Star Trek Amazon Episode One The Prince Of Amazonia
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A dark haired Amazon of a girl walked by me today at work and I wondered what it would be like to pound her. The compulsion to touch her was so strong when she bent over to put some sugar in her coffee that I almost earned myself a trip to HR!!! I think it would have been worth it!
Anyway, that got me to thinking……
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I had noticed Amanda the very first day she started work in our office complex. Most guys did, come to think of it. It was not every day that a 20 something female who was nearly six feet tall and perfectly proportioned worked in our building. One who had tats on her wrists and around her neck like bracelets and matching necklace were even more rare. But what made her stand out in the mind of everyone were those electric blue eyes. One guy said that they were violet eyes that sparked with an energy that surpassed the power generated by our latest design of a nuclear power plant! I was not so certain he was not right!
As the chief security officer over both cyber and physical security at our facility I try to meet with each individual hired by our company within the first week to make certain they understand what they can and cannot bring in and take out of our location and what they can and should not talk about outside of the development facilities. So the second I saw her I made certain she was on my schedule.
I was pleasantly surprised when we sat down and began talking to discover that not only was she easy on the eyes, Amanda also had a keen intellect, sharp wit and the ability to get serious when the need arose without being told to straighten up. I was genuinely intrigued by her and was sorry for the 30 minutes to pass so quickly.
As we stood to shake hands at the conclusion of our time she said, “You must have a pretty good workout routine. You are not anything like the soft cyber-security spooks I have had to work with before. Do you mind if I ask what you do to stay fit?”
“When I was in the Navy I was taught that the key to maintaining mental strength is in part related to staying physically fit. So after I left I trained some para-military groups and while working with them I developed my own system of running, striking, lifting, carrying and jumping that keeps the heart rate up and challenges every part of a body, especially one that turned 50 last month.”
“No way! I had you pegged as being in your early 40’s or 45 at the oldest!” she said, truly surprised. “Thank you for your service! Is there any chance you might show a simple girl this work out regiment some day?” she asked with genuine interest. I replied in the affirmative and we made plans to meet Saturday morning at a nearby park in the afternoon.
Saturday arrived and I steered into an empty parking space at the back of the park near a fitness course. I pulled out the two bulky black bags from the back of my SUV and dropped them to the grass. I turned to see Amanda stepping out of a jeep parked in the shade about 30 yards away. If I thought she was something to look at in her business casual clothes, I had to put myself in check to keep from staring at her as she waved and made to stretch a little as she approached me.
She had on black yoga pants that somehow managed to look more revealing than if she were naked. Her natural D cups were held in check by a black sport bra and form fitting crop top with a very wide neck line. As she came closer I could see her nipples straining in anticipation and excitement and I casually glanced down to make certain no parts of my body were betraying my own excitement at seeing her!
One of the bags had 35 pounds of sand packaged in it. The other had 60. I picked up the heavier bag and indicated she should pick up the other and we began my work out which revolves around lifting the bags, carrying them, dropping them, doing jumps or pushups or chin-ups or squats, short sprints and then picking up the bags and moving on..
In ten minutes we were both sweating and breathing hard. She had to work hard on some of the upper body parts of the work out, but I was hard pressed to stay level with her on the runs and jumps. As we pushed each other through the last set of exercises I think the competitive nature in each of us was the only thing that kept us from saying enough! We jogged across the width of the open area, maybe 50 yards away and then I looked at her and said, “Race you back to the bags.”
I had barely gotten the words out of my mouth and she was turning and running back across the manicured ground I was almost glad to be behind her, watching her long legs stretch and her ass flex. It truly was a sight to behold. Fortunately, I was only able to pass her in the final strides. “No fair!” she gasped, “I was slowing down. I won.” She panted and then laughed before collapsing onto her back and extending her hands over her head to drink in more air.
I walked the few paces back to her and bent over, hands on knees, my shadow shading her lovely eyes. Those full breasts were heaving and her skin glowed with the sweat and from the exertion of the workout. To be honest, as I looked down at her I thought I had never seen a more beautiful woman in all of my life. She smiled up at me and I had images of those white teeth, and full lips pleasing me in many a wicked way.
“You have to admit, this old man wore your ass out!” I laughed.
“I admit no such thing! You did not even touch my ass…. Yet.” She replied with a smile and then she extended a lovely strong arm up to me and I helped her up to her feet. We walked over to where the bags were sitting in a pile and I picked them both up and we walked toward the lot. “I will admit one thing; that is a hell of a workout! I can tell you right now I am going to be feeling that in the morning!”
“You wanted to know how I kept fit. I do this type of work out two or three of times a week from March through November as weather permits.” I admitted. “It is not easy, but so far it seems to be worth it!” I said with a smile at Amanda.
“Well what do you do to rehydrate? I might even buy you a chaser in honor of the fact that you were always running behind me today!” she said as she put a foot up on the bumper of my vehicle and bent to stretch. I dropped the bags in the back, turned and saw her sweet, strong ass, bottoms up pointing at me and I decided what the hell. I slapped a good solid open hand across those firm solid cheeks!
“One,” she quietly said, barely having to adjust her balance.
I stood there just staring. I had been prepared for a yip, a yell, a quick flare of temper. I was not at all ready for her to submit like that! She straightened up turned and looked at me with a smile and said, “I must have been either very good or quite a disappointment to only get one swat.” Then she turned around, bent over at the waist, ostensibly to stretch her hamstrings… or was it to present me with her ass? She grabbed her ankles and pulled herself down double.
Swat. “Two.” Swat. “Three” Swat “Four.” Swat “Five”
I then ran my hand over the firm ass that I had just warmed up. Amanda straightened up, looked at me and said, “I think I need to get a shower and rehydrate. My apartment is just a mile away. Care to join me?”
“I think I can work you into my schedule.” I replied.
She turned and started to walk across to her jeep, stopped and said, “I just remembered, I drank the last of my alcohol last night. Would you mind picking some up?” I told her I would and she told me where her apartment was and that she would wait until I got there to take her shower so I would not be locked out.
That was all I could think about as I pulled into the shopping plaza with the state liquor store and picked up a cube of beer and a couple of bottles of whiskey and rum.
Following her directions I pushed a buzzer and the exterior door buzzed and I went in and down into the basement set of apartments. Hers was on the left and I knocked on the door and heard her call out, “Come in.”
I stepped through the doorway and damn near dropped the booze. Amanda was kneeling in the opening to the hallway with not a stitch of clothing, just a dog collar around her neck attached to a chrome chain leash. She held the leather leash end in one hand and a paddle in the other and had her face directed toward the floor!
Shutting the door, I threw the latch and turned and once again surveyed the incredible young woman. She was not even a glimmer in her parent’s eyes when I was her age! And yet, there she was, submitting herself to my use. It was a game I was familiar with, even though I was somewhat surprised that she was.
I said nothing to her as I walked past her and into the kitchen and put the beer in the fridge and the other bottles on the counter. Returning to where Amanda still was, in the same position, I stepped around her and walked down the hall. On the left side of the hall was the bath and a small bedroom that had a weight bench, an exercise ball, jump rope and various other things as well as a television. The other side of the hall had a nice sized, definitely feminine bedroom with a large walk in closet.
A plan began coming together.
Walking back down the hall I took the paddle and the leash from Amanda and told her to get up and come with me. Entering the bathroom I said, “I have to pee. Get my cock out and point it at the toilet and be quick about it.” Her eyes got wide and she started to say something (probably to say something about not doing anything like golden showers or s**t) but I just raised an eyebrow and she demurely came over and unzipped and unbuttoned my cargo shorts. Then as I turned toward the toilet, she took my expanding prick in her hand and aimed it at the toilet bowl. After a moment or two of trying to relax I finally began releasing a decent stream. I watched her face as she slowly played my stream around in the bowl aiming my cock first one direction and then another! ”That is so cool!” she said quietly as the stream weakened and then stopped.
“Shake it a couple of times.” I said and she did
I reached over and put the seat down. “Your turn. Have seat.” I said. She looked at me warily then sat down. As she did, I reached down and gathered a small wad of tissue as I heard her begin to empty her bladder. When I was fairly certain she was done, I said, “Spread your legs.” Amanda’s face turned crimson as she looked at me with imploring eyes. “Now.,” I added firmly and she did She rolled her hips back on the seat and angled her pussy up so I could get to her easily. I dabbed at her pee hole and wiped her folds before dropping the tissue and then running my fingers through the folds and cleft of her sex.
Leering at her as she turned her head in mortification, I knew I was in charge of taking this young woman who just a little earlier probably thought she controlled the game! Sliding a finger into her, I pushed the flat of my thumb against her clitoral hood and gently increased pressure as I twirled my finger in slow circles deep inside her juicy pussy. Amanda bit her lip and looked down and away from me. “Look at me you slut.” I said quietly. “I want you to look at me as you ride my fingers. You are so bad you cannot stop yourself, can you. Such a wanton little whore.”
Amanda looked up at me and as I went on telling her how could feel her greedy little pussy pulling on my finger, she began quietly moaning and rolling her hips . She was really getting hot as I began rubbing my thumb ever so slightly side to side. Her breath began coming in short gasps and I could feel her trembling as she got near.
So I pulled my fingers out. “Open your mouth!” I commanded. She was in that confused mental place on the precipice of a body convulsing orgasm and then… She opened her mouth and I stuck my fingers wet with her juices into her mouth and cleaned them off on her tongue.
I turned and started the water and in the shower and stripped off my clothes as she watched. Now I am no porn star, but the last few minutes had me aroused to the point where I had no reason to be ashamed. I took her by the hand and pushed her into the shower before stepping in myself. “I am feeling rather dirty myself, so clean wash me, maybe you can do that right since you can’t seem to be able to cum on your own!” I said and laughed as she glared daggers at me.
Grabbing the bar of soap, she began washing my chest and arms. Then she moved in closer and wrapped her arms around my chest and began “washing my back”. As our mouths met, I had no complaints about her technique! Soon my cock was trapped between our bellies and her breasts were sliding across my soapy chest in smooth slick sensation that was very nice!
Amanda knew how to kiss. Our tongues and mouths played with each other and addressed every nerve ending from the chest up on each other. Her hands with the sudsy soap bar slid down to my ass and even washed where no woman has gone before and I have to admit, it only served to arouse me all the more!
She turned me so that my back was to the shower head and then sank down to her knees to clean my cock and balls with her mouth. Grabbing her wet mane of hair I did my best to control her efforts and prolong an end that I reared was approaching all too fast. As I felt that point rapidly approaching, I reached down and pulled the once again confused woman to her feet.
Taking her by her shoulders I turned her around and pressed my body against hers from behind. “My turn to wash you!” I whispered into her ear before biting the side of her neck while squeezing her big bull breasts. I felt her hands go back to my hips and soon my stiff cock was sliding smoothly up and down the cleavage of her ass! She was moaning and urging me on as my own obscene narrative filled her ears. My hands slid from her breasts to her hips to her pussy to her ass and then all over again as she pushed her Amazonian body back against me with strength enough to match that of my own.
Again I found myself rapidly approaching that point of no return and while I wanted that release almost more than my next breath, I did not want to waste it in the shower!
I turned the water off and had every intention of taking her into the bedroom and stuffing her wet body full of my seed there, but she had other ideas. Turning me to her as we stood there in the wet environment, water dripping off of every part of our bodies, she leaned into my face and bit my bottom lip then urgently whispered, “You want to own me like a man? Fuck me like a man. Fuck me here. Fuck me hard! Fuck me now!!!” She had hold of my fully erect cock and was pushing its head down toward her furnace. I bent my knees and reached behind her and lifted her ass as she wrapped her legs around my hips. With one hand she steadied herself by pushing on a built in shower shelf and with the other, she put the head of my cock into her pussy and lowered herself onto me!
Now I have fucked more than my share of women and can even boast having had sex on every continent but Antarctica, but there was something about this that was incredible. Amanda knew her body and how to use it like the most experienced women I had ever been with and yet was fit and tighter than even most of the youngest. Her pussy rippled, squeezed, pulled and teased me from root to tip and moved with the silken perfection that dreams are made of and fantasies hope for. I was pounding in and out of her as she leaned back against the wall for leverage and used those long strong legs to pull me in deeper and lock me there! Her breasts jumped and bounced up and down again and again teasing my hungry mouth as her eyes drilled wounds deep into my soul that she hooked her will into and yanked the very soul of me out of my heart!
Then she was arching her back and a hand flew to the top of her pussy and every muscle in her magnificent body tensed, and I mean every one! It was all I could take, and with a savage growl, my balls slammed up against that hard ass of hers and I felt as if I pumped gallon after gallon of hot creamy cum up into her as she began twitching, twisting, cursing and moaning as if possessed.
I held her there for as long as I could before I released my death grip on the globes of her ass and my cock slid out of her and we both leaned against walls of the shower, gasping for breath and hoping our hearts would soon return to something closer to a normal rhythm.
Grabbing a wet wash cloth I smiled as I turned and pressed it against her hyper-sensitive sex. Her hands both flew to my wrist and pulled my hand back just an inch. “You sadist!” she said as she released the quick breath that she had taken in surprise.
“I’m just trying to help you clean up, Amanda.” I told her in the mock sincere tone meant to imitate an angel.
“Clean me up, my ass! I’m going to be dripping that load of cum out of my pussy for a couple hours, you bastard.” She laughed and pushed my hand away then took the cloth herself and she shuffled her body around and leaned against mine. She took my softening cock in the cloth and said, “Here let me clean you up!” I twitched and arched my back into her. She lay across my chest and sucked on my neck as I shuddered.
“I think I could do with a drink. I said when she came up for air.
“Good thing you brought some! I think I could do with one too!”
“Do you know any good pizza delivery places in the neighborhood?” I asked.
She pushed back and with a smile said, “As a matter of fact I do.”
“Good, we can put in an order and relax a little while we wait.” I said with a wicked smile.
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Now you know how my deviant mind works.
Halfway through writing this, I wondered about…”What if this young woman was more than a good little subby? What if she enjoyed playing the switch? What if after a few beers and slice or two of pizza she decided she wanted her new mature man to gobble her feminine slice of heaven….
Maybe I will have to write about that……..
Anyway, that got me to thinking……
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I had noticed Amanda the very first day she started work in our office complex. Most guys did, come to think of it. It was not every day that a 20 something female who was nearly six feet tall and perfectly proportioned worked in our building. One who had tats on her wrists and around her neck like bracelets and matching necklace were even more rare. But what made her stand out in the mind of everyone were those electric blue eyes. One guy said that they were violet eyes that sparked with an energy that surpassed the power generated by our latest design of a nuclear power plant! I was not so certain he was not right!
As the chief security officer over both cyber and physical security at our facility I try to meet with each individual hired by our company within the first week to make certain they understand what they can and cannot bring in and take out of our location and what they can and should not talk about outside of the development facilities. So the second I saw her I made certain she was on my schedule.
I was pleasantly surprised when we sat down and began talking to discover that not only was she easy on the eyes, Amanda also had a keen intellect, sharp wit and the ability to get serious when the need arose without being told to straighten up. I was genuinely intrigued by her and was sorry for the 30 minutes to pass so quickly.
As we stood to shake hands at the conclusion of our time she said, “You must have a pretty good workout routine. You are not anything like the soft cyber-security spooks I have had to work with before. Do you mind if I ask what you do to stay fit?”
“When I was in the Navy I was taught that the key to maintaining mental strength is in part related to staying physically fit. So after I left I trained some para-military groups and while working with them I developed my own system of running, striking, lifting, carrying and jumping that keeps the heart rate up and challenges every part of a body, especially one that turned 50 last month.”
“No way! I had you pegged as being in your early 40’s or 45 at the oldest!” she said, truly surprised. “Thank you for your service! Is there any chance you might show a simple girl this work out regiment some day?” she asked with genuine interest. I replied in the affirmative and we made plans to meet Saturday morning at a nearby park in the afternoon.
Saturday arrived and I steered into an empty parking space at the back of the park near a fitness course. I pulled out the two bulky black bags from the back of my SUV and dropped them to the grass. I turned to see Amanda stepping out of a jeep parked in the shade about 30 yards away. If I thought she was something to look at in her business casual clothes, I had to put myself in check to keep from staring at her as she waved and made to stretch a little as she approached me.
She had on black yoga pants that somehow managed to look more revealing than if she were naked. Her natural D cups were held in check by a black sport bra and form fitting crop top with a very wide neck line. As she came closer I could see her nipples straining in anticipation and excitement and I casually glanced down to make certain no parts of my body were betraying my own excitement at seeing her!
One of the bags had 35 pounds of sand packaged in it. The other had 60. I picked up the heavier bag and indicated she should pick up the other and we began my work out which revolves around lifting the bags, carrying them, dropping them, doing jumps or pushups or chin-ups or squats, short sprints and then picking up the bags and moving on..
In ten minutes we were both sweating and breathing hard. She had to work hard on some of the upper body parts of the work out, but I was hard pressed to stay level with her on the runs and jumps. As we pushed each other through the last set of exercises I think the competitive nature in each of us was the only thing that kept us from saying enough! We jogged across the width of the open area, maybe 50 yards away and then I looked at her and said, “Race you back to the bags.”
I had barely gotten the words out of my mouth and she was turning and running back across the manicured ground I was almost glad to be behind her, watching her long legs stretch and her ass flex. It truly was a sight to behold. Fortunately, I was only able to pass her in the final strides. “No fair!” she gasped, “I was slowing down. I won.” She panted and then laughed before collapsing onto her back and extending her hands over her head to drink in more air.
I walked the few paces back to her and bent over, hands on knees, my shadow shading her lovely eyes. Those full breasts were heaving and her skin glowed with the sweat and from the exertion of the workout. To be honest, as I looked down at her I thought I had never seen a more beautiful woman in all of my life. She smiled up at me and I had images of those white teeth, and full lips pleasing me in many a wicked way.
“You have to admit, this old man wore your ass out!” I laughed.
“I admit no such thing! You did not even touch my ass…. Yet.” She replied with a smile and then she extended a lovely strong arm up to me and I helped her up to her feet. We walked over to where the bags were sitting in a pile and I picked them both up and we walked toward the lot. “I will admit one thing; that is a hell of a workout! I can tell you right now I am going to be feeling that in the morning!”
“You wanted to know how I kept fit. I do this type of work out two or three of times a week from March through November as weather permits.” I admitted. “It is not easy, but so far it seems to be worth it!” I said with a smile at Amanda.
“Well what do you do to rehydrate? I might even buy you a chaser in honor of the fact that you were always running behind me today!” she said as she put a foot up on the bumper of my vehicle and bent to stretch. I dropped the bags in the back, turned and saw her sweet, strong ass, bottoms up pointing at me and I decided what the hell. I slapped a good solid open hand across those firm solid cheeks!
“One,” she quietly said, barely having to adjust her balance.
I stood there just staring. I had been prepared for a yip, a yell, a quick flare of temper. I was not at all ready for her to submit like that! She straightened up turned and looked at me with a smile and said, “I must have been either very good or quite a disappointment to only get one swat.” Then she turned around, bent over at the waist, ostensibly to stretch her hamstrings… or was it to present me with her ass? She grabbed her ankles and pulled herself down double.
Swat. “Two.” Swat. “Three” Swat “Four.” Swat “Five”
I then ran my hand over the firm ass that I had just warmed up. Amanda straightened up, looked at me and said, “I think I need to get a shower and rehydrate. My apartment is just a mile away. Care to join me?”
“I think I can work you into my schedule.” I replied.
She turned and started to walk across to her jeep, stopped and said, “I just remembered, I drank the last of my alcohol last night. Would you mind picking some up?” I told her I would and she told me where her apartment was and that she would wait until I got there to take her shower so I would not be locked out.
That was all I could think about as I pulled into the shopping plaza with the state liquor store and picked up a cube of beer and a couple of bottles of whiskey and rum.
Following her directions I pushed a buzzer and the exterior door buzzed and I went in and down into the basement set of apartments. Hers was on the left and I knocked on the door and heard her call out, “Come in.”
I stepped through the doorway and damn near dropped the booze. Amanda was kneeling in the opening to the hallway with not a stitch of clothing, just a dog collar around her neck attached to a chrome chain leash. She held the leather leash end in one hand and a paddle in the other and had her face directed toward the floor!
Shutting the door, I threw the latch and turned and once again surveyed the incredible young woman. She was not even a glimmer in her parent’s eyes when I was her age! And yet, there she was, submitting herself to my use. It was a game I was familiar with, even though I was somewhat surprised that she was.
I said nothing to her as I walked past her and into the kitchen and put the beer in the fridge and the other bottles on the counter. Returning to where Amanda still was, in the same position, I stepped around her and walked down the hall. On the left side of the hall was the bath and a small bedroom that had a weight bench, an exercise ball, jump rope and various other things as well as a television. The other side of the hall had a nice sized, definitely feminine bedroom with a large walk in closet.
A plan began coming together.
Walking back down the hall I took the paddle and the leash from Amanda and told her to get up and come with me. Entering the bathroom I said, “I have to pee. Get my cock out and point it at the toilet and be quick about it.” Her eyes got wide and she started to say something (probably to say something about not doing anything like golden showers or s**t) but I just raised an eyebrow and she demurely came over and unzipped and unbuttoned my cargo shorts. Then as I turned toward the toilet, she took my expanding prick in her hand and aimed it at the toilet bowl. After a moment or two of trying to relax I finally began releasing a decent stream. I watched her face as she slowly played my stream around in the bowl aiming my cock first one direction and then another! ”That is so cool!” she said quietly as the stream weakened and then stopped.
“Shake it a couple of times.” I said and she did
I reached over and put the seat down. “Your turn. Have seat.” I said. She looked at me warily then sat down. As she did, I reached down and gathered a small wad of tissue as I heard her begin to empty her bladder. When I was fairly certain she was done, I said, “Spread your legs.” Amanda’s face turned crimson as she looked at me with imploring eyes. “Now.,” I added firmly and she did She rolled her hips back on the seat and angled her pussy up so I could get to her easily. I dabbed at her pee hole and wiped her folds before dropping the tissue and then running my fingers through the folds and cleft of her sex.
Leering at her as she turned her head in mortification, I knew I was in charge of taking this young woman who just a little earlier probably thought she controlled the game! Sliding a finger into her, I pushed the flat of my thumb against her clitoral hood and gently increased pressure as I twirled my finger in slow circles deep inside her juicy pussy. Amanda bit her lip and looked down and away from me. “Look at me you slut.” I said quietly. “I want you to look at me as you ride my fingers. You are so bad you cannot stop yourself, can you. Such a wanton little whore.”
Amanda looked up at me and as I went on telling her how could feel her greedy little pussy pulling on my finger, she began quietly moaning and rolling her hips . She was really getting hot as I began rubbing my thumb ever so slightly side to side. Her breath began coming in short gasps and I could feel her trembling as she got near.
So I pulled my fingers out. “Open your mouth!” I commanded. She was in that confused mental place on the precipice of a body convulsing orgasm and then… She opened her mouth and I stuck my fingers wet with her juices into her mouth and cleaned them off on her tongue.
I turned and started the water and in the shower and stripped off my clothes as she watched. Now I am no porn star, but the last few minutes had me aroused to the point where I had no reason to be ashamed. I took her by the hand and pushed her into the shower before stepping in myself. “I am feeling rather dirty myself, so clean wash me, maybe you can do that right since you can’t seem to be able to cum on your own!” I said and laughed as she glared daggers at me.
Grabbing the bar of soap, she began washing my chest and arms. Then she moved in closer and wrapped her arms around my chest and began “washing my back”. As our mouths met, I had no complaints about her technique! Soon my cock was trapped between our bellies and her breasts were sliding across my soapy chest in smooth slick sensation that was very nice!
Amanda knew how to kiss. Our tongues and mouths played with each other and addressed every nerve ending from the chest up on each other. Her hands with the sudsy soap bar slid down to my ass and even washed where no woman has gone before and I have to admit, it only served to arouse me all the more!
She turned me so that my back was to the shower head and then sank down to her knees to clean my cock and balls with her mouth. Grabbing her wet mane of hair I did my best to control her efforts and prolong an end that I reared was approaching all too fast. As I felt that point rapidly approaching, I reached down and pulled the once again confused woman to her feet.
Taking her by her shoulders I turned her around and pressed my body against hers from behind. “My turn to wash you!” I whispered into her ear before biting the side of her neck while squeezing her big bull breasts. I felt her hands go back to my hips and soon my stiff cock was sliding smoothly up and down the cleavage of her ass! She was moaning and urging me on as my own obscene narrative filled her ears. My hands slid from her breasts to her hips to her pussy to her ass and then all over again as she pushed her Amazonian body back against me with strength enough to match that of my own.
Again I found myself rapidly approaching that point of no return and while I wanted that release almost more than my next breath, I did not want to waste it in the shower!
I turned the water off and had every intention of taking her into the bedroom and stuffing her wet body full of my seed there, but she had other ideas. Turning me to her as we stood there in the wet environment, water dripping off of every part of our bodies, she leaned into my face and bit my bottom lip then urgently whispered, “You want to own me like a man? Fuck me like a man. Fuck me here. Fuck me hard! Fuck me now!!!” She had hold of my fully erect cock and was pushing its head down toward her furnace. I bent my knees and reached behind her and lifted her ass as she wrapped her legs around my hips. With one hand she steadied herself by pushing on a built in shower shelf and with the other, she put the head of my cock into her pussy and lowered herself onto me!
Now I have fucked more than my share of women and can even boast having had sex on every continent but Antarctica, but there was something about this that was incredible. Amanda knew her body and how to use it like the most experienced women I had ever been with and yet was fit and tighter than even most of the youngest. Her pussy rippled, squeezed, pulled and teased me from root to tip and moved with the silken perfection that dreams are made of and fantasies hope for. I was pounding in and out of her as she leaned back against the wall for leverage and used those long strong legs to pull me in deeper and lock me there! Her breasts jumped and bounced up and down again and again teasing my hungry mouth as her eyes drilled wounds deep into my soul that she hooked her will into and yanked the very soul of me out of my heart!
Then she was arching her back and a hand flew to the top of her pussy and every muscle in her magnificent body tensed, and I mean every one! It was all I could take, and with a savage growl, my balls slammed up against that hard ass of hers and I felt as if I pumped gallon after gallon of hot creamy cum up into her as she began twitching, twisting, cursing and moaning as if possessed.
I held her there for as long as I could before I released my death grip on the globes of her ass and my cock slid out of her and we both leaned against walls of the shower, gasping for breath and hoping our hearts would soon return to something closer to a normal rhythm.
Grabbing a wet wash cloth I smiled as I turned and pressed it against her hyper-sensitive sex. Her hands both flew to my wrist and pulled my hand back just an inch. “You sadist!” she said as she released the quick breath that she had taken in surprise.
“I’m just trying to help you clean up, Amanda.” I told her in the mock sincere tone meant to imitate an angel.
“Clean me up, my ass! I’m going to be dripping that load of cum out of my pussy for a couple hours, you bastard.” She laughed and pushed my hand away then took the cloth herself and she shuffled her body around and leaned against mine. She took my softening cock in the cloth and said, “Here let me clean you up!” I twitched and arched my back into her. She lay across my chest and sucked on my neck as I shuddered.
“I think I could do with a drink. I said when she came up for air.
“Good thing you brought some! I think I could do with one too!”
“Do you know any good pizza delivery places in the neighborhood?” I asked.
She pushed back and with a smile said, “As a matter of fact I do.”
“Good, we can put in an order and relax a little while we wait.” I said with a wicked smile.
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Now you know how my deviant mind works.
Halfway through writing this, I wondered about…”What if this young woman was more than a good little subby? What if she enjoyed playing the switch? What if after a few beers and slice or two of pizza she decided she wanted her new mature man to gobble her feminine slice of heaven….
Maybe I will have to write about that……..
Gigi
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