Dear Reader - This is the second part of the Amanda story. Obviously I would recommend that you read part 1 first but in case you haven't, I've tried to set the scene at the start to bring you up to speed.
Hope you enjoy.
Amanda was both a gorgeous, and a lucky girl.
At the tender age of 30, she had the life that most girls of her age could only dream of.
She was only 5'4 but she was nicely in proportion. All natural, including her fantastic 36DD tits and her full figure meant that she had a nice round bum.
She spent hours in the gym every week to make sure that her weight stayed where she was just about comfortable with it.
Her short blond hair was perfect for her career, running a successful and profitable recruitment business.
She had a loving husband, who just happened to be a high flying, well paid lawyer, and most importantly, she lived in The Meadows.
The Meadows was the most exclusive housing development in the local area. Only twelve large, luxury houses were ever built on it.
Properties here were extremely sought after, and it was the happiest day of her life, three years ago, when she and her husband Greg managed to buy one and moved into their dream home.
Amanda had rapidly become the face of the community. Organizing all sorts of regular events for the neighbourhood.
There were barbecues, book clubs, street parties, always organized by Amanda.
She was very popular and she loved it.
Everything was fantastic until she met Mr Bainbridge who lived at number 6.
She had met Bainbridge for the first time a few weeks ago.
Bainbridge was a widower in his 60s who was the only member of the community that didn't ever take part in any of the neighbourhood activities.
Amanda had constantly tried to engage with him but he ignored all her attempts to win him over.
She finally managed to persuade him to reluctantly invite her in for coffee, and that was the day her life changed.
When she thought back to that first ever meeting, it seemed incredible that things had got as out of hand as they were now.
She remembered how mesmerized she had been by his gigantic cock that had formed a tent in his shorts as they chatted.
So much so that she couldn't bring herself to leave when he took it out. He had masturbated in front of her, shooting a huge load over her face and tits.
It had got worse when a few days later she had gone back over for a clear the air conversation.
Bainbridge had ripped off her gym gear and her soaking wet panties and taken her upstairs to his sex room, locked the door before fucking her with his huge dick.
Amanda had cum so much and had let him do her in every position before taking another huge load in her mouth and face.
When she'd recovered, Bainbridge had explained to her that this would now be a regular thing. He threatened to expose their antics to her beloved Meadows community unless she complied with all his future wishes.
A week later Bainbridge had sent her a list of instructions, before introducing her to two of his golfing friends at the house.
She was taken upstairs where she was fucked by all three of them in every hole, before taking three huge loads from these dirty old men.
To make matters worse they revealed to her that they had secretly filmed their session.
Although they had no intention in ruining her life, they now had an insurance policy to guarantee Amanda's obedience.
There was video proof that she was a cock slut, which would be released to every house in the Meadows if she failed to comply with their wishes.
A few days later, Bainbridge texted her.
'Get over here now,' came the instruction.
Amanda had just got back from the gym. He must have watched her car pull up on the drive.
She knew she had no choice but to do as she was told.
Bainbridge let her in promptly and ushered her through to the lounge.
The film of her sex session was playing on the TV.
'Oh my god.' Amanda was watching herself screaming to one of the many orgasms that she'd had on that afternoon.
'I just wanted to check that you understand the rules?' said Bainbridge.
'I think so,' gasped Amanda as the film continued.
'I hope so,' warned Bainbridge, 'your precious Meadows community might see you in a slightly different light if they saw this.'
'Please don't,' begged Amanda.
'We have no interest in anyone else ever seeing this,' Bainbridge reassured her.
'Thank you,' she said.
'As long as you understand that you will be expected to do exactly what you are asked. Any disobedience will be punished. Is that clear?'
'Yes. It's clear.'
'Your husband is away during the week. Is that correct.?'
It was. Greg spent most weeks working across Europe and was only home at weekends. It wasn't ideal, but they agreed that they could cope for a couple of years. The money was amazing.
'Yes. He leaves very early Monday for the airport and is home Friday nights,' agreed Amanda sheepishly.
'So we will only make requests of you during the week. Most of our little community are wealthy and retired.'
'Dirty old men,' snapped Amanda.
Bainbridge pointed to the screen.
'Fucking big dicked dirty old men that made you come for hours on end,' he laughed.
She looked at herself on the screen, being used by three enormous cocks.
'Can I go please Mr Bainbridge?'
'I'm off to golf so you can fuck off. Just get those lovely big tits out for me before you leave.'
Amanda reluctantly pulled up her gym top to reveal her beautiful 36 DD natural tits.
Bainbridge cupped them in his hands and tweaked her nipples.
Amanda gasped. She felt her pussy start to leak.
'You really are something lady,' Bainbridge sneered at her. 'Desperate for cock aren't you?'
She actually was.
'Can I go please Mr Bainbridge?'
'Go on. Fuck off home. We've something lined up for you next week. Come over on Friday morning to see me. Keep your phone close by on Thursday night.'
Amanda walked unsteadily across the road back to her house, dripping wet. She pulled her biggest dildo from the drawer.
She was annoyed how soaked her pussy was but she was desperate to come.
She fucked herself silly with it, watching herself in the mirrors on the wardrobes.
As she recovered she stared at herself, wondering how she had got herself in this crazy situation.
On Thursday evening she was surprised to have heard nothing from Bainbridge. He'd been quiet.
Around 8pm she got a text.
'Get yourself over here at 9am tomorrow morning.'
'OK.' Amanda texted back.
'I want to give you your instructions for next week,' Bainbridge texted again.
'What day will you need me?' Amanda texted back.
'You'll find out tomorrow. 9am. Don't be late.'
Amanda put the phone down. Her hands were shaking.
This guy had total control of her. He had the film of her getting fucked, but it was making her so wet knowing that Bainbridge and his gang of filthy old men were going to have their way with her again very soon.
She decided to get an early night knowing she had to be across the road first thing the next day.
She woke up to a text.
'Make sure that cunt is shaved. I'll be wanting to inspect it this morning,' it read.
Amanda quickly showered and made sure she was prepared for Bainbridge as he'd requested.
She dressed for work so not to be conspicuous to the neighbourhood.
She wore a blue suit and white blouse. Black hold up stockings with a black bra and panty set, with work heels.
Just before 9.00 she put her briefcase in her car and quickly wandered over to Bainbridge's house.
As usual he kept her waiting a minute or so before opening the door.
'On time. That's a good girl. In you come,' Bainbridge was dressed in a silk robe.
He was a tall, slender man, with short cropped grey hair.
He was in great shape for his age and Amanda knew how powerful he was.
Amanda followed him through to the lounge.
She saw her 6 inch black stilettos on the table. Bainbridge had made her leave them behind after the session with his friends that had been filmed.
'Get undressed and get those on,' he ordered.
'I've got to be at work,' said Amanda, knowing this would fall on deaf ears.
'Well you're going to be late. Get undressed now,' Bainbridge clearly had other ideas for her.
She started to undress and Bainbridge watched her from the sofa. He undid his robe and let it fall open.
She gasped as she saw it. His huge 9 inch dick was fully erect and dripping with pre-cum.
'The sooner you strip, the sooner you can have this. Get on with it,' Bainbridge ordered, stroking his meat.
She stripped down to her underwear.
'Bra and knickers off, but the stockings can stay on. Put the shoes on.' Bainbridge stood up.
She followed instructions and stood there in her hold ups and heels.
'Right, upstairs,' he grabbed her hand and walked her to the stairs.
'Up you go, you know where it is,' he gestured.
She knew where the sex room was. It had become very familiar to her since they'd met.
She climbed the stairs with him right behind her, his hands mauling her bum cheeks.
As she walked into the room, the door locked behind her and they key was placed on the high shelf as it had been before.
'On the bed. On all fours, bum up,' he pointed to the huge bed where she had been fucked and filmed by him and his friends.
Bainbridge walked to the table with the sex toys and picked up a large butt plug with a bulbus head.
'Jesus. Fuck,' said Amanda, seeing the size of it.
'Shut it. You took three huge dicks up there last week, and you fucking loved it. We need to keep that hole stretched,' Bainbridge laughed.
He was right. They had used all her holes when she was last here. She had come more than she had ever come before.
She felt him start to lube up her arsehole, squirting the liquid inside before sliding a finger in deeply.
Amanda gasped.
Bainbridge gave her a hard slap across both ass cheeks.
'Stop pretending you don't love it,' he said as he slid the butt plug inside her bum, 'this is dripping wet you horny bitch,' he rubbed her pussy with his free hand.
'It's so big,' she moaned as the butt plug's widest part forced it's way into her and nestled inside her.
