John ravaged her

It was like throwing a lit match on gasoline. Amanda felt John harden like a rock against her. She was so curious with how he was going to proceed. She glanced over her shoulder and saw him reach at the table again. He moved close to her and pressed his chest against her back, his lips nuzzling the back of her neck. Amanda tilted her head to give him more access, and not only did he move in more to her neck, but his hands reached her shoulder. She peered down to see John holding a small knife in his hand. He moved it to the sheer neckline of her dress, broke through the material, and then tore one sheer shoulder completely open. Amanda’s body sank in arousal at the sound of the ripping material. He moved to the other side, and repeated his actions. The top of her dress was completely ripped open, her bare shoulders released for John’s lips. He began to bite at the muscles of her neck and shoulders. She loved it! He continued to tear open the sheer material down her arms, until it was released. She could feel his breath on her arms, and it excited her.

“I really don’t like this dress,” he said, spinning her to face him, and lifting the small knife to the remains of her neckline. He sliced through the remaining sheer material. She held her breath as the knife sliced into the body of the dress just above her bust. She pleaded with his again, playing the game, “Please stop, I’m begging you.” While she played the victim on the outside, Amanda was burning with desire on the inside. John hands grabbed the material just above her breasts, and ripped it open, revealing her corset. Amanda let out a, “No!” John pulled her close and spoke, “this dress is coming off, and it is coming off the way I want it to.”

The knife cut its way down the front of the dress, and John reached down and tore it open the rest of the way. The destroyed dress slid down Amanda’s body and John admired the view of her absolutely stunning body, bare except for the corset and panties. John **** his lips upon Amanda’s, and she responded with lust filled ferocity. Their mouths devoured each others’. Amanda attempted reach up to John but remembered being handcuffed. She really was at his mercy, and she secretly adored it. John’s hand grazed her smooth, bare leg, and pulled it up towards his waist Amanda braced herself against the bar as best she could.

As her leg moved up to his body, she could sense the immense wetness in her pussy, drops of it seeping out as her body shifted. John’s other hand slid down between her legs, teasing at her panties. He tugged and pulled at them, while she ‘pleaded’ for him to stop. “Please, don’t strip me,” She said with a demure inflection. John slid a finger under her panties and softly felt her lips. They instantly spread, and his finger sank into her. Amanda’s legs buckled slightly with the sensation, and John pulled his finger out, saying, “I’m now going to see how you taste.” Amanda was caught off guard by this, but also was extremely aroused. She watched John bring the knife down to her panties, flicking at each side, and then pulling the material away. Her perfect bare pussy was now **** to his advances. She was genuinely unsure of what he would do next.

With a show of ****, he lifted her off the floor and sat her on the bar in front of him. Her pushed her legs open with ****, and then buried his lips between her legs. Amanda gasped with joy. His tongue probed around the entire region before sliding along her lips. She felt them separate as his tongue explored deeper into her pussy. As he continued his advances, Amanda came hard. John licked up her juices. He lifted his head up, sat down on a bar seat, and unzipped his pants. He reached inside his boxers and released his dick.

Amanda stared with longing. John looked at her with lust, and lifted her off of the bar and lowered her down on to his dick. She felt her pussy lips separate and then wrap around him as she sank into his lap. She felt him fill her, and moaned in approval. Her wrists still bound, she was trapped between the bar counter and John. All she could do was allow herself to be fucked. John brought out the knife again, and cut through the bottom of the corset. Once opened enough for him, he threw away the knife, and ripped the corset open along the front. Her breasts bounced in freedom as John tossed away her final piece of clothing. Amanda look at John and, dropping the victim act, said authoritatively, “I need you to cum inside me.” John licked her nipples until the hardened. He thrust himself inside her repeatedly until he came hard. She gasped at the sensation of feeling his seed fill her up. She gazed into John’s eyes as she reached another orgasm. They kissed deeply as the sound of applause came from behind them.

“That was quite a show, Amanda,” Claire’s voice rang out from across the room, “No wonder all of the boss’ men have enjoyed you so much.” Amanda buried her face in John’s shoulder, still trying to catch her breath, as John unlocked her wrists. “And Marcus,” Claire continued, “that’s what I was hoping get earlier in the cloak room. So, since I’m not on the clock as Mr. Barrios was, I’d like to join in on the fun. After all, Marcus, you did promise to give me all that you had.” As John’s dick slid out of Amanda, and she stepped off of his lap, Claire, dressed in white lingerie and covered in a silk robe, came and wrapped her arms around John’s neck, nuzzling his ear. “You know,” she said, “I can’t blame you for bidding high for Amanda. She is a fine piece of ass, but I would have rather I been your prize than her. Maybe I can share in your purchase?” John played along and nodded, “I have always been encouraged to share my toys.” Claire beamed with excitement and then ran over to Amanda.