Amanda

AMANDA By Joe James Amanda was excited and she allowed her fingers to slip down her stomach as she lay back, soaking, in the relaxing bath she had just run. She speculated on events to come and as she did so, her fingers instinctively, moved between her legs. Raising herself on her elbows she looked down her curvaceous body. Her skin was clear and soft and slightly pinked by the hot water she rested in. "Yes," she thought, "I guess I am getting myself ready to be whored, but I wonder if I'll get the opportunity?" Her partner away on business, Amanda had faced a dull few nights alone. On impulse, she had rung the number of an old flame but to her disappointment and perhaps, relief, he had not been around. She had satisfied herself with a vibrator but good as it was, it did not satisfy her mentally. She wanted excitement and was bored. Her mood had been dispelled completely by a phone call. Her ex-lover had called back and perhaps tempted by the nervous excitement in her voice had revealed that he would be passing through her town and could drop in if she would like him to. Trying not to sound too excited, Amanda had arranged that he call around in a couple of hours even though the late hour would be an invitation to stay the night. She had prepared herself carefully and the bath was part of the preparation. Once out she towelled herself carefully and inspected her body in the mirror. Paul liked curvy women and Amanda was certainly that. She applied scent and powder and then sat down naked to arrange her hair. It was dark outside and she could hear the sound of wind and rain on her bedroom window. -Her hair completed, she moved to look out of the window, peeping through a gap in the curtains. It was certainly a foul night and she could see two youths walking along the pavement that ran outside her house, their heads down in an effort to escape the worst of the weather. On impulse, she moved back to the light switch and turned the room light off. Returning to the curtains she slipped between the gap so that if they should look up, the lads would be presented with the sight of her, topless. Just when she was sure that they would not notice her, one of them happened to flick his head up to dislodge some drops of water from his face. The movement caused him to raise his eyes and he stopped dead in his tracks. His companion had walked on a few paces, before realising that his mate was no longer with him, he turned round and also spied Amanda. Both boys were rivetted to the spot and Amanda remained motionless for several seconds before passing back through the curtains and out of their sight. She had pretended to be fascinated by the sky so hoped that the boys would not be aware that she knew they had seen her. She slipped on a pair of tiny white pants that she knew would turn Paul on and was just fastening the matching bra when she heard the doorbell. Hurriedly donning a dressing gown, she skipped down the stairs to the door, expecting to see the outline of Paul through the fluted glass. Instead she was greeted by the sight of two outlines and she opened the door cautiously on the chain. It was the two lads she had flashed to, both breathing heavily and looking nervous. Her wickedness returning, Amanda teased them. "Yes? What can I do for you?" They looked at each other in indecision, then both began to stammer at once. "Erm, can we?" "Er, would you?" "Yes? I am busy you know." Amanda toyed with them. "Was there something you wanted?" One of them, (who Amanda judged to be about 16 or 17) finally plucked up courage. "We saw you in the window and " "We thought you looked fabulous," the other one interrupted. Amanda moved back into the room, allowing the two boys to follow her. Almost not daring to breathe, they trailed her into the lounge. "You'd better leave your coats in the porch," she suggested. "I suppose you want a hot drink?" "Uh? Oh yes, please." the larger of the two agreed. "Or was there something else you wanted?" The boys looked at each other. "Did you let us see you on purpose?" the smaller lad, who introduced himself as Peter, asked. "How well can I trust you?" Amanda quizzed them. "Absolutely, honest," the larger, whose name was Steven, assured her. We're only here for the night visiting relatives but we got so bored we went for a walk and got lost." Amanda stood up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "I did let you see me on purpose. Did you like what you saw?" "You were fantastic," Steven whispered. "I've never seen a real woman nude before. You were amazing." Flattered, Amanda found herself being drawn along by events. "If I let you see me again, you must never tell anyone. No mates, girlfriends or anyone. OK?" Hurriedly the boys both pledged undying secrecy. "Yes, until they get back to Manchester," Amanda thought to herself. "Sit down on the settee, both of you," she commanded. Doing as she said, they fell back on to the settee as Amanda moved in front of them. She began to sway in time to the music playing quietly in the background and started to toy with the fastenings of her gown. Once undone she allowed it to hang down so that the boys were treated to tantalising glimpses of her flesh and underwear as she swayed. "Do you want me to take it off?" she asked. The boys just moaned in response and Amanda was excited to see the growing bulges in the front of their jeans. Slowly she slipped the gown down her shoulders, holding it in front of her breasts. The boys were breathing heavily, their eyes glued to her swaying figure. Releasing her hold, Amanda allowed the robe to fall to the floor. She stood motionless while the boys absorbed the sight. "Wow!" Peter exhaled eventually. "You're wonderful!" agreed Steven. Spurred on by their encouragement, Amanda reached behind her to undo her bra. She paused, arms behind her back, her eyes seeking theirs and reading the pleading in their faces. She unfastened the bra, allowing it to slip off but kept her breasts concealed behind her arms. "Do you want to see my breasts?" she teased again. "Oh, please. We'll do anything you ask, won't we Paul?" "You bet," his friend agreed as Amanda lifted her arms above her head to reveal herself to them. The boys drank in the sight of Amanda's magnificent breasts. She lowered her arms and took a breast in each hand, weighing and caressing them in turn. She extended her finger and thumb on each hand and began to roll her nipples between her fingers. Soon her nipples were fully erect and she half closed her eyes in enjoyment at what she was doing. She sensed rather than saw the boys move to her side and felt their tentative touches on her breasts. Allowing them to take over, she lowered her hands to her side before brushing the trousers of each lad in turn to confirm what she already suspected. Their young pricks were bursting to get out of their trousers and as she stroked each boy in turn, they whimpered in delight. She felt herself being steered in the direction of the settee and allowed herself to fall down into a sitting position. "Your turn now," she ordered the boys. Shyly, they looked at each other before removing everything except their boxer shorts. "Come here Peter," Amanda hooked her finger at the lad who obeyed instantly. She reached forward and took the waistband of his shorts in her hands. Looking straight into his eyes, she slowly lowered his shorts allowing his prick to spring out. He stepped out of them and remained uncertainly in front of her. "Do you like this?" she asked, beginning to caress his prick and balls. The lad just nodded in reply, his eyes closed in ecstasy. A drop of fluid glistened on the end of his prick and Amanda toyed with it with her thumbnail, provoking further groans from her captivated youth. "Have you ever had a woman suck you off?" she asked the boy. Peter opened his eyes wide in astonishment. "Would you do that for me?" he asked, almost not daring to believe she might. Amanda smiled. "What would you do in return?" "Anything, anything at all. Honestly." Slipping on to her knees in front of the lad, Amanda again sought his eyes with hers. "Are you sure you mean that?" she repeated. "Yes, really. I promise." Leaning forward slightly, Amanda licked the tip of Peter's prick. He shuddered in delight and rested his hands on her shoulders. Opening her mouth wider, she allowed him to insert his prick into her mouth where she could taste the salty pre-come juice. She bit him gently and heard him moan in response and then toyed with the hole in the tip by slipping her tongue into it. Once more, Peter's response was to moan in delight and he began to dig his finger tips into her shoulders and to thrust his hips forward in a regular motion. In effect, he was fucking her mouth. She felt Steven move behind her and opened her legs slightly to allow him to stand, then kneel between them. His hands crept around her and began to play with her breasts, pulling and tweaking at her nipples. Reaching behind her, she discovered that he had discarded his boxer shorts and his erect prick brushed against the cheeks of her bottom as he leant forward. The sensation was electrifying to her and she inadvertantly bit hard on Peter's penis. Continuing to suck, she stroked Peter's balls and allowed her hand to move between his legs and onto his bottom. He quivered in delight, and she began to probe with her longest finger the tightness between his cheeks. Simultaneously, she felt Steven's prick pushing more insistently between her own cheeks and tried to relax to ease his passage. Disappointed, she felt him withdraw but her regret was dispelled by the sound of him spitting on to his fingers. She knew what he had in mind and shivered as his fingers began to smear his saliva between the cheeks of her bottom. The fingers were replaced once more by his erect prick which, with its passage lubricated, now succeeded in probing deeply between her cheeks. He was not huge but his prick was perfectly formed; the skin so soft Amanda wondered whether it might tear in the assault on her bottom. She returned to the task in front of her. Peter was becoming agitated and was murmuring excitedly. "I'm coming, I'm coming," he whispered urgently. Amanda looked up and reassured him with her eyes. Pausing briefly, she allowed his prick to slip out of her mouth. "If I allow you to come in my mouth, what will you do for me?" she asked. "Whatever you ask," he replied. Taking him into her mouth once more, she renewed her caressing of his body. She forced her finger up between his cheeks and sought the hole. It was tight and almost defeated her efforts to penetrate him but by twisting her finger, she managed to force entry and this proved all Peter could take. She felt the sperm leave his balls and traced its passage up his prick before it exploded into her mouth. A jet of spunk hitting the back of her throat almost caused her to gag but she controlled herself by swallowing rapidly as he came and came. "Oh God! Oh God!" he cried out pulling at Amanda's hair wildly before subsiding into calmness in front of her. Steven meanwhile had almost reached his target and Amanda could feel the tip of his prick probing her anus. Undecided, she pondered whether to let him or pull forward away from him. The decision was made for her however as he suddenly succeeded in penetrating her. Seizing her hips he began to bang her arse with some force causing her to drop forward onto all fours. She knew now that she was being buggered in front of an audience and yet could not care less. The sensation from such a slim prick was exquisite and when Peter lay on his back and slipped beneath her to lend his tongue to the joint effort she was almost overcome. "Yes, yes," she urged them on as together they whored her. She could feel Steven building up to a climax in her arse and the sensation of Peter's tongue on her cunt was fabulous. Soon he was slipping two fingers into her, at the same time as licking her clitoris and she felt that she would collapse if it carried on much longer. She felt her own orgasm welling up as Steven behind her began to cry out in ecstasy. Her orgasm was a wonderful mix of sensations including the sense of spreading warmth in her bottom as Steven spunked into her and the exquisite delicacy of Peter's touch beneath her. Delirious, she rolled on to her back and allowed the boys to satisfy themselves by exploring her cunt and breasts. "Good?" she enquired, when she had at last calmed down. "Out of this world," they agreed in unison. "My turn now," she informed them climbing up onto the settee. "Do I need to remind you of your promises? I believe, it was 'anything'?" The boys looked at each other and shrugged. "No, we are not wimping out," Steven said resolutely. "What do you want to do?" "Oh nothing too much," Amanda teased. "Real men would have no problem. I assume," she enquired, her eyes open wide, "that you are real men?" The boys realised the trap they had dug for themselves but neither was prepared to back out and risk not being a "real man". "What do you want us to do?" Steven repeated. "I like to play a game called teacher and the naughty boys," Amanda began. "I'm the teacher and you are the naughty boys. You know, I imagine, what happens to naughty boys?" The boys nodded, avoiding her eyes. "They get punished," Peter murmured. "Correct," Amanda agreed standing up and replacing her dressing robe. Her voice had taken on an authority that had not been present before and the boys detected a note in it that spelled trouble if they disobeyed. She walked towards the stairs and took a couple of steps up before turning around to face them. "Well, who's going to be first?" she challenged them. The lads looked at each other and then back at her. "I will," Peter said as he suddenly got to his feet. "I'm not bothered." Amanda smiled at him. "Come on then." Once they were on the landing she told him to wait outside the bedroom door and not to enter until he was invited to. She went in and closed the door and Peter waited nervously, trying to interpret the sounds he heard from inside. "Punishment?" he pondered. "What kind of punishment?" The door opened again and a hand beckoned him in. He walked into the bedroom and saw that the top sheet had been removed on the satin covered bed. Turning to Amanda he gasped in astonishment and excitement at her appearance. She was dressed in black leather pants and a black camisole. Black stockings and suspender belt completed the outfit but excited as Peter was by her appearance, it was not the outfit that caught his eye, but the whip she held in her hand. He breathed in heavily and suddenly and Amanda interpreted his sigh as fear. "Don't worry," she said. "I'm not going to eat you but you have been a naughty boy and you must be punished mustn't you?" Peter just nodded his acquiescence as she drew him to her and allowed him to lay his face onto her breasts. He heard her drop the whip and the clink of something as opened the bedside drawer. She took one of his hands and placing it behind him, he felt the cold of something metallic encircling his wrist. Seconds later the other hand was similarly ensnared and he realised that she had slipped a pair of handcuffs on him. The sensation of being restrained was frightening at first but the growing erection in his boxer shorts indicated another form of excitement. Amanda continued to caress and hug him, whispering all the time into his ear. "You're not going to let your mate see that you're a wimp are you? This is what real people get up to you know. You just tell me when you're ready to begin." Peter tested the handcuffs behind his back. They were the real things alright and he knew that resistance was useless. He could hardly start crying so taking a deep breath he raised his head. "I can take anything you want to give, so shall we get on?" Amanda led him to the side of the bed so that he was facing it. Amanda moved behind him and he felt her drawing his boxer shorts down. Once more his prick sprang out and he felt her slip her hand between his legs and caress him briefly. "Kneel down." The edge of authority had returned to her voice and Peter obeyed instantly. Turning his head to the side he could see Amanda retrieving the whip. He began to breathe quickly and buried his face in the soft bed. Once more he felt Amanda exploring between his legs, her hands soft and cool. This time she was rubbing some cream between the cheeks of his bottom and he wondered what was to come. Her finger tip began to probe his anus, opening and pushing. There was a feeling of breathlessness as he was penetrated but the sensation was not unpleasant and he began to enjoy the experience. A soft buzzing became audible and he wondered what she was up to now. The buzzing became a vibration on his bottom as Amanda used the cream to lubricate the entry of the vibrator into his arse hole. Peter had never felt anything like it before and he cried out. "OK, OK," whispered Amanda. "Just take it Peter." Having little choice, Peter tried to relax and enjoy the sensation. Soon he was delighting in the experience and was disappointed when Amanda withdrew the vibrator. "What have I just done to you?" she asked him. "You buggered me," he whispered in reply. Would he ever be able to tell Steven what he had done, he wondered? "That's right and now you have to pay the price for being a naughty boy." Bracing himself, Peter saw Amanda move out of his sight. Once more something was slipped between his legs. Something about the girth of a prick but rougher and longer. "That's the handle of the whip," Amanda informed him. "Do you like it?" Unsure of how to respond, Peter said nothing. "Of course the other end is more important," he heard Amanda say. He heard her take a step back and then there was a sudden swish and he felt a burning pain across his bottom. Once more the handle was slipped between his legs briefly before the stroke was repeated. After four strokes, his arse felt like it was on fire and it was with a real sense of relief that Peter heard Amanda lay the whip down. She moved towards him and helped him to his feet. Once more she allowed him to bury his face in her soft breasts for a few seconds before gently pushing him back on to the bed. He lay back across the bed with his legs hanging off the far side. His knees were curled over the edge of the mattress so that his feet rested lightly on the floor. Amanda sat beside him and began to stroke his prick. Soon she was drawing the skin up and down and Peter began to forget the pain of his burning bottom. "Would you like me to suck you?" Amanda asked him. Opening his eyes, Peter nodded. "Please." "There is a price to pay of course," Amanda warned him as she lowered her head onto his prick. Peter's fears were dispelled by her wonderful touch. She licked the length of his prick and allowed him to thrust his penis deep into her throat. She moved her lips from one end of his prick to the other so that when she had taken him most deeply, her face was buried in his pubic hair. At the same time, she used her long elegant nails to scratch his balls and combined with the soft nipping of his prick by her sharp teeth he was soon mesmerized by her. She moved off him and climbed astride his chest. Working her way up him, she positioned herself so that her cunt was directly above his face. He responded by licking her hard and thrusting his tongue into her hole. He ran his tongue from hole to hole then he began to suck her clitoris into his mouth and bite it with little nibbling acts that soon began to blow her mind. Eventually, she could not resist grinding her cunt on his face so that he had to turn to one side in order to take a breath. "Was that the price I had to pay?" he asked. Climbing off him, Amanda shook her head gently. "You know that it was not. You have to be punished again." He did not move as she retrieved the whip and came back to stand at the end of the bed. She was now at right angles to him and she moved so that she was standing directly in line with his thighs. "On your chest, or on your thighs?" she asked him. Scared again, Peter could not reply. Amanda looked at him then shrugged. She lay the tail of the whip across his legs and drew it back behind her. Peter shut his eyes as the whip flew over her shoulder. The pain was intense, but, to his amazement, exquisite. Three more strokes followed before she lay down the whip, turned him over and released him from the handcuffs. "What do you say?" she asked him. "Thank you, miss," he replied rubbing his burning legs as he restored his boxer shorts. Sitting downstairs while Steven underwent the same treatment, Peter considered the events of the evening. "It must be a dream" he told himself but the heat of his legs and bum suggested otherwise and when Steven and he were on their way home, the humiliation of what they had undergone was more than enough to ensure that it would remain a lifelong secret. Following the departure of the boys, Amanda just had time to wash and change before there was a quiet knock at the door. Approaching it again in her silky robe, she recognised the outline of Paul in the glass. She opened the door and was greeted by the man who stood outside. "Amanda! How wonderful to see you," he laughed and drew her towards him in a hug. "Come in quickly," she welcomed him. "someone will see us out here." "But you know that's what I like," he laughed. Amanda regarded him quizzically. "What do you mean?" She knew he was the only man that could dominate her and she was apprehensive about his power over her. "I love to flash you, don't I? This is as good a place as any." She felt her robe being lifted up behind her so that her pants came into view beneath it. "Paul! Someone might see," she protested. "They'd have seen a lot more if they'd been parked outside your house like I have for the last half hour." Amanda was shocked. How much had he seen or worked out? "The lads aren't the only ones who need punishing," he teased her. She hung her head. There was no point in denying it. He must have seen the outlines through the curtains and worked it out. "Well?" he asked her. She shrugged in response and did not object when he began to unfasten her robe. Slowly opening it he slid it off her shoulders. Dressed now in matching pants, bra and suspender belt she shivered in the cold night air. Paul threw her robe into the house through the open door and moved to arms' length to admire her. "You are fantastic," he murmured. The rain was beginning to render her underear see through and the dark mass between her legs was becoming clearly visible. "Walk to the lamp post and back," he ordered. "You're joking," she protested indicating that the post was about twenty yards away. "Either that, or," his voice trailed away. "I daren't," she argued. "Suppose some one saw me and told my man?" "OK, but don't say that you had no choice." He walked past her into the house and she followed closing the door behind her. Removing his coat he accepted the drink she offered him and sat down. After a few minutes small talk about nothing in particular, he suddenly seemed to come to a decision. "Strip," he ordered. She rose to her feet and began to dance. Her earlier exploits with the boys came back to her and she could feel herself getting excited. Soon she was wearing only her stockings and suspender belt and Paul stood up and approached her. He kissed her passionately, his tongue searching her mouth, probing the depths much as the boys' pricks had done earlier. Finally, breathless, he broke away and looked at her. "You are gorgeous," he complimented her. "And you don't change," she responded. "Still the same forceful Paul." "But you like powerful men don't you Amanda?" he asked, sure of the answer. "You know I do," she confirmed. He took her by the hand and led her over to he lounge window that overlooked the pavement outside. Moving first to turn off the room lights, he drew the curtains open and placed Amanda's hands on the window ledge. "Paul," she murmured. "someone might see." "Good," he grunted as he moved behind her. She heard him unzipping himself and felt the tip of his prick on her bottom. "What have you been up to?" he asked her. "Your bum is nicely pink." Dropping her head, Amanda mumbled the answer. "One of the boys took a shine to my bum and he, he," "Buggered you," offered Paul. Amanda could only nod her head. "Well I'm not going to waste it there," he assured her as his prick probed between her legs. She moved up on to tip toes as he found the right place and pushed into her. "Aagh!" she cried out, surprised by the girth of his prick. "It's OK," he assured her as he settled down to a steady rhythm. "Just take it my love. You know I love to whore you." "And I love to be whored," Amanda thought to herself as his fucking brought her to another orgasm. Her tits bounced and wobbled on the window sill as she groaned first in delight and then in disappointment as he withdrew. "Lie down, quickly," he commanded. She did as she was told and he quickly knelt beside her. "Finish me off by hand," he told her and Amanda reached up for his prick. He was very close to coming and it was only a matter of seconds before his hot thick spunk cascaded over her face, neck and breasts. Eventually subsiding, he sat back on his haunches and looked at Amanda. She lay flushed by her fucking and glistened in the spunk that covered her. She was an incredible woman, Paul reflected. A woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it. A woman who could play many roles and who would live life to the full. A magnificent creature. 5075 1.19/512345