Dominating Amanda

Dominating Amanda

continues the Story "Fucking a reluctant lesbian virgin."

There is non-consent, blackmail, oral, deep throat, and anal. If you don't like that or don't like degraded or exploited men/women, skip this story, please.

She Asked for It

Peter watched Lucy walk to her home. As she reached her door, she looked back and waved. He indicated and turned into the street, driving home. He thought deeply when he walked from the parking lot to the elevator. Just as the cabin doors closed, a petite woman joined him, choosing the floor above his.

"Hey, Peter. Sorry if we were too loud yesterday," she said apologetically.

He blinked as her voice brought him back from his daydream.

"Sorry, Jessie, I wasn't listening," he said and yawned into his hand.

"I said, sorry if we were too loud yesterday..."

"Oh, no worries, I wasn't even at home."

"Not at home? But who called the cops on us when it wasn't you?"

"Come on, Jessie. You know me. I would never call the cops unless stopping by in person didn't help," he replied, hurt.

"Now that you mention it... I wonder who it was then."

"Had a party?"

"Na, nothing that big. Let's just say I played Neila a bit, but the swing broke..."

"Ah, ok," Peter replied absentmindedly.

She looked him in the face, then shook her head. "Are you high?"

"Hmm? Am I high? No, of course not! You have strange ideas.."

"But usually, you turn beet red if I say something about such stuff."

"What stuff would that be?"

"Are you really okay?" she asked, but the cabin stopped, and Peter left his bewildered neighbor.

"

What's his deal

?" she wondered as she went to apartment 11-7.

Peter unlocked the door to 10-7 and walked into his flat. The room was filled with a rancid smell, and he found a days-old half-eaten Chinese takeout meal on the table. He shoved it into his garbage bin and went out to the garbage chute on the floor. "

That's the best thing about this building

..." he thought, still in a daze.

He opened a beer in his apartment and sat on his sofa. He downed the cold fluid in one motion and slammed it on the table, flattening it in the process. Staring out the window, he recalled the moment that had changed his life. "

She came into my cubicle to bully me, and I turned the table on her

..." As he replayed the scene over and over again in his mind, he found the exact moment and what he had felt. He had never understood why they say, "he snapped," but that was precisely how it had felt. "Yes, wound up till it snapped," he said aloud and shook his head.

Suddenly, there was a loud banging from above. Peter looked at the ceiling with burning eyes when it stopped as suddenly as it had started. "

What's Jessie up to now

?" he thought. "

Perhaps fixing that swing of hers

?"

He just dozed off while he relaxed, with his head tilted back.

His eyes fluttered open. He groaned as he moved his protesting neck. He got up and walked to the window. It was dark outside, and the empty streets indicated it was way past midnight. He grabbed his phone, but it stayed dark. "Damn!" He put it on the loading pad and walked to the kitchenette to look at the microwave watch. It was just past three in the morning, and his stomach growled like some beast.

As he stood in the toilette, he had to scratch his balls and felt the dried-up remains of the sex he had hours prior. "Better wash myself," he murmured, discarding his clothes and showering.

-----

He walked around the corner and entered the diner.

"Hello, neighbor!" Jessie called, smiling. "Come, join us!"

He went to her table and sat across from her and some Asian woman he had never seen.

"Hello, Jessie," he said, gesturing toward the other woman. "Your nightly noise?" he asked with a grin.

"No, that's Mia. We study together," she grinned back. "That's the guy I told you about," she told her study buddy.

"Didn't you say he was shy?" Mia asked curiously.

"You're right... What happened, Peter? How come you won't blush anymore? That was so cute, you know?"

"Nothing much. Just some luck at work."

"And has that luck a name? A female one, perhaps?" she asked mischievously.

He had just ordered his burger and looked back at Jessie. "The gentleman enjoys..."

"Come on, Peter, I am dying for the details!"

"Oh no. Not happening!"

Mia whispered something into Jessie's ear.

"Oh, ok. See you Monday?" Jessie asked as she left Mia out.

"Sure. Monday!" she smiled, nodded at Peter, and left.

They watched Mia pay at the counter and leave the diner.

"I hope I didn't scare your date off," Peter said, watching the waitress bringing his burger.

"No, sadly, she's not into women."

She leaned her head on her hands and watched him take a big bite.

"Come on, Peter. You can tell me now..."

"No, Jessie, I won't," he said between bites.

She sighed and leaned back.

"I could use a few juicy stories. I didn't have any since Indira broke up with me," she said dejectedly.

He chuckled.

"That's not funny!"

"Yes, it is. Remember when I told you that women have too high standards?" See, now you know firsthand."

"As if it would be easier to get a guy for a night," she said bitterly.

"For a night? You? Not a problem at all."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"Yes, you're sexy! See, the guy over there? He was checking you out the whole time. If you encourage him a bit, he'll be all over and in you in no time!"

"God, Peter! Now I want to know even more about what happened," she said, putting her hand on his.

He raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"

"You said I could get a man with no problem? Well..." She looked deep into his eyes, licked her lips, and pushed her chest slightly forward.

Peter's heartbeat quickened.

Keeping eye contact, she leaned forward and lifted his hand, singled out his middle finger, and slowly sucked it into her mouth. He felt her tongue whirl around the tip of his finger. He closed his eyes, imagining pushing his boner into her welcoming mouth.

He sighed. "Don't play with me. It might backfire," he said, pulling back his hand and reaching for some fries.

She leaned over the table, the tip of her tongue between her lips. Peter could smell the strong liquor she had not too long ago.

"You're drunk, Jessie," he said accusingly.

"And?"

"And then you'll regret it tomorrow, and I'll lose a friend," Peter said, reaching for the next fries.

She caught his hand and sucked the fries into her mouth, moving them back and forth, mimicking sucking a cock. Then she leaned back and grinned. "Don't you want to eat them?" she asked lewdly.

Peter licked his lips, then pulled the fries through the ketchup and ate them. Her breathing was heavy, and her lips were full and moist as she looked hungrily at him.

"You won't like it," he whispered as he stood to pay at the counter.

She followed him and paid for her coffee. As he exited the diner, Jessie linked arms with him.

"Don't be such a sourpuss, Peter. Show me the new you!" she breathed into his ear.

He stopped and pinned her against the wall in the shadows of a side street. His lips crashed onto hers, forcing her mouth open. Their tongues entwined. One hand gripped her hair while the other massaged her breast through the thin fabric of her top. She panted, and Peter felt her hand press against his erection. He kissed her neck, and she moaned as his hands slipped beneath her short skirt, feeling her bare skin.

She nibbled his earlobe and let out a lewd noise as she finally freed his cock. Peter's boner slid over her dripping slit.

"No underwear," he panted.

"Just fuck me already!" she demanded.

He knelt, slipping his arms between her spread legs, his hands moving up her thighs to her ass while his mouth found her pussy. Jessie gasped, pushing his head against her, grinding herself on his face. He rose, hooking his arms under her knees, lifting her against the wall. Her pussy was wide open, and he thrust his cock deep into her wet warmth.

"So big!" she gasped.

"Not all the way in yet!" he growled, lifting her more to let her impale herself.

She whimpered, her body trembling from the mix of pain and pleasure---exactly what she needed. Her glassy eyes met his smirk.

"Please, fuck me, Peter. Hard!"

His lips sought hers, muffling her screams as he fucked her brutally. His cheek pressed against her nostrils, controlling her breathing. She came fast and hard, her juices soaking his pants. He felt her arms weaken and allowed her to breathe, but his cock kept pounding her relentlessly.

She had just passed her second orgasm when she managed to pull her mouth free. Peter was already panting heavily, but her soft whines drove him to renew his efforts.

"No... birth... control..." she groaned.

To her, it felt like hours, hastening from orgasm to orgasm, though in reality, Peter was close to finishing after just ten minutes. The pressure built deep within him, and a groan escaped his throat. Lifting her, his throbbing cock plopped out of her pussy. She went on her knees, her mouth now level with his boner, and he pushed in. His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back to align her throat. Now, it went even deeper inside her, and he relished her gurgling sounds. But as he finally fired his load, it was just deep enough for her to taste it. His cum spilled past his cock, landing on her face.

She tried to spit it out, but he forced her to swallow.

"Don't waste it, bitch!" he hissed, rubbing the remains into her face and hair.

Peter stumbled back, panting. He looked around, but they were still alone. She looked up at him, her eyes clouded by the fading high of her orgasms. Jessie used the wall to push herself to her feet slowly. She raised a hand defensively when he tried to help her.

"No... Stay away..."

"Jessie... I warned you."

He embraced her, but she pushed him weakly away, her fists hitting his chest. They resumed their walk home. He tried to support her, but she slapped his arm away. In the escalator, she hugged herself, pressing into a corner, avoiding eye contact. He reached his floor and left the cabin.

"Sorry, Jessie..."

She looked up as the door closed. Peter froze, staring at the closed door. "In her eyes, there was no hate... Was it... hunger?"

"

Perhaps...

" he thought, then shook his head. Back at his place, he set the alarm to eight a.m. and tried to get a few hours of sleep. After all, the days had passed, and he had to go to work again.

"

Belinda...

" he thought with a mean chuckle.

Hunting at Work

The last day before he would have to show up in the office again was slow and uneventful. Elin tried calling him several times, but he ignored her. Just like the last time, thinking of her naked body didn't stir anything between his legs.

"

I wonder how Belinda will try to wriggle out of getting fucked this time

," he thought before he closed his eyes, dreaming of a rough session with his redheaded boss.

After parking his old V8 in the garage, he walked toward his cubicle. A small crowd had gathered at the coffee machine, and he got in line for a cup. Elin greeted him shily, Lucy evaded him quite obviously, and Cathy pushed through the crowd to join him.

"Hey, Peter," she said casually.

"What do you want, Cathy?" he asked without looking at her.

"I checked, and I am not pregnant," she whispered into his ear.

"I don't understand?"

"Well... I'd like you to try it again," she said with a slight blush.

Peter looked around, but nobody seemed to notice them talking. "Here's not the right place for this conversation," he whispered.

"Please, Peter," she breathed quicker, and her hand grabbed his ass.

He got his coffee and resumed his way to his cubicle. "

That's unexpected

," he thought. "

Or not?

"

His mail folder was not as full as he had feared, but he was still working through the important ones as they were called to an all-hands meeting. It was very crowded in the cafeteria, but the loud chatter died down quickly when the boss himself made an entrance. He had a microphone and used the speakers to talk to his employees.

It was a lengthy talk, and the air was getting thick. In short, he announced the merger but ensured our jobs were safe. He also stated that his daughter Belinda had officially started her job as general manager in the new branch office on the other side of the city.

"

Damn that bitch

!" Peter thought and furrowed his brow.

Back at his cubicle, he stared disgusted at his cold coffee. "

What now

?" he wondered. While his thought circled the missed opportunity to fuck Belinda's worthless brains out, the soft bing announced an incoming message. "

New Department Head

"

"No, really? Jessica?" He heard from a neighboring cubicle.

Peter knew she was in her late thirties and had an impeccable reputation. Belinda had never taken her to that room. "

It is said that she had a thing with Belinda's dad

." He stared blankly at the latest message in his inbox. Jessica summoned him. "

Only thirty minutes left... I wonder what Belinda told her...

"

Unexpected

He waited outside the office that once had been Belinda's. Absentmindedly, he rubbed his hands at his trousers. The door opened a minute before the time, and Helena came out, smiling. His gaze followed her well-rounded butt as she walked down the corridor.

"You can come in, Peter," Jessica said pleasantly.

"

Perhaps it won't be that bad after all

," Peter thought as he rose and approached her with a smile.

"Come in, Peter. Have a seat," she said and closed the door behind him.

He sat in front of her desk and watched her sit in her chair.

"So, Peter. You surely wonder why I called you..." she stated, looking over the rims of her glasses into his face.

"Of course, Jessica. The past weeks have been a bit rough on me. So being called the first day, the new department head takes over made me a bit anxious."

"Okay," she said in a drawn-out voice and shuffled the papers before her. "Belinda told me that she was too rough on you..." She looked at Peter again.

He sat back, the feeling of dread slowly fading. "Yes, she hadn't been the easiest person to work for."

"She said you might sue?"

"Well, you know..." he said, trying to keep his poker face.

Jessica sighed. "Look, Peter. She's young and made a mistake. Perhaps we can come to some form of compromise?"

"What would you propose?"

"Well, Helena will be transferred to work with Belinda in the new branch, and you could take her place."

"As a team lead? Complete with the pay?"

"Yes..."

"That's generous."

"I genuinely think you do good work. Better than most of the women in your team anyway."

Peter nodded slowly. "I can see me filling that position. Thank you, Jessica."

"You will report directly to me, and I will have my eye on you. I expect good work."

"Of course, Jessica. I won't disappoint you," he said with a smile.

"Perfect, Peter. Helena will leave end of the month. You will join her next week for a smooth takeover."

"I'm looking forward to it."

They rose, and Jessica accompanied him to her office door.

"And Peter, no words about Belinda's indiscretion to anyone. Clear?"

"Clear."

"

I wonder what Belinda had told her...

," he wondered again as he walked to the coffee machine.

Amanda

"Why, look who is here," Amanda said in a mean voice. "The pariah is still here."

"My, my, Amanda," he replied calmly as he poured a coffee.

"That you still dare to swing your little ass around here," she hissed into his ear.

He grinned broadly. "You know that Helena will leave to work with Belinda?"

"Yes, we knew before you," she smirked.

"And, you know who'll take her place?" Peter asked innocently.

"It won't matter to you, simp!"

Peter put his cup down and began to approach the woman."

Without that mouth of hers, she would be pretty cute

," he thought. "

A bit too often in the gym, hard edges, but a nice figure

."

She stepped back until she hit the wall between the restrooms. The bulb was broken again, and it was only dimly lit. Peter pressed his body against hers, pinning her against the wall.

"What do you think you're doing?" she whimpered.

"I'll replace Helena," he whispered in her ear. "I wonder what I should do to you? Perhaps I start by giving you my work? How'd you like that?"

"Please, Peter, I didn't know..."

"You are a bitch, Amanda. You have a dirty mouth, and you bully the weaker. Why is that?" he breathed into her ear."

"Please, Peter. I need that job," she pleaded weakly.

"Well, blondie. You need to be punished. And I need a reason to keep you on the team."

"We can find an arrangement. Please, please, I need that job."

"I wonder, Amanda. Did you promise Belinda the same? Did you give her your ass to appease her?"

"How do you know?" she asked, trembling.

"Oh, better, I've a recording. You had such a sweet face when she shoved her plastic cock up your ass," he whispered, nibbling her ear while his hand explored her hips and ass.

Amanda didn't put up a fight. But she sobbed silently as his hand went past the waistband of her panties and found her hill of venus full of already soaked pubic hair. His hand was covered in her juices as he pulled it out.

"Lick my fingers clean, bitch. Show me what you'll do for me!" he hissed, pushing his fingers into her mouth. "Show more enthusiasm, or the deal is off," he growled. "That's a good bitch," he praised her as she began to lewdly suck and lick her own pussy juices from his fingers.

He heard others coming and stepped back. "My cubicle! At two sharp!"

She nodded silently, and he saw her whipping away a tear.

-----

During my first days here, the isolated cubicle Belinda had exiled me to had felt like hell. But now, I savored the privacy it gave me. Sitting on my office chair, I rolled into the middle of my space, leaned back, and sighed. "

Life is good

!"

My good mood made it easy to work through those otherwise dull files. It wasn't the first time I wondered how anybody could make money with that stuff. As I closed the last file, I read the time. Almost two! I closed all the files and programs before setting my phone to record and clipping it to the document holder at my desk. I pushed it up and tilted it to allow the camera to cover most of my small private space.

I had just finished when I heard Amanda's high heels on the office floor. I suppressed a grin, and remembering the hair I felt between her legs made me hard.

Her face was flushed, and her eyes looked like she had cried those past two hours.

"What do you want, Peter..." she said defiantly.

"

So that's how she wants to play it

?" he thought, and approached her silently. His fingers brushed over her face to cup the back of her head. He felt her instinctively trying to get away, her head pressing against his hand. He pulled her roughly in, using the moment she lost balance to throw her to the ground.

She landed on all fours, immediately trying to get up again. But he was on her back in an instant, pulled her arms back, and pinned her down to the ground. She wriggled beneath him, trying to throw him off. But she only succeeded in making her skirt ride up. He slid down over her ass to the back of her knees, and his hands cupped her trained ass, massaging it roughly.

"No, please," she whimpered, trying to keep her voice down to prevent others from noticing. Peter grinned. If she wasn't willing to call for help, she was his.

Peter's breathing became heavy as his cock pulsed and grew harder with every heartbeat. Reaching around, his hand moved between her legs and rubbed. In seconds, the fabric of her cotton panties became moist. His hand slipped past the waistband, his middle finger stroking her clit like a violin bow. She tried again to get away but made it easier for his fingers to slide into her gushing pussy. Getting back on her hands, pushing her body up. Her ass pressed against his boner, and she froze.