Amanda Holden Switches to Dark Hair [2]
Upon returning home at 1 p.m., Amanda discovers the house empty, quite typical for a Saturday. The idea of a warm bubble bath starts crossing through her mind.
As she indulges in the bath, her thoughts subconsciously weave back to the events of the previous night. Thoughts of being submissive, the glory hole, and the large black cock dominate her mind. This reminds her of the struggles she faced while gagging on this man's gargantuan member.
She pulls aside the bubbles with her hand, locating her clitoris. Memories of the dark, intimate alleyway and the anonymous encounter flood her imagination.
The peace and quiet inside her bathroom are interrupted by the sound of her daughter, Lexi, arriving home.
"Mom, are you here?"
"Yes, sweetie, I'm in the bath," replies Amanda.
As Lexi walks in, both mother and daughter are not surprised by seeing each other naked. This is their daily routine. Amanda's heart jumps with pride when she gazes upon her daughter, astonished by her beauty.
"How was your trip, Mom?" asks Lexi.
"A waste of time, really. Just an interview for a radio broadcast which could've been done on the phone," replies Amanda.
Lexi laughs, "Well, you didn't miss out on much here. Dad's gone to rugby, and Momma's hanging out at Sophie's."
Both Amanda and Lexi slip into a heartfelt family conversation. After a while, the heat from the bath starts to dissipate, prompting Amanda to request a towel from Lexi and get her to boil some tea.
By the time Amanda descends the staircase in a fluffy bathrobe, the water has boiled. Lexi is busy scrolling through her phone. Her face suddenly displays a hint of confusion as she discovers a friend request from none other than Les Dennis, Amanda's ex-husband.
"Mom, is Les Dennis your ex-husband? He just friend request me."
"Ignore him, sweetie, or maybe even block him."
"But mum, surely he can't be that bad. You married him, right?" Lexi asks.
"I was young and immature back then," Amanda replies, feeling embarrassed.
Amanda is fuming. Les had promised to maintain a distance from Lexi. The fact that he was now requesting to become friends infuriates her. She grabs her phone, making a call up to Les's number.
"Hello, bitch, ready for more already?" Les purrs.
"Hell no! You promised you'd keep away from my daughter, yet you're sending her friend requests!"
Les laughs, "Take it easy, sweetheart. I'm only being friendly. Didn't your daughter accept my friend request? I took a look at her photos and can't deny your daughter is beautiful."
Feeling her heart sink to her stomach, Amanda yells, "Please don't touch her. You promised!"
Before she can respond, Les abruptly ends the call.
This shocking realization that Les has her bound to his wishes leaves Amanda devastated. The thought of Les laying his hands on her daughter is enough to cause her nausea and anger.
She reenters the living room, adopting a cheerful tone while chatting with Lexi. Despite her husband's sexual pleasures being on her mind, she tries to keep things light.
The upcoming days follow the regular routine of early morning radio shows, media campaigns, and family time at home. Amanda has started instigating sexual activities with her husband, but all the while her mind wanders to her glory hole escapade.
As Friday approaches, Amanda begins considering calling Les. She locates the piece of paper with "Big Cock" written on it in her bag. She stares at it in disbelief before dialing the given number. He won't recognize her number; there's no need for her to feel concerned.
"Hello, it's Harry who wants him?"
"Hello, it's Amanda. You gave me your number last week."
"Amanda? What do you want?" asks the voice, masked by the noise of an engine roar.
"I was wondering if you'd be keen on a meeting," Amanda suggests.
"Hmm, what do you want my meat for again, slut?"
"Yes, please."
"Alright then, I'll be at the truck stop next to the M25 on Saturday night. I'll be there by 9 p.m. She's supposed to come looking for me. Oh, and make sure you're wearing nude-colored stockings, no panties, and high heels underneath your coat."
"I understand," Amanda confirms, filled with fear.
Harry laughs, his voice echoing through the phone lines.
Can't believe what I've just done," Amanda thought to herself, clutching her phone.
Saturday night brings Amanda's decision to deceive her spouse into thinking that she's visiting Alan Carr's place for a dinner meeting about their new television show. With Alan's help, she manages to create a believable cover story. Amanda selects her raincoat to top off her clothing ensemble, mentally preparing herself for the long drive to the motorway services to change into the outfit that Les requested.
At 9 pm, Amanda parks her car in the truck stop lot. Gazing at the truck parking zone, she sees numerous trucks lined up. With her phone in hand, she glances at the picture Harry sent her.
Ensuring her coat is properly buttoned over her bare skin, Amanda steps out of the car and starts walking towards the trucks. Her high heels' clicking sound reverberates in the still night. A few truck drivers give her a leering look.
Suddenly, Amanda spots the truck in the photo - curtains drawn on the windows and a light illuminating from within.
Taking a deep breath, Amanda goes up to the truck and lightly knocks on the driver's side door.
The door opens. "Hey slut, nice to see you again." Harry smirks, his head towering over Amanda.
"Hello, Harry." Her heart pounds in her chest. Commitment cannot be undone now.
"Climb up, slut."
Removing her coat, she hands it to Harry. Stripped of her coat, Amanda steps into the cab.
Within the vehicle's interior, it smells of stale sweat and cigarette smoke. In the back is a single bunk bed.
"Want more of my black meat, slut?"
Amanda nods.
Harry takes a sip from his tea mug. "To be honest, when you went down on me at the glory hole, I didn't realize it was actually Amanda Holden. I thought it was just some random whore."
Amanda shudders, feeling humiliated by his words.
"Would you like a drink, or should we get down to the main event?"
Amanda glances towards the bed. Harry chuckles.
"I'm raring to go. Okay, get undressed."
Naked, Amanda steps towards the bed. Taking a deep breath, she feels a rough hand run along her nylon-clad thigh. Harry moves towards her to kiss her. His breath is pungent with smoke as his tongue probes her mouth.
Harry's large hands pull her thighs apart and messily gropes her.
"Ready for my black meat, slut?"
"Oh God, yes! I love it. Give it to me, Harry, please."
Harry laughs. "Lay on the bed, I'm going to fuck you."
Amanda hocks her body onto the bed while Harry climbs on top of her. Inching closer, his cock head touches her lips.
Tasting urine and sweat, Amanda opens her mouth to envelop the cock.
Harry's fingers work their way in and out of her while she relishes on his dick.
"You're quite a slut, Amanda," Harry chuckles. "When I saw you on TV, I suspected."
Amanda tries to take more of his cock in her mouth while a third finger enters her. Unknowingly, her ass is penetrated by a single finger. She cringes, but the incessant slut within her takes over as she delights in the experience of being anally violated.
Suddenly, Amanda is lifted off the bed and turned over so she's on all fours. Harry transfers swiftly to her from behind and enters her, stretching her irrevocably.
Her screams echo in the cab.
Harry keeps her in place until she's able to adjust, then gradually increases his pace. He plows into her cunt mercilessly.
"Did you want this, slut?"
"Oh God, yes! I love it. Fuck me, Harry, please."
A monstrous orgasm rips through Amanda's body, her screams filling the cab.
Harry halts, still embedded in Amanda before he escorts her back onto the bunk.
Without further ado, Amanda turns and takes his cock into her mouth, cleaning it as best she could.
Harry smirks down at her. "We have one heck of a dirty little slut here."
In the cramped quarters of the tiny bed, Harry scoops up Amanda and deposits her on her back, still with his cock buried inside her.
Amanda's eyes grow wide as Harry's powerful thrusts push his cock in and out of her.
"You think you can handle my big cock, slut?" he asks.
"Oh fuck yes, I want you to fill me up. I want you to deposit your load inside me," Amanda replies eagerly.
Sweat begins to drip from Harry's brow as he continues to pound away, and Amanda climaxes with a loud moan.
Harry grunts as he achieves his own climax, shooting his semen deep inside Amanda. She embraces him, her third orgasm brought on by the feeling of being filled with his seed.
Harry collapses onto Amanda, exhausted. "I need to get some sleep, I've got a long drive ahead of me tomorrow. You can go back to your own bunk."
Squeezing herself between Harry and the wall, Amanda listens to him snore. She contemplates her situation, disgusted with herself for risking everything for a cock.
Yet, in this moment, she craves that cock more than anything.
After a couple of hours, Amanda dozes off. Her sleep is interrupted by Harry taking the kettle out of the gas oven, the smell of smoke drifting in the air.
She wakes up, rubbing her eyes. "Harry, I really need to use the toilet. Where is it?"
Laughing, Harry says, "Piss beside the truck, like I do."
Reluctantly, Amanda climbs out of the bed, tossing him his coat. She stands, eager to relieve herself, taking care not to be seen by anyone else.
Amanda Holden, a well-known TV star, squatting naked in the back of a truck, relieving herself next to the vehicle.
Returning to the truck, Harry hands her the mug of hot tea he has prepared. As she sips it, she sits on the bunk, watching as he lights a cigarette.
"I don't smoke," she responds.
"You were smoking last night, slut," he retorts.
Checking his watch, Harry decides he has enough time for another round. He points to the sheet beneath him.
Obediently, Amanda kneels before him, his erect cock already making her wet just by looking at it. She begins to eagerly suck on the shaft, marvelling at how it grows even harder under her attention. His cock reaches its full size, standing tall and demanding.
She glances up, admiring the sheer size of the head, admiring it almost lustfully. Harry takes a seat, and motions for her to climb on.
Moving onto her knees, she straddles him, her entrance slowly stretching to accommodate his cock. The pain is fleeting as it transforms into pleasure, as the head pushes against her cervix.
Enveloping Harry with her arms and lips, she kisses him as he starts to lift and slam her onto his cock. The pounding thrusts bring her to the brink of another orgasm.
"Oh God, Harry, I fucking love your cock," Amanda pants.
Their lips part, and Harry's hands find her breasts. He squeezes and pulls at them as Amanda continues to ride him, moaning out her pleasure.
As the carnage of pain wears off, he maneuvers her into the tempo of his thrusts, each movement driving Amanda closer to another explosive orgasm.
Harry hunts for her spot, and with a few rough strokes, she screams in orgasm, kissing his neck as Harry ravages her soaking wet cunt.
"Dispatch me again, Harry," she pleads.
Harry starts to cum, filling her with his seed. Amanda slumps against him, panting and exhausted. Kissing him once more, she offers him her thanks.
"I hope we can meet up again, Harry," she whispers. "Thank you for giving me a night I'll never forget."
Harry laughs. "Please, we'll sort something out when I'm around."
He pats her behind and swats her ass, ending their connection. "Get the fuck out of my cab, I'm about to leave."
Amanda eases herself off Harry, trying to hide her tears. She gives him a final kiss, then steps out of the cab, dressing herself quickly in her coat.
As she climbs into her own car, she drives away, passing the other drivers who are watching her with knowing looks. She no longer cares about their stares, she is now hooked.
She was shocked to find a couple of cars parked, but there was no sign of the drivers, so she parked in a secluded corner.
As she got out of the car to retrieve her luggage from the boot, her coat opened up, revealing her stockings, and she didn't mind since no one was around.
Convinced she was alone, she unzipped her bag and took out the clothes she'd left at home, removing her coat.
She had no idea that two early morning doggers were watching from the bushes.
Barry and Tom, two men who had never had much luck with women, had become increasingly reliant on dogging for their sexual release. However, this wasn't the usual overweight, frustrated middle-aged women – this was different.
Amanda, unaffected by their presence, began removing her stockings and suspenders while still naked.
Then Barry moved for a better view, stepping on a twig that broke under his weight. Amanda whipped around to find two men staring back at her.
She quickly grabbed her coat to cover her nudity and fervently hoped they wouldn't recognize her.
Barry whispered to his friend, "I think that's Amanda Holden."
Tom smiled, "She looks like her all right. Probably slept with every man in town before leaving with one to be blackmailed into an affair."
Moving out from behind the bushes, Barry beckoned his friend to follow him as they approached Amanda, who was now back in her coat and about to drive away.
"Wait a minute, Amanda, can I get your autograph, please?"
Panicking, Amanda replied, "I have no idea who you think I am, but whoever it is, I'm not."
Ignoring her protests, Tom brandished his phone. "Ah well, if you're not Amanda, this video will make a pretty penny for me."
Barry tried to reason with him, "Tom, we can't do this. It's blackmail."
Tom ignored his friend, looking at Amanda, "So it is you, right? Okay, we have a deal. Now what's it going to be? Coat off or publish?"
Realizing she was trapped, Amanda slowly got out of her car and started unbuttoning her coat.
As she got to the last button, she hesitated. "Put your phones away. I don't want you filming this."
They put their phones away and simply stood gawking at Amanda.
Slowly, Amanda slid off her coat and stood naked apart from her black stockings and waistcincher belt.
They both stared at her, looking awestruck.
Gradually, Amanda began putting her coat back on, but Tom had different plans.
"Not so fast, Amanda, we're not done yet."
"You saw what you wanted, we had a deal. Now delete the video."
Tom moved closer to her. "Not yet, I want to touch you first."
Without protest, Amanda allowed his hand to find its way between her thighs, feeling her still-wet cunt.
Barry, witnessing his friend finger-fuck his potential prey, felt a surge of jealousy, then sanity. "Tom, we can't do this. It's assault."
"Shut up, Barry. Watch her," Tom replied.
Now pressed against her car, Amanda leaned back, her feet spread wide as Tom continued to explore.
This brought back memories of Les, triggering her inner slut.
Tom then suddenly stood up, unzipping his jeans. Amanda's eyes widened as he pulled out his erect penis.
Seeing Tom, she slid to her knees, eager to give in to them.
As he stood next to her, he watched Amanda stroke Barry's cock while she sucked Tom's.
Tom reached out, groping at her breasts. Amanda's groans muffled the sound of Tom's dick being sucked.
Suddenly, Tom knelt down beside her and fondled her breasts.
To the surprise of the two men, Amanda then presented her rear end to them. "Who wants to go first?" she asked seductively.
Tom doesn't wait for another invitation; he steps closer to her, places his erection at her vaginal entrance, grips her hips, and with one forceful thrust rams his penis into her. Amanda emits a groan, captivated by the ecstasy and desire as Tom initiates the act.
Relinquishing his hesitation, Barry shifts in front of her. Amanda accepts his penis, engulfing it with her mouth.
The two men can't fathom their fortune; devouring early Sunday morning sex with the famous Amanda Holden. The inconvenience is that no one would believe them.
It's too much for Barry. Within seconds, he reaches a climax and releases his semen into Amanda's mouth.
She swallows eagerly as Tom persists in fucking her from behind.
Barry takes a seat to observe as his best friend ravages Amanda, driving her to a boisterous orgasm. Beckoning an exhalation, Tom ejaculates within her.
Post-orgasm, Tom removes his spent penis and wipes it on Amanda's bare derriere before smacking it.
Amanda arises and commands Tom to remove the video. Tom chuckles, "There is no video, I lied."
"Show me. I need validation."
Tom peruses his phone while Amanda stands beside him, undressed, her stockings ripped and dirty.
When Amanda ensures there's no documentation of the morning's events, she grabs her clothing bag from her car, dresses.
Barry approaches her. "May we purchase you coffee or breakfast, a gesture of gratitude?"
Amanda grins. "Thank you, but I think not. I need to return home."
She gets in her automobile and leaves, leaving Tom and Barry bewildered as they gaze after the vehicle's vanishing frame. They both comprehend the magnitude of their recent adventure.
"We can't disclose this, Barry. People would ridicule us."
Barry simply nods, mulling over his ejaculation in Amanda Holden's mouth.
Amanda enters home, hurries to shower, strolls into the bedroom naked to discover her spouse still in bed. "Morning honey."
"Morning my love." He lazily removes the covers, revealing his morning erection.
Amanda chuckles, leaps onto the bed, and eagerly accepts the fourth penis of the evening into her mouth.
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