The Darside of Amanda

John was sitting in his favorite chair watching the baseball game when his phone rang. He looked at the screen to see who was calling. "It's Sam. I wonder what she wants?" He asked out loud. Not really expecting an answer from Amanda as she knelt on the floor between his legs, giving him one of those slow and drawn-out blowjobs he'd grown to love. It was as if she was trying to suck the stress right out of him during these sessions.

He laid his hand on Amanda's head, caressing it, as he answered his phone. "Hey Sam. What's up?"

"What are you up to?" Sam asked.

"Just sitting here watching a baseball game." He replied. Amanda started squeezing his balls. John reacted without thinking. "Hey! Hey! Be careful down there!" He said to Amanda, with the phone still held to his ear.

Sam laughed on the other end of the phone. "Are you sure that's all you're doing? Watching a baseball game?"

John laughed. "Yes! That's all I'm doing. I can't speak for Amanda though."

Amanda pulled her mouth off John's cock and grabbed John's phone from his hand. "Hi Sam. How are you?"

"I'm good." Sam answered giggling. "Are you taking care of our boy?"

"I am." Amanda answered giggling herself now. "One of my favorite things to do. You should come join us sometime." She added.

John's eyes lit up, not knowing what Sam had said to her. But having a good idea of what was said.

"Have you played both ways before?" Sam asked. "That could make for a fun afternoon."

"I have in the past. I had a friend years ago, who I played with quite often. She was amazing. How about you? I know John has told me you're in a relationship." Amanda confessed.

"I am. Julie is an amazing lover. But I go both ways as well. As a matter of fact, I thought about John a few years ago before I met Julie. I'm glad he's got you. John's one of the good guys." Sam made her own confession.

Amanda giggled again. "I'm glad he's got me too. I'll give you back to John. But think about it. I think that would make for a fun afternoon too." She giggled. "We could make John watch."

Sam laughed. "You are wicked, girl!"

"Oh, you have no idea." Amanda replied. Then handed the phone back to John, before dropping her head and filling her mouth with his cock again.

John moaned as her lips slid down the length of his cock slowly. "Oh fuck!" He groaned softly as he put the phone back to his ear. "So why did you call Sam?"

Sam was laughing, knowing exactly what Amanda was doing to him. "Stop by my office first thing when you start your next shift. I've got an update for you regarding Buckman."

"OH! OK!" John groaned as Amanda swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, making it difficult for him to concentrate. "I'll stop in." He moaned before ending the call and laying the phone on the end table next to his chair. He dropped his head back, allowing himself to become lost in the sensations.

Amanda smiled to herself as she saw the look of ecstasy on his face. She lovingly worked his cock the way she knew he liked it till she sensed his orgasm building. Then she pulled off and filled her mouth with his nut sack, bathing it with her tongue and lips till his urge to explode subsided. She then resumed loving his manhood till he was about ready to explode again. She repeated this process a couple times before John laid his hand on her head. "Finish it babe." He moaned.

Amanda intensified her efforts, her head bobbing up and down, as she felt his body tensing, his cock swelling, then exploding in her mouth, filling it with his seed. She ran her hands up his torso, feeling his body shaking as he held her head. She loved the feel of his hands on her head, controlling her, holding her in place, using her till he was done with her. Each enjoying the other, to the fullest, as they fulfilled their roles within their unspoken union. Neither superior or inferior to the other. But complimentary as each fulfilled the role they were intended for.

Why did it seem like every time Amanda brought him off, it was more intense than the time before to John. He knew it couldn't be. But it sure seemed like it. He started laughing as he descended from his orgasm. "I swear!" He gasped. "I think you're going to kill me with a heart attack one of these times." He chuckled. "What a way to go."

John walked into the station the next day, got ready for his shift, then made a beeline to Sam's office. "What's so important you couldn't tell me over the phone?" He asked smiling.

Sam laughed. "I had every intention of telling you over the phone. But as soon as I realized how preoccupied you were I decided to wait." Sam smiled as she knew she shouldn't ask. But she had grown to enjoy the sexual banter between them, knowing it would stay just between them. "So did Amanda take good care of you?" She asked with a lowered voice, as though someone might be listening, even though no one was.

John chuckled. He'd been somewhat taken back by Sam's boldness over the last few weeks in their banter. Maybe it was because she knew Amanda was in his life now and Sam felt safe from any advances John might put on her. "I swear! That lady is going to give me a heart attack some day. Told her so yesterday."

Sam could sense the tenderness in his words as he spoke of Amanda. "You've really grown to love her, haven't you?" She asked more serious.

"I have." John replied. Then he realized why he was in Sam's office. "That's why I want the asshole that messed her up years ago. She doesn't want to deal with him. But I do."

"Well I've got some good news for you then. My counterpart from Chicago tells me they just arrested Buckman on a number of charges. He's being held in the Cook County Jail right now. He's been trying to bond out. But the District Attorney up there has made a pretty compelling argument for him being a flight risk. Especially with all his connections to organized crime." Sam wrote down a name and number and slid it across her desk to John. "This is the lead detective on the case. Give him a call. From what I can gather, the cops up there hate this guy so much, they'd all be glad to put a bullet in his head and end his miserable life."

John looked at the paper. "Tom Moore."

"Yep. Haven't talked to him. But my contact up there says he's a good guy."

John stood up. "Thanks. I'll call him." He turned to walk out. He struggled with asking. But had to know. "You going to take Amanda up on her invite?" He asked smiling.

She wasn't going to admit it to John, but that's all she'd thought about since Amanda had made the offer. "Thinking about it." She said with a smile. "You better get out of here before we both get in trouble."

John couldn't stop thinking about Aaron Buckman during his shift. Ways he wanted to hurt him. Ways he wanted to humiliate him. He didn't want justice. He wanted revenge. He pulled into a strip mall parking lot, to fill-out a report, and parked under a tree for some shade. The Florida sun was baking everything it touched. He pulled the piece of paper from his pocket that Sam had given him. After staring at it for several seconds he decided to make the call.

"This is Tom." The voice at the other end replied.

"Tom, my name is John Bonnar. I'm with the Volusia County Sheriff's office in Florida. I've been told you have an Aaron Buckman in custody?"

"We do. Could I ask what your interest in him is?" Tom was hesitant to give out any information to someone he's never met.

John proceeded to give Tom a condensed version of Amanda's story. He concluded by telling him what he'd like to do. "Amanda doesn't want anything to do with him. I'd like to confront the asshole and see what he's like."

Tom thought for a minute. "Well I can tell you the guy's a piece of shit. I'm hesitant to say anymore over the phone. If you want to come up here and talk to him yourself, come on up. Come see me first and I'll make sure you can get in to see him. Plus, I'll fill you in on Buckman. Give you a little more information. And don't worry about rushing up here. Buckman isn't going anywhere for a while."

"Thanks Tom. I appreciate that. I've got lots of vacation time accumulated. Think I'll take a couple weeks and drive up with Amanda." John felt a mixture of excitement and relief as he thought about finally facing this guy he had grown a seething hatred for.

"Look me up when you get here." Tom replied. "I'll text you the address of the precinct I work out of."

"Thanks. See you in a couple weeks. Let me know if anything changes with the asshole."

Tom laughed. "I will."

"How would you like to drive up to Chicago for a couple weeks?" John texted Amanda immediately.

Amanda stared at the text, knowing this was about Buckman. They had talked so much about it over the last couple months, she knew it had to do with him somehow. She also knew John was going to do whatever he was thinking, whether she went with him or not. "I'll go on one condition." She texted back. "You treat me to as much Chicago pizza as I want."

John smiled when he read her text. Amanda had worked hard over the last few months to lose weight and firm up her figure. She had the kind of body now that would make most porn stars jealous. "I'll buy you as much pizza as I think you should have." He texted back. "I'm not letting you throw away all your hard work for a couple pieces of pizza."

Amanda smiled when she read his reply. John knew how to love her and keep her. "Yes sir." She replied.

"Good girl." John texted back. "Start planning for a two week trip up there."

"This is about Buckman, isn't it?" Amanda asked as John walked into the kitchen from the garage.

John just smiled at her calmly. "You know it is. I know you don't want to deal with him. And I'm not going to ask you to. But I am going to deal with him. And I already have an idea of how I'm going to do that."

"You going to tell me?" Amanda asked as she threw her arms around his neck. She knew any amount of protesting would be a waste of time and effort. John was going to do what John was going to do. And it was that aspect of his personality that drew her to him, that she couldn't get enough of.

John wrapped his arms around her, dropping his hands to her ass. He grabbed her ass and pulled her into his body smiling. "No. I don't want to make you an accomplice."

A wave of fear washed over her at the thought of losing him. "Please don't tell me you're going to do something illegal? Not on my account."

He kissed her softly. "Relax. I'm not going to do anything illegal." He chuckled. "At least I don't think it's illegal. He's in jail for several other crimes he's committed. According to Sam, they have a pretty solid case against him. So he may be going away for a long time."

"So why can't you just let him go?" Amanda almost pled with him. "He can't touch me anymore. Isn't it enough he's in prison now?"

John squeezed her ass again. "Not for me. I want him to know he's going to pay for what he did to you." Amanda was about to object when John laid his hand over her mouth. "Enough!" He said softly, yet firmly. "I'm going to deal with Buckman the way I decide. Bring it up again and I'll whip your ass till it's burning red."

Amanda's eyes widened at the thought of what John would do to her ass. A side of her wanted to test his resolve. It had been over a week since he'd taken her as roughly as she liked it. "Can I just say one more thing?" She blurted out when John removed his hand from her mouth.

John laughed as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her into the living room. "Now how the fuck did I know that was coming?" He drug her over to the couch, Amanda's hands holding onto his hand as it was entangled in her hair.

Amanda squealed and wailed the whole time. "Please! I just have one question!" She screamed as John ripped open her blouse.

"Yeah! Sure you do." He growled as he reached for her jeans. "One question turns into two. Which then turns into a debate." He ripped her jeans open and pulled them down, along with her panties, to her ankles. He then picked her up like a rag doll, carried her to the end of the couch, then laid her over the arm of the couch with her feet on the floor, her head laying on the seat of the couch.

Amanda tried to push herself up from the couch, protesting. "No! Please! You don't need to do this!"

John laughed. "No. I don't need to do it. I want to do it." Amanda had brought this dark side out of him. And John had embraced it. He grabbed her two arms and pulled them behind her back, forcing her to drop back down on the arm of the couch. He then pulled her wrists together, holding them with his left hand as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of his pants with his right hand. Amanda squealing the whole time.

John doubled the belt over, then drug it across her ass. He laughed. "As my dad used to say to me, 'this is going to hurt you more than me.'" He raised his arm, then brought the belt down across her upturned ass hard.

Amanda screamed as the searing pain registered in her brain. "NO! PLEASE!"

John just laughed as he settled into a rhythm, spanking her ass mercilessly. "I know you babe!" He growled at her. "You say, NO. But we both know the slut in you craves it."

Amanda's ass quickly became a glowing crisscrossing of red streaks. The more she screamed and wailed with every lash, the deeper John's lust for her became. Amanda had awakened an animal in him that he both hated and craved at the same time. An animal he was afraid would consume him the way Amanda's dark side had taken control of her.

"I'll quit when you tell me what you know I want to hear!" He yelled at her over her screams. His belt slowly working its way down the back of her thighs.

"FUCK YOU! YOU BASTARD!" Amanda screamed in a rage.

John chuckled as he brought the belt down harder on her ass. He knew her dark side craved this more than anything. Being taken to that place she had no control over. That place where she became a wanton slut, controlled by her senses and her dark cravings. That place she both hated, and yet couldn't get enough of.

Her screams died to a whimper as her body lay there, draped over the arm of the couch. "I do love it so. I do." She whimpered.

John released her wrists and dropped his belt. He pulled a bandana from his back pocket and threw it on the couch next to her head. "Wipe you face off." Then he unbuckled his pants and let them drop, stepping out of them along with his shorts. He lifted her off the couch with a fistful of her hair. Then walked her around to stand in front of him as he sat down on the couch.

John pulled her between his spread legs as he sat there. Amanda willingly spread her legs when he began running his fingers between the lips of her pussy. She moaned softly as his fingers rubbed her swelling clit. "I've noticed you seem to think you always have to have the last word." He shoved his middle finger in her already dripping pussy. He pushed it in till he couldn't shove anymore in. Then he curled his finger, searching for her sweet spot. He knew he'd found it when he felt her body lurch.

He smiled when he felt her trying to push herself onto his finger. "Feels good. Doesn't it?" He taunted her softly, already knowing the answer.

"Yes!" Amanda replied, moaning softly as she gyrated her hips. "You know it does."

"This is what you get when you're a good girl." He reached around her body with his other hand and smacked her raw ass. Amanda cried out from the stinging pain. "This is what you get when you think you have to get the last word in."

Amanda ground her hips into his hand as he worked his finger inside her pussy, stroking the walls of her pussy, teasing her G-spot with the tip of his finger. Her head dropped back with eyes closed as the pleasure now took control. Her whimpers of submission from the spanking quickly became moans of need as he now took control of her body, giving her pleasure. She was still sniffling from the spanking as she began moaning her need. "Feels so good! Don't stop!" She moaned softly as her whole body gyrated, embedded on his finger.

John worked her pussy, stroking her G-spot with his middle finger while at the same time rubbing her clit with his thumb. Amanda was on the verge of exploding when he pulled his hand from between her legs and pulled her onto his lap.

Amanda smiled down at him as soon as she realized what he wanted. She spread her legs to straddle his lap. John was already rock hard from the excitement he'd experienced giving her the spanking. Amanda grabbed his cock between her legs and positioned the head at the opening to her pussy. She smiled at him, biting her lower lip as she lowered herself onto his manhood. Her body shuddered as his cock filled her. "Oh fuck!" She gasped. "Feels so good."

She began to grind her pelvis onto his cock. "Fuck me baby!" She hissed. "Fuck me hard!"

John sat back enjoying the show. He reached up with both hands and grabbed her tits, mauling them as he pinched the nipples between his fingers.

Amanda laid her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. "Take them baby. They're yours. Take them. Don't be gentle." She hissed, almost demanding how she wanted him to take her tits.

John lifted her tits as he dropped his head. He sucked one of them into his mouth and began to suck and bite on it greedily, teasing the nipple with the tip of his tongue.

Amanda wrapped her arms around his head, pulling it into her chest as she screamed in ecstasy. "OOOHHH FUCK!" She dug her fingers into John's head as her body erupted in orgasm. The harder her body shook and convulsed, the tighter John held. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight added to the feeling of completion with his cock buried inside her. She grunted with each spasm as she held onto his head, pulling it into her chest.

John grunted with his mouth full of her tit. Their bodies melted together as each one held the other tight. Feeling her juices flowing around his shaft and her body shaking, pushed him over the edge. He grunted with each spasm, never pulling his mouth off her tit. His seed adding to her juices that flowed from her body. The room filled with the sound of his cock sloshing in and out of her body as Amanda rode him through her own orgasm.

The two continued to hold each other tightly as they descended from their orgasms, panting and squeezing each other's body. John continued to suckle and nurse on her breasts as each regained their composure.

"I'll never get enough of this." Amanda cooed softly as she ran her fingers through his hair, not letting his head go.

'Good.' John thought, not taking his mouth off her flesh. 'I could do this all day.'

"Hey John!" Sam yelled from across the parking lot as John headed towards his truck. "Got a minute?"

John walked across the parking lot and stood next to Sam's car. "Thanks for lead on Tom Moore." John said smiling. "I'm going to touch base with him when we get up north. I just talked with Chief. I'm taking a couple weeks off at the end of this week."

"Good. I hope you find some resolution with all this shit. Just don't do anything stupid." Sam chided him.

John chuckled. "Are you worried about me, Sam?"

"No! You fucker. I'm worried about Amanda. I don't want anything to happen to you before her and I have a chance to play together." Sam knew her teasing would get him going.

John knew she was trying to get the better of him. He thought he'd call her bluff. "Well if that's what concerns you, why don't you come over tomorrow night? Before we leave for Chicago. I overheard you mention to someone that Julie was out of town for a couple weeks with family. I hate the thought of you sitting all alone in that house of yours." He said sarcastically.

Sam tried to think of a reason she couldn't come over. "I don't know. I was..."

John cut her off. "I'll tell Amanda you're coming over. Let's say 6:00. Bring your appetite." John had a double meaning to his statement that wasn't lost on Sam. "Amanda is a great cook." He stood there smiling for a second. "Now. What did you need to talk to me about?"