Amanda's Young Men (30 page)

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THE MEETING ROOM
in 1012 was empty, suspiciously so. The suddenly important blue hat lay in the corner where it had landed when Amanda had sent it sailing across the room.

‘Oh there’s my hat!’ She didn’t bother actually picking it up.

A chorus of muffled giggles greeted her extra-loud exclamation.

‘Hello?’ she called out in her best ‘I’m ready to be surprised’ voice. ‘Is that you, Nola?’

‘In here,’ Nola’s voice sang out.

Amanda followed the sound through the slightly ajar glass doors into the main bedroom. It had been transformed into a scene out of
Arabian Nights
. Nola, resplendent in the garb of a belly dancer, gyrated in time with the exotic
afar
music that suddenly filled the air. She held a garish crown aloft.

Paul, draped only in a white sheet, lay on one of the double beds. His body gleamed as if it had been recently oiled. Rupert, also wrapped in a white sheet, duplicated Paul’s pose.

All three called out together, ‘Surprise!’

A big spangled sign was posted on the wall between the two beds. It read ‘Congratulations, Ms Amanda, President of Forsythe Footwear and Our Sultana Forever!’

The coffee table was dominated by a big cake, as gaudy as the crown, which was surrounded by platters of food and a basket of fruit. Bottles of Dom Perignon ’82, her favourite champagne in her favourite year, were crowded into ice buckets.
There
were four champagne flutes waiting. Four. A nice number.

‘Were you surprised?’ Nola set the crown on Amanda’s head.

‘Oh yes!’ Amanda clapped her hands. ‘Completely! It’s wonderful! I love it! Now let me see, Nola is my belly-dancing harem girl, but you two fine fellows, who are you?’

‘Why, we are your sex slaves, Madam Ms President Amanda, Sultana forever,’ said Paul, though the last word was a little strangled as he tried not to laugh.

‘And we two slaves have a surprise for you,’ said Rupert.

The young men stood facing each other. Their sheets dropped and Amanda saw that they were already both half-erect. Legs planted slightly apart, without moving their arms from their sides, Rupert and Paul leant forwards and kissed. It was a stunning tableau, made more so by the fact that, as the kiss lingered, both men’s erections grew until their tips touched in the space between them.

‘My beautiful boys.’ Amanda’s voice was husky.

‘Think of the fun we can have now!’ Nola exclaimed.

‘Come, give me a hug and let’s open the champagne.’ Amanda’s crown slid down over one eye and she adjusted it; garish though it might be, she quite liked it.

They surrounded her, kissing and hugging her until she was breathless. Paul broke away to pop the cork and serve the champagne. ‘To Amanda,’ he said as he handed her a glass. Amanda felt a frisson she hadn’t experienced before with Paul. It wasn’t like him to be careless, which meant he’d left the customary ‘Ms’ off the front of her name on purpose. Might he be a ‘switch’, like her, or perhaps moving in the direction of dominant? If so, eventually, she’d have to deal with being his boss but that was down the line. For now the possibility was exciting.

‘To Ms Amanda,’ chimed in Nola.

Amanda tilted her head to her Girl Friday. Nola was the perfect party girl, but eventually she’d tire of playing dumb, and her hair wasn’t likely to stay pink forever. Then what?

‘President and Sultana!’ Rupert shouted.

And Rupert. What would he become as he matured? He seemed to have the nature of a true sybarite but would it be refined in the man Rupert was becoming, or would it become more extreme?

They clinked glasses.

Amanda started to tingle all over. Goddam! She hadn’t lost her most interesting lovers; she’d simply lost the two oldest ones.

She sipped her champagne while the other three gulped half a glass each. Likely they’d never tasted anything as remotely delicious as the vintage Dom they were pouring down their throats. She suppressed a laugh as she imagined the bill she’d be presented with when they checked out. But that wouldn’t be until tomorrow. They had a long lovely adventure ahead of them. It was time to take charge.

‘You, slurping your champagne,’ she said to Nola, ‘you are more like a piglet than a pet.’

For a split second, Nola looked stricken, then she grinned and hung her head in mock-shame.

‘You, my dear, shall have to be punished,’ growled Amanda. ‘Get on to that sofa and show me your greedy pussy.’

Nola hopped on to the sofa, hiked up her harem skirt and brazenly parted her knees to show off her naked not-so-private parts.

‘You two, my adorable sex slaves, face each other again, as you did when you surprised me with your marvellous new deviance.’

The boys stood close, their hands at their sides and their feet planted as if for battle.

Pretending she didn’t already know the answer, she asked, ‘Are you willing to fondle each other?’

They nodded, a little shy but mostly pleased. Each reached to caress the other and both erections stiffened immediately.

Amanda’s heart swelled with pride. Had they really done this, explored each other, for her? The idea thrilled her even though she doubted it was true. When she’d spied on them, she had seen an intimacy so profound it could only be born of true lust.

Amanda turned slowly on the spot. Life was such fun! Here she was, having defeated the Wicked Witch, surrounded by depraved young lovers, each of them toying proudly with their own or each other’s sexual parts – at her command. Her heart swelled with pride. Two handsome cocks and a pretty pussy at her disposal. Anything she wanted,
anything
, was available. Where to start?

Nola. The girl was hardly moving. Just half the lengths of two fingers were buried between her neat, almost childish, nether lips. It was the play of the tendons on the back of her hand that told Amanda the girl was dabbling inside herself, stroking the intricate contours of her sex’s lining.

‘Show me your clit, Nola.’

Grinning, the girl pulled her fingers up and back, to spread her lips wide and expose the tiny pink polyp. Amanda wet a fingertip and gave the sensitive nub a delicate circular caress. Nola sucked in a gasp. Although she was pretending to be relaxed, Amanda could tell that the girl was seething with lust.

‘Wait for it,’ Amanda admonished.

‘I’ll try.’ The muscles that ran up the insides of Nola’s slender thighs twitched, further betraying her extreme arousal.

‘Rupert, back on your bed, please,’ she said. Amanda stripped off her coat-dress. She walked, bare but for hose, heels and
crown
, to Rupert’s bed. Taking his firm young erection in hand, she gave it a few experimental strokes. Rupert’s flesh was like velvet wrapped around stiff rope that was getting stiffer by the minute. She took his hand and put it around his rod. ‘Keep stroking,’ she told him.

‘You too, sex slave number two,’ she said. ‘Up on your bed and stroking your cock, please.’

Paul did as he was bid.

Rupert truly was ‘stroking’. His fingertips drifted up and down the length of his shaft, barely touching it. No doubt he was afraid that more vigorous caresses would take him over the edge. As his eyes wandered over Amanda’s naked body, he bit his lower lip. Poor lad! It had to be absolute torture for him. Just to make it worse, Amanda bent over and planted a tiny soft kiss on his lop-sided arrowhead’s wet eye. He groaned.

Amanda licked a dew-drop of his pre-come from her lips. ‘Want me to suck you off?’ she asked.

His legs doubled up. A strangled, ‘Oh, fuck!’ was his only reply.

‘I’ll take that as a “yes”,’ she teased before turning to Paul, on the other bed.

His fist was tightly wrapped around his shaft but pumping very slowly. Amanda tried to tousle his hair but on this occasion its spikes were too stiff for that. She trailed her fingertips down his gaunt ribcage and across the slight concavity of his tummy. As she neared his pubic mound, he tensed up and squeezed tighter. Her fingers tangled in his short hairs, which happily weren’t styled into brittleness. As she tugged, she asked him, ‘Wouldn’t it be nice if that lovely thick cock of yours was deep inside my bum? Do you think you’d like to violate me like that? I could squeeze your cock as hard as your fingers are doing?’

He nodded violently.

Amanda turned to the entire room. ‘Are you all ready to play “Everyone does Amanda”?’

Rupert nodded. Paul grunted.

Nola said, ‘Yummy! Whenever you say, Ms Amanda, and
whatever
way you want us.’

Amanda ceremoniously removed her crown. ‘I want you … Yes, I promised you my bum, Paul, and you shall have it, but first … Nola, come over here, on all fours, like the Sultana’s pet pink pussy cat.’

Nola rolled off the sofa and crawled towards Amanda, hips swinging, making soft purring sounds in her throat. ‘Meow?’

‘Pussy likes pussy?’ Amanda asked.

‘Meow!’

‘Then you shall have some.’ Amanda perched on the edge of Paul’s bed and spread her legs wide.

Nola crawled close. Her tongue flattened on Amanda’s nylon-sheathed thigh, just above her knee, and rasped its way up to and over her mistress’s lacy stocking top.

‘Higher,’ Amanda commanded.

‘Meow.’ The tongue glided over the glossy skin of Amanda’s inner thigh.

Rupert blurted, ‘Oh fuck! Lick her good, Nola!’

‘You may finger her bum-hole while she licks me, Rupert.’

Nola’s face nuzzled between Amanda’s thighs. As Nola’s tongue tantalised Amanda’s engorged lips, Rupert wet a finger and touched it to the girl’s tight little sphincter.

‘I said, “finger”, not tease,’ Amanda told him.

Spurred by her order, he thrust and buried the full length of his finger into Nola’s bottom. Nola wiggled her hips and humped back at him. Amanda took hold of Nola’s nape and pulled her face in higher and closer.

Paul coughed. Amanda said, ‘Patience, slave boy. I promised
you
a chance to please me and I always keep my promises.’

By then, Nola’s tantalising tongue had teased Amanda’s lips into parting so her liquid lust slicked her inner thighs and made them glisten.

‘OK, everyone,’ Amanda announced. ‘It’s time for you
all
to serve me. Give me room for a moment. Rupert, wriggle down the bed on your back a bit to give us space to play in.’

She stood up. Amanda nudged Rupert into position and climbed up astride him. ‘Put his cock in my pussy, Nola,’ Amanda said with deliberate crudeness.

Nola held Rupert in position while Amanda descended. The head nudged her nether lips. She wriggled, aiming for his shaft, and lowered herself with a series of little movements, skewering herself on his rigid pole until his pubes and her mound met.

Amanda bent forwards and looked into the boy’s eyes. ‘Tight enough for you, Rupert?’

He nodded.

‘Well, it’s going to get a lot tighter.’ She turned her head. ‘Lube my bum-hole, Nola.’

Without hesitating, Nola stretched over the bed and worked her face between the cheeks of Amanda’s bottom. A slithery tongue probed. Amanda relaxed her sphincter to allow it access. Nola wet Amanda for a few enjoyable moments, and then withdrew. ‘I think you’re ready,’ she said.

‘Your turn, Paul. You know where to put your cock, don’t you?’

‘Yes.’ He knelt up behind Amanda. It was Nola’s hands that spread Amanda’s cheeks as wide as she could. Paul’s knob touched Amanda’s pucker. He leant towards her and gripped her hips.

‘Ready?’ His voice held a commanding tone entirely appropriate to the debasing act he was about to perform on her.

She nodded.

He surged into her. The first stroke was as sharp as the cut of a knife.

Rupert gasped. Amanda’s inner walls were being squeezed flat with his rod resisting on all sides.

Amanda took a deep breath. ‘Rupert, diddle me. Nola, kiss me.’

Nola’s ripe mouth ravished Amanda’s. Rupert rubbed her pink pearl and humped up into her pussy as best he could. Paul pumped down, into her bottom. The three-way assault was barely tolerable. Amanda’s body was taut, too taut. With Trevor and Nola, this was where she’d had to stop, but this time she was determined to ride the sensation all the way. She willed herself to relax and take Paul a little deeper, bear down on Rupert a touch harder. For a few minutes the only noise was panting, kissing, and the harsh wet sound of pumping.

Amanda’s toes curled.

‘Do it,’ she gasped, as much an invitation to them to climax with her if they were ready as it was an order to keep filling her with their hot young flesh. She groaned as the first of her contractions clamped on to not one but two plundering rods. The exquisite sensation made her spasm again, and that felt so fabulous it happened again, and so on and on she came. Slurping on Nola’s tongue, garbling the words she used to articulate ecstasy, ‘God’ and ‘Fuck’ and ‘Oh my God it’s killing me’ she rocked through half a dozen half-painful spasms, but no one stopped until Amanda went limp among them.

There would be time, for whoever hadn’t come yet, to come, and for everyone else to come again. For the moment, Amanda was almost buried by lovers. Here in the harem they’d created for her amusement, sated by their sexual prowess, touched by their affection and respect, she felt surrounded by love, should she choose to look at it that way. Was it enough?

Slowly, Amanda untangled herself from the sweaty knot of limbs. ‘Nola,’ she said, ‘dance for us, darling. Rupert, more wine? And, Paul, are those grapes I see? Come, my sweet sex slaves, feed me, amuse me and slake my thirst!’

It was enough, for now.

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