Alright you fantastic fucking whores, you’ve all asked for it. Second to last installment (until I meet my next Amanda). Asterisks show the way for the impatient and unwise.
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I live a rather mobile life, bouncing from the East coast to the Midwest, and down to Florida, and while it can be hard sometimes, the travel always forces me to meet new people. The moments you enter a hotel room, empty apartment, taxi cab or airport at four in the morning can be the most lonely, and without a partner to kiss goodbye one finds themselves ruminating (as animals must) on their most basic urges. I’d always found social life simple- enjoyable, certainly, but not something worth tearing one’s hair out over. I realized early on that, like most things, it was a skill that needed to be honed. I realize this may sound unsettling to some, but it’s simply in my nature to break down whatever I’m focused on into its basic elements. It’s part of what has gotten me recognized by peers and mentors I shouldn’t have been able to impress for another half decade at least.
And so, sitting in that empty aeroplane, edible in hand, I decided to turn that lens on myself and finally try to crack what I was feeling, and what would make me feel better. As complicated as people can be, it all really just comes down to that. Issue is, most try the wrong things, over and over. I had just finished a long period of isolation and had yet to tackle that question, instead choosing to fuck another man’s woman – not an experience I regret, mind you, check the story, but I didn’t find it helped. My phone buzzed, a text reminding me to “sleep on the plane!! xoxo.” So much for that.
So I put the edible away and sat myself by the window to think.
Fourteen hours later I was digging through my rucksack for my keys when my building door was yanked open, a brunette blur slamming into my chest as she screamed my name. We hugged tightly as she nuzzled herself into my chest. I gave the top of her head a kiss and we entered the elevator, going through the standard “how was the flight?” pleasantries as we leaned against opposite sides of the elevator. She looked nervous.
“Amanda, are you high? You good? Something wrong?” I asked.
“No,” she shook her head, “I’m fine.” She was sucking her lip and looking up at me, and I nearly laughed before realizing her actions were unconscious, her eyes darting to the ground then to my face, before quickly breaking eye contact again and glancing at my sweatpants.
“… Are you sure?”
“Yes! Just-” She crossed and leaned against me, my hand wrapping around her waist as hers dancing along my abdomen before playing with my waistband. She pressed her cheek into my chest, embarrassed, “its been a while…”
“Oh.” I was beyond exhausted, finally understanding her last text, but took a shaky breath- apparently there *are* some decent arguments for sleep deprivation. I reached down and squeezed her ass, “Soon, babe.”
Amanda’s small voice replied, “No. You don’t understand.” I felt her breathing deepen as her small, cold fingers slithered under my boxers and wrapped around me. Only half-hard, the contrast of temperature quickly made my dick expand quickly, Amanda’s desperate massaging egging me on as she turned her body and rubbed herself against me, and I let her struggle to stand on her tip-toes to reach my lips with her own.
“What don’t I understand?” I asked as she pulled my sweats and boxers low enough that my cock popped out.
She looked at me, then at my exposed dick and back as if I should get it already, but there was this strange anxiety to her I still wasn’t buying was just because of pent-up hormones.
She answered in a rush, “I mean, we did smoke, and, look- I may have done something bad, but, ugh! Look- it just depends on how you take it.”
“On me? Wait, *we*?”
She didn’t answer me this time, using her height to her advantage and just bending at the waist to suck my tip. With long licks, I was soaked, and she met each drop of my precum with her tongue.
Unfortunately, this all took place in a location that doomed us to break it off, and upon reaching the penultimate floor, we disembarked and entered our apartment. I quickly dropped my stuff in my room and yelled to Amanda who’d gone in her room, “Let’s talk after I shower, I feel disgusting.”
I took a long shower, the kind that fills the room with steam and relaxes the body completely, maybe half an hour long. I stepped out and partially dried myself, giving my long (for a man) hair a tousle before stepping out and into the living room.
There on the carpet, ankles and wrists all bound together, was a woman I’d never met. Her right cheek rested on the carpet and her eyes looked up at me, and telling from her eyes I’m sure she’d have given a cheery “hello!” if not for the ball gag in her mouth. I once again understood that text in a whole new way.
“Ok, slut, now you can make noise” said Amanda, continuing to push her strap-on into the woman slowly, stroking her ass tenderly before bringing her small hand down on it, forcing a small screech out each time and looking up at me each time she did, as if unsure how I’d react.
I knelt beside Amanda and kissed her on the neck before whispering in her ear, “Who is this?”
“Someone I’ve been entertaining while you’ve been gone… You had your fun too, right?”
I reached over and pulled the woman into doggystyle, or the closest she could manage, face pushed into the carpet. At a glance I could tell she’d enjoy anything I could think up, confirmed by how her moans seemed to grow enormously with her face being used as a support. Amanda started thrusting recklessly, but I positioned myself behind her and held her hips still, guiding her to tilt her hips and thrust at an angle, teaching her to make use of her length, and was again rewarded by an increase in volume from the gagged.
I had left the shower soft, but watching Amanda enjoy stretching her partner similarly to how I enjoy stretching Amanda was too much, so I sat on the floor and leaned against the wall, watching them, not touching myself, knowing my time would come when I’d take it.
“Amanda.”
Her head practically whipped towards me, eyes gluing to my cock. She glanced back down and pushed her slut off before pushing her on her side, strap on bouncing free.
I continued to guess at the dynamics floating before me. “Amanda- Let’s talk. She can service us as we do.”
Both their cheeks and chests flushed further, and Amanda unintentionally hit the woman in the face with her strap on as she reached to remove the gag, the woman’s upward facing eye closing for an instant, the bottom never moving, only alternating between my eyes and cock as Amanda’s had in the elevator. With a learned degree of roughness, Amanda guided the woman as she wriggled over to me, her mouth opening in anticipation, eyes begging and closing as Amanda dropped her head against my thigh. Her tongue snaked out, desperate, and started to wet the part of my balls and the bottom of my cock that she could reach. Amanda came and kissed me, kneeling, her hand weaving through the woman’s hair.
“So, how long have you two known one another?”
Amanda saw my glance downwards and smirked, the glint in her eye reflecting my own.
“Oh this? We’ve been playing for two or three weeks now. When I brought this up to our pet, her pussy nearly broke my fingers.”
Here our pet moaned, her tongue and tongue still pressed into my balls, Amanda only reacting by reaching back nonchalantly to plant a firm spank or two, forcing the woman’s hot breath to moan forward and tickle my untrimmed hairs.
“Amanda I hope you haven’t been doing *all* the work” I had an idea, an image, an idea – a painting, which splashed across my mind in an instant, “and later on I’ll show you exactly what I think the ‘this’ is that you’re talking about.”
She gave me a look, excited, but knowing not to ask any more. “No, I’ve been using her quite a bit for myself, but, sir…”
“But?” I took the obvious bait, smiling.
“But, sir, we both always came hardest when I’d play the videos you and I made. I’m sorry, sir, it just felt-” Amanda gasped as I reached down and started to play with her pussy, my fingers thumb rubbing against her thigh as my other fingers toyed with her clit and lips before slipping inside, drawing her closer to me.
“Keep going.”
“Yes sir” Amanda swallowed, and we locked eyes as she continued, “It just felt so good, sir, sometimes I’d even make her fuck me with the strap on as we watched the videos of you holding me down. She can’t say no, she loves to be pushed, so I-” Amanda’s back arched as I inserted another finger and curled all but one, stretching and rubbing along her at the same time. As she continued speaking, Amanda grabbed our pet’s hair again, forgotten at the base of my dripping cock, and lifted her lips to my tip before forcing her down my length all at once, only stopping her push when I my eyes flickered, showing discomfort. Amanda guided our pet through a ruthless facefuck as we spoke, not even glancing down.
“That night I watched the video of us- the one where you wouldn’t let me up, even when I begged you not to cum inside- that was the only night she ever used the safeword, I couldn’t help but take it out on her, daddy…” Amanda looked down as she forced our pet down even further, playing with her clit as the nameless woman started to choke. “Do you like her throat daddy?”
“It’s… alright.”
“Want more?” Asked Amanda, her breathing quickening as she lifted pet’s head off, long strands of precum and spit keeping us connected as pet heaved in air before Amanda buried my cock back in her throat.
“No, I think it’s past time I taste you.”
Amanda dropped our pet’s hair immediately, leaving her to strain her neck to suck me. I hadn’t been able to focus on the sensations until I scooted onto my back, but she was excellent, her tongue swirling and her mouth rabid, eagerly bobbing as Amanda went to sit on my face.
“Wait-” I said, and flipped our pet over on her back before turning over myself, pushing my cock down and into her mouth as I dragged Amanda’s small frame towards me, her legs wrapping around my neck and shoulders as my tongue flicked out to tease her clit. With a third finger added Amanda started to moan, her volume rising and falling with each breath. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at the top of my head, watching my lips pull at and play with her clit, my tongue making firm but teasingly lazy circles around it as my fingers thrust deeper and drew back further. Her eyes traveled down my back and to my hips, and I felt her lean to the side to watch our pet’s eyes water as I pressed my hips down, Amanda’s pussy tightening up as she watched.
“Daddy?”
“Mmhmm?” I sucked on her clit.
“Could you- could I taste you?”
I looked up at Amanda with a smile and sat back on my haunches, pulling our pet by the hair to force myself deeper.
“Let’s go then.”
First we unbound our pet, leaving only her wrists tied together, then walked her to Amanda’s bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and they both knelt in front of me, Amanda pushing her to the side to taste me, putting on a show as our pet watched, her bound wrists in her lap as she waited.
“Get under your miss, whore.”
“Yes, sir” came her quiet voice, the first words she’d spoken to me as she scrambled to slide herself under Amanda’s hips, who promptly ground her pussy down on our property.
Amanda gave a moan and a smile as she pulled her pretty little mouth off my cock, slowly jacking me as she sucked and licked my balls, looking up to see my head tilt back in ecstasy. This was what I’d wanted, a perfect display of our hierarchy, Amanda using our pet as she serviced me. I let us all enjoy the moment for a couple minutes, my breathing settling as Amanda forced herself down my dick, looking up for my approval. To show her, I gathered her hair in one hand and forced her down further, thrusting upwards as my cock slid deeper down her throat. I held her there, suffocating for my pleasure, and when her hands gripped my thighs said,
“You’re *such* a good girl.”
Her hands dropped away and I smiled, knowing just what made her pussy ache giving me a rush, and I started to fuck her throat like that, a hand on the back of her head as my other gathered her wrists and held them behind her, pressing them against her back to force more of myself down her throat. Amanda was taking unsteady breaths through her nose, her eyes dripping as my cock flexed in her throat.
“Fuck, baby, your perfect little mouth is just what I needed. You’ll take every drop, won’t you?”
I pulled her off as if to let her speak, but as soon as she’d had a breath I pulled her forward again. I was standing now, our pet forced to strain herself to continue following my commands as Amanda was dragged along with me. Her tongue stroked the bottom of my cock, flicking from the tip to the base no matter how cruelly I pressed her nose into my pelvis, her eyes shutting, tears leaking out before she look back up at me desperately. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck- **FUCK!**” I held my cock deep as Amanda’s throat flexed and massaged me as she swallowed, each shot making me spasm and force her down a bit further. Her tongue swirled around me, licking the bottom of my shaft as I lazily used her mouth to milk every drop before dropping back onto the bed, exhausted. She leaned forward without a word, her deep breathing interrupted by how her licks and how she sucked my softening cock, humming as her tongue circled it. It grew again in her mouth, and Amanda finally got it back to a point where she could choke on it again.
I just watched as she licked from base to tip, worshiping my cock, as she ground her pussy into our pet’s face as she started to near an orgasm.
“Don’t cum- I want you in my lap.”
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Let me know if you want more.
Yes! I lied about the asterisks. Read it or don’t, not like I’m being paid. This is for me and those who enjoy hearing my voice. Amanda really is such a delightful little slut.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iurz3x/mff_me_and_my_roommate_entertain_ourselves_v