Amanda goes through with it

Amanda got up, walked over to the bar and grabbed the vodka bottle, and then returned to stand in front of Melville. She reached out her hand and said “that offer works for me.” She drew him up from the couch and led him into his bedroom. Once there, she pushed him onto the bed so that he was seated upright. She powered on the stereo on the bedroom and synched it with the music from the other room. She took a swig of vodka from the bottle; letting it coat her lips, and then leaned in to kiss him. She helped him off with his jacket, and then unbuttoned his shirt, kissing down his chest as she descended. She slid his shirt off, and knelt before him. This guy really was solid muscle, almost to the point where it was too much.

Glancing up at him, and biting her lower lip again, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped the front of his pants. He kicked off his shoes and she slid the trousers off him, and tossed them aside. His thighs were enormous! This guy must live at the gym. How does he find clothes that fit him? She certainly liked the chiselled features of his body; there was just so much body. She saw that there was a bit of apprehension on his end. He was probably not used to being at this much of a disadvantage; or of not being in charge. Amanda ran her hand softly over the front of his boxers, and felt him stiffen. Whatever was under there, she could sense it was going to be thick. Amanda stood up, walked a few steps away from the bed, glanced over her shoulder and said, “shall I begin?” Melville nodded joyously! Taking another small swig of Vodka, Amanda began her show.

The smooth beat of the music penetrated her body as she began to sway, still facing away from him. She walked to the bedroom door in a sultry manner, closed it, locked it, and turned to face him. As she approached him, she reached up and pulled the elastic from her ponytail, letting her dark hair cascade down around her shoulders. Melville whistled softly in approval. Amanda began to sway again, running her hands up the sides of her body, and around her neck and breasts. She played with the shoulder straps of dress teasingly.

Turning around again, she pressed her hands against the wall, and arched out her ass at him. So powerfully did she thrust at him, that she almost wondered if she would tear the dress. She continued her seductive dancing until the end of the song. As the next began, Amanda knelt again before him, and watched as the bulge in his boxers began to grow again. She pressed her body against his crotch, and moved up and down, letting her breasts sandwich his growing cock. Cupping each of her breasts, she was able provide some firm pressure against him. While this all was still just part of the job, Amanda took pride in the fact that she was damn good at this. She loved having manipulative powers in situations like this. She stood, spun around, and glanced over her shoulder again. “Guide me where you want me. It’s your lap dance.”

Melville eagerly reached up and grabbed her hips, bringing her down to a sitting position on his lap. She began to lean into him, and grind her ass deep into his lap. She could feel him growing underneath her, and she could feel his hands slide down from her hips, to cupping her cheeks. He gave them a good squeeze. Man, were they amazing. Amanda felt the squeeze, and felt a jolt through her body; his grip was so firm. She decided to up the ante a bit and stood up. She reached the slit in her dress, and pulled the skirt of it open and up around her waist. Melville got a great view of her panties and she lowered herself back down on his lap. She was grinding more intensely now, occasionally catching his dick between her cheeks. Melville was going wild. She could feel him swelling underneath her ass, almost to the point of climax, then she eased up a bit. She couldn’t have him go off yet. She needed him for the whole exercise if it was going to work. It was time for phase three, which meant it was time for her to strip.

Aside from the intense physical training Amanda went through regularly, she also took classes in how to move her body. She had enjoyed the striptease classes so much that she had taken them multiple times, and she was about to put them into practice. She had Melville in the palm of her hand and she stood up from his lap, and walked back to her spot. She began slowly, with teases of her shoulder strap sliding down, or the slit of her dress opening up. Melville was eager with anticipation. She set her right leg on a chair near the bed, and her dress slit cascaded open. Her smooth bare leg formed a right angle down to her red heel. She reached down to lift her foot out of the shoe, but Melville interjected, “Un-uh, the heels stay on.”

She smiled at him, and liked that he appreciated a good shoe. She faced him, and continued swaying and she began to lift the hem of her dress higher and higher, revealing more and more of her bare legs. She gave him just a glimpse of the front of her back panties, before turning around to show off her panty-clad ass. She shook it for him before letting her dress fall back into place. Still facing away from him, she reached her right hand up to her shoulder and looking behind to him, slipped a strap down. She repeated with the other side, before turning to face him. Holding his gaze, she reached behind her back. He heard three snaps, and then watched as she unhooked black straps from inside her dress. She held her red satin top in place as she pulled out her black lace bra and tossed it to Melville. He felt the material of it, and then tossed it beside the bed.

She was driving him wild, and she loved the control. She turned away from him again, and slid the top of her dress down, shaking her body a bit to let him get a glimpse of the glorious contour of her breasts. Covering her breasts with one arm, she toyed with the now lowered top of her dress as she walked over to kiss him passionately. Without a word, she moved away again, and turned away from him. She gyrated her hips, and her hands ran over her upper body and then settled near her waist, and what remained of her dress. Inching her thumbs under each side of the red satin, she began so slowly, seductively, slide the dress down. She teased it lower, inch by inch, and then letting out a breathy sigh, thrust the dress to the floor.

Melville stared at her beautiful ass, as she stepped out of her dress, and bent down purposefully to retrieve it. She drew the dress up to her chest, and held it in place as she turned to kiss him again. He took hold of the dress, and as she backed away from him, the dress slid away from her body until her bare breasts were in full sight. Melville could only muster a “Wow”. Melville threw the dress to the side of the bed where her bra was. Amanda continued her striptease, and decided that she would instigate the taser before she went all the way. She didn’t need to strip entirely for him, and why **** the guy with a pussy he won’t have. She decided that the best way was to accidentally knock her purse off the table and on the floor in front of him, and then while kneeling to continue her dance; she could take out the taser and then nighty-night Melville.

Then, shock! Where was her purse? She quickly glanced around the room while continuing her seduction. ‘Damn it’, she remembered, ‘her purse was on the couch in the other room. Shit, what was she going to do?’ Amanda had to come up with a plan B and FAST. Melville began urging her to continue, and she toyed with the sides of her panties, pulling them up and down. Finally, Melville couldn’t wait. Standing, he yanked down his boxes and revealed his thick cock. Amanda gasped a bit as she saw the diameter of that thing. Her momentary lapse allowed Melville to grab her waist, lift her completely off the floor, and lay her on the bed.

Melville began grabbing at her panties, and she fought to keep them on, but he pushed her hands away. Grabbing each side of her panties, she looked down as Melville’s arms clenched and she heard the lace start to tear. With a powerful jolt, he tore Amanda’s panties completely in half, sliding the tattered remains down her silky legs and off, over her heels. He stared at her smoothly shaved pussy and licked his lips.

Amanda was stuck. She could not beat Melville with brute strength, and all of her devices were in the other room. Amanda did her best to close her legs, but Melville forcibly spread them, and then buried his face in her pussy. Amanda was washed over with sensation. Her body was almost incapacitated by arousal. He re-adjusted her hips so that he could have more access, and grabbed on to her wrists. She wasn’t going anywhere. The first orgasm sent a shockwave through her body, and Melville enjoyed watching her writhe uncontrollably. His tongue probed her lips, and began to spread them open, causing orgasm number two. Number three came when he thrust his tongue fully inside her, tasting the inside of her pussy. As his tongue explored this new territory, orgasms four and five followed.

Amanda was lost. She lay naked on a bed being eaten out by a pro…the mission was far from her mind. Melville got up, and straddled her chest. His strong thighs could crush her like a walnut, so there was no fighting back now. Melville slid his cock between her breasts, and began to slide back and forth. Amanda, overcome with desire, complied and cupped her breasts to give him more pleasure. As his thrusts became deeper, his dick approached her mouth. This was far beyond her plan, but she knew that if she stopped now, he would be furious, and literally, she was at his mercy. She opened her mouth and sucked in his cock. It almost didn’t fit in her mouth, it was so wide. Melville fucked her tits and her mouth for what seemed like an eternity.

As he pulled away, he picked up Amanda again, and turned her over. “Amanda, I want all your holes tonight,” Melville said boastfully. Still thinking of a plan, Amanda had to reply, “Whatever your ‘fee’ is, baby.” His firm hands started to knead her cheeks, spreading them wider each time. Melville began to position his dick along her ass.

‘There is no way that thing is going in THERE,’ she said to herself, ‘it barely fit in my mouth!’ She could feel the tip of Melville’s dick touching her entrance. She decided she had **** but to give up her body. “Melville,” she begged, “Please take my pussy first. It is hungry for you.” Melville loved that idea and flipped her over. She was still sopping wet from the orgasms eaten out of her. He dug his fingers into her and spread her juices over his dick. His head grazed the opening of her lips, and she was giving up hope...