The Darkside of Amanda Ch. 03
John lay beside Amanda, his hand massaging her breasts, both of them gazing into each other's eyes. John pondered over how far he had to go to provoke her into surrendering to him. Amanda considered whether John would maintain his resolve to peel back the layers of her psyche and gratify the cravings within her.
John moved his hand down her waist and slapped her genitals. "That wasn't a plea," he declared. "Inform me where you travel in your mind to reach orgasm." He was bent on compelling her to let him have his way, as though she was being violated. Something he continued to be unsure he could carry out. This form of abusive behavior flew in the face of everything within his character.
Amanda was jolted by the sting of a slap to her genitals. On one hand, she was eager to yield to him; on the other hand, she wanted to defy him and see just how far he would go.
John whacked her genitals again. "I'm requesting an answer. Will you let me stay?"
Amanda leaped from the sting of the more forceful blow. "Yes! More than anything," she croaked out.
John curved his two middle fingers inside her genitals and extracted them slightly. Amanda's body jerked up from the bed, moaning. He had never been a domineering figure. He'd experienced enough of them during his life. He vowed he'd never be that way with anyone, not even a woman he envisioned as his lover. Yet, he couldn't deny the escalating arousal he felt swelling within him as he became increasingly bold with her, envisioning new methods to connect with her shadowy side. "Tell me where you roam. Describe what they did to you."
Amanda gazed into his eyes, yearning to be disclosed to. Desperately yearning for him to comprehend her and approve of her. "Pray that I'm not viewed as a deviant." She beseeched him.
John sensed a surge of sympathy flood his chest as he heard her plea. "You're not a deviant. I'll never regard you as such." He said softly. Then he altered his tone. "Now tell me where you traipsed," he said while rubbing her genitals.
Amanda closed her eyes and allowed her memories to transport her back to the fraternity house. "They dragged me upstairs to the bedroom. Their hands were roaming over me. They just kept grunting and yelling. I heard one of them call for the large bedroom. They pushed me onto the bed. Then I felt numerous hands all over my body, pulling my attire off. One of them, I think he was the leader, straddled my body, and ordered me to open my eyes. I looked up at him. He was staring menacingly down at me. I observed rage in his eyes. I pondered, why is he fuming? I wasn't countering them. I was too terrified. He told me what would happen to me if I failed to comply as he held a long blade in front of my face. Then he disemboweled my bra with a slow, careful motion while the other men hooted him on."
Amanda's body lurched as John fingered her genitals. She reached down between her legs with both hands, dragging his hand deeper into her vagina as she wriggled about.
"They commenced taking turns with me. One would gag me with his cock until he ejaculated, while the other one would affix his cock to my vagina or anus. I cannot recall their numbers. It simply continued unabated."
Amanda's body started to seize. Her narrative mutated into a moan as her first climax materialized. "Ooohhh! Harder!" She ordered John as she nearly sat up, doubling over. "Harder!"
John rubbed her genitals with tenacious vigor. The more she edged toward climax, the more he felt his arousal build.
Her mind roamed back to that night again. "The leader lowered me face-down on the bed and began striking my buttocks as he bellowed at me. He started referring to me as a whore and slut as he mounted me from behind. I recalled thinking, what's he mad about? I wasn't resisting them. I was too frightened. He commanded me to assume the all-fours stance. He commenced slashing at my backside with his blade. I imagined he gagged me on his own dick while another man fucked me from the backside. They laughed and jubilated as they ravaged me from both directions. It just continued relentlessly."
Amanda's body convulsed as she let off a series of indistinct cries. "EEEEAAAAHHHH! HARDER!" She wept out as her orgasm enveloped her body. She held John's hand pinned to her genitals as they vibrated and gushed over his fingers. The entire time her body tossed and thrashed on the bed as she shuddered and groaned through repeated waves of sexual ecstasy.
John lay beside her, his hand rubbing her through her orgasm. He didn't feel great, hearing Amanda recount her experience. Yet, he couldn't help but be aroused as she responded to the memories. He hated men who mistreated women like those assholes had with Amanda. But the attraction he felt watching Amanda let go of her inhibitions due to that violation was undeniable.
She opened her eyes and looked up at John. Her body was still trembling from the aftermath, slowly returning to its normal state. "Look at me," she said, a tinge of apology in her voice. "I'm messed up."
John leaned in and kissed her, keeping his hand between her legs as he continued to rub her. Amanda embraced him tightly, meeting him with a passionate kiss and moans. "You're not messed up. You might have some particular needs," he replied. "But that doesn't make you messed up."
Amanda grabbed John's hand and pulled it into her sex. "Listen to me, please," she pleaded. "I'm not normal, I'm a freak."
John pushed her away slightly and looked at her incredulously. "Amanda, you're none of those things. You have certain preferences, but that doesn't make you a freak."
Amanda used her hand to guide John's hand between her legs and held it there firmly. "Again! Again! Again!" She chanted repeatedly, as her body approached another orgasm. "AHHHH!" She cried out as she experienced her second orgasm. Her body jerked and bounced on the bed.
John's hand was wet with her arousal. Her second orgasm was so intense, it caused her to squirt into his hand. He'd never experienced such an intense orgasm from another woman. A combination of strong emotions — rage towards the men who had hurt her and sympathy for the way she'd been treated, as well as a desire to claim her for his own in a way he'd never thought of with any other woman — swept through him.
John continued to observe Amanda as her body spasmed on the bed, her orgasm still lingering. His desire for every last feeling of her grew in intensity. He couldn't simply watch any longer. He hovered over her, pulling her nipple into his mouth and biting it gently.
"UHHH YES!" Amanda cried out, her body arching off the bed as his mouth ignited her third orgasm. "Please don't stop! Please don't stop!" Her sobs gradually turned into soft moans as her mind dissolved into a sea of pleasure. She choked on her own voice, pleading for him to continue.
With every squeal and scream, John was drawn further into her increasing orgasmic release. He considered her his.
Her sobs and cries of delight slowly subsided, her quivering body settling back into the bed. "What's the matter?" John asked, brushing away her hair and getting closer to her.
"Why am I like this?" Amanda sobbed, tears dripping from her eyes. "Why do I have to go back to that place in my mind? I feel like I'm an addict, with no idea how to have a regular relationship."
"I can't answer that for you," he responded. "But right now, I'm not leaving you." He leaned in and kissed her. "And, to be honest, I consider myself normal," he added. "So that means our relationship is normal."
Amanda grabbed his hand and guided it towards his erection. She smiled tenderly at him, eyes misted with tears. "Am I the reason for this?" she asked.
John shook his head, expressing disbelief. "You know, for someone who's highly educated, that's quite a dumb question," he said with a smile.
Amanda chuckled and presented a challenge. "Make me."
John realized she was just teasing. But he also understood that her desire for dominance and submission was a fundamental part of her sexual being. He relaxed, placing his hand under her head and pressing it down towards his crotch. He pushed her head closer to his crotch until her face was over his erection.
Amanda looked up at him, taking his cock in her hand and gently stroking it. "Am I your dirty little cock-sucking toy?"
John had never used such explicit language before. This was new ground for him. "Do you want to be? Does that's what you require?"
A serious expression crossed her face. "Yes. That's what I want to be for you." She understood the importance of submission, but also the danger of losing control. She'd encountered men in the past who could not handle her needs, who turned abusive or simply walked away when they realized what she was looking for. She yearned for a connection with someone who could accept her for who she truly was. However, she was also desperate for someone who could take her in a way that she craved. She prostrated herself before him, kissing his shaft and his balls, all the while maintaining eye contact with him.
John contemplated the depth of his attraction to her needs. He was not by nature cruel or aggressive. But he was beginning to discover a side of Amanda that stirred desires in him he'd never before experienced. A side that could make her the ultimate partner for any man who could handle her. He began to caress her body, pulling her head off his cock, bringing her face a few inches from his own.
They spoke to each other, discussing her desires and his frustrations. And then, kissing her hard, John lifted her head back, his gaze shifting to her eyes. With a firm grip on her scalp, he pushed her face back down his body, forcing her to look up at him as he positioned himself to watch the ever-intensive titillation of her mouth and throat on his cock.
Amanda focused intently, giving John's balls and shaft special attention, ensuring every inch of his genitals was explored. Their eyes locked once more. "Is that what you want?"
"Yes," she murmured, eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I don't just want that. I need that. I don't know why, I just do."
"We'll both need to adjust," he explained. "I'm not going to walk away."
Amanda nodded in response. "Thank goodness."
"So you need to be dominated to reach the pinnacle of your sexual experiences?" John was contemplating the magnitude of her request.
Maintaining a steady pace, Amanda answered. "Yes." Her cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment. "And I feel so ashamed. Like a pervert of some kind." She revered back to his groin, desperate to move past the emotional conversation.
For several minutes, John marveled at Amanda's oral expertise, watching her bob up and down on his erection. "This is new to me," he said honestly. "But I'll be damned if I turn away from you."
Her eyes gleamed with excitement. "Thank you."
"Is your pleasure obtained through complete loss of control?" John felt it necessary to be as honest as she was with him.
Amanda swallowed her pride and pride, nodding her head. "Yes," she whispered, keeping her gaze fixed on his face. "It’s the only way," she continued, her voice soft. She nudged his dick with the side of her face and wrapped her lips tightly around him as she spoke.
A new side of John emerged, one dominated by his own set of desires and control. "Look at me!" His demeanor abruptly intensified. Amanda adjusted her pace, failing to break her eye contact with him. He loved the sight of her jaw stretching as it moved up and down along his length.
Amanda's eyes snapped open, abruptly waking up from her fantasies. Memories of the numerous cocks she had sucked and fucked earlier that night flooded her mind. The hands that had restrained her, holding her down as they exploited her. The strong scents of each man's body. The collective laughter and cheers as each guy unleashed his seed within her mouth, pussy, or ass. This aroused her even further.
"Do you remember where you go when you close your eyes?" John inquired, leaving his query suspended in the air. "Do you revisit that place time and again?"
Amanda felt compelled to respond to the questions John put forth. She had never spoken of her experiences from that night with such detail to anyone before. The more questions John asked, the more she craved to satisfy his curiosity. The more she revealed, the more she craved to divulge. "Yes. My mind invariably drifts back to that night."
John toyed with a strand of her hair as she suckled his cock. He pondered on the reasons why most men probably shied away from Amanda. They could not handle the notion that the woman they had sex with was mentally preoccupied with other individuals while engaging in the act.
"Perhaps you require distinct encounters to think about," John suggested, refraining from seeking a response. "Some other experiences for your mind to wander towards."
As Amanda disengaged her mouth from his cock with a popping sound, she continued stroking it with her hand. "Is that even possible?"
"I have no professional training in this realm," John asserted. "I can't affirm whether it's feasible or reasonable. It might even be a warped notion. Have you pondered over the thought of seeking assistance?"
"I have considered it. But I inquired about the fees for counseling sessions. The minimum cost for two psychologists years ago was $250 per meeting. Absurd," she replied.
John smiled at his partner as she sent gentle kisses along the length of his cock. "I appreciate this tranquil moment. Chatting with you here. Taking care of me." She perused his face, staring into his eyes. "I could do this all day long." Then, she became earnest. "I don't need turbulence every time we engage in intercourse. I appreciate this sensuality. My pleasure arises from satisfying you as well. This is the part of my gratification. I merely... " She hesitated to continue.
"You require climaxing each time we make passionate love. Do you?" John provoked her into answering.
She nodded, unable to verbally communicate her desires. "Yes.But I do not necessitate reaching a climax in every instance of our amorous encounters. A significant part of my pleasure stems from being at your disposal. Knowing that I'm providing you with gratification."
John smiled at Amanda. "I cherish not being altruistic and exploiting you. As long as that satiates you," he joked. Then, his bond with his partner made way for a deep, quite expression. "You want me to be your go-to cock sucker, do you?"
Amanda moaned as John dominated her, eager for the dominance she craved. "Yes." Amanda yearned for him to have absolute command over her. "More than anything."
To fuel her desires, John stacked pillows beneath his head. He then grabbed a firm hold of her head, shoving it down onto his cock. Persistently, he pusher her mouth up and then back down onto his cock, groaning and moaning over the pleasure he received. "Check out your submissive nature," he said as he inspected her devotion. "You'll not reminisce about that night again. You can only recollect it when I permit."
Amanda delighted in John's newfound control. She bestowed her best oral skills on his penis, forcing him to the verge of climax.
"You are a deft cocksucker," John asserted, nearing his climax. "I may indeed keep you for a while. Who wouldn't desire their own cock sucking whore available to tend to their cock?" John was curious if his words would hit her in the way she required. Thus he said, "Look at me." He demanded, irritated when she closed her eyes. "You're not going back there. You may only return to that place when I allow you to do so."
This compelled Amanda to respond to his claims of dominance. This was what she longed for all along. She caressed her tongue around his shaft, seeking to provide him with as much pleasure as she was capable.
"You're rather skilled at sucking a cock," John groaned. "I think I'll keep you around for a longer duration. I suppose you're aware, in public, you will be considered the innocent, demure, and monotonous schoolteacher. However, between the sheets, you will serve as my carnal slut, swallowing my cock whenever I order you to." He groaned louder as he became increasingly about to ejaculate. "Damn! You are exceptional!" He moaned.
John observed her gaze as her lips played with his member. It seemed like they were grinning at him. He realized at that moment, she was in her ideal environment. This was where she would function smoothly. This was where she yearned to be. He was gradually comprehending her needs at a much more profound level. He also knew he needed to understand himself better.
"We'll figure you out." He smirked at her. "I relish challenges." He watched her for a few more minutes, until he sensed his climax mounting. He relocated her head away from his cock. "Time for you to ride it."
Amanda giggled as she scooted up his body, straddling him. She gripped his cock in her hand, guiding the tip towards the opening of her pussy. She looked down at John, grinning, her hair draping over her face as she lowered herself onto his pole.
"Holy crap!" John groaned. "You're tight!" He lay there with his hands resting behind his head, watching the performance.
Amanda giggled once more. "It's been a long time since I've had a man inside me."
"Luckily for me!" He groaned again as the muscles in her pussy closed around his cock and squeezed it like a hand. "Oh my God!" His desire for her engulfed him. "Ride that cock, b****! Come on! I need to see those breasts bouncing!"
Amanda grinned as she grinded her pussy against his cock. She lifted herself up until she felt the base of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Then she crashed back down onto it. Hearing John grunt while she rode his cock only reinvigorated her to please him more.
"FK YES! Ride it, b!" John grunted. He couldn't resist those stellar breasts bouncing in front of him. He extended his arms, clasping them. "FK! YOU ARE AMAZINGLY SEDUCTIVE!" He clasped her breasts tightly, making her gasp from the pain, then groan.
"Take them!" She howled. "They're yours! Do whatever you want with them!"
John lifted himself up and sucked one of her breasts into his mouth, nibbling on the areola as he licked it. His passion for her consumed him, and he couldn't subdue it till he'd come inside her. He stretched his arms around her, wrapping them around her, as he feasted on her breast.
Amanda cried out in pain as his teeth grazed her nipple, sending a surge of pain throughout her body that terminated at her pussy. "OH FK! OH FK! OH F**K!" She screamed repeatedly as her body commenced to tremble and quake. She enfolded his head with her arms, smothering him in her breast meat. "Don't cease!" She grunted between her spasms.
John bit into her breast, sending bliss through him as his seed flooded her womb. He groaned repeatedly as his body toughened and strained from his orgasm. He had never experienced pleasure of such intensity.
"That's it, baby!" Amanda murmured into his ear as she clung tightly to him as well. "Cum in me! I'm yours! Fill me! Use me! I'm your whore, baby. I'm all yours. You feel so damn good inside me."
John continued to grunt and gasp, his mouth filled with her breast, as his body made its way through his climax, not really tuning in to her words. His pleasure lengthened as Amanda clutched his pole. The walls of her pussy felt like a hand as it squeezed him.
John yanked a fistful of her hair and tore her head back. He extracted her breast from his mouth and kissed her. The two lovers exhaled and groaned into each other's mouths as they relaxed from their orgasms. He finally reclined on the bed, pulling Amanda with him.
"Turn around." John mumbled to her as she lay next to him. Amanda obeyed, turning on her side with her back to John. He slid a hand beneath her head, holding it as he wrapped his other hand around her body, cradling her breast.
Amanda giggled with a pleasure-filled smile, nestling her hand on his. She felt the walls she'd built around her erode as John demonstrated himself to be the man she'd craved in her life. He'd been considerate prior to anything else. Now he'd taken her in a method no other man had before. However, the dread of his abandoning her after fulfilling his desires for her peculiar needs teased her mind. "I'll be whatever you need me to be." She whispered as she stroked his hand. She yearned to tell him how urgently she needed him in her existence. However, every statement she wanted to make seemed pathetic to her.
"Shh..." he whispered gently as he massaged her breast, enjoying its warmth, softness, and size. "Go to sleep..." He considered how intense her desires were. "You'll be everything I want you to be..." He said softly. He inhaled the aroma of her hair. "You smell fantastic."
Amanda chuckled softly. "Thanks."
His mind wrestled with the clashing emotions he experienced towards her when he lay there. He'd promised himself he'd never want to be in another committed relationship. Yet there was this gorgeous, seductive woman resting in his arms who had proposed being anything he desired. What man in his proper mind could refuse such an offer? However, he also realized that a connection was more than what occurred in the bedroom. It would be interesting to see if they synced beyond the bedroom.
Amanda remained silent, listening to John's breathing becoming more relaxed as he drifted off to sleep. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this content whilst feeling so anxious at the same time. She tenderly stroked his hand as it lay over her breast. Her fear of rejection and abandonment always lingered, always nibbling at her. She yearned to reveal every aspect of herself to him. But would that transparency be the trigger to drive him away? She was determined to do everything possible to keep him.
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