, curling up in the cool living room with a book and venturing out again in the early evening. She filled the refrigerator with fruit juices and salads, and the occasional red meat to slap on a grill. She had plenty of books to read and things to do, but she felt oddly out of sorts. 

Amanda sat in the hot tub and contemplated her problems. Had she really pushed herself too much? She didn't think she had, because it was mostly mental activity that had taken place in the previous months. She thought about Ms. Kathleen and the fact that, even after the scening was finished, Mitchell was there to care for her every need. Often times, Amanda longed for that sort of relationship as well and had contemplated asking permission from Ms. Kathleen for such a situation, but didn't quite know how to ask. That seemed sordid compared to what they did. Almost like calling Ms. Kathleen a pimp which she definitely was not.




Amanda Ch. 03



(Note: It is strongly suggested that you read Chapters One and Two first.)

Tiffany had a dirty idea. She elevated the foot of the table some more with the electronic control, and Amanda's legs rose higher until she was almost completely upside down. Only the leather straps at her arms and ribs, and the metal stirrups holding her legs kept her from sliding off. In her now almost completely inverted position Amanda was able to take more of the doctor's huge meatstick without gagging, as much as the older nurse had minutes before, in spite of her lack of experience. 

The slender brunette was now sucking cock in earnest . . . and liking it. The scent of the handsome Negro's sweat mingled with that of the nurse's saliva already coating his big club, not to mention the strange texture of the thing: smooth and slick, spongy yet firm, and the sense of power it gave her; knowing that she was giving the former star so much pleasure--he was groaning now--all these feelings were new and exciting to the young, inexperienced girl.

Tiffany stood on a low stool between Amanda's thighs with her face poised just above the young girl's wide open pussy. Faith bent to suck one of the teen's puffy pink nipples while Nurse Constance took the other. Nearly half of the doctor's big dick disappeared into Amanda's sweet mouth. Dr. Scott and Tiffany shared a kiss directly over the teen's recently shaved snatch, while he continued to stuff more of his huge cock in the girl's mouth. 

They took turns eating that sweet creamy dessert and shared her taste in their kisses. Amanda was flooded with so much sensation from so many directions she could hardly process it all. Her young pussy was being eaten, which she had only tried for the first time a few minutes ago. Her sensitive nipples, which she had learned could give pleasure but which she was too embarrassed to share, were now being expertly sucked by a twenty year old college coed and a professional nurse.

Strangest of all, she had a huge black cock lodged halfway down her throat and she loved it! It was true. Derek Scott had eased the fat head of his dick past the point at which most women gagged, but this gorgeous young teenager had taken it with hardly a whimper. A trickle of drool ran from the corner of her mouth, but no sound of protest came from her.

Four pairs of eyes (five, if they only knew it) watched as the doctor eased his thick tool from the girl's lips. She stretched to give it a last lick as it withdrew. "I want to fuck her tits," he said. Faith and Nurse Constance raised their heads from Amanda's nipples and lubed the skin between her breasts with their tongues. With her body almost upside down, Amanda's breasts stood out from her body in the most enticing way. They sagged down towards her face only very slightly. Dr. Scott took them in his hands for the first time and squeezed gently, his coal-black hands a striking contrast on her white skin.

"Oh Jesus," he said. He placed his shaft between the round beauties and pushed them together around his cock. As he slid up and down in that exquisite place his heavy balls bumped on Amanda's chin. She lifted her head to bathe them with her tongue, making the doctor groan with pleasure, and amazing the other women. They couldn't believe how much the girl liked cock.

Tiffany continued to eat Amanda's pussy and the young teen felt the need begin to build in her again. She pushed her cunt against the coed's mouth. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" said Derek suddenly. Tiffany stopped what she was doing to watch. Nurse Constance had grabbed his shaft and started jerking it, and both she and Faith bent to catch his seed in their mouths. 

The sexy nurse got her lips around his dick just as he began to spurt. His first two shots of cum filled her mouth to overflowing and she pulled back, allowing Faith to slip her mouth over the purple head. Nurse Constance, holding the thick shaft in her fist, pumped jet after jet into the coed's hot mouth. Faith swallowed as fast as she could but some of the thick viscous fluid leaked out and ran down her chin.

Amanda looked on in fascination and wished that she could have a taste. Nurse Constance seemed to read her mind, for she pulled the dick from Faith's mouth while it was still oozing cum. The Director of Nursing fed the slimy black dick into the lovely teenager's mouth. Amanda sucked it eagerly, relishing the strange taste.

Derek pulled his cock from Amanda's lips when he could bear the sensation no longer. As it slipped from the teen's hungry mouth she had a feeling of loss and disappointment, like an important element of her life, newly found, had been taken away again. She looked at the now flaccid but still huge black fuckstick with longing.

Faith and Nurse Constance shared a cum-drenched kiss directly over Amanda's face, licking the overflow from each other's chins. The horny nurse saw the longing in the teen's eyes and bent to kiss her. The tongues of the sexy nurse and her young protege swirled around together in a glaze of sticky white splooge. "Ooo, let me," giggled Faith, and she bent to have a turn sucking face with the gorgeous teenager.

"Fuck, that's hot!" said Tiffany, looking down from between Amanda's smooth thighs, her cheeks shiny with the youngster's copious juices. After all of the doctor's cum had been cleaned up, shared, and swallowed, the young volunteer's four ravishers looked at each other and smiled. Their hopes for the girl had been exceeded way beyond expectations. 

Her body, so tantalizing when modestly clad in a nurse's uniform, was even more perfect than anyone could have imagined. Her skin, so smooth, was free from even the smallest blemish, not even a tiny pimple on her little round ass. Her flesh so firm, so resilient. Her breasts, so big, yet so perfectly shaped and apparently unaffected by the laws of gravity. Her desire, until now untapped, appeared to be limitless. They had discovered a treasure beyond description.

Amanda looked into each of their faces and she didn't understand what that smile was all about, but she knew that she had pleased them. She felt good about herself; she liked helping people. After a moment she spoke up in a meek voice. "Dr. Scott? I want you to fuck me."

At this, the four fell about laughing. Amanda smiled but she really didn't see what they found so funny. "Shit, girl!" said the doctor. "I'm an old man. You gotta give me a little while, not like when I was twenty." 

"Oh Doctor, I don't think you're old," said Amanda, afraid she had offended the big man. "Is that why you're all laughing?"

"It's not just that," said Nurse Constance. "We just had some of the wildest sex of my life and you--well, we thought you were so innocent, but now you're the first to ask for more. It's not what we expected."

Amanda blushed deeply. My God! She thought. She had been upset because Dr. Scott treated her like a child, and now everyone thought she was a total slut! If the girls at school ever heard about this, or her mother--she would absolutely die of shame. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she be normal?

Tiffany had perhaps the tenderest feelings for the young girl. She stroked Amanda's hair saying, "Sweetie, don't be embarrassed! You're beautiful and sexy and I think it's so cool that you're horny besides. I'm a little jealous, really."

Even as she spoke so kindly Tiffany couldn't help staring at the lovely teen's body with lust in her heart. They were all looking at her (including the unseen watcher), devouring her with their eyes. She was just so delectable, especially those amazing tits which stood out so enticingly from her slender body as she hung--

"Oh shit!" said Tiffany. "You must be getting really uncomfortable like that," and she immediately lowered the table to a horizontal position. Faith helped her undo the leather straps so the girl could move her arms and legs. They were about to take her legs from the stirrups when Nurse Constance spoke.

"Why don't you leave her feet there for the moment?" she said. "If she wants Derek to fuck her she's going to need lots of lubrication." Speaking to Amanda she asked, "Are you a virgin, dear?"

"No, of course not," she replied, thinking of her single unsatisfactory tryst on the beach.

"Even so," the nurse went on, "I doubt you've had a cock the size of Derek's."

That was an understatement! Before today the young teen didn't even know that cocks as big as Derek's existed! "Well, no . . ." she began.

"Then I'm going to help you get ready for him," said the nurse. "Just relax and enjoy." With that the Director of Nursing went to a drawer for a pair of disposable latex exam gloves and began to pull them on. Dr. Scott eased himself down on the couch, a fresh beer in his hand and a big smile on his face.

"Wh--what are those for?" the lovely teenager asked, her pulse quickening.

Nurse Constance held a hand out in front of her, snapping the glove into place. "Oh, it's nothing to be nervous about," said the nurse. "You're just going to help Dr. Scott realize a fantasy that he's had for a long time. Isn't that right Derek?"

"Fuckin? A," said the doctor.

Tiffany stood at the head of the table and comforted the frightened girl. "It's OK," she said. "Nurse Constance knows what she's doing. She's a professional." Faith and Tiffany grinned at each other. They had both been the recipient of the nurse's 'professionalism' in the past.

The words were reassuring. But when the Director of Nursing squeezed about half a tube of K-Y jelly into the palm of one hand Amanda tried to sit up. What the . . . "Do you really need that much?" she asked in a voice squeaky with apprehension. Tiffany gently pushed her shoulders down to the table.

"No, I don't really need it," the nurse replied. "It's part of the fantasy. Don't worry, it'll feel good." She put her gloved hands together and slathered the lube between them until both hands were coated with a thick, shining layer of clear goo. Nurse Constance certainly had a flair for the dramatic. She held her hands up as she rubbed them together so that they gleamed in the bright exam light, and everyone could hear the slurpy squishing sounds they made.

Amanda lay back, no longer restrained but with her feet resting in the gynecological stirrups. They held her legs wide apart, raised, and bent at the knee. Her pussy was wide open and wet with anticipation. The brunette teen's head was raised, a slightly anxious look on her face. Tiffany took one of her hands and held it. "You're going to love this, baby," she said.

Nurse Constance began to slide two fingers along Amanda's vulva. Her fingers slipped up and down just inside the wide-open outer lips, spreading warmth and K-Y jelly everywhere they touched. The shy teenager watched in a kind of fascinated horror, her mouth slightly open. "That's so sexy," said Faith. She sat next to Derek on the couch and stroked his dick.

Tiffany placed an arm under Amanda's head so that she could watch what was happening between her legs without straining. The formerly innocent teenager couldn't seem to keep her eyes off the sight in front of her--and neither could anyone else, including the watcher.

The Director of Nursing was slowly teasing the slick labia and making Amanda forget her inhibitions. After a few minutes of caressing the girl's pink folds the crafty nurse began to tease her clit with one forefinger while the middle finger of the other hand eased slowly into Amanda's tunnel of love. "Ah," she gasped.

With her eyes locked on Amanda's the sexy nurse found the girl's g-spot with her finger and began to lightly stroke it. "Oh my God," the teenager panted. Her hips were rocking now and the experienced nurse picked up her rhythm and timed her caresses to match. It took only a minute of this treatment before the horny teen closed her eyes and began to moan softly. The need inside her built quickly.

But Nurse Constance wasn't about to let her cum so soon. She withdrew her finger from the girl's cunt and moved the other from her clit, and went back to sliding two fingers along the girl's slick vulva. Amanda's eyes popped open with a start. She couldn't understand why the nurse had stopped just as she was about to orgasm, but she didn't want to ask: it would seem too wanton.

The answer, of course, was delayed gratification. Nurse Constance was drawing out both Amanda's pleasure and her own. She next placed her palms together, fingers spread, and slowly eased both of her middle fingers into the young girl's juicy channel. When they had gone in as far as they could go she eased them out again almost all the way. She repeated this until the slim teenager began to move with her again.

Amanda's breathing was shallow and she stared at the violation of her sweet pussy. Nurse Constance paused only for an instant and then slipped both of her third fingers in, too. She allowed the girl to adjust to the thickness of the four fingers in her snatch and then began to increase the tempo. Amanda was really getting into it. Everyone in the room could hear the squelching sound as the naughty nurse plunged her fingers in and out of the young girl's sloppy cunt. 

Tiffany still had an arm under Amanda's head, propping it up, and now she began to lightly pinch the girl's nips with her free hand, alternating between one and the other. At this, the teenager began to moan aloud, her juices flowing freely. All she needed was a bit of stimulation on her clit to cum instantly, but Nurse Constance was already using both hands and so was Tiffany. Of course, her own hands were free . . . 

Again the older woman, her eyes locked on Amanda's, seemed to know just what she was thinking. "Go ahead, touch yourself," said the Director of Nursing. The gorgeous eighteen-year-old just stared back into the eyes of the sexy nurse, her mouth open. She knew her cheeks had turned bright red. How could she possibly caress her own body in front of these people, people she hardly knew?

"Go on Amanda, do it!" Tiffany whispered in her ear.

She heard Tiffany's voice, but Amanda didn't turn her head. All she saw were the gloved fingers of Nurse Constance plunging in and out of her cunt, and those smoldering eyes staring into hers. Her body was crying out for relief, she was so close to the edge . . . she couldn't take it any longer. Amanda's right hand slowly crept between her legs. Her clit was standing up, exposed, covered with shiny lube. "That's right," Tiffany said very quietly. The tip of her middle finger edged closer to her smooth snatch. Dr. Scott was holding his breath, his cock hard as stone once again.

Amanda's breath came in ragged gasps, her mouth dry. Her finger hesitated just above her snatch. The idea of masturbating with people watching was so embarrassing, yet she needed to cum so badly. She closed her eyes. The others in the room (and the unseen watcher) were spellbound, no one said a word. Would the girl's natural modesty stop her from letting go? With her eyes closed, Amanda knew only what her body was telling her.

The tip of her middle finger covered the last inches, moving quickly and lightly over her pink clit. A few seconds was all it took. "Oh God yes!" she screamed. With her head thrashing from side to side the teenager wailed almost inhuman cries, her incredible body shaking spasmodically. When she began to cum Tiffany took her arm from under Amanda's head and used both hands to twist her nipples hard. This sent her over the edge again. "Oh fuck! Yeah yeah yeeeaahhh!" Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, hips shaking, toes curling.

Slowly the waves of pleasure abated, and Amanda lay still, catching her breath. A light sheen of perspiration covered her perfect body and tiny beads stood out on her forehead. Her long chestnut hair hung down over the edge of the exam table, one sweat-dampened lock across her face. 

"She's ready for you now Doctor," the naughty nurse said with a suppressed grin.

"Ready?" he laughed. "I think she needs about a week to recover after that."

"Oh, Doctor, please don't wait!" cried Amanda. "I want you now. I want you to--to fuck me," she finished in a lowered voice, eyes cast down. 

Derek Scott didn't need to be asked twice. He'd been aching for a chance to do the teenaged cutie since the first second he laid eyes on her, and the spectacle of her massive loss of inhibitions moments before had only inflamed his lust. His cock was as hard as it had ever been in his life, and pulsating with hot blood.

Nurse Constance, still standing between Amanda's wide open legs, greeted him. Grabbing his dick at the base she shoved the fat purple head in her mouth, her eyes turned up to look into his. But Derek was fixated on the sweet shaved snatch spread open on the exam table. Nurse Constance raised her mouth reluctantly from his cock and used both gloved hands to spread a liberal coating of KY jelly--mixed with Amanda's cum--up and down the doctor's ebony axe handle. "Fuck her good," she said.

Tiffany stood at the teenager's head where Faith joined her to get a better look. They had both been treated more than once by the doctor's long thick instrument and they knew that apart from its size the owner was skilful. Dr. Scott stood between her legs and placed one hand on Amanda's thigh and with the other guided his cock to the girl's juicy opening. They were all struck again by the contrast of Derek's black skin on Amanda's pale white body.

Dr. Scott teased them both by sliding the head up and down her slick labes. Amanda reached out for his cock. When she had sucked it earlier her hands were strapped down; and in fact she had never held a man's dick before, especially one of such impressive dimensions. Derek removed his own big black hand and let her take him in her small white one. God it's enormous, she thought. Can it really fit in me?

She placed the tip at her opening and pulled him towards her. Derek eased the head in gently causing Amanda to gasp, and quickly withdrew. "You tell me how fast to go baby," he said. 

With her hand still on his cock the hot teen urged the big man towards her again. His dick sank several inches into her tight cootchie, where he paused. Amanda figured this was about as far up her as anything had ever gone, and at least half of the doctor's fat cock was not yet inside her. "Oh God," she said. "More. Give me more."

Dr. Scott pushed forward an inch, then back a bit. In and out, a little deeper with each thrust. Amanda moaned--but was it pleasure or pain? It seemed the two sensations were becoming confused in her mind. Her cunt was being stretched in places she never knew she had, and still the doctor's tremendous length was not completely buried. She drew him deeper into her tight snatch.

With a final lunge Derek shoved his dick up to the balls in the girl's slick velvet vise. Amanda screamed in apparent agony but he was not about to stop now. 

"Oh yes, fuck me!" she cried. "Your cock is splitting me apart! Oh Doctor, fuck my little pussy!" Derek managed to hide his astonishment and do just as she asked. He began to slide in and out using long, smooth strokes. Amanda could feel the head of his dick touching parts of her body she had only read about in textbooks: the slender teen was convinced he had penetrated her cervix and entered her uterus. She thumped her heels on his backside to pull him in deeper.

Faith and Tiffany watched in awe, Amanda's superb body attracting them like a magnet. Faith took one of the gorgeous brunette's amazing tits in both hands and bent to suck on the nipple. Tiffany quickly followed her lead. Amanda felt her climax building fast. "Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh yes, oh yes . . . "

Then, just as Amanda was about to cum, there was a kind of muffled howl from outside the room. At the same time came a loud thudding on the glass of the one-way mirror. Derek instinctively pulled out his cock. "No!" the hot teen cried. Amanda was so deep into her pleasure that the disturbance hadn't reached her consciousness.




Amanda Ch. 03



The others were stunned. None of the residents of the institution should have been up and around at that time of night. "Turn off the lights," Dr. Scott ordered. Nurse Constance was already on the way. The lights were quickly doused, and framed in the window was the silhouette of a man--a very big man. "Holy shit!" said Faith. "It's Kane!" Kane was the nickname of a resident of the institution, so called because of his resemblance to the pro wrestler. A huge man, seven feet tall and well over 300 pounds, but with an IQ about equal to Derek Scott's shoe size.

"Nurse, you better let him in before he wakes up the whole place," said Dr. Scott. 

"Let him in? Are you crazy?" 

"Look, he's making so much noise we'll have a crowd here in a minute. The poor fucker can't tell anyone. He can't even talk. He's harmless."

"Whatever you say Doctor," she said acidly, opening the door. The big man was still pounding on the window and didn't notice her at first. "Mr. Harvey, come here." He looked at her stupidly. Nurse Constance took him firmly by the hand and led him inside. 

He followed her meekly into the room. The huge man had one of the ugliest faces Amanda had ever seen, eyes that pointed different directions and a mouth full of rotten teeth. He wore a sleeveless ribbed white undershirt (commonly known as a wife-beater) and a pair of striped pajama bottoms. A true giant of a man, he dwarfed the six-foot-six doctor. His chest and arms were enormous but so was his belly. 

Nurse Constance spoke to Mr. Harvey in soothing tones. He was really very shy and awkward. He tried to keep his eyes on the floor, but his eyes wouldn't obey. It was clear that the big man was trying to check out Amanda, still naked on the exam table, but felt uncomfortable about it. Again that strange howling noise came from his throat. He was agitated, but Dr. Scott wasn't sure why. He didn't think the brute was mature enough to become aroused sexually; his mind was like that of a very young child's. Perhaps he had had a bad dream and gone looking for someone to comfort him.

But then they noticed the bulge in his pajamas. Something hung down one thigh, something very long and thick. Could it be . . .? No. No dick could be that large. This thing, whatever it was, appeared to be about the size of a one-liter bottle--but curved. As everyone stared, Kane looked at Amanda and this time he didn't turn away. He started howling again, faster and louder.

Nurse Constance was frightened. With his size and strength Kane could kill someone without even trying. "Do you want to have a better look?" she asked the brute. "Amanda's really pretty, isn't she?" As she led him closer to the exam table where the gorgeous teenager lay, the big man's howls stopped. 

Amanda was scared, but still incredibly horny. Kane's outburst had come just as she was about to. Derek Scott was still standing between her legs, his cock still hard, but they were both too freaked out to continue. Nobody dared move. The monster brushed off the nurse's hand and shuffled slowly to the exam table. Faith moved over to make room for him. Amanda's eyes grew wide with fear, but he made no move to hurt her. Instead, he reached out and gently began to stroke her hair. He never took his eyes from the body of the slender teen.

For her part, Amanda couldn't take her eyes from that startling bulge in the man's pajamas. It was obvious now that the lump was indeed his penis. As he stood next to the table she could see the outline of his gargantuan tool through the thin fabric. Its proportions were almost inconceivable. Until that night the young impressionable teenager couldn't have imagined a dick as big as Dr. Scott's--he did have a very big dick--but this one made his look almost puny. And it wasn't even hard yet! At least Amanda didn't think so. It still hung down inside the man's pajama leg.

"Fuck her!" the idiot howled. His speech was slurred but everyone knew what he said. Dr. Scott's mouth fell open. He had no idea the man could speak.

"You--you want me to fuck her?" he asked, pointing to himself.

"Fuck her!" the big ape repeated. "Mmm, titties," were the next words he was heard to utter after almost four years of silence. 

Faith whispered in Amanda's ear. "I think he wants to feel your tits! Maybe--"

But the big brute didn't wait. He just reached out and began to softly squeeze those lovely white breasts. Breasts which, before today, had only been touched by Amanda herself. His hands were as soft as a girl's and clammy, and so big they covered Amanda's huge jugs. 

As the big mental defective helped himself to those spectacular melons, he began to moan. And his dick began to grow.

"Fuck her!" he said again, louder.

"OK, OK," said Dr. Scott. He eased his dick through the teen's sweet pink folds and started working it slowly in and out once again. Amanda sighed with pleasure. Derek's cock felt sooooo good inside her, and Kane for his size had a very gentle touch. His huge sweaty hands touched her breasts reverently.

Faith, ever the adventurous one, was drawn to the man's enormous dick. She bent at the waist until her face was even with his crotch, and slowly reached out with her hand. The shameless coed gently wrapped her fingers around the gigantic shaft and began to stroke it. The thing responded immediately, getting harder and growing even longer. 

The big lummox was still fondling Amanda's tits and now he began to grunt as his cock grew uncomfortable. It was quickly becoming stiff but was trapped by the leg of his pajamas. 

"Let me help you there big fella," said Faith. She untied the string that held up his pajama bottoms and slid them down. Everyone in the room gasped as the giant's cock sprang out. As he stood next to the exam table it reached almost to Amanda's face. Faith couldn't even begin to estimate its size. She took it in her small hand and found that she couldn't come close to reaching around the thing. The fat blue veins bulged under her fingers and it curved distinctly to the left. Amanda thought it was repulsive but fascinating at the same time, and the fact that it was uncircumcised added to both perceptions. 

Faith wrapped her other hand around the massive tool and began to pump it slowly. She peeled the foreskin back to reveal an enormous dark crimson head with a drop of pre-cum hanging from the tip. Faith bent down and teased the opening of the giant cock with her tongue. After licking up the drop of cum, she swirled her tongue around the fat head while still massaging the thing with both hands. It continued to grow. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and tried to stuff as much as she could in, but the head alone made her choke and gag.

When Faith lifted her mouth from the all-meat sub a long string of drool stretched from her tongue to its head. Faith smiled and bent to kiss Amanda's perfect lips. Amanda returned the kiss, sucking Faith's tongue into her mouth. "You want to try sucking his dick, don't you?" Faith asked. 

Amanda was getting methodically fucked by Dr. Scott and she could feel another orgasm building. She didn't answer Faith's question but her mouth was open and she couldn't stop staring at the giant cock. As usual Faith took her silence for a yes and held the big dick to Amanda's lips. The sexy eighteen-year-old stuck out her tongue and licked the bottom of the shaft as Faith drew it back and forth across her open mouth. 

"Ooo, I get the top," said Faith. She climbed onto the exam table and straddled Amanda's waist, then lay face to face with the lovely teenager. Faith pressed her mouth to the top of the monstrous shaft while Amanda did the same from below. The giant simpleton groaned as he sawed his dick between the two girls' mouths. After a minute or two of this treatment Faith raised her head and grabbed the dick in her hand. "See how much you can get in your mouth," she said.

Amanda turned her head to the side and Faith guided the huge cock to the teen's mouth. The foreskin had slid down over the head again and Amanda could sense the difference with her lips as it entered her wet orifice. Faith shoved as much as she could into Amanda's mouth causing her cheeks to bulge out. She expected the young girl to gag as she had, but when she pulled the cockhead back Amanda's lips clung to it lovingly. The girl seemed reluctant to let it go!

The head of the monstrous dick, still mostly covered with its foreskin, was shiny with Amanda's spit. "Get it good and wet," said Faith, and Amanda complied, licking hungrily at the dark head. "Yeah, that's it, lick it. Stick your tongue right under the foreskin." Again the teenager did as she was told, slipping her tongue between the head and the foreskin and working it all the way around. "Fuck, that's hot," said Faith. "Now open wide."

Faith aimed the giant's WMD into Amanda's mouth. Its size was now truly prodigious. Amanda tilted her head back and the giant rammed forward with his hips. The young girl's jaw was stretched uncomfortably wide as the massive invader entered her mouth. It was squeezed tightly by the muscles of Amanda's throat as the head slipped into her gullet. Tears ran from her eyes as the teenager choked on the enormous fuckstick. She couldn't breathe at all.

Just as the others thought they might have to act to save the girl, the giant pulled out his dick. Amanda took a huge gulp of air as her windpipe was vacated. Tears and spittle ran down her face. At that moment Tiffany, who was watching from the other side of the exam table, spoke. "I've got to try that motherfucker," she said. She bent so that her face was next to Amanda's and Faith's, opposite the giant. Faith guided the fuck missile to her friend's mouth. 

Now three girls were feasting on the huge meatstick. The head moved in and out of Tiffany's mouth, stretching it obscenely, while Faith and Amanda pressed their lips on the shaft from above and below. The giant grunted in appreciation. Nurse Constance was feeling left out, so she crouched between Derek's legs to lick his balls while his cock speared the girl on the table.

"Jesus, this is unbelievable!" said the doctor. "I'm going to cum again. Amanda, baby, I want to cum inside you. Are you OK with that?"

"Mmmph, yeah . . . slurp . . . I want your hot cum inside me," said that truly wonderful girl. Instantly Dr. Scott shot his second load of the evening, and it was almost as big as the first. His climax nearly sent Amanda over the edge but he stopped pumping just as she was about to cum herself. She moaned in desire and frustration. 

"My turn," said Nurse Constance, pushing Derek out of the way. The sexed-up nurse dived tongue first into the teen's sloppy cunt, licking up the doctor's copious seminal fluids as they seeped from the girl's love tunnel. Amanda came hard as the naughty nurse circled the young beauty's clit with the tip of her tongue. Faith knew that the girl was climaxing, and she reached back to shove the older woman's face deeper into Amanda's overflowing gash. The newly debauched teenager couldn't even see who was eating her, but she knew it was good. She came again.

When Nurse Constance finally came up for air, the lower half of her face was covered in the doctor's cum mixed with Amanda's cunt sauce. Amanda herself had cum three times but she was still not satisfied. Tiffany's jaw ached from stretching her mouth around the giant's huge prick and she had to back off. "Do you think we can make him cum?" she wondered.

"Fuck yeah," answered Faith. "Let him fuck the little hottie here."

"Are you insane?" said Tiffany. "He'll split her apart."

Faith climbed down from the exam table and led the giant by his cock to the other end. "I think she can handle it. What do you think Nurse?" 

The experienced O.R nurse slipped four fingers inside the girl's wide-open slit. "She's been stretched quite a bit already. And you know the female body is made for bearing children. She can handle it. It may be uncomfortable, but she can take it. Amanda honey, what do you think? Do you want to try it?"

Amanda was in a state of arousal so intense that no cock would have seemed too big. She was on a kind of sexual high, the only thing that mattered right then was quelling the flames of desire that burned in her. She wasn't sure she would ever recover from the condition she was in, but then, she didn't want to. "Give me that fucking dick," she said.

Though the big man's monster penis was already slick with the saliva of three girls, Nurse Constance hadn't yet had a go at it. She began to lick it and tried sticking the head in her mouth. "Holy fuck! That is one huge dick," she said.

She pulled the man close to his target. He was so tall that as the wanton teenager lay on the exam table his hips were a good two feet higher that hers.

"Amanda honey, turn over and get up on your knees," said the nurse. Amanda complied and raised her butt in the air, her head turned to one side and flat on the table, her perfect breasts squashed beneath her. This raised her body almost into position. Faith used the electronic control to raise the table until the giant's pole was lined up with the girl's dripping cunt. 

Nurse Constance pointed the tip of the massive weapon at the beautiful girl's slippery passage. When the head was beginning to spread apart those shining pink lips she stopped the big Neanderthal. "Wait Mr. Harvey," she said. "You don't want to hurt her, do you?" He looked concerned--at least as concerned as a gorilla can look. "Let her come to you. Amanda sweetie, back up onto his dick a little at a time."

And she did. The exquisite brunette teen, so recently innocent, was oblivious to the fact that she was being watched by four people she had only known a few days as she worked her pussy forward and back on the massive cock. She eased him in an inch or so at a time, then backed off. The doctor's cum lubricating her vagina was forced out and ran down her thighs. "Oh God," she moaned. "Oh fuck." She continued to work more and more into her slick opening until the thing was nearly half buried in her. She was on the verge of another orgasm.

But there it seemed to stick. Try as she might, she could get no more of the huge cock inside her. The lovely teenager turned her head a bit more and looked up at the man's ugly face towering over her. "Mister," she said. "I need you to help me."

"Huh?" said the giant.

"Put your hands on my hips and push your dick inside me." The others were transfixed by what they saw and heard--it was too much to believe. They were aroused all over again.

"I need to cum," said Nurse Constance. "Tiffany, get over here. Lie down on the couch." Tiffany obeyed, lying back on the smooth leather. The older nurse knelt on either side of blonde's head, lowering her dank folds to the sweet coed's mouth.

At the exam table the brute had wrapped his huge hands around Amanda's slim waist and managed to force about two thirds of his humongous fuckstick into her sweet smooth pussy. Amanda came, then came again, harder. His cock had bottomed out and could go no further, but the giant was rhythmically slamming it in as far as it would go. Kane's monstrous member felt like it was splitting her in two while at the same time filling her in the most intensely pleasurable way. Her orgasms became almost continuous. 

Dr. Scott was hard again and he wanted more. Stroking his long black cock he stood in front of Amanda's face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open. Using both hands the former basketball star straightened the girl's head so that her chin was resting on the edge of the padded table. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Yes," she said just before he shoved his dick in her mouth.

The good doctor couldn't believe his luck. Here was a white girl who looked as beautiful as any model on the cover of a fashion magazine but with bigger tits. She was being fucked by a mentally defective giant who had a cock the size of the Graf Zeppelin. He doubted he would ever have this chance again, so he held her by the ears and slowly forced his ebony cock down her throat. Her green eyes were open wide and looking up at him. She couldn't say anything, of course, with her mouth and throat full of dick, but her eyes were very expressive. He wasn't sure if they were expressing thanks, or shock and dismay at this sudden violation of her tonsils. A tear formed in one eye and rolled down her smooth cheek--but that was just a reflex, he figured.

Amanda had reached a state that for most people only lasts for a few seconds, but this orgasm seemed to go on and on. She had no past, no future, no family, nothing. The only things that mattered were the two big dicks inside her. Dr. Scott was timing his thrusts so that when Kane's dick was mostly withdrawn from her body his was lodged deep in her throat, and when the giant's dick was as far in her as it would go Derek pulled out so that only the head of his cock was in her mouth. Drool ran from the girl's lips and dripped from the edge of the exam table. Her thighs were covered in fuck juices.

Nurse Constance, watching intently, came on Tiffany's mouth, her thirtysomething snatch covering the blonde's face with its musky deposit.

Faith stood close to the table and watched the mammoth dick sliding in and out of the ravaged teenager. She reached between the giant's legs and hefted his nuts. "Jesus, they're the size of tennis balls," she said. With her other hand she stroked the base of the mighty shaft. The big man was groaning nonstop. "Shit, he's going to cum, I think. Mr. Harvey, where do you want to cum? In her pussy? On her pretty face?"

"Unh. Titties!"

"Amanda, he wants to cum on your tits. Turn over on your back," Faith ordered. But the giant didn't wait. He pulled his cock from the girl's dripping hole and moved quickly to her side. Dr. Scott got his dick out of the way just in time. Kane flipped Amanda roughly onto her back. Faith seized the giant's fearsome appendage with both hands and pointed it towards the girl's lovely breasts. She only had to wank it a few times before the big man came with a roar.

It was as if Faith were pointing a fire hose. The giant's inhuman cock produced one phenomenal shot of cum after another--more in number and volume that seemed possible. The first blast overshot Amanda's breasts entirely and hit the side of her face, leaving a trail as it receded over her neck and shoulder. Faith adjusted her aim and the next several ropes fell in lines across every part of the teen's fantastic breasts and completely covered her puffy pink nipples.

Amanda raised her head to watch as her tits were splattered with cum. She was still on the edge of the plateau of ecstasy and she wanted to stay there. The girl who had to be convinced to touch herself earlier now slipped four fingers inside her cunt to try to fill the void left behind by the giant's departed dick. 

This was too much for Derek. He felt himself about to cum for the third time that night. He was pumping his own cock and gazing at the teenager's lovely cum-streaked face. "Amanda, look at me," he said. The busty brunette turned up her wide green eyes, looking at him past the big black dick just over her forehead. "Oh fuck," he said. His cum oozed rather than shot onto Amanda's cheeks and into her open mouth.

"Mmm, give me your cock," she said, and Dr. Scott did just that, sticking the head of his black tool in her mouth to be cleaned. "God I love the taste of cum," she said between slurps, more to herself than to anyone in particular. Dr. Scott soon withdrew his cock, which by this time was almost painfully sore. Amanda licked her lips to get the rest of the thick white goo from them.

"I'll help you," said Faith. Holding the giant's mighty scimitar, which was still oozing cum, she used it to scoop the stuff from Amanda's shining cheeks and push it into her mouth. When she had cleaned up the lovely teen's face as much as she could in this way, Amanda licked and sucked on the tip of the giant cock to find more. Faith pulled it away and playfully swatted the girl's face with the massive dong; its impact made slapping sounds that could be heard by everyone in the room. 




Amanda Ch. 03



"I want more cum," Amanda said, her voice trance-like. She seemed to hardly notice the others in the room with her.

"You want more, baby?" said Faith, ever the mischievous imp. "Look at your tits."

Amanda said not a word, but cupped her huge wonderful jugs in each hand and, raising first one and then the other to her mouth, and proceeded to lick the thick rivers of splooge from those perfect pink-tipped melons. 

"Jesus," said Nurse Constance. "I think she's gone insane."

Dr. Scott didn't agree. He thought the girl was in a kind of sexual stupor that would soon fade. But the words of his lover had given him an idea. What if the gorgeous teenager were declared insane? He knew of some pharmaceuticals that would mimic the symptoms of schizophrenia. What if Amanda were confined there at the institution for treatment? She would be at his disposal as often as he wanted her. It was an idea he would need to consider very carefully. 

Meanwhile Amanda just lay on the table and licked cum from her nipples. "I love my boobies," she said.

*

Perhaps to be continued?



Amanda Ch. 03



When my spine had stopped tingling and my hands had stopped trembling, I got up and took another shower. This time I got dressed. I had work to do. There were two ad campaigns I was working on, one for fruit-based cosmetics, and one for pet food. Hmm. Maybe there was a cross-over here. Health food for animals and a shampoo that made you as slick and clean as a just-licked cat.

"Get a grip," I told myself. "Get to work."

But whatever I tried to wrap my mind around, there was Amanda. I paced my office, willing myself to think. Amanda. I wandered through the house. Amanda. I didn't want coffee, I didn't want food. I wanted Amanda.

She'd said she was going to pick up the kids at day-care. She'd be busy doing whatever mothers do with their little darlings in the afternoon. There was no way I could be jealous of children, was there? Evidently there was.

I picked up the phone.

"Hi. It's me."

"Henry? Is something wrong? Are you all right?"

"No. Yes. I don't know. I can't get you out of my mind, Amanda. I just wanted to hear your voice."

"Well, it's very nice of you to call, Henry. Lawrence junior is sitting beside me, painting a picture of his father. And Sybil needs me right now. Let me get back to you."

"Wait. Amanda. About yesterday. About this morning." I was blathering.

"I know, Henry. I'm so glad you came, too. We'll have to do it again sometime soon. I've really got to go now."

She hung up and I was alone. It had been idiotic of me to call her, knowing she had the kids with her. But she'd covered pretty well, and I thought there was some promise in the way she'd answered me.

It was obvious I wouldn't get any work done today. I leaned back in my chair and tried to remember every time I'd seen her. Sipping her wine when we'd had them over. Chance encounters outside, at the mailbox, over the back hedge. An unexpected sighting at the mall.

Then my private pictures of her. Sun-bathing by her pool, her trim, small-breasted body almost hidden by her bikini. Looking up into my eyes, a drink in her hand at their party. Feeling her warmth as she led me around the yard, greeting her guests. Upstairs, her hands guiding my head to the view of my study. Amanda sitting on my lap with her skirt up around her thighs, my cum soaking through my trousers and into her panties.

It was all driving me crazy. I trekked back and forth through the study, willing myself to think about anything else. A car pulled up outside and I looked out the window. It was Lawrence, home from work. I glanced at the clock and was surprised to see it was nearly five-thirty. Then another spear of jealousy shot through me. Lawrence. He'd go inside and throw his arms around Amanda. Kiss her. Tell her about his day. Would she kiss him back, as if nothing had happened? Would she smile up at him? Laugh? I couldn't contemplate it.

Gravel crunched, and Sherry's SUV came to a standstill in our drive. Lawrence was leaning into the back seat of his car to grab his brief-case when Sherry closed her door.

"Hi, Lawrence."

He walked around the back of his car. "Hi to you, too, Sherry. Good day at work?"

"OK, I guess. Well, no. Not really. I kept thinking about our discussion last night."

I thought I saw Lawrence blush. He spent some time fiddling with his keys before he looked back up at Sherry. "It was more a hypothesis, wasn't it? Strangers with a fatal attraction. Right?"

"I'm pretty sure I said neighbors." Sherry flicked her hair back over her shoulder and stepped across the thin strip of grass that separated our driveways. "Whatever. Two people who know they'll never see each other again. They both feel the attraction, but it doesn't necessarily have to be fatal. They could just go with it, see what happens. In the worst case, they regret it at their leisure. Or they could let it go and regret it forever."

Sherry took another step forward, so that her breasts were almost brushing Lawrence's chest. She was smiling up at him speculatively. He turned and looked at his front door. I have to give it to him. He tried. He coughed and ran his hand through his hair. But Sherry was still there.

He looked back at her and cleared his throat. "I, um, I haven't really had time to think about it."

"You don't want to think about it too much, Lawrence." Sherry shed her flippancy. "Say he found her by his pool. Naked."

"By his pool?"

One more step, and her breasts were squashed between them. "By his pool. Naked." She spun away and stepped back over the grass. She glanced over her shoulder. "At one o'clock in the morning."

Lawrence's head swiveled back and forth between his front door and Sherry's retreating form. I had just enough time to back away from the window and get seated behind my desk before I heard Sherry call out. "Honey, I'm home."

We had drinks and supper, made small talk, but it was all a little strained. We were sitting on the couch in the living-room, sipping cognac, when Sherry stood up. "I'm sorry I'm not better company tonight, Henry. I'm beat. I think I'll go to sleep."

I watched her trim, shapely figure climb the stairs, and poured myself another drink. I had a lot to think about. Had Sherry ever been unfaithful to me? I thought not. Had I been unfaithful to her? Using a modified Bill Clinton defense, I guess I could say no. But that was just waffling. Whatever Amanda and I had done, or not done, there was no way I could pass it off as just neighborly interaction. It was adultery. No more, no less.

I suppose morality's never easy, unless you're applying it to someone else. I thought some more, not coming to any conclusion other than I wanted to see Amanda again. See and be seen. 

Somewhere into my third drink I realized I was curious. Curious about Sherry and Lawrence. Naked, by the pool at one o'clock, she'd said. Would she do it? She might. After all, she'd made the suggestion. Would he? He had a lot more to lose than Sherry did: kids, a new job. But Sherry's a force, with her looks and her body and her determination. I figured the odds at seventy-thirty against, at least for tonight. A hundred to zip over three weeks if she really decided she wanted it to happen.

Thinking clearly didn't seem to be my strong suit this evening. I knew what I was doing with Amanda was wrong, but I didn't want it to stop. Whatever Sherry and Lawrence had planned, or more accurately, whatever Sherry had planned for Lawrence, was something I couldn't make my mind up about. I could nix the whole thing by just staying up until one o'clock, but I wasn't even sure I wanted to do that. I got up and brought the glasses into the kitchen. I decided I'd just play it by ear.

Upstairs, I undressed quietly and slid under the sheet. Sherry was breathing slowly and regularly, and I couldn't be sure if she was sleeping or faking it. It didn't matter. As long as I've known her, Sherry's never set an alarm clock. She decides what time she wants to get up, and invariably she's awake with five minutes to spare.

My plan was basically to stay awake until one o'clock. I thought about the work I'd have to get cracking on tomorrow. I had a few ideas, nothing concrete, but enough to get started with. But working meant sitting at my desk, and sitting at my desk meant Amanda. I tried to put her out of my mind. I crossed my arms behind my head, tightening my biceps for a count of twelve, and then relaxing them for another twelve. It would have worked if I weren't using the syllables of her name to count by. I felt a tension in my groin, and I turned onto my side, away from Sherry. A little squeeze, a little stroke wouldn't hurt. I closed my eyes. I may have dozed off.

The mattress shifted and Sherry stood up. She came around to my side of the bed and poked my shoulder. "Henry, are you awake?"

I lay still, eyes tight shut, and she walked into the dressing-room off the side of our bed-room. A few seconds later she came back out and padded off downstairs. I caught a whiff of her perfume. Apparently, all Sherry's systems were go. 

I gave her five minutes, then looked at the illuminated numbers of the clock on my bed-side table. 12:58. My Amanda semi-erection had wilted by the time Sherry got up, and I was surprised, rolling out of bed, to find that I was as hard as a rock. My cock bobbed as I walked down the stairs, and I followed it as silently as I could.

The sliding door onto the patio was half open, and I edged around it carefully. A three-quarter moon lit the houses and trees, and the night air, soft and caressing, warmed my skin. I looked to my left, at the hedge dividing our lawn from Lawrence and Amanda's. There was a wide, low hole torn in it, made by their kids to expand their play space. I imagined Sherry crawling through it, full of lust and conquest, and my hard-on slapped up against my belly.

I walked bare-foot to the gap in the hedge and poked my head through it. God damn. Sherry was lying on her back on one of their pool chairs. Naked. At one o'clock. A goddess. Her skin shone alabaster in the pale light, blotched in spots by the shadows cast by her breasts and her bent left leg. The deep red polish on her nails gleamed black, as dark as her mascara. She must have put it on before she went to bed.

The sight of Sherry, and the thought of what might happen, drove my hand between my legs. I knew it could be a long evening, a long wait, and I took it slow. I edged upwards, stroking to just below the head of my cock, and then down, feathering my loose skin, until my hand nudged my balls.

Sherry was getting impatient, her head turning repeatedly to the back door of our neighbors' house. Somehow, her frustration turned me on even more. I picked up my tempo just enough to stoke my lust.

The click of the latch was like a rifle shot in the silence. It made me jump. Sherry flinched, and then settled back onto the chaise, the goddess again.

"You shouldn't tease me like that, Lawrence. I'd almost given up on you."

Lawrence was speechless at the sight of her. He raised his hands in a shushing gesture. 

"You look a little shaky," Sherry told him, but she lowered her voice to a whisper. "Relax. It's just the two of us."

"But Amanda. Henry," he managed.

"You think she wouldn't want to see me here? Like this? I bet Henry would." Sherry flexed her body, and I had to take my hand off myself.

Lawrence's eyes flicked up at the dark windows of his house and then back at Sherry. I gave him a ten for courage, but a barely deserved two for style. He was wearing black socks and slippers, and clutched a bathrobe tightly to his chest.

"I, I don't, we shouldn't be doing this, Sherry."

"Of course we should. Why would we be here otherwise?"

Lawrence was silent for a moment, his eyes filling with my wife's body on the chaise. 

"All right. OK. Listen. We talked last night. I guess I knew what you were getting at. And it made me, well, I admit it. I was thinking of you all day."

"All day? That must have been distracting. I hope it was distracting. But tell me, you just said it made you something. What did it make you?"

"Oh, god, Sherry. Why do you have to make this so hard?"

"Is that what you're telling me, Lawrence? I made you hard?"

Lawrence glanced down. I saw it, too, and so did Sherry. His robe was tented out in front of him. I was stroking again.

"Oh, jesus. What am I doing? What are you doing to me?"

Sherry knew exactly how to play this. "You're nervous, Lawrence. I am, too," she lied. She patted the chair. "Just come sit next to me. We don't have to do anything. Talk to me. I don't have anyone I can talk to."

God, she was a slut. A gorgeous, moon-lit, irresistible slut. I knew that if he did what she wanted, if he took those few steps and sat down beside her, he was lost. My hand closed tighter around me.

And he did it. Like I knew he would. Like Sherry knew he would. And I guess like Lawrence, if his brain were functioning normally, would have known, too.

"Oh, thank you, Sherry," he spilled out as he sat. "You're right. I am nervous. I'm a wreck. As, well, as exciting as this is, I mean, you, me, here, in the middle of the night, as much as I've thought of you today, it's just too much. Would it be, would you mind if I just went back inside?"

Oh, you poor fucking fool, I thought. 

"That's all right, Lawrence. I don't really know, either, what I was thinking when I came here." As if lying naked on your neighbor's lawn chair at one o'clock in the morning wasn't a clue. "You go on back inside."

The relief on Lawrence's face was palpable, even from where I crouched in the bushes. He started to stand.

"But, Lawrence,' Sherry said. There was always going to be a but. "I did come all the way over here, dressed like I am." A little girlish giggle. "I even crawled through that hedge to get here." I instinctively ducked back, but Sherry wasn't looking my way. She was looking at Lawrence.

"It hurt, you know. I got all scratched. Look." She leaned back, stretching her body to its full length. A glance showed me that she was unblemished, but Lawrence was inspecting her more closely. His adam's apple rose and sunk in his throat. 

When Sherry was sure she had him, she laid a hand on his thigh and whispered, "Just so this assignation, oh, I know it's not really that, but just so this isn't a total bust, could you kiss me, Lawrence?"

"What?"

Sherry sat up and cupped his neck with her hand. "Just one kiss." Her breasts were pressed against his arm.

Lawrence looked up again at the windows, and turned back to her. He pursed his lips and leaned forward. When his lips touched hers, Sherry tightened her hold on his neck. I saw her jaw drop down, opening her mouth, and I imagined her tongue pushing into him. I realized I was stroking faster.

He pulled away, looking dazed, and stood up. "I, I really should go now," he gasped.

Sherry lay back on the chaise, the goddess, the definition of languid. "One question, Lawrence. I have to know. Would you have?"

His indecision was evident. Another look at the house, and then back at Sherry.

"Would I have what?"

"You know what I mean. If there was no Amanda." Her eye-lashes drooped and she looked down at her body before looking up at him. "I have to believe you would. There's no way you could have left me here like this."

I could barely hear his reply. "Like what?"

Sherry opened her legs and her engorged sex was exposed to me. To both of us.

"Look at me, Lawrence."

There was nothing else he could do. Sherry was there before him, spread wide, an invitation. He gulped, he tugged his robe tighter around him, but he had to look.

A sigh, almost silent, a gentle release, escaped him. But I heard it. Sherry turned her head to take in her perfect body. Her fingers traced an invisible line over her skin and delved into the shadows. She sat up, clutching her hand between her thighs. 

"Show me, Lawrence. Show me what I'm missing."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Lawrence. Look at yourself. All hard and sticking out ." She was really into it now. "Does Amanda do that to you?" Sherry dropped back onto the chaise. "Tell me I made you like that. Show me what I did to you."

I almost would have sympathized with him if my consciousness hadn't shrunk down to the triangle of Sherry fingering herself, Lawrence's jutting erection, and my hand racing over me. My breath caught, waiting.

"I, you know I can't do that."

"Shh. Of course you can." Sherry's body arched up off the chaise, her hips and her perfect white breasts pointing up at the moon.

"Oh my god," Lawrence choked out. 

Sherry turned her face to him, wantonness gleaming in her eyes. "Do it."

My breath slipped out in a silent moan as Lawrence untied his robe and let it fall. His thumbs hooked into the waist-band of his boxers and he pushed them down to his feet. When he straightened to step out of them, he stumbled, catching his balance only when he stood at the edge of the chaise.

Sherry raised up, the rush of blood to her cheeks darkening them in the moon-light. Lawrence was bobbing before her, and I was gratified to see that he was smaller than I am. Sherry licked her lips.

"Oh. Lawrence. That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." His cock jerked. "You're so much bigger than Henry."

"You cunt," I whispered to myself. But I kept tugging. I couldn't stop now. Sherry put her hand on Lawrence's knee, and his legs shook. "Thank you for showing me. For showing me what I did to you." Her hand inched up his thigh, and the sound that came out of Lawrence's mouth was like a baby crying in its sleep.

"This is killing me. Lawrence. I've never seen anything like that. Don't be mad at me, please don't, but I've got to touch it. Touch you. Just a touch. Just once. Please?"

Lawrence shivered like it was the middle of winter, not a sultry summer night. I could imagine the conflict raging in him. I almost felt sorry for him. His shoulders pulled back, as if he wanted to tear himself away, but at the same time his hips thrust forward. Sherry's hand slid over his balls and her fore-finger traveled up from the base of his cock to rest lightly on the silvery droplet at its head. 

Lawrence gasped. I groaned. Sherry smiled.

"There. That's not so bad, is it?" 

Lawrence's mouth was open, his jaw working, but no words came.

"God, you're huge, Lawrence," Sherry purred. "Does Amanda tell you that? Or maybe you only get this way for me." Keeping her finger in place, she looked up at him until he was forced to return her gaze. She looked down then, at her finger on his cock, and his eyes followed hers.

"I'm going to hold it now. Wrap my hand around it and hold it. I want to feel you big and hard and hot in my hand. I'll know it's because of me, and I can believe you would have, Lawrence. Then you can go inside, if you want to."

Holding my breath, squeezing my erection as hard as I could to stave off my orgasm, I watched Sherry's hand open and slip loosely around Lawrence's cock-head and slide gradually down his length. Every millimeter, as it came into view above her hand, was slick and shining with his pre-cum. When the heel of her hand was resting on his drawn-up balls, her grasp tightened and she tugged slowly upwards until only the bright, swollen head was visible. A flood of clear liquid gushed out of it and oozed over her fingers.

Lawrence's knees buckled, and he had to put a hand on Sherry's head to steady himself. He took a couple of deep breaths and seemed to find a little control. But his hand still rested on her head, and stayed there as she raised he eyes to his. 

For a split-second, time stopped for me, and I was looking at a still-life, a snap-shot: my wife, seated on the chaise before him, legs open, gleaming, her hand full of his hardness, eyes lifted, triumph and lust written all over her features. My neighbor, his muscles tensed, sweat standing on his forehead, the expression on his face a mix of anxiety and desire, his hand on Sherry's head. 

Then I was back in real time, and Sherry was whispering, "Really? Is that what you want? OK, but just a little kiss." She bent her head forward.

Lawrence, too, seemed to snap back from some distant place. His hand jerked away from her. "No. That's not what I, I didn't...Oh. Oh shit."

Sherry's lips were touching her fingers, and the head of Lawrence's cock had disappeared. She pulled back, and his bulb popped out. A shiny thread stretched from his prick to her bottom lip.

She sat back, and the thread broke and dangled. 

"You'd better go now."

But she was still holding his cock, and his hand had returned to her head. The muscles in his arm tensed, pulling her forward, and Sherry's lips surrounded him again. They followed her retreating fingers until her nose was pressed against his belly. Then she eased back slowly, agonizingly, and Lawrence's thickness was waving in the air between them.




Amanda Ch. 03



The minute she'd sucked him in, I'd had to release my strangle-hold on my cock. One slight motion, one more second of stimulation, would have done me in. I sat back on my ankles, my heart pounding, my breath coming in little short gasps, my hard-on leaping, and watched.

"Oh, god, Sherry. Do that again. Please do that again," Lawrence croaked. But now both of her hands were on his hips and she was forcing him to his knees. When she had him where she wanted him, Sherry leaned back onto her elbows.

"I'll do that again any time you want me to, Lawrence." She draped her legs around his back and drew him to her. "Right now I need you in me. I can't wait any longer."

Somewhere in those last few seconds, Lawrence had undergone a transformation. Suddenly he was no longer the unwilling victim. He looked down at his prick dancing between Sherry's thighs, and then back up at her, spread over the chaise, her arms behind her head, her gorgeous breasts rising and falling with every breath. 

"What is it you can't wait for any longer, Sherry?" He lifted her knees until they were pressed into her breasts. I had a perfect view of her round ass straining up at him, twitching as his cock touched her. 

"Uuungghh. Do it. God damn it, Lawrence, do it."

"You said that before. Earlier. And you asked me a question. Would I?" The moon shone on Sherry's pussy, wide open, lips spread and seemingly reaching for Lawrence's cock. Her butt was bouncing on the chaise. "What do you think? Would I?"

"You bastard. You know you would. You know you're going to. Just do it." 

That was the end of my self-control. My right hand raced over me as Lawrence leaned into my wife. The head of his cock passed her lips, and Sherry grunted. Then he buried himself in her, inch by inch.

Lawrence let out a long, shuddering breath, and Sherry bucked. A low, continuous moan escaped her lips a Lawrence began his slow rocking. I didn't know how long they could keep this up, but I was past caring. My cock felt like a bar of steel in my hand, glowing hotter with every stroke. 

And then I was coming. I painted the leaves around me with each burst. A deep cry lodged in my throat, but I fought it down. My spine wanted to tear itself out of my body. At last my hand stopped its automatic movement, and I rocked back and forth on my haunches, savoring every dying convulsion, every last tremor.

I looked through the hedge at Lawrence and Sherry. He was bent over her, his back heaving and his lips locked to her neck. Her eyes were closed, all her muscles slack, as if she'd finally found a perfect moment of peace. 

I came to my senses. I realized I'd never planned an escape, and I shuffled back on my knees and hands. Shit. I was covered in dirt and rotting leaves. I brushed myself off and headed back indoors. Maybe she'd think the brown marks on the sheets had come from her. Maybe she'd believe the thick viscous gobs that clung to her after she made her way back through the hedge were...

2:02am, the clock showed. No way. No possible way all that had taken place in an hour. It must have been a dream. I pulled the sheet around me and fell asleep.



Amanda Ch. 03



How did one have a relationship and still be a practicing Dominant? Amanda lifted her arm from the water and grimaced at the iv bruise just now fading. Was that the one thing missing from her life, a man to have companionship with? If she were to find a man that she was attracted to, would she have to Dominate their relationship, like Ms. Kathleen did with Mitchell? Amanda watched the dusk of evening edging over the colorful sky. Could she just leave that part of her life at the end of the day and come home into his arms and just be herself? Not submissive, not Dominate. What if the man that she found had no idea of the nature of her lifestyle and was dead set against alternate lifestyles? Amanda rubbed softly at the bruise and then let her arm fall back into the water.

Amanda rose from the water, wrapping the towel around her. Such heavy thoughts to end a lovely day. Amanda chuckled to herself and strode back into the living room, sliding the glass door behind her. A soft knocking from the front door seemed out of place, but without hesitation and despite the fact she was dripping all over the place, Amanda walked to the door and tugged it open.

There stood an Armani suit with a bouquet of sterling silver roses as it's face. 

"Gregory?" Amanda laughed and held the door open more as Gregory pulled the vase down with an impish grin. He walked in and placed the roses on the table before turning to her and kissing her hand softly.

"Hello Miss Amanda." Gregory's eyes still held their mischievous twinkle but the months they had spent together had cultured his respect.

"What on earth are you doing here?" Amanda shut the door and turned to look closely at him. He looked the picture of health and vigor, not a hair out of place and a suntan that was obviously a recent addition, making his teeth gleam as he smiled deeply.

"I promised you I would come back Miss Amanda, but when I came back you were gone!" Gregory made a cute little pouty face and then broke into laughter. "So I gently persuaded Ms. Kathleen to tell me where you were staying."

Amanda laughed deeply. "Yeah I bet. You probably conned it out of her."

"Well yes, that too." Gregory nuzzled against Amanda's shoulder, rubbing his warm cheek against her cooling flesh. "Do you mind terribly?"

"Do you know how to cook?" Amanda asked, pulling the back of his hair lightly in her grasp so that he wasn't nuzzling.

"Umm. Nope." Gregory grinned. "But I know how to order takeout and I've got credit cards."

Amanda shook her head laughing. "That will do for now. You choose dinner, I'll go get dressed."

"Yes Ma'am." Gregory joyfully plopped onto the couch and pulled the local business directory toward himself. Amanda continuing shaking her head but made her way back to her room, rubbing her body warm from the sudden chills that were racing across her flesh.

Amanda listened to Gregory making dinner plans on the phone as she dressed into a soft linen suit. She looked into the mirror and hmphed at the circles under her eyes and then bit her lips at the excitement within her eyes. She was pleased that Gregory was here, but was it because she knew he worshiped her?

A little bit of makeup and a gentle brushing of her hair and she returned to the living room. She sat down opposite Gregory and laid her hands in her lap.

"So tell me, what have you been doing with yourself lately?" She smiled politely.

Gregory launched into a spirited talk of mergers and acquisitions and venture capitalists that would make a normal head spin. Amanda tried to keep up but only managed to nod her head politely from time to time encouraging him to continue with a smile.

It was obvious Gregory enjoyed the other part of his life with relish. When dinner arrived, the talk continued, filling in the gaps of his childhood with a dominating mother, the boarding school with a cruel head mistress and eventually leading to his own submissive quests. Gregory fairly trembled when he spoke of his longing now for pain and his eyes caught hers showing his deep desire there. Not for her, but for what she could do to him.

Amanda knew that it was a novelty that this man could actually be drawn to her for how well she'd been trained to give pain through pleasure. She flexed her fingers, muting out his natter, checking to see how much of her strength had returned.

Amanda politely excused herself from their dinner and casually walked around checking the doors and windows of the houseboat. She sat back down at the table, nodding to Gregory and began to plan a scene.

As the last tidbits were eaten, Amanda again stood. She looked down at Gregory and shook her head. "Strip."

Gregory stood. The last time she had seen him strip, he had made a mockery of his obedience. Now he was silent and quick, removing his suit and not even hesitating at his silk boxers. He knelt before her, his shoulder back proudly. And he had every reason to be proud. His physique had been sharply defined and the tan was all over. He was very handsome and he knew it.

Amanda smiled. "Clear the table and do up the dishes. When you have finished, join me in my room." If she wanted to know what it was like having a domesticated servant as well as one that was hers through scening, Gregory was going to be a guinea pig.

She walked to her room, listening to him clearing the table and suddenly became very tired again. Damn it. Her strength would have to return if she was going to be able to do anything properly. She removed her shoes and sat down on the edge of the bed, breathing slow to feel her lungs fill.

She must have closed her eyes, because she suddenly felt a nudge at her foot. Her eyes flickered open to see Gregory kneeling before her. He had nudged at her foot with his hand and she watched as he drew it back to his thigh. She felt so terribly tired.

"Gregory, I'm not..." Amanda failed at words. She wanted to give him what he needed so badly that he would travel this far to find. She raised his chin and stared into his eyes. And somehow she managed to stand, with a snap of her fingers, ordering him to her bed, face down, ass high in the air. She walked out to the kitchen and gathered a few impromptu toys and then returned to the bedroom, listening to the soft moans of Gregory as he anticipated the scene.

Amanda fetched a scarf from her clothes and tied it as a blindfold securely around Gregory's eyes. With a stern reminder of NOT to move an inch, Amanda surveyed what she had found in the kitchen. She hefted the whisk in her hands, then lifted a heavier wooden spoon. They were so much lighter than the toys she normally played with. With a powerful swing, she let the spoon crack against Gregory's ass, testing her strength and seeing the resulting mark. She smiled at Gregory's whimper and continued the spoon's ascent with a stronger frequency, watching how Gregory twitched and twisted under the assault. His ass was turning a lovely shade of red so she switched to hitting at his thighs, spreading his legs apart with quick hits a few inches above his knees. She paused after awhile, taking a breath and wiping a sheen of perspiration from her forehead. Whew, she hadn't been inactive that long. Amanda lifted the scratchy sponge and used it against the reddened skin, in slow circles, listening to the deep moans of pleasure from Gregory and pinching every so often at his testicles. She set the scratchy sponge aside and with the first teasing of the knife against his skin, Gregory gasped deeply and then started to pant. Amanda let the tip of the knife push his skin in without cutting and spoke to Gregory in low tones, asking him how he was, where he was, if he was still with her. After a definable pause and with a croak before a voice, Gregory answered her. Amanda continued to tease with the knife and looked at the kitchen toys still laid out. She selected the whisk next, enjoying the whistling sound through the air, but noting the lack of impact on Gregory's skin and his lack of enthusiastic response. She put that down and chose the pancake flipper, thwapping soundly against him, watching as he responded one again, actually backing up into each hit. He was finally crying out, asking for permission to ejaculate, digging his fingers deeply into the bed. She gave him release, sitting down on the edge of the bed, letting her nails dig slowly against his nicely shaded skin as he shot his load of cum.

Amanda watched as Gregory rolled over and lifted his blindfold. He said his thank you softly and snuggled down into a deep sleep. Amanda's jaw dropped at how fast he had dropped off, but then she shrugged, covered him up with a spare blanket and went back out to the living room.

Amanda sat a while in the darkness, collecting her thoughts. She knew...she KNEW that that is all that Gregory needed. It was somehow unfulfilling to her.

Amanda curled up on the couch and dropped an afghan around herself. She was soon fast asleep.

An insistent noise. A subtle shift and her leg fell off the couch, waking her aburptly. She blinked at her surroundings. Yes. Houseboat, vacation, living room? 

The knock increased in intensity and Amanda rose, draping the afghan around her shoulders. She opened the door to find a woman with brilliantly red hair, beating against the wood. 

"Oh! SEAN, you HANDSOME BASTARD! She's here!" The petite woman was impeccably dressed and as Amanda grew aware of her own disheveled appearance, the arms crossed and the obviously well manicured nails tapped on her arm.

"So you're the Miss Amanda that has my boy up in a frenzy," the woman said, eyeing her up and down.

Amanda started to croak out a question when Dr. Sean Campbell showed up next to the woman. Wordlessly Amanda held open the door inviting the strange woman and Sean in.

As the woman looked around the houseboat's living room, Sean smiled weakly at Amanda. 

Amanda shut the door and waited, watching the interaction and coming to a conclusion just as the introduction was produced.

"My dearest Lady Olivia, may I introduce Miss Amanda?" Sean took the woman's coat and draped it over his arm.

Olivia came forward and smiled, her face transforming into a pretty facade. "I'm so very pleased to meet you, Amanda and I apologize for the unannounced interruption of your vacation. Unfortunately, it appears that someone has turned off the ringer on your phone and Sean needed, note I said NEEDED, to check on you."

Amanda sat back down on the couch, and closed her eyes as the unmistakable sound of a shower being turned on came from the bedroom.

"Oh..." Lady Olivia sat in a chair and turned her head to the bedroom.

"Oh shit," Sean sat down heavily at a kitchen chair. "I'm sorry Amanda, I didn't know. It's nearing noon and I thought you would be up and around and I had no intention of .." With a look from Olivia, he became quiet.

"I need coffee before I can face any of this," Amanda moaned softly, rubbing her eyes and letting the afghan fall from her shoulders. Her linen suit from the night before crumpled from sleeping in it was an obvious contrast to the correct pearl grey suit that Olivia wore. 

With a snap of her fingers, Olivia pointed to the kitchen and Sean jumped, following her unvoiced request.

Amanda massaged her temples, gathering her wits. She felt like shit and she knew she hadn't been that active last night. For pete's sake, she hadn't even used proper toys!

Olivia settled more into the chair and appraised the situation bluntly. "You have a guest."

"Oh yes, and he will be departing soon." Amanda opened her eyes and then stood, folding the afghan and setting it against the couch. She strode over to the back window and yanked open the blinds flooding the interior with the mid morning sunlight, blinking back the sudden tears that came to her eyes from the brightness. Or was it? She couldn't care less about being found with Gregory, but she was under Sean's orders to be resting and she wasn't entirely following them.

She sat back down heavily on the couch and sighed with relief as Sean brought her a large mug full of steaming coffee. The silence was a tad bit overwhelming as the three sat there listening to Gregory putter around the shower, finally the water turned off and Gregory appeared, towel wrapped around his waist and another being briskly rubbed through his hair.

Olivia breathed in sharply, watching his progress, and then looked at Sean, snapping him to her feet.

"Oh lovely. You made coffee, thanks," Gregory pulled the towel away from his eyes, smile turning into a mask of confusion at the guests seated in the living room. "Oh."

Within seconds, Olivia had stood up, whipped the towels out of Gregory's hands, shoved him to the floor and places a high heeled shoe against his neck.

"What an asshole." Olivia pulled out a pack of cigarettes, holding them up to Amanda who nodded her head in assent. Olivia pulled one from the pack, waited while Sean lit it and then inhaled deeply. Sean stood and went to the kitchen to look for an ashtray, whereas Gregory was panting heavily, whimpering.

"Is this despicable slut yours?" Olivia's voice had a husky quality to it all of a sudden and Amanda looked sharply at her lifting her eyebrows. 

"No. He's not. He's merely a bottom that I dominate." Amanda took a deep sip of her coffee, watching Olivia and Gregory.

Olivia pushed her heel in a bit more, making Gregory whimper. "This is not a bottom. This is a pain slut. You don't know obedience at all nor how to serve a woman, do you slut?"

Gregory whimpered again and wiggled under her foot. Amanda realized that he had been aroused by Olivia's speech and was fighting what he was feeling once again.

"GREGORY, answer her!" Amanda said sharply.

"Yes Ma'am,"Gregory moaned deeply, a very intense lustful sound. 

"Sean, go fetch my toy bag, now," Olivia stood up. "I'm sorry, but this just won't do to just let him leave like this Amanda. He may have showed respect for you when he arrived, but I bet he got what he wanted and no pleasure was received by you." 

Amanda's jaw dropped. She shut it and nodded. 

Sean stood up and quietly let himself out, returning a few moments later with what looked like a small black briefcase. He knelt beside Olivia and offered it to her. Olivia took the bag, grabbed Gregory by the hair and led him into the guest bedroom, shutting the door.

Sean looked back at Amanda and shrugged his shoulder. He slowly got to his feet and sat next to Amanda on the couch.

"So, how are you feeling? You look like shit," he pulled a stethoscope from his pocket and slipped a very warm hand against her wrist, watching his wristwatch.

Amanda laughed and then became still. "Gee thanks a lot, Doc. Such a wonderful bedside manner you have."

"Top off. I want to listen to those lungs." He released her wrist and watched as she removed the linen jacket and sheer blouse from beneath. 

His hands were so warm against her chilled skin. She watched as his eyes narrowed and then as he asked her to breathe deeply, the coldness of the stethoscope against her back, moving from one spot to another.

He snapped the earpieces off and looked at her for a few moments. Amanda turned slightly pink under his professional gaze. "Your pressure is up again. Damn it, you're supposed to be relaxing."

Amanda slipped her shirt back on, trying to formulate her words. "It was unexpected. I didn't ask him to come here. And I honestly thought I could handle it."

"Even if you don't care, about..," Sean stopped. He glanced toward the guest bedroom door. "Even if you don't care about yourself, I care about you." He reached his hand up and stoked her cheek.

Amanda closed her eyes, relishing in the tender touch and then shook her head. "I've been relaxing. Really I have. I thought I was strong enough. It wasn't a real session.." She stood carrying the cup to the kitchen, pausing as a sharp cry came from the guest bedroom. 

"That's not what I'm talking about." Sean came and stood behind her. "When you play, it doesn't matter how small of a session it is, you don't just use your physical energy." Sean's hands came up and gently massaged her shoulders. 

Amanda sighed, feeling her body arch back into his hands, letting her tension go.

"You need someone to take care of you for a change. You've been taking care of others without thinking about your needs. What do you want?" Sean removed his hands from her shoulders and turned her around.

"I want to feel like me again. I want to be able to find a companion that doesn't judge me for what I do or what my lifestyle is. I want to be able to cuddle at night without having," Amanda took a deep breath, "without having to be in chains."

Sean smiled, turned slightly red and pointed to the kitchen. "I meant, what do you want for breakfast."

Amanda turned several shades and sat down at the bar stool. "Oh man..I'm not really hungry."

Sean chuckled and caressed her cheek again. "Despite being embarrassed you still need good food into your system. How about I whip up an omelette for you and see how you feel about it then?"

Amanda nodded and then watched as Sean flipped through the cupboards, pulling from here and there, opening the refrigerator and snickering at the contents before pouring her a large glass of juice and taking out some eggs.

"You really don't have to do this," Amanda sipped the glass of orange juice, licking the pulp from her lips.

"You won't. And you need to have something." Sean quickly forked through the eggs, making a frothy mixture before spreading it into a steaming pan. He chopped up some ham and onions and set aside a bowl of shredded cheese.

Amanda watched him, smiling at the proficient way that he did everything. The exactness of preparing a simple omelette was like an elegant dance for him. His concentration was on breakfast, but Amanda thought back to what he had said. He cared about her. He hadn't scened with her. He had merely been her chauffeur once, her moving help, and then her doctor. And yet he claimed to care about her. What did she feel for him? 

Sean in the meantime was hiding his emotions very well. He was concerned. He didn't mean to show his feelings just yet but she had seemed so vulnerable. He hoped he hadn't screwed up the relationship that they shared by his one admission. He put on his best stony mask and continued to prepare her breakfast, the one thing he could do for her right now. He poured her another coffee and got a plate out. He set utensils next to her and flipped the omelette out of the pan, steaming the plate with it's heat.

"Where ever did you learn to cook?" Amanda forked into the eggs, smiling brightly around the fork as she tasted his creation.

Sean laughed deeply. "I'm not 24/7 to Lady Olivia and I've been a bachelor for some time. I had better know a few things to cook around the kitchen or I'd starve. Besides, my mother brought me up right. She made sure I could cook, sew, do laundry and dishes, and balance a checkbook before letting me even consider dating."

It was Amanda's turn to laugh and she did but then returned quickly to the breakfast, enjoying it immensely. 

As she was finishing the last dregs of her coffee and Sean had put the plate over to the dishboard to dry, the guest bedroom door opened.

Olivia strode out, slightly disheveled and snapped her fingers at Sean. Sean instantly provided her with a glass of water.

"He is nice to play with, isn't he?" Olivia grinned at Amanda and then drank down the water, disappearing once again into the guest bedroom.

Sean looked down at the empty glass and shrugged, setting it next to the sink.

Amanda stood up from the bar stool, stretching slightly and felt a wave of dizziness rush over her. Within seconds, Sean was there supporting her.

"DAMMIT!" Amanda held tightly to Sean's arms, hoisting herself back up. "What the hell is wrong with me?"




Amanda Ch. 03



Sean looked down at her, looked at the door again and deftly hoisted her up into his arms, walking her back to her room. "I honestly don't know. I thought it was mild anemia but your blood work came back fine." He set her gently into a chair and looked at the disheveled bed. "And you slept on the couch," more of a mumble to himself than a question to her. Amanda closed her eyes once again, listening to Sean ripping off the bed linens and remaking the bed. When she opened her eyes, he was setting the pillows once more at the head of the bed and turned to her. He slipped off her shoes and guided her back to bed, tucking her in. He gently drew a stray hair away from her face. "Shh, I'll take care of you." Sean guided the suit jacket off and tugged the skirt down, setting them to one side. " No playing for at least a month, no exertions of any kind." He drew the sheer blouse from her and tucked the blanket around her chilled flesh. "I have an idea that it may be just sheer exhaustion and your body just needs a rest. And your mind needs a rest from worrying about things." Sean bent down and kissed the tip of her nose. 

Amanda closed her eyes and felt her body sag back to sleep. She awoke some time later, hearing voices. Olivia's shrill tone, Sean's low responses, Gregory's animated patter. The conversation was taking place outside the shut door, so the words coming through weren't clear. "... released," was one comment from Olivia. Sean's response was too low to even here one word. "...submit..need..offer.." came through from Gregory. And then Olivia's voice once more, the sentence came through completely, "I'm taking him with me." Amanda closed her eyes again and fell into an uneasy sleep.

The early evening sounds and smells woke her once again, as well as the need to use the restroom. Amanda stood up from the bed and wrapped the robe around her, making her way into her bathroom. After finishing her necessities, she slipped on a swimsuit. Early evening to her meant relaxing time in the hot tub, watching the sun going down. 

Amanda opened the door and made her way out to the living room, noticing that the houseboat was completely empty once more. A sigh of relief crossed her lips. She really didn't have the energy to deal with Gregory right now. She turned on the jets of the hot tub and climbed in.

Sean came in the front door, setting the key aside while juggling two grocery bags. He set the bags down and went first to the bedroom, frowning at the missing Amanda. He straightened the comforter on the bed, fluffing the pillow once again while he thought things out. She couldn't have gone far as her clothes were still here.

As he came back down the hall, Sean spied Amanda through the sliding glass door, eyes closed, relaxing in the hot tub. A smile tugged on his face and he watched for a few moments before turning to put the groceries away.

Sean slipped out the back door, carrying two glasses of iced apple juice and sat down next to the hot tub. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

Amanda's eyes snapped open and then felt her body relax. "Hi there. I thought you left." She smiled as she took the glass, sipping at it before setting it aside.

"No. I made a promise to you. I promised to look after you." Sean turned his face so that his eyes looked into hers. "I don't break my promises too quickly."

"I heard some voices earlier. I could have sworn Lady Olivia..." Amanda reached out her hand, touching his. "You did promise, didn't you?"

"Lady Olivia is no doubt on her way to the nearest tropical island taken thorough advantage of her new submissive's wealth and prestigious lifestyle," Sean said sardonically. "Gregory submitted to her. I never thought..." Sean shrugged. "Obviously a humble doctor pales in comparison to a wealthy acquisition capitalist."

"I'm so sorry, Sean." Amanda tightened her fingers around his hand. "Are you okay?"

Sean blinked. "Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just took me by surprise. I wasn't aware that Olivia was a status seeker as well as a snob."

They watched the sunset together, fingers twined together, knowing it was the end of a day, yet there was a promise of tomorrow.

In the following weeks, Sean made sure that Amanda relaxed and kept a constant vigil of her diet and exercise. They walked together and talked about many things. They attempted a local horse stable, but Sean ended up being the patient this time, with saddle sores. Joking and teasing, Amanda soothed salve against the sores, and took care of him for a change. Then one night, Sean tucked Amanda in and she asked him to stay. Their lovemaking was sweet and pleasurable to both, satisfying and blissful in the coolness of the night. Amanda turned away afterwards, preparing to go sleep on the couch once more when Sean's arms crept around her and held her close to his warm body. "Don't leave me." 

A deep sigh ripped through Amanda and with a soft whimper she turned, cuddling close in his arms, cheek and face pressed against his chest, hands stroking against his skin, whispering words of comfort.

As the month came to a close, the dark circles had disappeared from Amanda's eyes. Her pressure had stabilized and she felt a glowing energy in each step she took. The last evening was spent packing her things, laughing with Sean, making sure everything was back in the same order it had been on her arrival. Sean joined her in the hot tub, gently rubbing her shoulders as they watched the sun go down on the water for the last time. 

"This was needed," Amanda said.

"This was needed," Sean answered her, his hands going underneath her arms to pull her back against his chest.

Amanda turned her head slightly, lifted her hand and caressed his cheek. His eyes dropped down to hers and with a motion had lifted her once more into his arms, setting her outside the hot tub while he climbed out as well. He wrapped her in a huge towel and lifted her once more, carrying her back to her room and laid her face down on the bed. 

With infinite care to detail, Sean massaged, teased, tickled, licked and aroused Amanda's body. Fingers and tongue up and down .. all over her back, hands gently turning her over and he worshiped her clit, sucking it back and forth, his fingers kneading into her skin as her whimpered cries of passion urged him on. No stopping, Sean was only too eager to please, lapping at each secretion, tongue and lips working in unison until her deep shuddering sigh. Cradled once more in his arms, panting softly. 

"DAMN.." her hoarse response to his actions. 

Sean chuckled softly. "You enjoyed?"

"Damn.." Amanda repeated, eyes closed, feeling the wash of emotions slipping through her body.

A sentiment she repeated several times that night as Sean once again showed her how talented and patient his lovemaking was.

The driver woke them with the doorbell. They untwined their bodies slowly and Sean went to go let the driver in and make them all some coffee.

Amanda buttoned her last blouse button and set her suit jacket against her arm as she looked around the room. She carried her small suitcase out to the living room and greeted the driver with a smile.

"I beg your pardon, Ma'am, but you look so much better than the last time I saw you," the driver smiled, doffed his cap and gathered the bags to put in the car.

Sean carried over a mug of coffee, and set it into her hands, smiling at her.

Amanda nudged her way into his arms, sipping the coffee. "I hate for this to end."

"End?" Sean wrapped himself around her. "You have so much life in front of you. You know your diet requirements now. You know the rest you need. You'll be just fine."

"No I mean this." Amanda bent her head and kissed his arm.

"Oh." Sean turned her around so that he could look into her eyes once more. "This is not ending. I do need to get back to my practice, but this is definitely not ending."



Amanda Ch. 04



Another season passed. And then another year. Training under Ms. Kathleen's tutelage brought Amanda's knowledge of domination; of sadism and masochism; of the intricate needs and unspoken wants of the guests that came to call; to a better and broader view.

Amanda no longer craved Ms. Kathleen's approval, yet was filled with pride nonetheless when submissives would call and ask specifically to be trained by her. Ms. Kathleen, in turn, had smiled and continued her guidance in more of an equal stance than a mentor. 

As another spring came to Ms. Kathleen's lovely home and training grounds, Ms. Kathleen decided it was time for a lifestyle get together, and set a block of two weeks aside at the end of May. The first week would be spent getting ready for the event itself. The second week would be the get together; discussions, training, scening, some specific vendors would be allowed, but this was not to be a commercially motivated forum. It was a chance for some of Ms. Kathleen's long time clients to visit her as she tended to be too busy to go out visiting on her own. When Ms. Kathleen vacationed, she tended to go into seclusion and not even tell Amanda where she planned to go. Mitchell would go with her and would keep her confidential plans just that.

Amanda looked down at her computer once more, stretching her arms above her head. Even the daunting task of preparing for this party was affecting her. So many Dominants tended to have such egos, and she wasn't there to pander to them. She smiled, remembering Sean's reaction from the first time she told him of Ms. Kathleen's plans. 

"She's got to be kidding," Sean said as he licked softly at her shoulder. They were cuddled together in bed, preparing for sleep, discussing each other's week. During the week, they still kept separate residences; her staying with Ms. Kathleen at her home and Sean in his apartment near his practice. On the weekend, though, they came together and shared with each other not only their love, but each detail of their lives apart. It was like most people shared each day, but held in check until they were together once again.

"Not only is she not kidding, she's going all out and making it like an old time camp out gathering. The back field is being plowed and then compressed to be prepared for tents and such. She even has one of those huge barrel barbecue pits leased and has Mitchell practicing on it with our dinners." Amanda let her nails scrape through Sean's hair. She so enjoyed the times they were able to share. When she had first gotten back she was a tad bit depressed thinking for sure they weren't going to have the closeness that they shared on the houseboat. Sean was persistent though, making even Ms. Kathleen laugh with true admiration at the courting ways of a true gentleman.

Sean shook his head in disbelief and nibbled softly on her before lifting his head once more. "You're going to be busy then."

Amanda smiled softly. "I am down for two of the training sessions. Wax play and the crop. Want to be my ‘victim'?"

Sean shivered and returned her smile. "Not this time, lovely Mistress. I don't think I'd be able to relax knowing how many people will be watching. I'm not into public scening you know."

"I know darling." Amanda chuckled and let her hand drop against his chest, twining her finger around into small circles into his chest hair.

Lost in the memory of the conversation, Amanda didn't hear Mitchell come up to her door, holding several CDs.

"Ahem," Mitchell smiled at her as she jumped slightly, her cheeks blushing as the memory faded away.

"Hi there!" Amanda grinned. "What's up?" She turned slightly in the chair and faced him. In the past several months, there had been several computer upgrades to the point she now had a 21" monitor and the ability to save as much information that she needed, including a Zip drive with vast amounts of information stored on a multitude of zip disks. 

"I have some scene music that needs to be listened to. Ms. Kathleen has the other half of this collection. Would you be so kind to listen to it while you work?" Mitchell held up a handful of about 15 discs.

"Sure. Something that is relatively simple compared to your culinary efforts. Has Ms. Kathleen ever had a party like this before?" Amanda took the CDs and flipped through them.

"Before we came here there was a small dungeon party that she hosted. It was disastrous. Several people that showed up were not invited and were inebriated. You know how Ms. Kathleen feels about mixing scening and drinking. Not a wise choice. She was livid and at THAT time swore she wouldn't have another. I think.." Mitchell paused and looked down, blushing slightly at his own gossip.

"What?" Amanda encouraged him to continue.

"I think this will be YOUR coming out party, per se." Mitchell dug his toe into the carpet. 

"Oh?" Amanda blinked. True, she still wasn't too known by the Dominants, who, when they called, assumed that she was a submissive. However, the submissives that did show up knew within the day of their arrival who she was and that she would be taking part of their training. Ms. Kathleen made it known very quickly if they didn't.

"I shouldn't have told you," Mitchell said with a sigh. "You don't need that kind of pressure on you."

"However," Amanda replied as she idly flipped through the Cds, "I am very grateful for the heads up."

Mitchell nodded and slipped quietly from the room. 

Amanda shook her head, smiling. She turned back to the guest list and looked with new eyes at those that had RSVP'd. She noticed several names that were common to her that had replied earlier than the others. Dominants that she had talked with quite often over the months.

So many things to do. They were down to the last two weeks. This week there were only two guests and Ms. Kathleen was taking care of them personally. The back field was done and chalk marked out into individual camp grounds. The bunkhouse would be useful for the toilets and showering facilities. The weather had been iffy but was predicted to be spectacular in the coming weeks. The dungeon itself had gone through a thorough detailed cleaning, with the help of visiting guests, and was prepared for the training sessions. And even with all that done, the check list of things to be done seemed endless. Even as she slipped the first of the CDs into the drive to begin her task from Mitchell, she opened up her email once more to collect even more replies to the invitations.

Ms. Kathleen poked her head in the door of Amanda's room several hours later, smiling. "Got a moment, Miss Amanda?" 

Amanda looked up and cocked an eyebrow at the tone. Ms. Kathleen hardly ever called her by that name. "Did you need something, Ma'am?"

"Don't Ma'am me, you little brat girl. Just come tell me why there are sterling silver roses sitting on my desk with your name on the card and not mine." Ms. Kathleen winked and slipped back out.

Sterling silver roses dredged up a powerful memory and she closed the application she was working on to go see if her hunch was right. She rose from her chair and stretched her arms above her head and then touched her toes. There was something about sitting so long that made her want to stretch out like a cat any chance she got. 

As she entered Ms. Kathleen's den, it was apparent from her first impression of the over indulgent bouquet that her hunch was correct. She shook her head slowly and smiled weakly at Ms. Kathleen before crossing to pull the card out.

"Looking forward to seeing you again, or rather, you seeing to me again.-Gregory" Reading the card, Ms. Kathleen shook her head and laughed softly. "He's persistent, isn't he?"

"No. I honestly think he's just a very ‘needy' person. Definitely high-maintenance. He needs to find someone with enough energy to match his." Amanda sat down in front of Ms. Kathleen's desk and fingered the petals of one of the buds. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

Ms. Kathleen looked up from her paperwork and smiled. "Sure hon. What's on your mind?"

Amanda paused for a few moments, choosing her words carefully. "Do you love Mitchell?"

Ms. Kathleen compressed her lips together and set her pen down. She steepled her fingers and gazed across at the younger woman. "That is a very interesting question. Before answering you, may I ask what it was that made you ask it?"

Amanda again paused, looking at the flowers, looking at her hands, looking anywhere as if seeking her words to come from air. Then in a rush, she finally replied, "I think I'm falling in love with Sean."

Ms. Kathleen smiled deeply. "It happens. But you have more than a kink relationship with him, don't you? I think Sean is a wonderful man, Amanda and I hope that he makes you very happy. As for my relationship with Mitchell; yes, I love him very much. He's been my companion for almost twenty years now. Oh we do have differences of opinion now and then. I hate the idea of a conventional marriage and he agreed long ago that he wasn't interested in that sort of union. So we live, love and laugh together without the strictures of society. It is what makes me what I am today; that much stronger because I have Mitchell with me."

Amanda listened and heard the true depth of feeling in Ms. Kathleen's words. She understood that the bonds were there if not with conventional ties.

Ms. Kathleen leaned forward and lifted Amanda's chin, looking into her eyes. "Now, let me ask you a question. Do you feel that your love for Sean will impede your passion when it's comes to work?"

Amanda thought carefully before replying. There had been a couple of male submissives over the past year that had specifically come to Ms. Kathleen's for sexual tutelage in how to please a woman first before their own sexual needs were met. Ms. Kathleen had handled these cases but had allowed Amanda to study her techniques. Amanda knew there may come a time when she would be asked to train a male submissive in this way. She thought about Sean and how he may feel about the situation, and realized that Sean would be supportive as he had always been if this was a way that her career as a Dominant would be taken. "I think that I would be a bit more hesitant about some things, however, what I currently do in my work," Amanda paused and looked directly into Ms. Kathleen's eyes, "in all aspects of my work, shouldn't be affected."

"Good girl," Ms. Kathleen released her chin and changed the topic. "How are the reservations coming?"

Amanda smiled. "Most everyone has responded enthusiastically. I am very interested in meeting your old friends, Judith and Allen."

"Ah ha!" Ms. Kathleen laughed. "I just bet you are. You don't get a chance to meet too many people that are switches here, do you?"

"I just can't imagine how they live their lives, on a day to day basis," Amanda stood up and gathered the vase of roses. "But they must be doing something right, the files say that they've been together for ten years now."

Ms. Kathleen's eyes crinkled as her smile grew. "Yes, they do seem to be doing something right."

"Thank you for the talk, Ms. Kathleen. I'll get back to my day reports now." Amanda walked to the door, shaking her head again at the roses, but with a smile on her face.

The next week came far too quickly and with a rush of preparations, the three of them were finally ready. Mitchell was to be in charge of a small army of caterers, hired through Ms. Kathleen's endless contacts of businesses that were kink friendly. Amanda was to be in charge of the tent sites and the RVs that would come in as well as the chosen few that would be accomodated in the house and the bunkhouse. Monday and Tuesday were scheduled for the training sessions, discussions, and seminars. The vendors would arrive Wednesday and leave Thursday afternoon. Thursday evening would be a semi formal fetish dinner. Then Friday and Saturday would be the demonstration scenes and play sessions. Only those that had responded would be allowed entrance. Ms. Kathleen had stipulated that in the invitations because she really disliked the people that didn't have the courtesy to respond. 

Saturday was spent in going over all the details and resting up. Mitchell had fine tuned his culinary efforts with the huge barrel barbecue pit and had overstocked the pantry. Ms. Kathleen had fretted over every tiny details, but now had that serene look of being totally prepared. Amanda sat across her at the kitchen table sipping a late afternoon glass of iced coffee as Mitchell prepared them a very light dinner. The first guests would arrive the next day, mostly the ones that were planning on coming in Rvs.

Sean was going to be working this week, but he made plans to be at the dinner on Thursday and would be there with her on Saturday. Amanda knew that he wanted to be there all week, but also knew his professional responsibilities wouldn't allow him to have an extended leave of absence as his practice was extremely busy. They had both reluctantly agreed to save the time that he did have off for a small vacation further along in the summer. Amanda smiled because she remembered his passionate statement that he would "leave my damn pager at home."

Ms. Kathleen sipped her juice and sighed deeply. "I honestly think we are all ready. The catering staff will be here tomorrow morning and will receive their instructions about the event. Thank goodness they have their own recreational vehicle for accomodations. I don't think we could fit 6 more people in anywhere, unless they went into a tent on the far side of the field. And I just don't think they would appreciate that."

Mitchell laughed from the kitchen as he turned the salmon steaks in the broiler. "I don't know Mistress. From what I've heard they are pretty resourceful. They are usually called out to the local Renaissance Festivals because they don't mind being called wenches." Mitchell shut the broiler door and brought out tossed salads, placing the chilled greens before them.

Ms. Kathleen lifted an eyebrow and then winked at Amanda before tightly squeezing Mitchell's ass. "Yes my darling wench, you would know about such things." Mitchell gasped sharply and looked back at Ms. Kathleen. 

"Yes, Mistress," he said huskily.

Ms. Kathleen swatted at him and laughed. "Don't burn the salmon dear."

Mitchell smiled and hurried back into the kitchen, adjusting his apron once more. Amanda had discovered over the past two years that Mitchell had always loved to cook and had even tried his hand at being a sous chef before being in the service of Ms. Kathleen. Mitchell made each dish an art form of creativity. Once Amanda had thought this was a humiliating chore, but had come to realize that for Mitchell, this was just his favorite thing in the world. Mitchell was a well rounded individual with a compassionate soul and intelligent mind. He also had a wicked sense of humor and dry wit that had caught Amanda a time or two. They had become very good friends in their time together and thinking back over the conversation with Ms. Kathleen, she really couldn't see one without the other.

The next morning arrived with an unheralded rain shower. Fortunately, rather than turning things to mud, it merely misted the scenery around the back field area. The caterers arrived just after the rain had tapered off and Amanda was amused at the sight of the disheveled four women and two men that trundled sleepily out of the RV in sweats and college t-shirts.

Mitchell paused in the doorway next to Amanda. "They look a bit tumbled now, but just you wait Miss Amanda. I've seen these folks in action. Three of them are majoring in culinary arts and also have drama as a minor. The other three have years of experience, but look younger than they are."

"I'm not concerned at all, Mitchell," Amanda turned and smiled. "I'm sure you'll have them ‘whipped' into shape."

Mitchell groaned at the pun and went out to greet the servers as old friends, talking and laughing before leading them to a section of the field set up with the barrel barbecue and an open tent with tables beneath.

Amanda yawned and stretched and set out on her morning walk around the field. She had made this her morning ritual and it gave her the time to think introspectively about her life and rate herself on how she was doing. This morning, though, she inspected as she walked, crossing off things in her mind. As she made her way back to the house, she noted how festive things looked and in her mind it did look like a RenFest. Some of the same implements, such as the pillory, would be available, but on a slightly more serious note.

She was taken slightly aback as a huge Ford truck with a camper shell attached to it's bed came sailing across the field at a rather fast pace, two huge men laughing wildly in the cab. Her jaw dropped as they finally braked in one of the designated camp sites. But as she watched each man exit the truck, she realized she knew one of them and her mouth closed, her lips smiling brightly.

"Thomas!" She said as she walked closer. "And this must be your master, Mark." She reached out her hand and gave a quick squeeze to Thomas' shoulder. 

"Wow, you do remember me. And don't you look great. How ya doin, Miss Amanda?" The big man smiled heartily and turned to the other man. "Yes this, wonderful human being that he is, albeit a CRAPPY driver, is my Master Mark."

Mark laughed so hard that he actually doubled over and slapped his knees. By the time he recovered, there was still moisture in his eyes from the tears of amusement. "What a pleasure to finally meet the person behind the voice." He kissed her hand and then clasped her shoulder. "Are we the first?"

"I do believe so. Ms. Kathleen is not up yet, however if you would like to join us for breakfast, we should be having it in the house in about thirty minutes or so." Amanda looked back at the camper. "Do you need any help with your hookups?"

Tom raised his hands in a shooing motion. "Naw.. I got that all covered." He walked back to the truck and started pulling out wires and hoses.

Amanda looked at Mark once more and remembered in her training that he was considered a ‘Bear' and Thomas was a ‘cub' and that they were a homosexual couple that had a 24/7 BDSM relationship. Thomas had been back a time or two and had persisted in being called "Tom" when he was away from his master. Separately, they were each an intimidating figure. Together they had to be formidable. 

"No breakfast, we were up at 4am and got an early start of the day. By lunchtime though, we'll be hungry as bears," Mark laughed again, slapping his knees and then followed after Thomas, teasing him about crossing wires.

Amanda shook her head, amused and continued on her walk, noting that the one fence was now open for the convenience of the R Vers. She waved as she passed the catering group and heard Mitchell introducing her. Rather than stopping, she continued on briskly striding up the steps to the back door and slipping through the kitchen, relieved to see a full pot of coffee brewed.

By six o'clock that evening, the rest of the campers had arrived and were enjoying themselves in the backyard. The catering staff had turned into service wenches and two leather clad men, taking their duties seriously and being efficient in every way. With relief Amanda watched as they bustled through the catering tent, refilling ice tea glasses and clearing away the paper implements of a extremely informal picnic dinner.

She had met most of the guests as they had arrived and then Ms. Kathleen had relieved her of that task. She had watched carefully all afternoon, realizing how narrow her view of BDSM was despite her open training. It appeared that each individual couple had their own definitive relationship, and because everyone was so open minded, the whole group meshed well together.




Amanda Ch. 04



Note: This story will make a lot more sense if you read chapters One, Two, and Three.

Pity our poor young heroine, so recently innocent and now so thoroughly debauched. Having experienced such wanton—-not to say kinky or even perverted—-pleasures as women three times her age have never dared to think about in their most secret fantasies, how is a girl on this earth for a mere eighteen years to return to the common pursuits of high school girls: the latest hit song, tomorrow's geometry homework, a date for the big dance, a boyfriend? In fact, the last of these items was exactly what Amanda wanted most, but which had thus far proven to be elusive. 

One problem was that this achingly beautiful teenager was just too much woman for most boys in her age group. She seemed unapproachable. As lovely as any cover model, with long chestnut hair and green eyes, Amanda's beauty was intimidating to the adolescent males at her school. That she was naturally a little shy didn't help, either. This shyness, combined with her naturally erect carriage, made her 'stuck up' in the eyes of her fellow students. Few boys her age could get past her remarkable good looks and her apparent haughtiness. 

The other major obstacle to Amanda's dating was her chest. She was blessed, or cursed depending on how you looked at it (or them), with a pair of tits that were far out of proportion to her height and weight. A fit, rather slender girl, Amanda nevertheless had a huge set of jugs which caused boys to gape openly, girls to snarl with envy, and male teachers to sneak lustful glances and picture her naked while fucking their wives.

Until very recently, Amanda's sexual experiences could be summarized simply and briefly: she had kissed a few boys and she had been fucked exactly once. That was the sum total of her sex life until her third night of volunteer work at a local mental health facility. On that night, though, she was introduced to lesbian sex, interracial sex, oral sex (both giving and receiving) group sex, bondage, had fucked and sucked perhaps the biggest cock in the tri-state region, and licked cum from her breasts. On that fateful night of Amanda's, shall we say coming-to-terms with her sexuality, there was hell to pay when she got home.

She was in trouble because she got home very late and didn't call her parents. Then there was the fact that she was obviously in an altered state of consciousness. It's true that she had smoked some opium-laced weed and had had a couple of beers. But her mental state was not the result of drugs and alcohol. She was high on sex. Amanda had experienced her first orgasm that night. And her second. And many, many more, some in almost continuous waves.

So when she arrived home well after midnight it was clear to her parents that she was, well, fucked up. She had a silly grin on her face, her hair was a wreck, her clothes disheveled, and she had a hard time speaking coherently. Had Rebecca and Nick, the selfsame parents, examined her more closely they would have found her bra and panties missing entirely, and her pussy shaven and dripping with cum. (The external exam would not have revealed the quantity of slippery white stuff in her stomach, of course.) Amanda would say nothing about her evening except that she had 'partied with a couple of interns.' She was sent immediately to bed and grounded until further notice.

Early the next morning, a Saturday, Rebecca called the institution where her daughter volunteered. She was told that neither Dr. Derek Scott, the doctor in charge the previous night, nor the director of nursing, Nurse Constance, were available to speak with her. Both had the weekend off. She made an appointment to see Dr. Scott on Monday. As per his usual Saturday routine Amanda's father had gone to work, so he was not around to help deal with the situation. Rebecca was annoyed that Nick couldn't spare one day to spend with his daughter in this time of crisis.

As she sat over her morning coffee wondering what to do, Rebecca thought for the thousandth time how unlike her daughter this behavior was. She, not Amanda, had been the wild, rebellious teenager. All those late nights at the dance clubs, the cocaine, the drinking, the men...She had become pregnant with Amanda at age nineteen and quickly married Nick, the most responsible of the possible fathers, before her belly began to swell. She didn't want her daughter to repeat her mistakes, and until last night it seemed she wouldn't. Amanda was a good girl. She had plans, ambitions, a college scholarship.

Rebecca sneaked out behind the garage to smoke a cigarette before her daughter woke up.

Nick worked long hours and had very little time and energy for his gorgeous wife. He generally collapsed into bed early and quickly fell asleep. Rebecca couldn't understand this. She was only thirty-eight and appeared to be ten years younger. She was still a knockout. Looking very much like her daughter but with blonde hair and blue eyes, people often mistook them for sisters. Also like her daughter, Rebecca had huge beautiful tits. Though not quite as high and firm as Amanda's, her mom still possessed an incredible set of jugs, with large pink aureoles. She was often subjected to whistles and cat calls when she walked down the street, and when mother and daughter went out together the attention they received was downright embarrassing. So why was it that her husband hardly ever touched her anymore? 

And how was our young heroine feeling on the morning after so many new and troubling experiences? Horny. Amanda felt like the world had opened to her. Like a secret that had been kept from her for years was suddenly revealed. Like she had surreptitiously read an especially renowned yet forbidden book, and it was even better than she had expected. Her pussy got wet thinking of the things she had done the night before, even as she blushed with shame. She could hardly come to terms with her behavior. Her few close girlfriends would never believe her, even if she had the nerve to tell them. Shaved and eaten by a much older woman? No way! Shared a black cock with two college girls? You've got to be kidding me! Licked the cum of a mental patient from her breasts? Eww, gross! Really, how could she possibly tell anyone?

But as she lay on her bed after her morning shower, a warm breeze blowing through her open window, Amanda's hand strayed to her pussy. Goddamn last night was amazing! As she ran her fingertips lightly through the juicy lips of her cunt, she did not close her eyes and she did not look at her poster of Justin Timberlake. She loosened her towel and looked at her own big, sexy tits and imagined them covered with cum as they had been the night before. She hefted one breast with her free hand and pinched the puffy pink nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "Oh," she said aloud as the pleasure caused her pussy to grow instantly much wetter. She lifted the nipple to her mouth and licked it, imagining she was licking up cum. It felt good. She sucked the whole nipple into her mouth and nibbled gently, while her other hand was busy caressing her vulva.

"Uhhnnn," Amanda growled deep in her throat. Her legs were spread wide apart and her middle finger had strayed up into her vagina while her thumb tickled her clit. Her ass rocked on the bed and her toes curled and uncurled. Her mouth grew parched and her breathing rapid. Amanda was just on the verge of a shattering climax when there was a knock at the door.

"Amanda, honey?" her mother called. "Can I come in?"

Not again! the sexy teen wondered. "Just a second," she answered, and frantically stood to wrap herself in the towel. Hands trembling, she finished tucking the ends of the towel between her breasts just as her mother opened the door.

"Oh, honey, you're not dressed...sorry I—I just barged in." Seeing her daughter in this state of undress somehow unnerved the sexy mom. She had seen Amanda in bikinis, of course, and underwear, and other forms of semi-nakedness (though not completely nude since Amanda's breasts had developed), but on this morning she seemed different somehow. Her hair was wet and drops of water still clung to her shoulders and dripped down her smooth legs. The bottom of the towel just barely covered her hips. She was gorgeous as always, yes, but what had changed?

"It's OK Mom, come on in," said Amanda without enthusiasm. She noticed that her fingers were shiny with cunt sauce and reached behind her back to wipe them clean. And that's when it happened. The ends of the towel pulled apart just a few inches at the bottom, but it was enough. Rebecca could see her daughter's shaved snatch! The savvy milf opened her mouth but quickly shut it. She suddenly figured out what was different about Amanda, besides just the smooth quim. It was her voice, the look in her eyes, the way she held her head. Amanda had been transformed sexually. She was not the same person she had been when she left for school Friday morning.

Rebecca quickly regained her composure. "I'm going to the mall in a little while and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me," she said. Although filled with curiosity about her daughter's experience—-something happened last night that had changed Amanda profoundly—-the clever mom realized that it was better to say nothing at present. She and her daughter had always been on the closest of terms, almost like sisters in some ways. Rebecca wished to maintain that relationship and she felt that a confrontation now would only drive the teenager away just when she might need a confidant. 

Amanda agreed to go with her mother to the mall. It would be better than sitting at home thinking about sex all day.

When her daughter got into the car an hour later, Rebecca was shocked. Ever since her breasts had developed Amanda dressed conservatively and took pains to hide her huge jugs, but now she was wearing a tight scoop-neck white top that left her midriff bare. It was a shirt that would have looked great on a girl with average tits. On Amanda, it was scandalous. It was clear that she was wearing no bra, though her amazing tits didn't sag at all, and the low neckline showed an eye-popping amount of cleavage. The lower part of her body was clad in a short pleated skirt that she had had since she was thirteen. Amanda had grown several inches since then, making the skirt very short indeed. The hem just covered the tops of her thighs while the wide waistband hung low on her hips. Rebecca almost protested, but again she bit her tongue. This isn't the time to get all righteous, she thought. 

Rebecca had hoped that the time in the car together would be an opportunity to have a good mother-daughter chat, but it wasn't to be. Ear buds firmly in place, Amanda bobbed her head in time to music on her iPod and heard nothing her mom said. As Rebecca drove, her lovely teenage daughter painted the nails on her pretty pink toes. To do this, she raised one foot at a time to the edge of the car seat, exposing even more of her smooth thighs. 

Amanda's shiny chestnut hair hung down over her face as she applied the nail polish, and Rebecca was able to study her daughter freely. She marveled anew at her perfection. The teen's long, shapely legs were free from the slightest blemish. Not a pimple, not a mole, nor even a razor bump in sight. There was muscle tone in those legs, yet Rebecca knew that if she touched them, the skin would be smooth and silky. The feet were small and delicate, with no sign of a callous anywhere; the toes like bits of chewy candy.

At the mall they split up, Rebecca to look for the right shoes for an upcoming party, and Amanda to browse for CDs and clothes. As she walked the main concourse, the ravishing teen got more than her share of looks: some appreciative, some envious, and some outraged. She had only been in the music store a few minutes when a group of senior boys from Amanda's school came in. They were the kind of boys that in the past wouldn't have merited a second glance. A mixed group of Hispanics and African Americans, with the requisite baggy jeans and gold chains, they were definitely from the wrong side of the tracks.

One of the boys greeted Amanda with a friendly, 'What up?" and was rewarded with a big smile in return. She could hear the boys talking among themselves, but could only make out a few scattered words and phrases. "Our class? No way....lookin' fine.... man, check out those tits....fuckin' hot..." She sensed them gathering around her as she scanned idly through the racks of CDs.

Finally one of Puerto Ricans approached. "Hey, how you doin'?"

"OK," Amanda replied, smiling up at him.

"Um, what your name, yo?"

Oh, god. I really am stuck up! We've been in the same school together almost four years and he doesn't even know my name. "Amanda. What's your name?" She knew who he was but thought it better to pretend she didn't.

"Friends call me T. Me and my homies was wonderin'—-you go to Central, right?"

"Yeah." Shit! They don't even know if we go to the same school!

"I knew it! Little Man here said you didn't." T jerked his thumb in the direction of a large, broad-shouldered black youth with long braids and very dark skin. Amanda recognized him as the star linebacker/tight end from the football team who was set to attend a major university on an athletic scholarship. 

Little Man spoke up. His voice was very deep and surprisingly gentle. "I remember you now. I'm Alonzo." He held out his hand, which Amanda shook rather formally. "You look different than usual, more relaxed or something." That was diplomatic! Her style had changed from complete prude to naughty nymphet, and he described this as 'more relaxed.' Amanda didn't really know what to say, so she looked at the floor and blushed. While she was trying to think of a response Alonzo helped by politely introducing the other three guys, two of whom were black and one Puerto Rican.

After a few minutes small talk, T suggested they move the conversation to the parking lot where his van was parked. "Got us some 40s out in the car, man."

"Forty? Forty what?" asked Amanda innocently.

The others fell out laughing. Did she really not know? "That's forty ounce, girl. Forty ounce bottle of beer, y'know? Like, we got Schlitz and Old English 800," Alonzo explained. "You do drink beer, don't you?"

A few minutes later, Amanda and the five guys were gathered around T's van in a far corner of the mall parking lot, with music throbbing, beer pouring and conversation flowing easily. Somebody lit a joint, which Amanda gladly shared when it came her way. She was feeling relaxed, comfortable, and sure of herself. This was a new sensation. Until the previous night, the lovely teen had been shy, insecure, and ashamed of her body, especially her breasts. Now she relished the lustful stares of the boys. She was proud of her sexy bod.

As the teens got to know one another (and became more intoxicated) they gradually let down their barriers—barriers of social class, race, and the sort of walls that people throw up around themselves as protection against....what? Revealing too much of themselves? Against being hurt? Against exposure to different cultures? Whatever these barriers were, they quickly eroded, allowing the teens to be themselves, and to accept as equals the other members of their little party. Combined with the beer and pot, it was a heady mixture. Young Amanda had never felt so alive, so free, so able to be herself.

Of course, the hormones of the boys were not unaffected. Released from the boundaries of social convention, whatever these boundaries might be among twenty-first century teenagers, the boys were drawn as if by a magnet to Amanda's graceful, curvaceous form. Hands rested on her shoulders. Whispering lips brushed against her ear. An arm slipped around her waist. And Amanda did not draw back. The touch of human hands on her body felt natural, expected. 

From that point it was but a short leap for a hand resting on Amanda's hip to slide up her skirt. But this was a boundary our young heroine was not ready to cross. Her innocence might have been lost, but even with a buzz on Amanda knew she shouldn't allow herself to be felt up in a parking lot. "No!" she snapped, slapping the hand away.

"Aw, c'mon, baby" laughed T, for it was he whose hand had grown too familiar. Immediately a different hand groped her round ass cheek from the other side. "Stop!" Amanda cried, but this time as she swatted at the offending hand someone caught her wrist. Angry now, the fit young lass drew back her right hand as if to take a powerful forehand swing, which only allowed T to capture that wrist as well. Soon both arms were pinioned tightly behind her back. As much as she squirmed and struggled it was apparent that her captors were just too strong.

"Alright boys," someone said. "Let's see what she got." A couple of the guys moved in and grabbed the front of her shirt.

"No! Please don't," Amanda pleaded. "Let me go or I'll scream!" A hand was starting to raise the hem of her top. 

"Wait," said Alonzo stepping forward. "Amanda, baby, we like you and we don't want to get rough. But my boys here, well, you just got 'em too wound up, lookin' so good and bein' so friendly and all. So what d'ya say we make us a deal?"

"What kind of a deal?" Amanda was still angry, but the big younster sounded so sincere—and looked so handsome—that her defenses let down a little.

"You show me what you got, and I'll show you what I got."

"What are you talking about?" she said, still trying to free her wrists.

"You know, like, I'll take off my shirt and you take off your shirt."

"Ha!" she scoffed. "I'm not going for any deal like that."

"Well, I'm takin' mine off anyway." And he did, pulling his big t-shirt up over his head. Amanda almost gasped out loud. His chest was so broad, the black skin so smooth, and his arms so thick and powerful that she began to understand why he thought she might agree to his deal. His abs actually rippled like the proverbial washboard. She managed to look away, but too late.

"Oh, yeah!" said T triumphantly. "She likes you, man!"

Alonzo moved closer until his face was inches from hers. Small beads of sweat stood out on her forehead and upper lip. He caressed the side of her face and then her neck gently with his fingertips. His other hand stroked her hair. "So pretty," he cooed. "So sexy." He bent to kiss her mouth but Amanda turned her head to the side. He was not deterred. The confident young man lowered his mouth to her ear, which he nuzzled with his lips and breathed into with his hot breath. This caused Amanda to gasp softly. Nobody heard it except Alonzo, but it was a signal to him that she was ready to be taken further. 

Using the tip of one finger he traced around one of the gorgeous teen's jutting nipples. "No!" she cried weakly, "don't!" but it was hopeless: she was quickly succumbing to her lust. He pinched the other nipple gently between thumb and forefinger. "Stop!" she said in a voice squeaky with panic and suppressed desire. The muscular youngster lowered his face to her breasts and kissed each nipple in turn through the slinky fabric. "No," Amanda repeated, "No," as her tormentor sucked her hot flesh into his mouth, soaking her blouse. "Please don't!"

But it was much, much too late.

Amanda's eyes were closed and her mouth open. The big Negro lifted his mouth from her nips and twisted them, quite hard, with his fingers. Like water taps, when turned they opened the floodgate between her legs. Her panties were drenched, she could tell. This bold young black boy had teased her in the most unmerciful way, as if he knew exactly what made her hot, and she was helpless to resist. Of course, with her hands held behind her back she had been helpless all along, but now she had lost the will to fight back. 




Amanda Ch. 04



Alonzo knew she was ready for more. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly raised it. When just the lower curve of her breasts came into view he licked each one in turn. A shudder went through Amanda's body. The edge of the garment rose higher to reveal in all their glory the teen's remarkable breasts. At this the other boys, who had been silent with anticipation, broke out in cries of amazement.

"Fuck, man!"

"Oh yeah! Those real?"

Alonzo hefted them in his big hands. "They's real, all right." He squeezed them and molded them and mashed them together. Her breasts looked incredibly white in his coal-black hands. "Goddam," he muttered, before lowering his mouth to her nipples again. He slobbered over each nipple individually then pushed the gorgeous brunette's tits together and tried to cram both nips in his mouth at once. Amanda moaned out loud, her desire now clear to all.

At this point, the two guys holding her wrists could no longer restrain themselves, and began to fondle and caress her glorious ass.

"No—stop," the helpless teen whimpered. None of them was buying it, not even Amanda herself. Alonzo left off sucking her tits and raised up to kiss her mouth. The girl's tongue sought his greedily. After a long, deep passionate kiss, Alonzo stood at his full height and took a step back.

"Now I'm gonna show you what else I got," he said. "Stop feelin' her ass for a minute, man," he added, speaking to the two cohorts holding the arms of the slender teenager. The big youth was wearing a pair of baggy jeans which hung low on his hips, revealing several inches of plaid boxer shorts. He unfastened his belt, then his jeans, and rather theatrically let them fall to the ground at his feet. The rest of the boys closed in tighter to discourage any prying eyes. Amanda was spellbound. Alonzo's legs were just as beautiful as his chest and shoulders.

"Got somethin' just for you baby," he said, and hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts, he slowly pulled them down. Amanda said nothing, but her eyes grew wide and misty with lust. The strapping black teenager before her had the most perfect cock she could imagine. Now, this was a girl who had some experience, albeit recent, with big cocks. Dr. Scott, a former NBA player, had a huge cock and Kane, a mental patient, had an enormous cock, so gigantic only about half its prodigious length had fit in Amanda's tight teenage pussy.

But there was something about this boy's cock that set it apart. Perhaps it was the fact that it was black as ebony, blacker even than the rest of his unblemished skin. Of course, there was the length and thickness of the thing—it hung more than halfway down his muscular thigh, and even semi-hard was as thick as the girl's wrist. Or maybe it was the dark purple head, as smooth as a ripe plum. Then again, there were the veins which bulged the length of the shaft, and the fact that his pubic hair had been shaved, leaving his crotch completely smooth.

All these things, though, could not account for the attraction that Amanda was feeling at that moment. Could it be that she actually liked being dominated, restrained, kissed and fondled while she was helpless to do anything about it? If that was true, she was in no way ready to admit that to herself. She kept telling herself that she was furious, that she was going to scream, to call for help. But she remained silent, riveted to the spot, unable to move.

And she couldn't take her eyes off the partially-tumescent black dick in front of her.

Alonzo grinned his widest grin. His teeth were perfect. "I see you like what I got for you," he said. "You want a closer look? You wanna kiss it, maybe?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Amanda weakly.

The big football player chuckled softly. "Oh yeah, you do. Boys, give her a better look."

With that, the two guys holding her wrists pushed down on her shoulders while maintaining the grip on her arms. This caused the slender teen to bend over at nearly a ninety degree angle, her upper body almost horizontal. "Ow! Let go! You're hurting me!" she cried. Amanda had to keep her legs as straight as possible to ease the strain on her arms. It was a very awkward position, but as the guys behind her quickly noticed it caused the back of her very short skirt to flip up, revealing her round gorgeous ass.

At that very moment a slice of late afternoon sunlight managed to find its way between the boys surrounding her to fall upon and illuminate every detail of Amanda's beautiful round butt. She was still wearing her white cotton bikini panties (she didn't own any really sexy g-strings like most of the girls she knew), but groping hands a few minutes earlier had forced most of the fabric up into her crack. Her rather conservative knickers now covered little more than a thong would have. Her derriere was as perfect as the rest of her body—round and firm, smooth and without a blemish. More than one mouth fell open as the sunlight bathed its glorious shape.

But Amanda wasn't thinking much about her ass at that moment. Finding herself bent at the waist she was confronted with Alonzo's huge prick only inches from her face. And in spite of her anger, her discomfort, and the total indignity of her position, the lovely teenager couldn't help looking at the impressive specimen just in front of her. It had grown even thicker and longer, and had begun to jut out from his body. "Kiss it," he said.

Amanda looked up at him, her green eyes wide, imploring. "Don't make me do this," she pleaded, and the boys could see that her eyes were wet with tears. He only smiled and grabbed his cock, holding it up to her face. She closed her eyes and shook her head, no. And now Alonzo was a little angry. Here he was in front of all his friends, laying it on the line, and this chick was telling him no? Fuck that! He swung his big cock like a club, smacking the side of her face—everyone there could hear the impact—first one side then the other. "No," she whimpered, her voice choked with shame.

"Kiss it, I said!" and she tried, she tried to kiss his massive dick as it swung against her cheek, but now he was pissed off, and he continued to slap her face with his fat cock. "Open your mouth," he demanded, and she did: anything to stop this humiliation. When her mouth opened Alonzo stuck the tip of his meatstick between her lips and pushed, forcing her mouth to open wide. Looking up Amanda could see Alonzo's face, still angry. His dick was getting harder by the second, and thicker. Amanda's jaw was open as far as it would go. Her cheeks bulged. She felt like an apple had been shoved whole into her mouth.

"Yeah, that's it," growled the big linebacker. He slowly withdrew his cock and looked down at her. The gorgeous teenager looked up at him again with those wide green eyes and Alonzo slid the head of his dick back into her open mouth. He began to get a rhythm going with his hips, easing just the head of his huge dick into her mouth and out again. She was getting into it, he could tell, and it made him almost insane with lust. He pulled his cock out and held it just in front of her face. Amanda kept her mouth open expectantly but the big youngster just waited. She reached out with her tongue and was just able to lick the business end of the massive black cock, actually inserting the very tip of her tongue into the hole there.

Alonzo shivered. His cock was now hard as a bar of iron and incredibly thick. It throbbed as blood surged through the bulging veins. "You want it, baby?" A slight nod from the girl. "What's that? I couldn't hear you."

"Yes," said Amanda, her voice barely a whisper.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I want it."

"Want what?"

Amanda thought she would die from shame, but she had to have that fat piece of meat back in her mouth. Blushing furiously, the beautiful brunette spoke softly but clearly. "I want your cock." As Alonzo and the other boys watched, a single tear rolled down her cheek.

"Where?"

"In my mouth, God damn you! I want your cock in my mouth."

That was all the big lad needed to hear. He slowly eased the fat purple head back into the girl's lovely waiting mouth. She sucked his dickhead as he worked it in and out, going a little deeper with each thrust. Most of the women who'd sucked his cock (and there were many) could manage only the head, and that with difficulty, but this gorgeous eighteen-year-old took it and seemed ready for more. Alonzo pushed, and the head of his huge prick slipped into her throat. "Oh fuck," he said. He thrust a little more and half his giant cock disappeared into the girl's mouth.

A long shiny string of saliva oozed from her lower lip and fell to the dirty asphalt. Alonzo had never been as aroused in his life as he was at that moment. This gorgeous white girl, who had appeared so untouchable before today, was taking more than half his enormous beefstick down her throat. Amanda's awkward position was actually working to her advantage: with her body bent over and her head back, Amanda's throat was held straight like a sword-swallower. The guys watching at either side could see the girl's neck bulge as the fat black cock forced its way into her gullet.

Amanda had long since given herself over to...to whatever this feeling was, that she couldn't even name. As humiliated as she felt, the desire was even stronger. She had no idea that there were other people like her who experienced pleasure from being dominated and exposed; she only knew that she was feeling sexier than she'd ever felt before, and that she needed that cock in her throat. Her breasts, still exposed by her rolled-up shirt, were pointing at the ground and aching to be touched. And she needed something in her pussy soon.

As if reading her mind, T yanked her panties to one side and began to caress her slippery pink folds with his fingers. Amanda shuddered and came. Like an overture to an opera, this was an orgasm that served as a prelude, not a finale. It only seemed to increase her desire. The rest of the boys were now groping every part of her body, especially her huge jugs. One of them had pulled out his cock and was wanking furiously. Amanda could see him from the corner of her eye, and it only inflamed her more.

Meanwhile, Alonzo was trying to cram more of his donkey dick into the slender brunette's face. Her very submissiveness made him want to abuse her. Tears were pouring from her eyes and saliva ran in long strands from her chin, but it wasn't enough. In one hand he grabbed a handful of her hair and with the other her lower jaw, and began to force-fuck her throat. "That's right, bitch, suck it," he said. At that moment, T kicked Amanda's legs apart and, while still holding both her wrists in one powerful hand, rammed his cock into her smooth juicy quim in one thrust. 

T's cock was not especially long, but it was fat, and Amanda came instantly. She soon began to feel another orgasm building. Being filled with cock at both ends, while being utterly shamed and humiliated seemed to satisfy some need deep inside her. She came again and again, each one more intense that the last. Her knees grew weak, and she certainly would have collapsed if not for T holding her up by the wrists.

Both Alonzo and T, and the three others too, felt the familiar surge in their balls and knew that their release was at hand. T fucked the girl's pretty pussy savagely as his climax approached, and Amanda could feel his cock grow thicker and harder. Her orgasm was building again, and she could tell it would be a big one. 

Alonzo was shoving almost his entire cock down Amanda's throat, watching it disappear with each thrust into her lovely, mascara-streaked face. At the last moment, though, he pulled it out and jerked himself off with one hand while holding a fistful of her hair in the other. "Yaaa!" he screamed as the first huge jet of cum hit Amanda's waiting mouth. More followed, some landing in her mouth and others on her cheeks, her chin, and in her hair. Amanda spent herself at last, moaning in ecstasy even as Alonzo's cum dripped from her chin.

At the same moment T exploded, shooting his load deep inside her tight tender snatch, still holding fast to her slender arms. After a few moments he stopped thrusting and simply held himself buried to the hilt as his cock emptied deep inside her. Alonzo staggered backwards, exhausted, to sit in the open doorway of the van. As he fell back three of the others, who had been jerking themselves frantically, stepped up close to the sweet teen's sweaty, tear-stained face. They all unloaded more or less simultaneously.

Amanda caught as much as she could in her mouth, but soon her gorgeous, cover model face was coated with a thick layer of shiny, viscous seminal fluid. Each of the three held his dick up to her mouth to be sucked clean. And she did. She sucked each of their cocks in turn and liked it, liked the feeling of her mouth being filled with man meat—even if they were not as wonderful as Alonzo's mighty weapon. When all three cocks were sucked dry, and T's fat prick had begun to grow soft inside her, they simply let go of her, and lovely Amanda fell to her knees on the filthy pavement.

And that's when they heard the short burst of police siren, and the bull horn voice shouting, "Hands in the air! Nobody move!"

To be continued...



Amanda Ch. 04



As she bent her head to take another forkful of Mitchell's wonderful pasta salad, a man came up to the table she was at and stood waiting for her attention. Amanda chewed and thoughtfully looked at the man, unwilling to speak with her mouth full of food. As she finally swallowed it down, she smiled and asked him if she could help him with something.

"I'm having a problem with need and desire," He stated simply. He was well tanned and was a little bit over dressed to be at a picnic. The knit polo shirt and the dockers would have looked better at an executive pool party. 

Amanda arched an eyebrow at his statement. "The discussions and seminars don't start until tomorrow. I don't think I can help you much until..."

The man shook his head and motioned behind him. Two girls in very chic sun dresses came forward and knelt next to him. From the look of it, they had received the full force of the sun that afternoon and their poor shoulders, chest and faces carried the bright tint of red that was almost purple in it's intensity.

"This is my need," the man said, indicating one of the women, and then pointed to the other. "And that is my desire. SOMEONE forgot to pack sun protection." Both women whimpered and ducked their heads as their faces seemed to flame even more brightly. 

Amanda smiled in understanding. "THAT I can help you with. I also have some aloe vera to help with what has already been done. It's still going to be a bit sore though."

The man smiled deeply. "Oh I hope so. Perhaps the pain will remind them to be a bit better in their packing next time." He snapped his fingers and the two women leapt to their feet, holding hands and walking back to their table. The man paused though and held out his hand. "I'm Peter, by the way. So you are the Miss Amanda I'm hearing so much about."

Amanda wrinkled her brow, but then shook his hand firmly. "I didn't realize I was a good topic of conversation. Pleased to meet you Peter. I think I had down on my reservations that anya would be with you."

Peter shrugged indifferently. "Anya's contract expired. She didn't wish to continue with me. I think she's more interested in a Dominant than a Sadistic son of a bitch." He smiled, winked and walked back to the two women.

The next morning passed with the rest of the guests arriving. The house and bunkhouse were soon filled with laughing happy people. When lunch brought everyone together under the catering tent, Ms. Kathleen stood up and spoke about what she wanted the time with her friends to be. She made sure that everyone had a schedule for the next week and had Amanda pass out a few extras that she somehow knew that she would need. As Amanda walked by Gregory and Lady Olivia, Gregory reached out and kissed her hand suddenly. Olivia was not amused and slapped his face. Surprisingly, Gregory didn't fight back but humbled himself and sat with his head bowed.

There was a lovely vivacious lady with flame red hair who sat at a table with Lady Elaine and Henry. Henry still seemed to be mousy in his demeanor but Elaine seemed to be more at ease with him, so hopefully he had finally changed his safeword. Amanda's lips quirked with the memory and her path was cut off as another man joined the table. He looked back and smiled an apology and held his hand out for one of the schedules. 

"I'll take one of those," He drawled as his arm draped around the red haired lady. 

Amanda smiled and handed it to him, but then nodded to Ms. Kathleen as she continued the general expectations of the get together.

Amanda returned to her seat at the head table, next to the podium where Ms. Kathleen was speaking. Rather unexpectedly, Ms. Kathleen introduced Mitchell. 

"Mitchell is my darling house slave who's been with me for nearly twenty years now. You may know him from our past excursions out into the scene. He's also first slave in our little training facility and deals with those duties very seriously." Ms. Kathleen turned and smiled at Mitchell, who had pinkened slightly under the scrutiny. "And he is also the wonderful chef for this occasion; delicious in temperment and in his creations." Ms. Kathleen leaned over grabbing Mitchell by the back of the neck and kissed him deeply, and very proprietary. Her eyes scanned the audience as she released him, and smiled and winked to her friends.

Ms. Kathleen turned the opposite way and laid a hand on Amanda's shoulder. She smiled and spoke again. "For some of you that have wondered if I had acquired a new slave these last two years, allow me to introduce my trainee Dominant, Miss Amanda. Amanda came to Mitchell and I as the clerical help that all of you know that I desperately needed." This elicited a round of laughter from the guests. "However, I noted her interest in the lifestyle and took it upon myself to train her in much the same way as I have trained the submissives that you have sent to me. A bit longer than most stays." She paused once again for the polite chuckling. "She has astounded me constantly with her creative devious ways. Her attention to detail is excruciating. Time and again, I've had more and more of a return demand for her services. She is a welcome addition to my training facility and I am more than ready to release her training collar at the end of this week if I have the complete agreement of all of you."



Amanda bit the inside of her cheek, but stood and nodded to the polite smattering of applause. She hadn't quite realized what Mitchell had met by her ‘coming-out', but now with Ms. Kathleen's announcement, she knew what he had meant by ‘added stress'. She would be under scrutiny this entire week by all involved.

Monday afternoon's discussion on anatomy was a bit clinical for Amanda's taste, but the evening's seminar and demonstration of the care and use of whips held her attention rapt. She was given permission to single tail Thomas, who was tied naked against a post. She enjoyed it, although she felt odd as Mark kept giving ‘advice' about where to aim for next. It was a very light and pliable single tail, well worn with use but lovingly cared for. Thomas cried out with each bite of the whip as the welts raised on his buttocks. Amanda carefully aimed each hit but was disappointed in the whip's performance. Thomas held onto her as she untied him at the end of the scene, thanking her before turning to his Master for his cool down care.

It had been a long day, and Amanda was thankful when Ms. Kathleen called it a night. She decided to take one last stroll around the campground to make sure everyone was comfortable. It was a courtesy she had learned a long time ago from her parents, and she realized this is the first time she thought of her parents in a couple of years. She smiled as she walked, the dusk settling on the backyard and the lanterns and camp lights glowing softly. She had often taken camping trips as a child, and remembered the musky smell of the tent after long winter months in storage. She waved to Mark and Thomas who had set up a small campfire in a ring of stones and were laughing back and forth. She wondered about their arrangement but realized that there were all kinds of people in the world and if these two could find love, comfort, and sanity between the two of them, more power to them. She almost stumbled as she really thought about all that Ms. Kathleen had taught her and that it went back to what her father used to say. "Different strokes for different folks." There may be different cultures in the world, but that made you be as open minded and understanding as needed.

She continued walking and grimaced slightly when she saw that Gregory had been chained outside for the night. Literally. It appeared that Lady Olivia had a slight dog fetish for Gregory was barely concealed in leather briefs and suspenders, mittens and boots with fake fur on them and a large dog collar around his neck. The chain was attached to the outside of the camper and had enough lead for Gregory to lie down beside a bowl and a small bed. At least she had given him a blanket to use. He looked up as she passed, but she did her best to ignore him. She did not need to antagonize Lady Olivia.

As she continued around the circle of campers, she came upon ‘Need' and ‘Desire' being used sexually in the open night air by their Master, Peter. Both of the girls almost glowed in the dark from their severe sunburns, but Peter seemed to be taken his pleasure without hindrance. With a growl of passion, he moved from one bent over girl to the next, thrusting himself into her tightly. He looked up as he slapped the girl's ass hard and caught her eye. Slightly embarrassed, she nodded politely and continued her walk. 

She checked at the bunkhouse and found most of the campers wound up from the days events, laughing and talking amongst themselves. A few were sacked out but most were riding on a wave of adrenaline. She politely declined to join in the discussion though and made her way back to the house. Her demonstrations were tomorrow and she wanted to make sure that she was well rested.

She finally made her way to her room. As she did most nights, she checked the email and found an interoffice memo from Ms. Kathleen asking for scene reports and her feelings on how today had gone and what suggestions she could make to make it better. She thought back over the day and wrote down a paragraph or two. She paused though, and thought seriously about suggestions. She wasn't a prude when it came to sex, but without having high walls, she still felt the need to have some discretion. She shrugged and figured she would mention it lightly. It could be all the time she had spent in the downstairs dungeon. Maybe openly is how Peter played.

She stripped off her clothes and sighed deeply. Her own adrenaline was high, but her weary body took over and she was soon fast asleep. 



The next morning came too quickly for Amanda and she was surprised that the guests were so lively and awake first thing. She shrugged into a robe and ventured out to the kitchen, blessing Mitchell, who had taken the time to hit the ‘brew' button on the coffee pot before heading out to supervise the camp's breakfast.

She sat down with her first cup of the day and sipped on the steaming liquid. Ms. Kathleen came in and sat beside her. 

"Good morning, dear. Thank you for the reports. So, who was having sex?" Ms. Kathleen chuckled. 

Amanda felt the heat on her neck but managed to swallow the sip of coffee instead of spitting it out. "Peter. Does he always, umm..in the open like that?"

"Ah," Ms. Kathleen nodded. "Peter is a bit different from most Dominants you'll meet. He's always been that way and doesn't give a shit about conventions of society. And generally he gets away with it." Ms. Kathleen popped a strawberry into her mouth, before winking at Amanda and walking back to her bedroom.

Amanda quickly changed into her sweats and made up her mind to do a brisk jog around the front of the house instead of the back this morning and was able to listen to the birdsong above the clanking of campers, shouts of laughter and breakfast being served up. She got back in the house and was able to have a quick shower before throwing on some clothes.

Her decision to have the crop demonstration first thing in the day was justified when she realized she had not lit the candles the night before. They were glass enclosed candles and slow burning, just created lots of lovely warm wax. As she toured the basement now, verifying that her props were in order, she managed to get the candles lit and they would be ready for her afternoon session.

She had just finished preparing the horse when some of the campers started coming in. One broke away from the crowd and came up to Amanda, smiling and holding out a hand. 

"I'm Judith. I've volunteered to be your demo for your waxing session," Her voice was soft and her smile very engaging and Amanda responded with warmth.

"Lovely to meet you Judith. I would like to talk with you about ten minutes before we start, and that will mean cutting your lunch short. Will that be a problem?" Amanda nodded to Gregory, who had come up behind Judith, and then focused her eyes back on Judith's brilliant green eyes.

"Not at all. I look forward to it," Judith turned and smiled to Gregory before going to inspect other parts of the dungeon.

Gregory stepped forward and ducked his face down before whispering huskily, "I've missed you Miss Amanda."

She laughed lightly and shook her head, watching as his face looked up with confusion. "You haven't missed me, Gregory. You've missed playing and being a top from the bottom. You want something and you can't get it now unless you beg."

A small smile of understanding as well as a blush of recognition to her statement crossed his face. "Even with all that, you've let Lady Olivia know that I can be your demo for the crop. Why?"

"I need a demo, Gregory." Amanda smiled deeply and indicated the horse. "Now strip and get your ass in the air."

Lady Olivia came up behind him, resplendent in a rust color leather outfit. "You will make sure he gives you his safeword?"

"Without hesitation, Lady Olivia," Amanda turned and focused on the different lengths of crops including a lovely ivory handled stick before checking on Gregory to make sure that he was ready. She spent five minutes with him, speaking in low tones, asking him about his safewords and how far he had gone with a cropping before. As she spoke with Gregory, she prepared herself as well, mentally blocking out the melee that was growing behind her, focusing on what she planned to discuss and how she planned to show things, listening to her background music, intentionally left on low so that it wouldn't be intrusive. 

Gregory had stripped completely now and had bent himself over the horse. Amanda pulled the horse and Gregory over to a spot in front of the audience and smiled, waiting to get their attention.

She slipped easily into her prepared speech, discussing the crop's history as well as how the stinging bite of the horse crop had become a favorite play toy with masochists' on a budget. Even as she talked to the audience her fingernails played softly across Gregory's skin, noticing each wiggle without comment. She let her nails glide through Gregory's hair, scratching deeply into his scalp as she bent down to bind him to the horse. 

With an intense whistling, she pick up the first crop and let it fly through the air. Back and forth she swished it as she discussed flexibility and stability. She saw out of the corner of her eye the nodding of heads and she focused back on her task. 

Amanda started tapping up and down Gregory's thighs with the crop. She drew back and aimed, watching the clenching of his butt cheeks together. Just at the right moment, she let the crop fly, resounding with a solid thwap against flesh. 

Gregory cried out and fought against his bindings. Amanda bent down and whispered to him softly before proceeding. Walking back and forth, tapping in a slow rhythm, watching the markings on his flesh, the soft pink becoming redder with each strike. She kept close attention on Gregory and continued to block out the audience. As her aims became more deliberate, Gregory started grunting softly, swaying with each hit, his obvious arousal pressing against the horse. 

With a flash of inspiration, Amanda grabbed Gregory's hair tightly and arched his back, forcing him against the horse. With her arm flung way back, she struck his buttocks again, this time a bit more forcefully, knowing full well the severity of the mark that would rise from the welt. His cry in the suddenly quiet room was unnerving. Had she gone too far? She paused once more and looked into Gregory's face. His eyes were lust crazed and she knew he was in his space. She set aside the crop and nodded to the audience, letting her nails grated down his back once more before slowly releasing him as the people gathered around broke into a soft round of applause.

Lady Olivia pushed her way forward and gave Amanda a wild look before turning to Gregory. "You fucking slut." She grasped him roughly by his cock, forcing his attention back to her, drawing him fast back to normality. She tugged on him, leading him out of the dungeon as Amanda looked on concerned. She shrugged lightly and turned with a plastered smile, "Any questions?"

Although the audience was enthusiastic about her demonstration, she still felt that Lady Olivia had handled Gregory in an odd way. Humiliation was an interesting kink and although Amanda had touched on it once or twice in training, she still didn't feel comfortable with it.

She relaxed with her favorite iced apple juice and prepared herself mentally for the rest of the day. It was only 11:00 now and her wax demonstration wouldn't be until 1:00. She looked forward to working with Judith and wondered again about a Switch relationship.

She made it her intention to lunch with Alan and Judith so that there would be plenty of time to talk to them both. She made sure the crops were put back in place and then washed down the horse with alcohol. One thing that had become ingrained in her training was to be meticulous about cleaning up after a session.

She came up from the dungeon and wandered out into the camp area, only to be surprised to find Gregory placed in the pillory, still naked, his marks now coloring. She kept her thoughts to herself and went into the cooking area to find some more iced apple juice.

Mitchell was working on a barbecue that was filling the air with a lovely aroma. Several others had gathered around and were discussing spices as well as taunting him about his selections. Mitchell took it in good humor and just smiled, brushing more sauce on the meat. She waved to him and then sat down at a table with her apple juice, letting the conversations flow around her. 

"She's an ultimate bitch, that one." One conversation drifted to her. "Did you see the way she did cool down? I would never take a sub that way after a session." "Almost like rubbing vinegar in an open wound." As Amanda turned to see who was talking, the conversation drifted away and she didn't recognize who had spoken. More people were coming into the tent now, lured by their stomachs. Amanda smiled as she saw Alan and Judith come in, and rose from the table she was at to join them.

Having lunch with the Switches was an eye opening experience. It really didn't matter who was Top or who was bottom, they were both enjoyable luncheon companions that were very open minded about their kinks. Alan explained his tendency to be more Dominant and Judith said she was more of the Sadist. Their hands were together though, fingers entwined, throughout the conversation. Amanda felt really relaxed chatting with them and realizing the time was flying, slowly began discussing her wax demonstration. Judith agreed to most everything that was said, however she mentioned that it would be helpful to add about the different temperatures of wax and the need to start with a lower melt temperature on a newer subject. Amanda smiled and added that in her discussion notes and finished up the rest of her meal.

Amanda went down to the dungeon first, making sure that her scene music was on at that the lights were dimmed lower than normal to emphasize the candles glow. She paused once in her preparations and looked at the door of the grotto, wondering if she would have time tonight to sneak in for a quick time out.

As the crowd gathered in once again, Judith made her way to the low table and stripped off her clothes before lying stomach down to begin with. She pulled her red hair away from her shoulders, letting it fall like a cloud around her face and slowly begin breathing exercises that she had mentioned to Amanda.

Amanda turned to the crowd and began her discussion. She looked around the crowd and realized that even more people were attending now than her earlier demonstration. She spoke of her first taste of wax on her nipples; how it had affected her; how artistic one could be with different colors of wax; enjoying the canvas of skin. She let her hand gently stroke against Judith's back, letting her feel the caress..the touch..and then bent to speak with her quietly again before she started. Judith's eyes were sparkling with preparation and was ready to begin.




Amanda Ch. 04



Amanda lifted the first candle and brought it over to Judith. After careful selection, she choose the first pooling of wax to be on her lower back and tilted the glass just so..watching the first drips and noting Judith gasps of surprise and then moans of pleasure. She continued dripping the wax in a slow steady stream and then upended the container, spilling a pool on her back, watching the woman squirm against the table.

Amanda carefully blew out the wick and choose another color, making intricate patterns up Judith's back, circling on her shoulders.

Two more colors made a beautiful combination and Amanda had Judith stand, displaying it before asking her to lay upright on the table. A deep dark blue candle with just the right temperature wax had been melting just for her nipples and Amanda was pleased to note that Judith's body was responding quite well to the wax..and her lovely nipples were hardened nubs. She carefully poured the wax, dripping it against the nipples, watching the grimaces of pain, but also noticing the sheen of moisture between Judith's thighs. Amanda smiled and smelled deeply of Judith's aroused state, continuing the waxing until her full breasts were covered.

Amanda chose her dirk from the cabinet and carefully peeled the wax off each breast. They were perfect molds of Judith's pert nipples. She set them aside and told Judith to turn over once more. The now cooled wax on her back needed to be scraped off slowly and Judith actually shivered more at the knife's scraping than she had at the wax being poured on. Finally finished, Amanda looked up at the audience once more and asked, "Any questions?"

Several people came forward and looked at the markings that the wax had made and scrutinized the molding of Judith's breasts. Some applauded politely and then made their way out doors once again. 

Mitchell came up with a wry grin and whispered a quick question about the wax moldings that were left. Amanda was confused but let him take them.

The rest of the day was exhausting. By the time Amanda managed to get back to her room, thoughts of using the grotto were the furthest from her mind and she dropped off to sleep quickly.

Wednesday came and went. Ms. Kathleen demonstrated a bull whip outside. Peter demonstrated floggings, including a double handed flogging that left his ‘need' gasping for ‘attention', which he took full advantage of immediately following the demonstration. The vendors that came were well associated within the community and the leather crafter was kept busy with quick personal orders. His promise to have everything ready by Thursday seemed a bit overly confident, but when he revealed his slaves that he had working for him, most folks just laughed and realized that his promises would be kept. Alan kept the piercing booth busy when Judith and him decided to get both their nipples pierced. Lady Olivia brought Gregory over and was contemplating a Prince Albert piercing for him before he rejected the idea soundly and they both left the area in a huff.

Thursday dawned and Amanda realized that most of the week was over with. She looked back over the demonstrations and instructions and realized that most of the things that were covered had already been taught to her by Ms Kathleen. She was pleased that Ms Kathleen had given her such a broad education in her skills and looked forward to relaxing for the rest of the week. 

The day went by in casual conversations and preparations for the dinner that evening. The vendors left making sure that plenty of business cards were passed around for future orders, although their coffers were probably already filled due to the over extravagance that had already been spent. The leather maker indeed had quality work ready by the time they were pulling out and winked casually at Amanda. "Teamwork," he whispered as he shook her hand.

Sean arrived earlier than expected and Amanda retired with him to her room. They enjoyed their short time together, giggling and fondling, and only achieving setting a passionate spark that couldn't be extinguished without being late for dinner. Amanda had acquired several more outfits but chose instead to dress in the first leather dress that she had purchased, for that house warming that seemed a life time ago. Sean was resplendent in a grey suit and as they made their way out to the tent, the sun was setting in a glorious display and extra twinkle lights had been set up to add to the atmosphere.

Mitchell had gone all out for the dinner, created a roast wrapped in filo dough that melted in your mouth. Amanda almost lost it when she realized the that ice sculptures that were floating in the punch bowls were in the shape of Judith's breasts. She quietly explained what had occurred to Sean and had him chuckling and mentioning some other private parts that would have made some interesting sculptures. Amanda introduced Sean to the model and Alan and realized that over the past few days that some of these wonderful people would be good life long friends. 

At the closing of the dinner, Ms Kathleen called Amanda up to the stage portion of the tent. With solemn voice, she asked Amanda to bend over. Not knowing what was occurring but trusting Ms Kathleen, Amanda bent from her waist, her dark hair flowed over her face. She felt the cold steel of what appeared to be garden shears and with a "snick" the leather collar was removed from her neck and fell with a soft thud to the floor.

"I want to thank you all for your comments and suggestions regarding Miss Amanda and I'm pleased to release her from training." Ms Kathleen announced soundly. Bright and lively applause echoed through the tent and Amanda blushed as she stood back up. Ms Kathleen kissed her softly. "You are such a good girl, now be a good dominant."

"Yes Ma'am," Amanda quietly replied.



Amanda Ch. 05



It was just after four o'clock and sexy blonde Rebecca, otherwise known as Amanda's mom, was leaving her third shoe store when her cell phone rang. It was a number she didn't recognize, so she answered with a certain amount of trepidation.

"Yes?"

"Hi Mom."

"Oh, hi honey. Where are you calling from?"

"Um...downtown."

"Downtown? I thought you were riding home with me. You're grounded, remember? I know I'm a few minutes late, but you can't just go running off whenever you feel like it."

"I know, Mom. It's not that simple. I—I didn't come down here because I wanted to."

"Then why are you there? And just exactly where are you?"

"The police station."

"Speak up, sweetheart. I don't think I heard you right."

"The police station, Mom. I'm at the police station."

***

When our young heroine reached the station an hour earlier, she was questioned and then allowed to call her mother. The five guys she had sucked and fucked in the mall parking lot were in a different part of the building. Amanda had actually saved them from being arraigned on much more serious charges by informing the arresting officers that no, she had not been raped, it was consensual sex. Considering the fact that Amanda was on her knees, her face plastered with cum, it is not too surprising that the police arriving on the scene believed that she had been gang raped.

As it was, the five boys were being charged with underage drinking and possession of a small amount of marijuana. Amanda was being released into the custody of her parents. No, of course it wasn't fair. It's just a fact of life that attractive, upper-middle class white girls get preferential treatment over Black and Puerto Rican boys from the wrong side of the tracks. After speaking to her mom on the phone Amanda was placed back in the holding cell to wait with two other women. 

Now that she knew she wasn't in serious trouble with the law, our sweet teen was able to take another look at her surroundings. It was not a pretty sight. The cell consisted of two bunks, a small wash basin, and a steel toilet with absolutely no privacy. A female police officer sat behind a battered desk a short distance from the cell.

Amanda also took in the other two women—girls really—and was shocked to realize they must be prostitutes. They were both quite young, perhaps in their early twenties, and pretty. They wore ridiculously short skirts, platform boots, and form-fitting midriff tops. One had on black fishnet stockings held up by straps that could be seen below the hem of her skirt. The sure giveaway, though, was the makeup. Both girls wore dark eye shadow, loads of mascara, and false eyelashes. One was a tall, voluptuous dark-eyed beauty with a cascade of curling black tresses. The other was a petite, slender blue-eyed blonde. Everything about her was small but her eyes: huge, cerulean blue orbs that looked utterly dramatic (well okay, slutty) with all that dark makeup around them.

The hookers occupied the only seats, leaving Amanda standing uncomfortably near the bars at the front of the cell. At first she tried not to look at them, but as time passed and they ignored her, the silence grew awkward. She turned to them and smiled. 

"Hi," she said after some consideration. No change registered on the faces of the hookers. When there was no response after a full minute, she tried again. "I'm Amanda."

The tall hooker raised one eyebrow and said: "No shit. That your name?"

Amanda nodded eagerly, but before she could reply the girl went on: "What planet are you from?"

The petite blonde hooker guffawed. "C'mon now, Charlotte," she said jumping to her feet. "Amanda here is a sweet little girl, aren't you Amanda?" as she took Amanda by the hand. "I'm Tabitha. Don't listen to Charlotte, she's a little jaded. Been on the street too long." The prostitute's wide blue eyes took in Amanda's long legs and her stupendous tits. "Hmmm. Maybe you're not so little. What part of town you work?"

The teen was dumbfounded. "Work? I don't have a job. I'm in high school."

"No offense. I just thought you were a working girl, the way you're dressed and all. Plus you look like a john might have roughed you up or something."

Amanda felt her cheeks burn. They thought she was a prostitute! She was looking and feeling a bit scummy. She had been given a paper towel to wipe the cum off her face, but her hair was still sticky, her knees dirty, and her shirt was torn at one seam. Come to think of it, her clothes weren't very different from the two hookers.

"Look!" said Charlotte. "She's blushing! That's so cute. You haven't blushed like that since you were about twelve, have you Tab?"

"Very funny, Char. Say, Amanda, is it okay if I call you Mandy? It rolls off the tongue a little easier, if you don't mind my saying so."

"Uh, sure," our young heroine replied, thinking of someone else who called her that.

"Good. See, we're getting to be friends. And friends share stuff with each other, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Amanda knew this was headed nowhere good.

"So you've got to tell me, Mandy: I'm dying to know. Are your tits real?"

Charlotte burst out laughing as Amanda felt herself coloring again. 

"That's none of your business!" she said hotly. Then, her anger mounting, she continued: "Yes, they are real, and they're mine. I bet you wish you had boobs like this!" With that she lifted them with her hands and thrust them forward.

Tabitha had very small breasts. "Don't be disrespectful to your elders," she said with an air of mock distress. "Anyway, I still don't believe those are real." She smiled. "Show me."

"No!" Amanda cried. The prostitutes struck her as coarse and vulgar. Was this hypocrisy from a girl who had just sucked off four guys in a parking lot? Perhaps. But Charlotte and Tabitha were so clearly not the sort of people she would choose to associate with...besides, who knew what kind of diseases they might have?

"C'mon, let's see 'em if they're real," said Charlotte, approaching the bars where Amanda stood.

"No! Get away from me!"

Now Tabitha truly was offended. Who did this chick think she was? Did she think she was better than they were? "Officer Pennington!" she called. "This girl here offered us drugs!"

Amanda's jaw fell open. She was too stunned to speak.

The policewoman strolled over from the other side of the room. "Is that right?" she said. The cop was a big woman with very short hair. Her shoulders were broad and her arms muscular, suggesting many hours in the weight room. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Dealing to the kids at school, probably." 

"No," Amanda gasped. "I don't..."

Officer Pennington cut her off. There was a wicked gleam in her eye. "No? Guess I'll have to give you a strip search, just to be sure." She unlocked the cage and stepped inside. The frightened teenager's eyes fell on the policewoman's belt. Thick black leather about three or four inches wide, it held a sinister looking pistol, handcuffs, a truncheon, flashlight, and some other things the girl couldn't identify. It was a terrifying in and of itself and an unmistakable symbol of brute power.

"Officer, please. I've never...well, almost never..." Amanda remembered smoking dope with Dr. Scott the previous night, and again with the high school boys just an hour or two earlier.

"So you are a drug user," said the cop. 

"No..."

"Lift up your shirt. You could be hiding something in there."

"Pleeeeez, Officer..."

"Lift it up, or I'll do it!" shouted the cop. Amanda was on the verge of tears. She couldn't believe another woman—an officer of the Law—would humiliate her in this way, but her respect for authority, especially the police, was such that she felt she must comply. The buxom teen turned away from Charlotte and Tabitha. She wasn't about to give them a show if she could help it.

Feeling defeated, she lifted her shirt up by the hem. Officer Pennington, a raging bull dyke of course, had never seen anything so perfect. The young girl's tits, though huge, stood out from her chest as if gravity did not apply to them. They were the size of cantaloupes, perfectly shaped, and white as milk. The teenager's narrow waist and slender frame only served to make them look bigger. Most amazing of all were the nipples. These were pale pink, hardly darker than the skin around them, and puffy. They pointed upward like super-sized Hershey kisses the color of lightly-chewed bubble gum. 

The policewoman could barely contain her wonder. Only her eyes gave her away; her voice and facial expression remained those of the tough cop. "I need to see if you're concealing anything under them," she said, and grabbed Amanda's breasts. She lifted them, but in truth the girl's tits sagged so little that it would have been impossible to hide anything under them. Taking a firm grasp she turned the unhappy teen towards the center of the cage. "The light's better over here," she said.

"No, please..."

"Shut up, punk." The policewoman kneaded and squeezed the young girl's compliant flesh until it was obvious that this was no longer a routine search. The two hookers looked on excited disbelief. This was way beyond anything they hoped. 

"Don't," Amanda begged, but the big dyke was enjoying this too much. She began to twist the teen's puffy pink nipples, hard enough to hurt. The pain, somehow mingled with pleasure, went straight to the core of Amanda's being. Suddenly she wanted very badly to touch her pussy. She groaned aloud. Officer Pennington knew the girl was beaten. She snarled with aggressive lust.

"You like that don't you, you dirty whore."

"No!" she pleaded. "I'm not a whore..."

"Then why are you dressed like one?"

"I—I... unngh," she moaned as she felt her cunt juicing. 

Officer Pennington released Amanda's nips and pulled the handcuffs from her belt. "Time to complete the search," she said, snapping one of the cuffs on Amanda's slim wrist.

"What?!" 

"You heard me!" Raising the cuffed hand high over Amanda's head, the dykey cop drew the other half of the handcuff over a crossbar, raised the girl's free wrist, and snapped the cuff shut on it. Our sexy young teen was now utterly helpless as her hands were stretched over her head and fastened to the bars. Her snug-fitting top still clung high on her chest, fully exposing her magnificent breasts to the three other women in the cage. In fact, the raising of her arms accentuated her tits even more.

"Shit!" said Tabitha. "Those are some fucking nice tits. Are you sure they're not implants, Officer Pennington?"

"They're real, I swear. Come over here and feel them yourself if you don't believe me."

"No!" cried our heroine. "How can you do this? You're supposed to protect people!"

"Shut your mouth," said the cop. She went back to squeezing Amanda's tits. "God, I just can't keep my hands off these things!" 

Tabitha stood next to the lady cop. "May I?" she asked.

"Be my guest," said the dyke, removing her hand from Amanda's left breast and concentrating on her right. Tabitha began to fondle the vacated breast, paying special attention to the sensitive pink nipple.

"I don't think I've ever seen such perfect tits," said the blonde hooker, almost to herself. "Charlotte—you have to come over here and check out these tits." Amanda could hardly believe this was happening. In a police station, yet! Her face was crimson with shame. She hadn't been so humiliated since...well, since earlier that day...but the pleasure, the incredible feelings that coursed through her when her melons were caressed that way...and she was beginning to admit to herself that there was something about being humiliated that seemed to arouse her more. 

Charlotte was playing with her right breast now, and Tabitha was sucking on her left nipple, nipping with her teeth. God, that feels good! Amanda thought. Her pussy was getting drenched. She noticed Officer Pennington leering...and yes, it was true: being humiliated, even degraded by these women was turning her on even more than the physical act of touching her breasts. What is wrong with me? wondered the luscious teenager. I must be seriously disturbed...I should have my head examined. She didn't even realize that she was moaning softly. 

Tabitha and Charlotte glanced at each other in amazement. They had never seen a girl get so turned on just from playing with her tits. Of course, both of them had been having sex to pay the rent since they were very young. Most of their 'clients' hardly touched their breasts at all. The two hookers were getting excited by this young girl and her predicament. With her hands secured over her head she was completely powerless...and such a girl! Though her mascara was ruined and her hair a wreck, her face was still cover-model beautiful. And this body...

"You have really beautiful skin," said Tabitha. "It's flawless."

Officer Pennington was enjoying the show, but ready for more. "Alright girls, let's not forget the objective here," she said in her most authoritative voice. "It's time to continue the search," she continued, stepping between the two hookers. Quickly unzipping Amanda's skirt, she slid it down to the girl's ankles. Amanda was so entranced by the attention to her breasts that she put up only a feeble protest. But when the lesbian cop yanked down her sticky white panties she came out of her stupor. 

"No! What are you doing? Please don't!" In spite of everything that had happened in the previous twenty-four hours Amanda was terribly embarrassed to be naked in front of the three women, especially as one was a police officer. They all examined her body as if she were a specimen rather than a person. Hands began to slide over her hips, her thighs, her ass. "Stop! You can't do this! It's wrong!" Her voice grew shrill, hysterical. 

Officer Pennington lifted Amanda's feet one by one to remove the girl's skirt and panties. "Oh my God!" she said. "Her panties are soaked!" She held them to her nose and sniffed like a dog. "Mmmm, girl cum." Amanda was horrified. Those filthy disgusting panties! She began to splutter incoherently and tears ran down her cheeks. "Wait, there's something else," the cop went on, looking closely at the soiled knickers. "Some guy's nasty splooge has been leaking from your pretty cunt into these panties, hasn't it?"

"No!" Amanda cried. "Please don't do this!" It was true, of course. In addition to her own copious secretions, a large dose of Puerto Rican ball batter had been slowly draining from her vagina for the past hour or more. It was humiliating for the other women to know this. She felt so dirty...

"You little slut!" said Tabitha. "Who have you been fucking?"

"Nooo," Amanda wailed. Her voice was choked with sobs. "Why...why are you d-doing this to me?"

"Fuck it," said the cop. "I'm tired of listening to this shit." And with that she wadded up the cum-drenched panties and shoved them in the girl's mouth. The lovely teen's eyes grew wide with horror. Pulling a bandana from her pocket, the officer tied it around that lovely brunette head to hold the gag in place. "Now let's get on with it," said the dyke. She stepped between Amanda's feet and pushed the shapely legs apart with her heavy boots. "Hold her legs open for a second, would you girls?" she said to the young prostitutes. They complied eagerly, getting more excited by the minute.

As Charlotte and Tabitha held her legs, Officer Pennington pulled two pairs of disposable plastic handcuffs from her belt and fastened Amanda's ankles securely to the bars. With her silky thighs splayed out wide, the gorgeous teenager's arms were stretched even tighter over her head, causing the cuffs to bite into her wrists. Her smooth pussy was opened just enough to show a hint of the pink inner lips. The cries of discomfort and shame that sprang from her throat were muffled by the sodden ball of cotton material in her mouth. The dirty cop took a step back to admire her handiwork.

"Beautiful," she said. "Time for the body cavity search." Amanda's shook her head vigorously from side to side. Her stifled cries grew more insistent. Officer Pennington and the two hookers could see the terror in the wide green eyes of the helpless teen. The cop in particular delighted in the tears that streamed down the girl's smooth cheeks. Lowering herself to the floor between Amanda's legs, the cop sat with her face at the level of the girl's crotch. "So pretty," she said absently, stroking the teen's slim hips.

Officer Pennington squeezed and stroked Amanda's legs, starting at her feet and working her way up. The gorgeous teen cried out in protest, but her cries came out muffled and ineffectual. The dirty cop continued her exploration, feeling her belly and all around Amanda's juicy snatch without actually touching it. "Too bad the little thing's cunt is full of that disgusting stuff," the cop said. "I'd love to eat her." Officer Pennington hated men and the thought of sucking up sperm was repulsive to her. "Let's see if she's got any contraband up there."

The big female cop removed the heavy black night stick from her belt and began to tease the opening of Amanda's vagina with its rounded tip. The truncheon was over two feet long, and about one and a half inches in diameter. Made of solid acetate, the club had a knurled grip at one end while the rest of its length was straight and smooth. At the sight of it, the buxom teen began to thrash and cry with even greater urgency, but to no avail. Stretched between the cuffs at her ankles and those at her wrists, she was powerless to resist. Charlotte grabbed one of Amanda's thighs to hold her steady while Tabitha placed an arm securely around her waist. 

When Officer Pennington had got just the very end of the stick up the girl's sloppy cunt she paused. Spitting on the thick shaft to lubricate it, the big dyke twisted it around for an even coating. Then she began to gradually work the stick into the gorgeous teenager's shaven pussy. Amanda was horrified, outraged, revolted, and yet...oh my...the purely physical part of her senses said it felt good. The stick was very smooth and her pussy was plenty wet with cum, spit, and her own juicy secretions. Hence, the penetration didn't hurt, in spite of the size of the invader. 

As the sensations took hold, her resistance, such as it was, began to ebb. With the tears still wet on her face, Amanda's muffled cries of protest slowly changed to groans of pleasure. Soon the big lady cop had six or seven inches of the long stick up Amanda's sweet puss. It was heavenly. As the lovely teen got more and more aroused, a mixture of fresh cunt sauce and old seminal fluid oozed down the stick. Her hips began to rock in time with the insertions of the big rod, her eyes closed, and her head began to loll on her shoulders.

"Jesus!" said Charlotte. "She's really getting into it!"

"I know," said Tabitha. "It's making me hot." 

The dyke knew what she was doing, dragging the shaft across Amanda's clit with each stroke. She was getting close to a huge orgasm. "Keep your pants on girls," the cop said. "And don't let her get away." Easing the big black stick from the quivering girl's pussy, the cop stood up. Amanda's eyes popped open. She couldn't believe that her plastic lover had been taken away just when she was about to cum.

"Where the hell are you going?" asked Tabitha.

"I'm taking another view of the situation," she answered mysteriously, quickly unlocking the cage door and slamming it shut behind her as she walked around to the other side of the bars.

"Don't let her get away?" said Charlotte. "Must be cop humor." 

The officer took up a position on the floor directly behind Amanda just outside the cage. "What a beautiful ass," she said and, reaching through the bars, began to probe the young girl's pussy again with the club, this time from behind. She soon fell back into the rhythm she had established before, and Amanda quickly grew close to a climax. The three women could hear the girl's moans even through the gag. When she was getting close to the critical point the cop again withdrew the stick, and the suburban cutie begged to have the dildo back. The others couldn't understand a word, but the tone was unmistakable.




Amanda Ch. 05



"Here, take this," said the dyke, handing the stick to Tabitha. "Fuck her with it if you want."

"Um...okay," Tabitha answered. "What are you going to be doing?"

"There's one more body cavity I need to check out," said the filthy policewoman.

Tabitha didn't share Officer Pennington's distaste for semen. She had swallowed so much of the stuff in her young life that a little more would probably make no difference one way or the other. Besides, she reasoned, most of it has drained out by now. So she got down on the dirty concrete floor between Amanda's legs and got a good close-up look. The girl's little pussy looked yummy: slick pink inner lips protruding between smoothly shaved outer lips. Tabitha bent forward to have a taste.

At about the same time, Officer Pennington was fondling Amanda's little round ass cheeks. It was the most amazing butt she had ever seen. Not a pimple, not a tan line, not any kind of blemish in sight, and gloriously shaped. "Fuck," she said quietly. The big lesbian placed a rough hand on each of those smooth cheeks and spread them apart to look within. What she saw was a tender pink little rosebud of an asshole. She couldn't know that the asshole before her had never been violated in any way, but it sure looked tight and virginal. She leaned in and licked it with the tip of her tongue.

Thus young Amanda, whose little bunghole had never been touched before this day, who had never even considered that touching it might be pleasurable, now had one woman licking her ass at the same time another was licking her pussy. Amanda nearly flew into orbit. But for the restraints at her wrists and ankles, perhaps she might have done. The succulent teenager had never felt anything so deliciously dirty. Soon she was close to cumming again. Charlotte, feeling a little left out, began to caress those big beautiful tits again and tweak the nipples. Tabitha provided the coup de grace by inserting the nightstick back in her cunt and thrusting it like a cock. 

Blast off.

The pleasure was almost unbearable. Amanda's orgasm was the most intense she had yet experienced, since having her first only a day earlier. But even the wild stuff she'd done at the clinic last night wasn't like this. She was now being stimulated in all of her most sensitive places at once. The fact that she was handcuffed and unable to move seemed to heighten the sensations. Her muffled cries of ecstasy were sweet music to the three women, who took a kind of lusty satisfaction in the undoing of this beautiful young girl. And there was no doubt that the gorgeous creature was loving every second of it. Her head thrashed about, and if not for the gag her screams could have been heard throughout the building. 

Just as her orgasm began to taper off, the slender teen was brought to another, even higher peak. Officer Pennington wet a finger in her mouth and slowly inserted it up our young heroine's virgin asshole. It was a tight fit with her pussy already filled by the thick truncheon, and the cop could feel the club through the thin layers of membrane separating the stick from her probing digit. Amanda had no idea that a finger in her ass could feel so good. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever. There was nothing else in her universe at that moment but her body and the pleasure it gave her. The past, her current worries, her future all ceased to exist. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the lovely teenager came down from her sexual high, and slumped against her restraints.

     ***

When Rebecca and Nick, Amanda's parents, arrived at the police station to retrieve their daughter they were informed by the desk sergeant that Amanda had been placed in isolation due to some sort of incident. A policewoman had been suspended from duty and criminal charges might be filed against her.

"What's this all about Sergeant?" asked Rebecca. "Has something happened to my daughter?"

"There have been some, uh, sexual improprieties, shall we say," he answered. "We're investigating the situation now. There are witnesses, but their accounts are contradictory. The officer under investigation insists that your daughter is to blame for sexually provoking her and two other women."

"Not my daughter!" spat Nick. "Not Amanda! She's an honor student. What the hell are you talking about? She's only eighteen years old! I ought to punch your damn head in just for saying that. Where's Amanda? I demand to see her!"

"Look, bud, calm down. I'll take you to see your daughter. This way, please." 

Amanda's story continues at church the following day... 



Amanda Ch. 06



Rebecca sat in a pew at the back of Saint Monica's Roman Catholic Church. The interior of the church was cool and dim, and mostly empty. No mass was in progress. A few other people were waiting to say confession or, like Rebecca, waiting for a family member. A rather timid looking middle aged man was sneaking covert glances at Rebecca from the other end of the pew. She was accustomed to this sort of thing. Rebecca was a stunning blonde in her late thirties, whose rather conservative Sunday clothes could not completely hide her remarkable physical attributes.

After bearing her only child at age twenty, Rebecca had begun a program of sensible eating and yoga to recover from the pregnancy and childbirth. She would probably have looked great even without the exercise. Just lucky genes—her mother was a looker, too. Still, the yoga kept her stomach mostly flat and tennis, which she took up later, gave her a nicely rounded butt. Genetics alone, though, accounted for Rebecca's most noticeable assets: her lovely blue eyes and her stupendous tits. 

Huge, cantaloupe-sized jugs which her daughter Amanda had, in turn, inherited from Rebecca. Amanda, who until recently seemed to be the perfect teenager. Who, at this very moment, was in the confessional just across the aisle from where Rebecca sat. Oh, Amanda, thought the sexy mom again, closing her eyes in pain and frustration. How could this happen? What is going on in your head? Your whole life is ahead of you, don't ruin it now! Graduation is only two months away, then college...

And what had our young heroine done to cause her mother such anguish? It had started Friday night when Amanda came home very late from an evening of volunteer work at a local mental health facility. Her clothes were disheveled and she had appeared to be high on something. On Saturday Amanda went to the mall with her mother. She later called from the police station, where she had been taken after being caught having sex in the parking lot with some boys from her school. Just Amanda and five boys! Drugs and alcohol were involved. The last straw had been Amanda's behavior at the police station. While in a holding cell, the gorgeous brunette teenager had performed lesbian sex acts with a policewoman and two prostitutes. Or had acts performed on her. Or some such lewd craziness—Rebecca was unclear on the details. She knew only that her daughter had told investigators that she didn't want to press charges, she had participated willingly.

Before all this happened Amanda was too shy even to date. Rebecca had encouraged her daughter to go out more, have fun, live life. But Amanda was always a bit awkward socially, and very uncomfortable with her body. That incredible body, desired by every boy at her school, quite a few of the girls, and a sizable percentage of the teaching staff (male and female). Rebecca herself took no small pleasure in looking at her daughter in a bikini. Now what is that noise? Rebecca was distracted from her ruminations by certain...sounds from the direction of the confessional.

It can't be, thought Rebecca. It sounds like...like someone having sex. Just like the huffing and puffing and grunting sounds her husband made on the rare occasions when he had enough energy to fuck his beautiful wife. But it's impossible! We're in a church! Old Father Carrick is hearing Amanda's confession only ten feet away. Father Carrick, who was seventy if he was a day, had listened to Rebecca's confessions when she was a girl. His hair, what he had left of it, was completely white, and he had to walk with a cane most days because of his arthritis. But that sound! What else could it be? Wait...maybe the old padre is having a heart attack. Rebecca looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but no one was sitting nearby. The man at the other end of the pew was still sneaking looks, but he was too far away to hear anything.

That had to be it—Father Carrick was having a heart attack or a stroke, and Amanda was too terrified to act. The panting grew louder and faster. Rebecca didn't want to disturb the sanctity of the confessional, but she had to know. She rose and crept silently across the aisle, stopping just outside the door where she knew her daughter knelt in prayer. The noise definitely came from behind the priest's door and was becoming more urgent. The man might be dying in there! Why didn't Amanda run screaming for help? Rebecca had to do something. She decided to check on her daughter first. Slowly, she turned the heavy brass doorknob. It didn't make a sound. Then she eased the thick oak door open an inch or two so that she could peer inside. The old church was very well maintained—the door hinges were perfectly silent. Inside the confessional it was even darker than the interior of the church. When Rebecca could finally see properly she got the biggest shock of her life.

Amanda was on her knees all right, but she wasn't praying—not in any accepted Catholic sense of the word. In the first place, her daughter's white blouse was unbuttoned to the waist. The teenager's huge tits had spilled over the tops of her lacy white bra cups and the puffy roseate nipples were visible in the dim light. Amanda's near hand was thrust under her skirt and was working feverishly between her legs. 

But the most shocking sight of all was the long, fat prick that thrust in and out of her daughter's open lips. Amanda's other hand was busy stroking the thick shaft in coordination with her bobbing head. Her eyes were closed and her mouth stretched wide. It was one of the largest cocks that Rebecca had ever seen, much larger than her husband's, and it protruded from an opening in the grill that separated the two sides of the confessional. Father Carrick was having his having his dick sucked right there in church by Rebecca's gorgeous eighteen-year-old daughter. 

Rebecca was too stunned to move. She could only watch, appalled, as Amanda shifted her grip on the priest's big dick and slowly moved her face closer to the partition, forcing the oversized phallus down her throat. The effect was immediate. Father Carrick let out a roar as the sweet teen eased the big organ out of her throat and jerked it off into her mouth. The old priest must have been saving it up for quite a while because Amanda couldn't contain all his ejaculate. Cum dribbled from her lips and rolled down her chin and onto her tits. Rebecca could see her daughter's throat working as she tried to swallow as much of the tremendous load as possible.

The horrified mom uttered the first words that came into her head.

"Jesus H. Christ!"

***

Later, back in her bedroom, Amanda knew she was in deep trouble. She had sucked the dick of a priest who had administered to the spiritual needs of her family for many years. This gentle old man had married her parents and heard their confessions. He had presided over her own First Holy Communion and listened to her trifling sins since she was a little girl. And now he was about to be disgraced and defrocked—because of her. There must be something terribly wrong with her to cause reasonable men (and women!) to throw caution to the wind in order to satisfy their base desires with her.

Just a few days earlier, before the weekend's events, Amanda thought she was a freak because her breasts were so large compared to the rest of her slender body. Not only that, but her tits seemed to be more sensitive than those of other girls: the slightest manipulation, especially of her nipples, caused her to grow almost feverish with desire. It seemed to the distraught teen that her big boobs were at the root of all her problems. All sorts of people (even old priests!) wanted to see and touch her titties so badly that they would risk extreme public embarrassment. And now in the span of just three days she had done things that she never could have imagined before, and done them with people from all walks of life. As far as she knew none of them had ever done anything like this before; ergo, she was problem. She was worse than just a freak. It meant that she was either mentally ill or possessed by the devil. Either way, Amanda knew she was bad, bad, bad.

Nick and Rebecca were discussing the situation downstairs in his home office. Rebecca was trying to dissuade him from going, "down to Saint Monica's and smashing that old fuck's head against the wall."

"Don't you think that would only make things worse?" she argued. "Then you'd be in prison and Amanda's life would really be a mess."

"It's already a mess! Look at what's been done to her in the last few days! "That old priest is a dead motherfu--" 

"Please! Just let the police handle it."

"The police! Have you forgotten what happened at the police station yesterday? That filthy dyke! I'll fucking kill her too..."

"Nick, don't do anything crazy. Amanda says that lady cop didn't use force. You can't blame it all on other people. Our daughter bears some responsibility for this mess."

"Oh, god," he moaned. "What are we going to do?"

"Well...I have an idea."

Nick looked at his wife like a drowning man eyes a life preserver. "Yeah? What?"

"Remember Amanda telling us about a Dr. Scott at the nuthouse where she volunteers? She seems to trust him, and he is a professional. Maybe he can figure out her problem."

"So you think Amanda is wacko? You think my little girl is loony?"

"No, I don't think she's loony. But maybe there's something going on in her head that she can't tell us about. Parents are always the last to know. Or maybe it's a kind of chemical imbalance or something. Let me take her to see him tomorrow. It's worth a try."

"Okay, fine," answered her husband. "I'll wait until you get home before I kill the fucking priest."

And so it was settled. Rebecca would take their daughter to see Dr. Scott in the morning. Little did she know that the good doctor could hardly wait to get his hands on sweet Amanda again.

***

As she lay in bed that night, Amanda went back again and again in her mind to the events of the last few days. A whole new world of sensual experience had opened to her, and she had discovered some surprising facts about herself. First, there was no reason to be embarrassed about her breasts even if they were much bigger than those of other girls. Also she had found that girls could give her as much or even more sexual pleasure than men. And the most startling fact of all was that shame and humiliation were arousing to her. Her recent history had confirmed it beyond any doubt.

Did all this mean she was crazy? She wondered. If you'd asked her a few days earlier she wouldn't have believed she was capable of these thoughts and behaviors. As she thought about all that had happened, the gorgeous brunette teen grew aroused. She began to touch her nipples through the fabric of the oversized t-shirt she was wearing. They got hard immediately. She pinched them lightly and squeezed her titties together. Her legs squirmed against the sheets. The t-shirt began to feel restrictive, and Amanda quickly slipped it over her head. She gave a little gasp as her hands made contact with her bare titflesh, and her pussy started to moisten. Thinking about a certain big black cock, she lifted first one nipple and then the other to her mouth to be sucked. The sensation was like a bolt of lightning straight to her clit. 

Holding one breast to her mouth, Amanda's free hand strayed to her cotton covered pussy lips. Very gently she ran her fingertips over the mound between her legs. "Uhhnnnnn," she sighed. Now that she'd had her first orgasm (and many more) she wanted to see if she could make it happen for herself. The slender teen dipped her fingers inside the waistband of her knickers and slid them along her tender snatch. She had decided that she liked having a shaved cootchie, and earlier that night while lying in the tub she had gone over her whole crotch with her dad's razor, even pulling her knees up around her ears to get the sparse hairs growing near her asshole. Her cunt was perfectly smooth and she loved the way it felt.

Stroking her labia gently, Amanda explored every fold of her sex. The tip of her middle finger strayed into her slit and found the wetness there. Her finger sank deeper into her honeypot, and it was good. She spread the girl goo to her clit and the lips of her pussy, then lifted the slimy finger to her mouth and tasted it. Spreading her legs wide, Amanda slid both hands down to her snatch. She used one hand to hold the lips of her pussy open while shoving two fingers up her juicy fuckhole. "Oh shit," she whispered. The heavenly teenager speared herself with the two fingers while thumbing her clit. But she needed more...

On the dresser next to her bed was a hairbrush. It had a long, cylindrical handle with a series of smooth ridges running around its diameter. Rolling onto her stomach and sticking her ass in the air, Amanda grabbed the brush and wet the tip of the handle in her mouth. She reached behind her back and gently inserted it into her sopping cunt. By slowly twisting the brush she was able to get more and more of the long handle inside her hole. The sexy teenager began to slowly fuck herself with her hairbrush. "Yes yes yes," she whimpered. "Oh God, yes..."

With her shoulders down on the mattress she moved her free hand up between her legs to diddle her clit. She was getting close...but she couldn't seem to get over the edge. And then she thought about what Officer Pennington had done in the jail cell. It surely was a dirty and sinful thing to do, and confessing it to Father Carrick had driven the poor man into disgrace. But it felt sooooo good...

And that is how it came to pass that Amanda, who had never considered the sexual potential of her butthole until the previous day, wet a finger and slowly eased it past her sphincter up to the second knuckle. Her whole body shuddered. "Oh fuck yes!" she moaned. Her face, buried in a pillow, was suddenly bathed in sweat. Hips rocking, toes curling, and asshole clenching around her finger, Amanda experienced her first self-administered orgasm. And she wondered: Am I a slut?

***

In the morning, Rebecca and her daughter were both quiet on the way to see Dr. Scott. Amanda was feeling remorseful about the trouble she'd caused. Her mother was hopeful that a mental health professional could get to the root of Amanda's 'problem.' Nurse Constance greeted them at the main entrance. She was terrified that the girl's parents had learned of their daughter's wild night at the clinic, and were about to raise holy hell. Rebecca calmly asked to meet with Dr. Scott in private. Nurse Constance left them seated together on a leather sofa in the doctor's comfortable office.

Rebecca knew nothing about Dr. Scott and was shocked to discover that he was Derek Scott, former NBA star famous for attending medical school during the off season and now retired from professional basketball. In his mid-forties, he was tall, black, well-dressed and, Rebecca thought, very good looking. His hair was a little gray at the temples, a look the sexy blonde mom had always found attractive. He greeted mother and daughter warmly, and Rebecca actually blushed when he shook her hand, telling her she could be Amanda's sister. Rebecca practically fawned over the handsome doctor, which actually caused her daughter to feel jealous.

As he spoke to the two women sitting on his couch, Derek's head swam with filthy possibilities. Having reached middle age, a fact that was not easy for him to accept, Dr. Scott found that he was filled with lust for teenaged girls. As a star in the NBA he had his choice of young groupies, white, black, and every shade in between. It was no big deal; he could take it or leave it. But now that he was out of the spotlight, he no longer had girls throwing themselves at him. He appreciated the dewy elasticity of young girls' bodies as he never had when he himself was young. And Amanda...she was a dream come true.

Everything about her screamed out: 'violate me.' Her skin. Her legs. Her ass. Her big beautiful tits. Her gorgeous, cover model face. And she was so malleable. She could be made to do the kinkiest things, while putting up just enough resistance to make things...interesting. And now there she sat with her mother, who, though no longer in the full blush of youth like Amanda, was nevertheless a very sexy woman. He wondered if she had pink nipples like her daughter...

When the doctor asked what he could do for them, Rebecca suggested that it would be easier to speak without her daughter present. Amanda agreed. She didn't think she could stand the embarrassment of listening to her mother recount the unseemly details of the last few days. Dr. Scott left Rebecca sitting on the couch and led her daughter to an adjacent exam room, where she perched on the table. "How you doing baby?" he asked, cupping her chin in his big hand.

"I—I'm fine," she stammered, blushing, thinking about the things they'd done together.

"Listen: what did you tell your mama about Friday night?" suddenly intense, gripping her jaw hard with his fingers.

"Nothing! I haven't told anyone! I swear!"

He grinned and released her. "Then we're cool. Everything's gonna be all right." Giving her face a light playful slap, he left the room.

Returning to his office, he gave the blue-eyed mom his warmest smile. "Now," he said. "Tell me what's troubling you." And she did. Omitting for the moment Amanda's state when she got home Friday night, Rebecca explained the scenario in the parking lot that resulted in her daughter's arrest, the jail incident itself, and the fiasco at the church. Dr. Scott listened attentively. He was thinking: Jesus, this little high school chick is even hornier that I thought...and an idea started to form.

"I see," he said when she had finished. "And you're concerned that she may be..."

"I don't know what to think! I was hoping you could tell me. She was always a good girl. A little, well, boring even. So straight-laced. I was always trying to get her to loosen up. But now she's gone completely in the other direction. I don't know what's come over her all of a sudden."

"Let me talk to her for a few minutes. I don't want to alarm you, but this might be serious." He excused himself politely and stepped into the room across the hall where Amanda was waiting on the exam table. He jotted something on a prescription pad and called Nurse Constance. When she entered, he handed it to her and said, "Please have a hypodermic drawn immediately." 

The nurse's eyes bulged when she read the prescription, but she merely answered, "Yes, Doctor," and left the room. The dose that he called for combined two very powerful mind-altering drugs: Demerol and Lysergic Acid Diethylamide, otherwise known as LSD. Derek's plan had taken shape in his mind, and he thought with the aid of the chemical cocktail he might just pull it off. 

While Nurse Constance was gone from the room he chatted with the chestnut haired teenager, gently massaging her neck with his big paw. She quickly relaxed, renewing the rapport they'd shared last week in the clinic. After a few innocuous questions he said, "Your mama tells me you been gettin' it on with everybody you meet. You like that shit, huh?"

Amanda blushed bright pink. 

Derek went on ruthlessly. "Now your folks are worried that their little girl is some kind of freak or something, right?" The girl looked up at him, eyes brimming with tears. "And you know what? I think they're right. You are a freak. You're the kind of freak we professionals call a nym-pho-maniac. That means you like to fuck a lot. Ain't that right?"

"No, I'm not a freak," she said, but in a voice that said she wasn't convinced herself. This had to be a bad dream...

Just then Nurse Constance entered and began to fill the hypodermic needle. "Good," said Dr. Scott. "Our little friend here needs a little calming down." Amanda was clearly upset. Tears rolled down her cheeks. When the needle was ready Nurse Constance, a fit slender thirty-four-year-old, raised Amanda's skirt and used a cotton swab to clean and disinfect a spot on the teen's upper thigh.




Amanda Ch. 06



"Why are you doing this?" the girl pleaded. "I thought you guys like me."

"Of course we like you," the older woman soothed. "This is just something to help you relax." Even as she sank an inch of surgical steel into the girl's leg Nurse Constance couldn't help admire the smooth creaminess there. She stroked Amanda's thigh, ostensibly to make the injection less painful, but in her mind she was reliving the indignities to which she had subjected the gorgeous teenager a few nights earlier. She wondered if Amanda had shaved her cunt again since then...

As anyone who has undergone surgery knows, Demerol is a very fast-acting drug. Within a few minutes Amanda's tears had dried, she smiled and grew friendly. Very friendly. The dose she'd received was quite small, yet it was enough to completely erase her natural shyness. She was soon chatting comfortably with Dr. Scott and Nurse Constance, flirting even. Derek stroked her hair and rubbed her shoulders as they talked. The older woman's hands moved gently over the girl's smooth thighs, where her skirt was still raised. Amanda began to giggle. 

"That tickles," she said.

"Oh, I'll show you something that tickles," said the nurse, and ran her fingertips very lightly up and down Amanda's inner thighs, then her calves and the backs of her knees. 

"Stop!" laughed the teenager.

"But I'm just getting started," said the nurse. "I'm going to do something you'll really like." She raised one of the girl's small feet and took off her flip-flop. "Why don't you lie down on the table? You'll be more comfortable."

"You're not going to tickle my feet, are you?"

"No, this will feel really good. Just lie back and relax."

"All right. But don't tickle my feet, okay?"

"I promise. Go on, lie down." And the girl did lie back on the table, though she held her head up to see what was happening. Looking into the teen's eyes, Nurse Constance lifted the teenager's small pink foot to her lips and kissed the toes. Amanda giggled nervously. But when the nurse slipped her tongue between the girl's first and second toes and made fucking movements with it, the green-eyed teen let out a small gasp. "What pretty feet you have," said the nurse, and sucked the big toe into her mouth and running her tongue around it.

"Ohhhh," said the girl.

"Does that feel good?"

Amanda just nodded, her mouth suddenly dry. Nurse Constance proceeded to tongue between all her toes, then sucked all five toes into her mouth at once. By the time she was done with that foot there was saliva fairly dripping from it. She then repeated the entire process with the other foot. At some point during this exercise—Amanda wasn't sure quite when—Dr. Scott bent over the table and kissed her lips. She liked it. He kissed her again, his tongue probing her mouth. She made happy sounds, and soon they were making out hot and heavy.

From that point, it wasn't long before Amanda's blouse was undone. Nurse Constance helped her to sit up so it could be removed, and her bra unfastened. This Dr. Scott did very slowly, savoring the anticipation. He slid one shoulder strap down, kissing the place it had vacated. Then he did the same on the other side. Amanda made a pretense of modesty, holding the bra to her chest. The pretense quickly dissolved as Derek kissed all over her shoulders and neck, causing her to sigh with pleasure.

When the bra finally fell away, there was a moment of stunned silence. Dr. Scott and Nurse Constance were amazed once again at the beauty before them. Though they had used and abused those wonderful breasts just a few days earlier, their unveiling was still a revelation. Never in their lives had either seen such a pair of tits. Perfectly shaped. Huge, yet they didn't sag. And the nipples! So pink, so pale, and so puffy.

Nurse Constance abandoned Amanda's feet and began to suck her nipples, alternating from one to the other. "My god!" she said. "These tits are just fucking amazing!" Dr. Scott couldn't agree more. Standing behind the girl, he squeezed Amanda's beautiful jugs and held them for his nurse to suck. Amanda gasped. Her nipples were super sensitive and the treatment they were getting was making her super hot. Looking over her shoulder, Derek had a marvelous view of the attractive nurse suckling at gorgeous teen breasts. After a minute or two, he eased the girl back down on the table.

By this time his cock was getting hard and aching to be released. He unzipped his trousers and managed to work his semi-stiff dick through the opening. Amanda caught sight of his long black instrument and the lust in her eyes was impossible to miss. "Suck it, baby," he said. The girl complied without hesitation. Lying flat on her back she held it with one hand and licked all around the fat purple head, just like an ice cream cone. Then she turned her head to one side and sucked the head into her mouth. Dr. Scott groaned.

While she was thus engaged, Nurse Constance went to work below Amanda's waist. Lifting the girl's skirt, she kissed her way up the smooth legs, easing them apart as she went. When she reached the place where those pale thighs met, she caught the scent of aroused teen pussy. It was intoxicating. The crotch of Amanda's white cotton panties was already moist. Nurse Constance spread the girl's legs wide, kissing and nibbling in the hollows that flanked the entrance to nirvana. She grabbed the top of the white knickers and pulled them up tight into the girl's cunt, dug in her nose and inhaled deeply. "Fuck," she muttered.

Dr. Scott meanwhile was getting his dick sucked by a girl who, though she looked like an innocent prom queen, clearly enjoyed sucking dick. Amanda couldn't seem to get enough of his ebony meat tenderizer. It was almost as long and thick as her forearm, but she seemed intent on forcing as much of it as possible down her throat. The gorgeous brunette teen pushed the black fuckstick into her mouth, using her hand and working her lips until the head slipped past her tonsils and more than half of the doctor's enormous shaft disappeared. Her eyes brimmed with tears.

Nurse Constance couldn't wait any longer. She slipped a finger under the elastic leg band of the sexy teen's tighty whiteys and pulled them to one side. "Yummmmm," was all she could say as the object of her desire came into view. Amanda's pussy was shaved perfectly smooth. The outer lips were slightly separated and the shiny pink inner lips peeked out. The aroma was stronger now and the whole package was so inviting that the older woman was drawn like a dog to a bone. She began licking the outer lips of one side, then the other and back again, avoiding for the moment the juicy center.

Dr. Scott was watching his dick slide in and out of the O of Amanda's lips, when he remembered her mom waiting in his office. "Easy now, baby," he said, pulling his dick away from the girl's drooling mouth. "Got to attend to business." He forced his stiff rod back into his pants with some difficulty, and hurried toward the door. "Page me in ten minutes," he said to Nurse Constance on his way out. She mumbled a response between licks.

He found Rebecca pacing his office. "At last!" she said. "Is everything all right? How is she?"

He frowned at her professionally, consulting the clipboard in his hand. "Please, sit down Mrs. Peterson."

"I will not sit down! Tell me what's happening to my daughter."

"Yes. Well, then. It would appear that Amanda has had a kind of...breakdown."

"No!" Rebecca cried, and instantly dissolved in tears. Dr. Scott laid a hand on her shoulder to comfort her and she threw herself against his broad chest, sobbing uncontrollably. Derek let her cry. His cock was still hard as iron from the treatment Amanda had been giving him only moments before, and now here was her sexy mom with her arms around him. He was wondering how he could transition from sympathetic physician to sex stud when the problem was solved for him. In hugging him even tighter in her distress, Rebecca became aware of his hard cock pressed against her belly.

In most of their nineteen years of marriage Nick had not been much of a lover, and Rebecca had not been laid in weeks. He had seemed to lose interest about the time Amanda was born. Though she had never cheated on her husband, the sexy blonde MILF often resorted to an expensive glass dildo for satisfaction. But now here in her arms was an extremely desirable man—tall, fit and good looking. A celebrity even, or at least a former celebrity. All her anguish for her daughter, all her worry, the tension of waiting was suddenly replaced by desire for this man. Rebecca had never had sex with a black man before, but she often wondered if what she'd heard was true...

She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide, her cheeks wet with tears. Derek Scott was six foot six; Rebecca only five foot three. Tilting her head back that far almost made her dizzy. "Doctor--" she began, but he placed the tip of his finger on her lips. He held her chin with one hand and leaned down to kiss her. With the other hand he raised her skirt, fondling her ass. She threw her arms around his neck. Slipping his hand under the backs of her thighs, he lifted. Rebecca gave a small hop and just like that she was suspended in the air, her legs around his waist. Derrick's lips had found her mouth and she responded. 

"Oh yes, Doctor Scott," Rebecca pleaded between kisses. "I want you. Take me right here, right now." She could feel his stiff dick rubbing against the smooth material of her thong and it made her incredibly aroused. His tongue was in her mouth and she sucked on it. He carried her to the sofa and sat down, her legs still straddling him. When he began to squeeze her big jugs through her sweater and bra she knew what he wanted. "You want my titties, Doctor?" He only nodded, and she crossed her arms and lifted the sweater over her head. Derrick buried his face in her cleavage as she reached back to undo the fastenings of her bra.

Her tits were glorious. Unencumbered, they hung lower than Amanda's but were superb just the same: pale with a light tracing of blue veins, and nipples the size of beer mats. Derek gorged himself on them, stuffing first one nip then the other in his mouth, then trying to engulf both at once. Rebecca had very sensitive breasts, and her pussy was instantly soaked. The horny mom moved her hips rhythmically, sliding her mound over the rigid bulge in the doctor's trousers.

"I need to have you inside me," she said, and climbed off him to remove her skirt. Derek began to undo his pants. When Rebecca was standing in front of him in only her thong, he stopped her as she was about to roll it down her legs.

"Turn around," he said and she complied, giving him a wicked smile over her shoulder. "Oh my god, your ass is fucking great." She bent low at the waist, sliding a hand up one leg to her ass. She eased the waistband of her thong down her ass cheeks. "That's right, slowly. Ohhhh yeah. Come over here." He pulled his trousers and shorts down past his knees, long hard cock slapping against his flat abs. Rebecca's mouth fell open when she saw his dick—it was coal black and huge, the biggest dick she'd ever seen, even bigger than Father Carrick's. She dropped to her knees between his outspread legs. "Do you like what you see, baby?"

Rebecca said nothing but took the shaft in one hand, noticing that her fingers barely reached around it. Amanda's saliva had dried on Derrick's cock, leaving it slightly sticky and with a faint odor which drew her mother's nose and mouth like a magnet. The sexy blonde mom rubbed his shaft gently over her lips and cheeks while drawing the scent into her lungs. Little did she know it was the aroma of her daughter's spit; she only knew it smelled like sex and she had to have it. Derek ran his fingers through her silky blonde mane, aching with anticipation. Finally the busty mom stuck out her tongue and licked the head of his dick, much as her daughter had minutes before.

He remembered that he'd ordered Nurse Constance to page him. "Come up here," he said. "I want to be inside you." She stood, her thong still clinging to her upper thighs. Derek ripped it from her body with one savage jerk, causing her to gasp. She knelt astride him as he caressed her breasts with one hand and her vulva with the other. "I think you're ready," he said, grinning at her wetness and holding his cock straight up like a totem pole. Hands on his shoulders for support, she settled slowly onto his cock. Eyes closed and mouth open, she moaned low in her throat. When his cock was only halfway inside her Rebecca felt more filled than she'd ever been in her life, his hardness reaching places inside her that had never been touched before. She felt painfully stretched but loved every second of it.

After a few minutes of adjustment, most of his prodigious length was inside her and the sexy mom began to move her hips. Her pendulous breasts danced before his eyes and he reached for them. And that's when the intercom on his desk sounded. "Dr. Scott. Exam room three. Paging Dr. Scott." Rebecca couldn't know that exam room three was just across the hall. Derek stood with the lovely blonde still impaled on his shaft. Just a few more thrusts and she would cum...but he lowered her gently to the sofa. "Sorry baby. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"But Dr. Scott," she whined. "I can't just sit here naked in your office."

"Fine," he said, tossing her a hospital gown. "Put this on."

He carefully stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped up. The bulge at his fly was obscene as he stepped into the exam room to find Amanda squealing with pleasure, fingers gripping the nurse's head as it rooted between her legs. "Let me have some of that," he said without preamble, spinning the teen sideways on the exam table and flipping her legs over his shoulders. "Yes, fuck me," she said as he worked the head of his cock into her slippery hole. She helped by spreading the lips of her pussy with both hands. Nurse Constance stood, the lower half of her face slick with teenage cunt sauce, her expression that of a child whose candy has been taken away.

Amanda's head hung over the side of the table, the ends of her shiny chestnut hair dusting the floor. It occurred then to the older woman that on Friday night Amanda had enjoyed the attentions of three women pleasuring her, but had never returned the favor. That was about to be remedied. The hot nurse kicked off her shoes and quickly rolled down her tights, followed by her panties. Moving to the side of the table, she spread her legs directly over the sweet teen's face. "Eat me, baby," she said, and lifted the girl's head up to her cunt.

Amanda had never had a pussy this close to her face before. The woman's crotch was a bit sweaty from confinement in its nylon prison, and smelled of perspiration and arousal. Her pubic hair was thick and dense, and her dark-rimmed pussy lips protruded through the fur in rippling waves from the moist slit at the center. It was so unlike her own smooth pink orifice that the girl was fascinated. The older woman's cootchie over her face seemed to draw her in. "Go on, lick it," said Nurse Constance. Amanda stuck out her tongue hesitantly. The flavor was tangy and salty. She delved deeper, and found the center to be sweet. "Yeah, that's right," said the nurse, rubbing her gooey snatch in Amanda's face.

Mild revulsion gave way to curiosity. How could another woman have sex organs so very different from her own? She let her tongue wander over the meaty folds of the nurse's pussy. There was plenty to explore: they hung down nearly an inch. Amanda drank in the taste and soon the nectar started to flow. She drank that, too. The chestnut haired teen discovered the joy in giving pleasure to a woman, and nothing gave Nurse Constance greater joy than when Amanda began to rhythmically suck her clit.

Dr. Scott and his nurse faced each other over the body of the recumbent young beauty, and they smiled as their lips met. "I love it when a plan comes together," he said, plowing his dick into Amanda's tender fuckhole.

Nurse Constance only moaned in response, and held the luscious teen's face even tighter to her sloppy love tunnel. "Oh, god Derek. She's sucking my clit. Fuck! She's gonna make me cum...oh, yes! Fuck YEESSSS!" The sexy nurse threw her free arm around Dr. Scott's neck and held on as the spasms racked her body. Amanda's mouth was flooded with the older woman's copious juices. And she liked it.

"Okay," Derek said. "That's great. But I need to get back to some unfinished business in my office." He lifted the nurse's arm from his neck and slowly pulled his cock from the girl's tight teen pussy, causing her to groan with disappointment. "I'll be back in a few minutes," he promised. "Don't go away. Page me in five, Nurse."

This time he didn't even bother to try and force his cock into his trousers, but just let the front of his lab coat fall over it. When he reached his office across the hall, Rebecca was leaning back on his sofa and stroking her pussy, the hospital gown up around her waist. She quickly fell to her knees at his feet, looking up expectantly with her wide blue eyes. Derek undid the lower buttons on his lab coat, allowing his cock to fall through the opening. It was still shiny with Amanda's pussy juice, and he wondered how the sexy mom would react. She reacted by lifting his stiffy with her small hand and licking it from base to tip, then popped the head into her mouth. "Mmmmm," she said, still looking up at him. "I love the way your dick tastes after it's been in my pussy." Her tongue went up one side and down the other, lapping up her daughter's musky effluvia, thinking it was her own.

Dr. Scott looked down in amazement. His plan had worked. Lovely Rebecca was sucking Amanda's—her own daughter's—cunt sauce from his big black dick. Now only one step remained to make the situation truly perfect. "Get up," he said, and helped her to stand. After a quick kiss he forced her against the front of his big oak desk and eased her down onto her back. He lifted the hem of her gown to caress her tits. Rebecca didn't take her eyes from his as she guided his dick into her blonde honeypot. She locked her heels around his backside and pulled him in deep. She felt completely filled. The horny mom started cumming after only a dozen strokes. But her orgasm didn't just peak and taper off. A moment later she reached another peak even higher than the first, then another. Nothing mattered except the big dick inside her.

Derek was close to exploding and it took all his control to hold back. He had just pulled out when Nurse Constance paged him again. He bent down to kiss Rebecca. "Sorry," he told her. "Duty calls. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Hurry," she said.

When he reached the exam room a moment later Nurse Constance and Amanda were locked in a passionate souixante-neuf, with the older woman on top. He could see perfectly the hair pie between the nurse's wide-spread legs and Amanda's tongue as it plowed the moist furrow there. The lovely teen looked up at him as he approached the table. His dick was rock hard and jutted from the front of his lab coat. And it was coated with a slick layer of Rebecca's pussy juice. He placed a hand on the side of Amanda's face, directing her mouth to his cock. The green-eyed teenager abandoned the nurse's pussy and licked his shaft like a lollypop.

Derek was in heaven. Now he had the beautiful Amanda licking her own mother's fishy taco sauce from his cock. He could hardly believe his good fortune. Amanda, on the other hand, was thinking she should have douched before coming to the clinic. The thought didn't last long. She was too high on Demerol, the nurse's tongue at her clit, and especially on Dr. Scott's enormous love muscle sinking deep into her gullet.

Nurse Constance was mildly annoyed that Derek was hogging the favors of the swoon-worthy teenager. She was super horny, and he had taken the girl's sucking mouth away from her. "Derek, please," she said, looking back over her shoulder. "I need your cock." Figuring she'd already sucked all Rebecca's juices from it, he withdrew his cock from Amanda's throat, trailing a shiny ribbon of saliva, and eased into the nurse's sloppy cunt. Nurse Constance moaned and went back to licking teen pussy.




Amanda Ch. 06



Derek watched his cock slide in and out of the dark haired woman's fuckhole. Amanda watched, too. The teen could see every detail of the penetration only inches from her nose. She could see the pink inner folds of the nurse's cunt dragged in and out with the motion of the big black dick. She could see the greasy layer of natural lubricant coating the bulging-veined shaft. She could see drops of sweat running down the doctor's heavy black balls. She stuck out her tongue to catch them.

"Yes, lick my balls," he said. She complied, bathing his hairy scrotum with her delicate pink tongue. Then she gently sucked one of his testicles into her mouth and ran her tongue over it. The sensation was incredible.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned. She released it and performed the same routine on his other gonad. It almost pushed him over the edge. Derek wasn't ready to come yet—he had other plans. He pulled back until only the very tip of his cock was still lodged in the nurse's hairy hole. Amanda looked up at him past the thick black medical instrument just over her face. Derek looked down into her lovely green eyes. "Lick her clit as I fuck her," he said. 

Always eager to please, the young girl did just what he asked. She resumed her exploration of the nurse's slippery folds, licking the meaty lips as they stretched around the doctor's fat cock. Viscous fluid leaked from the point of entry and she lapped it up. She let her tongue stray from time to time to the underside of Dr. Scott's cock as it went in and out of the musky opening. That smell! It was almost overpowering, and seemed to trigger animal passions deep in the beautiful teen's psyche. She waited for the woman's orgasm to build. It didn't take long.

The sexy thirtysomething nurse had never felt anything like it: a huge cock buried in her vagina and a mouth on her pussy at the same time. After only a couple of minutes she was begging for release. "Suck my clit, baby, yes! Lick me! Oh, god, Derek, fuck me harder! Fuck! I'm gonna cum! YESSS!" Amanda latched onto the nurse's clit and sucked as her screams became unintelligible. Nurse Constance shuddered and grew weak, allowing her full weight to rest on the slender teen.

Again Derek almost lost control, and pulled his cock quickly from the still spasming slot. As he did so nearly half a pint of pussy cream flowed from the nurse's gaping tunnel, running over Amanda's face, down her cheeks, and into her open mouth. She gobbled it like sweet nectar. The model perfect teen looked up at Derek and licked her lips. "Mmmm," she moaned. "That was good. I want your cum now too, Dr. Scott." With her eyes glued to his, she reached out with her tongue and cleaned up the nurse's sopping pussy. "I want more cum, Doctor. Give it to me. What are you waiting for?"

Her voice was beginning to take on a manic edge, Derek noticed. That was just what he'd hoped for: the Demerol was wearing off and the LSD was kicking in.

"You want this cock, sweet thang?" he asked, shaking his stiff rod at her. It was just out of her reach.

"Yes I want it! Come over here and give it to me!" Her voice was almost shrill.

"Soon, baby," he grinned. "There's another matter I need to clear up. I'll see you in a few minutes."

"But Doctor..."

"Nurse Constance," he said, cutting her off. "It is now--," he looked at his watch, "eleven twenty-three. Put a gown on this girl and bring her to my office at exactly eleven thirty. Don't bother to knock, just bring her on in. Do you hear? EXACTLY eleven thirty."

"Derek, are you sure?"

"Just bring her in, goddammit! Eleven thirty on the dot."

"Fine. I hope you know what you're doing."

When he entered his office Rebecca was leaning against his desk smoking a cigarette, the hospital gown wrapped tight around her. "Well, Doctor," she said coolly. "Now that my, ahem, passions have been satisfied, maybe you can tell me about my daughter."

"Maybe you've been satisfied, but I haven't," he said, crossing the room. He snatched the cigarette from her fingers and dropped it in an ashtray. With his right hand on her shoulder, he reached down across her body with his left and lifted, flipping her upside down like a rag doll.

"Nooooo!" she wailed, reaching instinctively to protect her head with one hand while the other held the hem of the gown in place.

"It's time to take care of my needs now," he said. He carried her easily to the leather sofa and placed her on it so that her hips were against the backrest and her shoulders on the seat. Her head, with its flowing blonde hair, hung just over the edge of the soft leather seat cushion. She looked up at him, ready to let fly her anger. But when she saw his greased ebony shaft projecting obscenely through the front of his white lab coat, the words seemed to stick in her throat. She wanted that cock in her mouth again.

Derek bent and kissed Rebecca, then lifted her head to untie the gown. He pulled it from her body. "I want you naked," he said. He removed his trousers completely as the sexy mom watched from her inverted position. He stood before the sofa and spread his legs wide apart, then leaned forward. With one hand to hold himself up, he used the other to maul her big tits and pinch the nipples. "Now suck it," he ordered. He didn't have to say it again. 

Rebecca took his iron hard tool, still coated with the nurse's fuck juices, into her mouth. A small part of her brain told her that it tasted different than before, but she was too intent on the task at hand to listen. The task was as much as she could handle. Dr. Scott's cock was huge—even bigger and harder than before—and he seemed determined to shove it down her throat. She had never deep-throated a cock anywhere near this size in her life. She gagged and tears ran from her eyes, spoiling her mascara. She pushed him back and he relented, for the moment.

"You can do better than that," he said. "Just relax." And he shoved his cock in her mouth again, this time massaging her throat with his free hand. With her head back, Rebecca's throat lay open to his thrusts and the fat head of his dick squeezed past her tonsils. Eyes streaming, she managed to control her gag reflex. Though her jaw was stretched uncomfortably wide, she started to become excited by the feeling of being filled by this man's prodigious size. Of its own accord one of her hands found its way to her pussy, her fingers stroking the oozing gash. With her other hand she tickled his balls, causing him to groan with pleasure. He checked his watch. It was almost time.

He began to fuck the blonde mom's throat. As Derek's climax approached, his cock swelled to truly immense proportions, making it impossible for Rebecca to breathe. She clawed at him, but he had a rhythm going and wasn't about to stop. He checked the time again. Just a few more seconds, and he could feel the seed boiling up from his nuts. With a roar, he pulled his dick from Rebecca's mouth and jerked himself off. It only took a few strokes. The first huge shot landed on Rebecca's soft blonde pubic hair, the second on her stomach. He directed the rest to her lovely tits, gobs of thick white semen spattering first one breast then the other. He looked towards the door and there, as planned, stood Amanda. She wore a green hospital gown identical to the one on the floor by the sofa. 

Mouth open, eyes wide with horror, the girl was at first too stunned to move. Then her face dissolved into a mask of pure rage. "You bitch!" she screamed. "You fucking whore!" She charged towards the sofa, but Nurse Constance caught her around the waist and held on.

"Nurse!" Dr. Scott barked. "Why did you allow her to come in here?" 

Her only reply was a savage look as she held the struggling teenager, who continued to rage and curse at her mother. In less than a minute her strength seemed to fail, and she slid to her knees, weeping. Her cries were so forlorn, so pathetic, that Rebecca could not help crying herself. She was, after all, the girl's mother. Still nude and covered with Derek's cum, she knelt before her daughter and embraced her. She cooed soothing words and held Amanda's head tight against her bosom, stroking her hair. "I'm sorry, honey," she whispered. "I'm so sorry."

They remained locked in that pose for a minute or two until Amanda's sobs diminished. With tears still wet on her face and Rebecca's chest, the drug-addled teen became aware of something: the substance she craved so desperately was in reach. Her mother's breast was still covered with Dr. Scott's copious emission. She moved her head slightly to capture it with her tongue, and licked up a large glob. Rebecca was still speaking softly to her daughter and caressing her. She didn't notice immediately what was happening, but Derek Scott did, and so did Nurse Constance. He smiled in a self satisfied way, seeing the fruit of his planning happen there before his eyes. Nurse Constance shook her head in disgust. "You're sick," she mouthed silently at him.

Amanda continued to lap Derek's cum from her mother's breast. But when she reached the nipple and licked up a big dollop hanging there, Rebecca felt a tickle. Derek watched the change in her expression as awareness dawned. From tender and loving her face turned to a look of horror and revulsion. She pulled away in disgust. "No!" she cried. "What is wrong with you?" She stood quickly, causing Amanda to topple sideways to the floor, gown up around her waist. "You're not my daughter any more! You sicken me!" 

And that's when Amanda cracked up. The LSD had taken hold of her brain, and convinced her that her mother, Dr. Scott, and Nurse Constance had all conspired against her. She backed screaming into a corner, alternately hurling abuse at the three, then cursing her own stupidity for falling into their 'trap.' And in fact, she had fallen into a trap, but she couldn't know that her mother was a most unwitting player in the scheme.

Dr. Scott used the intercom on his desk to call for orderlies with a straight jacket. And that is how the gorgeous teenager, so recently innocent, came to be admitted to the mental health clinic where she had first volunteered only a week earlier.

***

Derek's fondest wish had come to pass. The sexy green-eyed teen with the slim body and huge tits was his to do with as he pleased. And he didn't let the opportunity go to waste. Amanda became the outlet for his darkest fantasies, which were many and varied. He dressed her as a school girl that needed a spanking from the 'headmaster.' He made her pretend she was receiving her first gynecological examination. He invited several of his former NBA teammates, all as big or bigger than he, to gang fuck her as he videotaped. He picked up filthy drunks from the streets and paid them to do her. On one of many outings, he took Amanda to a rough lesbian bar and watched as she serviced three of the patrons and a bartender in a dirty toilet stall. Another time he ordered her onstage during amateur night at a seedy ghetto strip club, then invited a dozen of the club's customers to the parking lot where she sucked them off in turn. He even allowed certain of the other patients, both male and female, to have their way with the luscious brunette teenager.

He made sure she got plenty of exercise, and was given a much healthier diet than the other patients. Derek wanted to preserve her looks for as long as possible. She was allowed to live separately from the other patients and given special clothes to wear, except for those occasions when his fantasy or her punishment called for her to be a part of the institution. Then she might have to live in a dormitory room with three truly crazy women and wear the drab clinic-issued clothing. When that happened, Amanda groveled at his feet to resume her elite status. Her reinstatement usually rested on the performance of an especially fiendish scenario dreamed up by the imaginative doctor. Once he forced her to be part of a ménage a trois with two grossly obese patients, one male and one female. After sucking and fucking them in every conceivable position, she was made to lick the man's cum from the woman's filthy snatch.

Nurse Constance knew she ought to report Dr. Scott's misconduct to the authorities. But she didn't, because she, too, was addicted to Amanda's charms. Derek allowed her to use the sexy teen when she wasn't busy fulfilling his perverse requirements. When Amanda's parents came to visit, she was drugged to induce a state resembling schizophrenia. As time went on, their visits grew less and less frequent. A few of Amanda's friends from school came to see her. Derek didn't even bother with the drugs then. When she told them she was being held against her will and she described some of the acts she was made to perform, they simply didn't believe her. They assumed that if she was in a loony bin then she must be loony. They soon stopped visiting.

Derek knew that this set up couldn't last forever. Amanda would get older, lose her looks, possibly grow too mentally unhinged to be used as his sex slave—for that was what she had become. Maybe he would be found out, disgraced, and have to spend the rest of his life in prison. But until that day, he was living the dream.