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.
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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.
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