The Darside of Amanda

The Darkside of Amanda -- ch 3

Intro. - This chapter picks up at the end of ch. 2.

John lay next to Amanda, his hand kneading her breast, both of them staring at each other. John wondering how far he'd have to go to push her to open up to him. Amanda wondering if John would stick around long enough to break through the barriers in her psyche and meet those deep-seated needs within her.

John slid his hand down her stomach and covered her pussy for a few seconds before he slapped it. "That wasn't a request. Tell me where you have to go in your mind to get yourself off." He was going to take her at her word, that she needed to be taken hard and rough. As if she was being raped. Something he still wasn't sure he could do. That type of abusive behavior went against everything within his nature.

Amanda jumped from the sting of having her pussy slapped. One side of her wanted to open up to him, while the other side wanted to resist and see how far he'd push her and take control.

John slapped her pussy again. "I'm going to ask you again. Do you want me to stick around?"

Amanda's body jumped with the harder slap. "Yes! More than anything." She replied with a whimper.

John curled his two middle fingers inside her pussy and lifted slightly. Amanda's body arched up off the bed moaning. He had never been an abusive guy. He'd dealt with enough of them over the years. He swore he never wanted to be that way with anyone, let alone a woman he thought of as a lover. Yet, there was no denying the arousal he felt growing inside him as he got rougher with her, and thought of other ways to tap into her dark side. "Tell me where you go in your mind. Tell me what they did to you."

Amanda looked up at him with a longing in her eyes, wanting to open up to him. Desperately wanting him to understand her and accept her. "Tell me you won't think I'm a freak." She pled with him.

John felt a wave of compassion come over him as he heard her plea. "You're not a freak. I'll never think that." He said softly. Then he changed his tone. "Now tell me where you go!" He said as he lifted her pussy again.

Amanda closed her eyes and began reliving that evening at the frat house. "They carried me upstairs to the bedroom. Their hands were grabbing at me. They just kept laughing and cheering. I heard one of them yell to take me to the big bedroom. They threw me on the bed. Then I felt all these hands all over my body, ripping my clothes off. Then 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 leering down at me. I could see the anger in his eyes. I remember thinking what's he angry about? I wasn't fighting them. I was too scared. He told me what would happen to me if I didn't cooperate as he held a long knife in front of my face. Then he cut my bra off slowly as the other guys cheered him on."

Amanda's body began to move as John kept his fingers embedded in her pussy. She reached between her legs with both hands, pulling his hand into her body as she ground her pussy into his hand.

"They started taking turns with me. One would gag me on his cock until he came, while another one would fuck my pussy or ass. I don't know how many of them there was. It just kept going on and on."

Amanda's body began to tense. Her story turned into a moan as her first orgasm began to build. "Ooohhh! Harder!" She encouraged John as she almost sat up, doubling over. "Harder!"

John rubbed her pussy with a fury he'd never used on a woman before. The closer she got to climaxing, the more he became aroused.

Her mind went back to that night again. "The leader rolled me on my stomach and started slapping my ass as he yelled at me to get on all fours. He started calling me a slut and whore as he mounted me from behind. I remember he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. There was another cock, staring me in the face. The pain was incredible as he shoved his cock in my ass. Just as I was about to scream that cock was shoved in my mouth. They laughed and cheered as they fucked me from both ends. It just went on and on."

Amanda's body began to spasm as she squealed. "EEEEAAAAHHHH! HARDER!" She sobbed as her orgasm took hold of her body. She held John's hand pinned against her pussy as it throbbed and gushed all over it. The whole time her body thrashing and bouncing on the bed as she grunted and moaned through wave after wave of orgasmic euphoria.

John lay next to her, his hand rubbing her through her orgasm. He felt like shit, being turned on listening to Amanda retell her story. But also seeing how she responded to that retelling. He had grown a hatred for guys who abused women the way those assholes had with Amanda. But he couldn't deny the arousal he felt watching Amanda give herself over to the sensations and feelings that violation brought out in her.

She finally opened her eyes, looking up at John. Her body still spasming from the aftershocks, her body slowly recovering. "See how fucked up I am." She said almost apologetically. "I'm a freak."

John bent down and kissed her, keeping his hand between her legs, rubbing her. Amanda threw her arms around his neck, holding him tight as she returned the kiss, moaning into his mouth. "You're not a freak. You do have some deep, unique needs. But that doesn't make you a freak."

Amanda grabbed his hand between her legs and again and pulled it into her pussy. "They took turns fucking me. The leader was the most sadistic. After he fucked my ass, he flipped me over and laid me on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. He shoved his cock down my throat as he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them so hard I thought he was trying to rip them off. I tried kicking to escape. But two guys grabbed my legs and held them spread apart. Then they took turns either fucking me or spanking my ass and pussy with their belts. I thought I was going to pass out, he was choking me so bad. Just before I passed out each time, he would pull out of my mouth and let me catch my breath. Then he'd shove it back in and start all over."

"The group kept chanting 'whore and slut', laughing at what a slut I was for cock. They would drag me around by my hair and throw me to my knees. Then one guy would fuck my mouth while two others made me rub their cocks. They just rotated, taking turns fucking my mouth."

Amanda pulled John's hand into her pussy harder, pinching it between her legs, holding it tight. "Again! Again! Again!" She chanted over and over, her body building to another orgasm. "OH FUCK!" She screamed as her second orgasm slammed into her. She sobbed and grunted as her body convulsed and bounced on the bed.

John's hand was soaked with her juices. Her second orgasm so intense, she began to squirt into his hand. He had never enjoyed a woman's orgasm as much as he enjoyed hers. The intensity was beyond anything he'd ever experienced in another woman. His emotions colliding within him as she used his hand as if it was just another sex toy. Anger towards the guys who had so brutalized her. Compassion towards her, for what she had been through. But also an overwhelming desire to possess her to a degree he'd never thought of before, with any other woman.

John continued to watch her as her body writhed and convulsed on the bed. His desire for her growing with each passing second. He couldn't lay there passively any longer. He dropped on her body, filling his mouth with one of her breasts, biting and sucking on it. Devouring it, now controlled by his lust for her.

"OH FUCK YES!" Amanda cried out, her body bucking up off the bed, as his mouth ignited a new round of orgasmic release. "Please don't stop! Please don't stop!" She began to sob as her emotions collided with the sensations he was pushing her through. She wrapped her arm around his head and held it tight against her chest.

John held her down with the weight of his body as his mouth worked her breast. Her squeals bringing him back to reality whenever he bit her tender flesh too hard. But no matter how hard he ravaged her tender flesh, she held his head tight against her breast begging for more.

Amanda's squeals and screams slowly diminished to whimpering moans as her orgasm subsided. Her body spasming with all those sweet aftershocks as John continued to rub her pussy and suckle on her breast. She wrapped her fingers in John's hair, cradling his head. "Feels so good." She whispered softly. In the middle of her soft moans she began to sob softly.

"What's wrong?" John asked, pulling off her breast and sliding up next to her.

"Why am I this way?" Amanda sobbed, tears streaming down the side of her face. "Why do I have to go back to that place? Why does my mind go back there? I feel like some kind of pathetic drug addict. I don't even know how to have a normal relationship."

"I don't have any answers for you sexy." He bent down and kissed her. "At least not right now. But I'm not going anywhere." He smiled at her. "And since I consider myself normal, that means you're in a normal relationship. We'll figure you out. But in the meantime." He grabbed her hand and guided it toward his throbbing erection.

Amanda wrapped her hand around his cock and gently stroked it. She smiled at him, her eyes still filled with tears. "Am I responsible for that?"

John shook his head in disbelief. "You know. For a highly educated woman, that really is a dumb question." He said smiling.

Amanda giggled. Then gave him a teasing challenge. "Make me."

John knew she was playfully teasing. But it also struck him that part of her deep-seated need was to feel that she was no longer in control. He laid back, tucked his hand under her head, lifting it with a fistful of hair. He pushed her head down his torso till her face was over his cock.

Amanda smiled up at him, taking his cock in her hand and stroking it softly. "Am I your dirty little cock sucking slut?"

John had never been into name calling and degrading. This was new territory for him. "Is that what you want to be? Is that what you need?"

A serious look came over her face. "Yes. That's what I want to be for you." Amanda felt a bond slowly developing between them. She knew things were moving too quickly. But there was that side of her that cried out for a connection with someone who understood and accepted her for who and what she was. She had been disappointed and abandoned so many times before by men who either didn't understand her or didn't stick around after they came to understand her. Yet, that need within her to give herself to someone who truly understood her and wouldn't walk away was overwhelming. She longed for a man that she could trust. But just as important, a man that would take her the way she needed. She began to lick the length of his shaft and balls, never breaking eye contact with him.

John stared at her, weighing her words and revealed needs. He'd never been an abusive man by nature. Yet, within Amanda he was beginning to see the deep-seated need within her to be used and kept in a way most women would find repulsive. A need, when exploited within a controlled environment would make her the kind of lover most men just fantasize about. He'd also never been attracted to weak women. Women who couldn't think for themselves, always needing a man to make decisions for them. The more he came to know Amanda, the more he saw she was anything but weak. She'd made a life for herself, in spite of all the obstacles she'd faced over the years. There was an inner strength within her, yet a vulnerability. A very lethal combination for a man like John.

He felt his desire for her growing. A desire to protect. A desire to possess. A desire to control. A desire to enjoy to the fullest. He sat up, pulling her head off his cock, holding it just inches from his. The two lovers stared at each other, breathing deeply. "Is that what you want? To be my dirty little slut?"

"Yes." Amanda moaned softly, her eyes welling up with tears again. "I don't just want that. I need that. I don't know why. I just do."

"Then so be it." He kissed her hard, their mouths crushing together. His hand reached for her breast, squeezing and mauling it. Amanda moaned into his mouth. He pulled her head back, his lust now overriding all sensibilities. "Show me what a good cock sucking slut you are."

John pushed her head back down his body as he tucked his other arm under his head, propping it up so he could watch her. The two stared at each other as Amanda started on his nut-sack, kissing and licking it before sucking it into her mouth. She spent several minutes bathing it with her tongue and mouth before licking her way up his shaft, never taking her eyes off John.

John lay there reveling in her enthusiasm and expertise as her mouth worked his cock. "Your needs are going to take some getting used to." He was going to be brutally honest with her. "But I'll be damned if I'm going to walk away."

His statement brought a smile to Amanda. "I'm glad."

"So you need to have that feeling of being taken against your will to get off?" For some reason it felt natural to him to talk about her deep needs while she was working his cock.

Amanda pulled her mouth off his cock, continuing to stroke it with her delicate hands as she answered his question. "Yes." She whispered, as though trying to hide her secret. A wave of shame washed over her. "No matter what you say, I feel like some kind of sick freak." She dropped her head again, devouring his cock, wanting the questioning to end. She closed her eyes, her mind going back to the frat house, her mouth bobbing up and down on John's cock.

John enjoyed the sight and sensations of her mouth gliding up and down on his manhood for several minutes. He knew this was going to take a while. He was always good for two or three rounds. But those second and third rounds always took much longer. But that was ok with him. He had no where to go, and an eager lover to please him. "Look at me!" He almost barked at her.

Amanda's eyes shot open, being jolted back to reality. She had been thinking about all those cocks she had sucked and fucked that night. The hands that held her in place as they used her mercilessly. The smells of each of their bodies. All the laughter and cheers as each guy filled her stomach, pussy or ass with his seed. She felt her arousal growing again. She looked at John with a feeling of shame, as though she'd been caught.

"Where do you go when you close your eyes?" He let his question hang for a few seconds. "Do you go back to that place again?"

Amanda was beginning to feel compelled to answer any question he asked of her. She had never talked about that night, this extensively, to anyone. The more John asked, the more she felt the need to tell him whatever he wanted to know. The more she opened up, the more she wanted to open up. "Yes. I can't help it. My mind immediately drifts back to that night all the time."

John played with a lock of her hair as her mouth worked his cock. He began to realize why most guys probably walked away from her. Most guys can't handle the thought that the woman they're having sex with is thinking about someone else while they're playing. Let alone a whole group of guys. "You know what I think?" He asked, not wanting a reply. "I think you need some new encounters to think about. Something else for your mind to drift back to."

Amanda pulled her mouth off his cock with a popping noise but kept stroking it with her hand. "Is that possible?"

"I don't know. I'm no psychologist. I don't know if it's possible or even practical. For all I know, the idea itself is probably fucked up. Have you ever thought about counseling?"

"I've thought about it. But who the hell can afford that. I checked out two different counselors years ago. Each wanted about $250 a session. To hell with that."

"Yeah. I get that. The only time I've ever gone to one was when it was mandated by the department and it was on their dime."

Amanda smiled up at him as she gently stroked his cock, rubbing it against her cheek. "I like this. Laying here. Talking. Taking care of you." She kissed the length of his shaft, then sucked it into her mouth, never breaking eye contact with John. "I could do this all day."

John laughed. "Be careful. I may take you up on that."

Amanda giggled. "I hope you do." Then she got serious. "I don't always have to have it rough. I don't want it rough all the time. I love it just like this. I get just as much pleasure out of pleasing you as I do anything you do to me. I just... " She couldn't bring herself to verbalize it again.

"You just need it to get off." John finished her statement.

"Yes." She admitted again. But felt the need to further explain herself and her needs. "But I don't need to climax every time we make love. A big part of my pleasure will come from being used by you, knowing that I'm giving you pleasure."

John smiled at her. "I don't have a problem with being selfish and using you. Hey! If that's what makes you happy!" He laughed. Then he got a serious look on his face. He'd had enough talk. He grabbed her head and a fistful of her hair. "So you want to be my cock sucking whore, do you?" 'This is going to take some getting used to.' He thought to himself.

"Yes." Amanda moaned as she felt him taking control of her. "More than anything."

He grabbed a couple of pillows and shoved them under his head. Then he grabbed her head with both hands, shoving her mouth down on his cock. He pumped her head up and down on his cock, grunting and moaning his approval as he watched her. "Look at me." He growled at her when she closed her eyes. "You're not going back there now. You only go back there when I tell you, you can."

Amanda felt herself responding to his taking control. This is what she desperately needed. She twirled her tongue around his shaft, trying to give him as much pleasure as she knew how to.

"You really are a good little cock sucker." John groaned. "I think I'm going to keep you around for a while. I mean, what guy doesn't want a cock sucking slut at his disposal?" He was wondering if his words were touching her in the way she needed. Time would tell. In the meantime. "To the outside world, you will be the chaste, prim and proper school teacher who lives a boring suburban life. In the bedroom, you'll be my dirty little cock sucking slut. Servicing my cock however I tell you." He groaned as he felt her responding to his words. It felt as though she was trying to suck the life right out of him. "Fuck! You are good!" He moaned.

John watched her eyes as her mouth slid up and down on his shaft. It was as if they were smiling at him. He realized at that moment, she was in her element. This is where she would thrive. This was where she wanted to be. He was slowly understanding her needs on a much deeper level. He just needed to figure out how to tap into those needs. He also realized he had to figure himself out too.

"We'll figure you out." He smiled at her. "I like a challenge." He watched her for a couple more minutes, till he felt his orgasm beginning to build. He pulled her head off his cock. "Time for you to go for a ride."

Amanda giggled as she crawled up his body, straddling it. She took his cock in hand, guiding the head to the entrance to her pussy. She looked down at John smiling, her hair hanging in her face as she lowered herself onto his shaft.

"Fuck!" John groaned. "You are tight!" He lay there with his hands tucked behind his head, watching the show.

Amanda giggled again. "It's been a long time since I had a man inside me."

"Well lucky me!" He groaned again as her pussy wrapped itself around his shaft and squeezed it like a hand. "Oh fuck!" His lust and desire for her took control of him. "Ride that cock bitch! Come on! I want to see those tits bouncing."