Amanda's Young Men (11 page)

His face flushed. ‘I love it,’ he finished lamely.

Tom raised himself on one elbow to look down at his limp manhood. ‘But it’s gone …’

‘Soft? That’s fine, Tom. You’ll see.’ Amanda spun round on the bed and lifted Tom’s leg so that she could rest her cheek on the inside of his thigh. He was totally limp, in fact more
than
a little bit shrivelled. She lifted its head between her finger and thumb, parted her lips and took it into her mouth. Amanda let it just lie there, heavy on her tongue. After about half a minute, it twitched. Without her doing anything at all, it twitched again, and then a third time. Slowly, it thickened and lengthened, lifting and stiffening. Within a minute, it filled her mouth with its comforting bulk.

Involuntarily, Amanda swallowed. Tom reacted instantly. His hips moved a fraction, pushing the head deeper. Amanda squeezed his thigh as a signal that he should keep still. Her tongue rolled around the hard smoothness of his helmet. She turned her neck a little, working his knob into the pouch of her cheek, and then sucked air. Tom jerked. Amanda lined her throat up again. She relaxed her gag reflex. She nodded. Tom groaned.

Amanda found Tom’s hand and laid it on the mound of her sex. Taking his cue, the boy curled a finger inside her while he found her button with his thumb. Incredible, how quickly he’d learnt the basic tricks to pleasing a woman! As he glossed her glistening pink seed, Amanda gurgled on his dome and slavered it with her tongue.

‘Shall I …?’ he asked, licking his lips.

Amanda nodded and lifted her leg. It’d been years since she’d been in a sixty-nine. There had been lots of oral sex with Roger, but they’d fallen into the habit of him doing her and then her reciprocating. Of course, once Roger climaxed, he was done for the day. So much of their play, she’d come to understand, had been arranged around that one simple fact. Young men were gloriously different. They could do so many of the things Roger had lost the strength or ability to do, getting hard over and over again being just one of them.

But they couldn’t dominate her.

Well, no problem. It wasn’t as if she were restricted to one
lover
and had to choose between younger and older, submissive or dominant. Now that she was a dedicated libertine, she could enjoy the benefits of all ages of men – and boys.

And girls? Maybe. If girls were half as delightful as boys, she’d be a fool not to seek out the experience.

Sixty-nine can take a long time. A woman can’t totally concentrate on either what’s being done to her or what she’s doing to her partner. Amanda decided to shorten it by giving all her attention to pleasuring the boy. With that decided, Amanda bobbed, fast and furious, until Tom squealed, stiffened and poured himself into Amanda’s mouth.

She gave him a minute to recover before she jumped off the bed, stole a jar of expensive cream from Sophie’s dressing table and returned. ‘Next, how about a nice slow hand-job, Tom? Would you like that?’

‘I – er …’

‘Of course you would.’

An hour later, Tom fell fast asleep with his head on Amanda’s breast, suckling at her nipple. She carefully worked her way out from under him. He looked so cute, lying there like a satiated little angel. It was a shame she didn’t have a camera handy.

But she did! Roger had boasted that his cell phone did everything but make his coffee – and it had a camera function. Amanda ran, naked, downstairs to her bag. A door in the hallway was ajar. Through the crack, she could see a desk. Amanda strained her ears. Tom was still snoring softly upstairs. She gave her head a shake, appalled that she’d only thought of the camera in relation to pictures of Tom. There were other, much more important uses for it. Amanda tiptoed into the room and pulled the deepest drawer of the desk open. Bingo! It was filled with hanging files. The first one held bank statements.
That
would be a good place for a spy to start. She spread them over the desk and started to study them.

Tom’s plaintive voice called out, ‘Ms Garland?’

Damn! No time to study, but she had the cell-phone camera. Quickly, she took snaps of as many of the documents as she could until the camera was full, then shoved them back into the drawer, dropped her phone back into her bag and hurried into the hallway.

Jesus! Tom was halfway down the flight, wrapped in a towel.

‘I was looking for the kitchen,’ Amanda told him. ‘I’m thirsty. I’d like a glass of water.’

‘Look,’ he said, as he proudly pulled his towel away.

Her eyebrows rose. Obviously, the short nap had totally refreshed Tom. His manhood was once more fully erect. Amanda announced theatrically, ‘Why drink plain old water when I can sip from the Fountain of Youth? Back up those stairs, boy!’

11

AMANDA SQUIRMED AGAINST
the leather of her Lexus’s seat. Her pelvis seemed heavy, like it was full of trapped energy, and she felt squishy inside, puffy and squishy and needy. Good God, what was happening to her? She must have stored up a hell of a lot of repressed lust during her long marriage to Roger. In the brief time since she’d entered the business world, she’d had sex with three callow boys and one virile man – one of the boys not more than an hour ago – and she was already starting to ache for more.

Should she be worried? What if she was turning into a nymphomaniac? That had always seemed, to her, to be a sentence worse than death. To need it all the time and never be wholly satisfied … Amanda shuddered. Then again, while she was with Roger, she’d masturbated daily as well as enjoying sex with him every couple of weeks. Since she’d become, well, ‘sexually active’, she hadn’t masturbated once. Poor Mr Buzzy. Poor Rabbitty Rabbit and Rolphy the Dolphin. Her sex toys, once so important, lay abandoned in her bedside drawer. She simply didn’t need them any more. She’d outgrown them, and that was a damn good thing! There was no downside, none at all, to her sexually charged lifestyle.

Amanda signalled, pulled out, passed the pokey driver ahead of her and smoothly slid back into her lane. She liked driving and she was good at it. Ever since the day she’d received her first driver’s licence, which had been the very day she’d been
eligible
for one, she’d had a set of wheels, progressively more impressive wheels, until she’d finally landed the Lexus – her baby, her pride and joy.

The leather-covered steering wheel was smooth in her hands, though not as smooth as any of the three sets of boy-balls she’d recently fondled. If only the shoe stores weren’t in such dire straits, she’d be able to immerse herself in a sybaritic lifestyle – though she wasn’t doing too badly as it was. Amanda wondered what she’d find when she downloaded the contents of her cell phone. Something useful, she hoped, though she hadn’t managed to snap a photo of Tom, sleeping like a baby, no, sleeping like a man, sated by sex. And she’d been responsible for it. She’d taken command of the situation, of him, and made it happen exactly as she’d wanted. Heady stuff.

Amanda had done a lot of dominating, lately. Nothing but, in fact, with all three young men. What she fancied now was something different – submission, perhaps, like she’d enjoyed with Trevor, the security man. Perhaps he’d force her to bend over and then bugger her, no matter how much she begged him not to? She’d developed quite a ‘to do’ list, and being sodomised was right at the top! Amanda giggled. Second was girl-girl sex. The first was quite the opposite of the second, she mused, but both were very hot. She squirmed again, the leather seat pleasantly smooth against her bottom but providing no stimulation. She dropped one hand from the steering wheel into her lap. Should she?

No, she decided. She’d stick with her new lifestyle – masturbation with a partner, not instead of one.

Trevor. How easily he’d slipped from her thoughts, given what a big impression he’d made on her at the time. The man was a marvellous lay, although, now that she thought about it, she and Trevor hadn’t actually had sex, yet. Not the ‘tab A
into
slot B’ kind, anyway. That was a serious omission. Next time they got together, she’d get him to do her both ways, if she could persuade him it was his idea, not hers. There’d be no bossing him around, she was sure of that.

At the next lights she made a left turn and headed back towards her office building. It was getting late. So Trevor would soon be on duty.

When she walked into Forsythe Footwear’s darkened offices, there were vertical slits of light showing between the slats of her blinds. Had someone decided to do some snooping of their own? She crept over to the window and put her ear against the glass. There were some muffled sounds but she couldn’t make them out. Squinting through a slit showed her a subtly moving shadow but no more. Amanda stepped out of her pumps and tip-toed along the window-wall to her office door. It was closed but half-glazed. She peeked in with one eye.

There was a couple tangled in an embrace by her desk. The man, in his immaculately pressed striped shirtsleeves, had his back to her so she couldn’t tell who he was but the girl had hair like a pink dandelion. Nola! The cheeky little trollop! Just because she’d been in the habit of messing around with Amanda’s husband in that office didn’t give her the right to entertain her boyfriends there. That was disrespectful to both Roger
and
Amanda!

The couple disengaged long enough for Nola to peel her skinny-fit ribbed turquoise sweater up over her head and off. She was braless, of course. Nola needed no support, not with those childish little boobs, hardly more than bee-stings. Amanda had to admit they were pretty, though. The girl’s puffy nipples were about the same shade of shocking pink as the inside of Amanda’s pussy. The colour made them look vulnerable.

Nola pulled the man’s head down to the nipple of her
diminutive
right breast. Doing so half-turned him. He was Rupert, Amanda’s new retail supervisor! The bastard! The bitch! Her hand closed around the doorknob. She’d fire them both!

Nola’s head tipped back, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Amanda hesitated. True, Rupert was her boy-toy, but it wasn’t as if they’d promised to be faithful to each other. She’d only had him the once, that time in his shop. Amanda really had no business playing the betrayed damsel. She let go of the doorknob.

Rupert sucked and nibbled his way from Nola’s breasts up her neck to take her mouth in a long lascivious kiss. His hand slid up under her short slit skirt. It looked as if they weren’t just going to neck. The way they were going, before very long they’d be making out like minks right in Amanda’s office. It might be fun to watch …

Amanda’s fingers popped her skirt’s studs at her hip. Her hand stole into the slit. She found the crotch of her bikini panties and worked her fingertips inside.

No! Hadn’t she just decided not to masturbate alone any more? Why should she lurk outside her own damned office and finger herself while her employees got all the action? Without another thought, Amanda threw the door open and marched in.

‘What the hell do you two think you’re doing?’ she demanded.

The cliché ‘They sprang guiltily apart’ came to life. Amanda suppressed a laugh.

Rupert spluttered. Nola flushed and buried her face in her hands. The girl’s shoulders quivered and she made sobbing noises but Amanda was sure the little slut was putting on an act.

Rupert said, ‘Nola said you were gone for the day.’

‘And that’s your excuse?’

‘No – I mean …’

‘And you aren’t even doing it right, not for her.’

Rupert looked blank. Nola raised her head, wide-eyed and confused.

‘You’re being gentle. Nola likes it rough, don’t you, Nola? She likes to be dominated, to be forced. This randy little whore likes a bit of pain to spice up her pleasure.’

‘How do you …? What are you saying?’ Rupert spluttered. ‘I don’t get it.’

‘I think I’ve been abundantly clear, Rupert.’ Amanda softened her tone. ‘You’ve so much to learn about girls. I suppose I’d better teach you. Here, give me your tie.’

Bewildered, Rupert did as he was told.

Nola asked, ‘Are you going to fire us, Ms Garland?’

Amanda considered using the threat of dismissing them to ensure their obedience but decided against it. That was the sort of dirty trick stuffy old men used to control their underlings. These two would do what she wanted, exactly what she wanted, because that was their natures. They
needed
to obey, just as she needed to command them – and just as she in turn sometimes craved to be dominated. She knew just how exciting it was to willingly submit and she wanted nothing less for Nola and Rupert.

‘No,’ she said. ‘Your jobs are perfectly safe. You are both free to walk out of my office, right now, and I’ll forget what I found going on in here.’

‘But?’ Nola said. Understanding dawned in her pale-green eyes.

Amanda grinned. ‘You’d be opting out of my special “employee benefits programme.” You wouldn’t want to do that, would you?’

‘Employee benefits programme?’ Rupert asked.

‘It’s an educational one. You remember what I taught you – “just obey”?’

He nodded. Nola looked questioningly at him, then at Amanda.

‘You’ll see,’ Amanda said to the girl. She took a deep breath. She’d had no doubts about her abilities to seduce and dominate her young men. Amanda was sexy and boys of their ages were horny by nature. They’d have sacrificed a testicle each for the chance to have her. Nola was different. Amanda had no idea how the girl would take to being fondled by another woman. What if she refused? Even worse, what if she went along with it because she felt she had to?

The other problem was that, for all her bluster, Amanda had never been with a woman, while it was very possible that Nola had, which meant the girl with the candyfloss hair might be more sexually experienced in this particular arena than she was! At any rate, Nola certainly couldn’t have
less
experience.

Before she could chicken out, Amanda spun Nola round by her bare shoulder, pulled her arms behind her and bound her wrists with Rupert’s silk tie. Nola didn’t struggle or protest, which was a good sign.

Another deep breath.