Amanda's Young Men (6 page)

‘Tell me more about how you’d run this store, if it was up to you.’

Rupert cleared his throat and moved a little closer, as if her
thigh
was magnetic and he was a piece of steel. ‘I wouldn’t – er – I wouldn’t buy styles that I couldn’t sell quickly, like nurses’ shoes or old …’ He cleared his throat again. By the look on his face, he couldn’t believe his luck and wasn’t sure how to handle the situation.

Amanda took care of that. She took his hand and placed it on the bare inside of her thigh. He gulped. She guided his fingers, moving their tips in tight little circles over her taut skin.

‘I …’ he started.

Amanda touched his lips with the fingers of her free hand, hushing him. ‘Talk later – after.’

She steered his fingertips a fraction higher with each circle they made. The panties she’d put on that morning were pale-green lace, boy-cut, with wide legs. His fingertips stroked up under the dainty garment and brushed against her naked puffy nether lips. Rupert sucked a deep breath. Amanda pressed on his hand, palpitating her labia with his fingertips.

‘That’s nice,’ she whispered. ‘Now try this.’ She pulled his fingers out from under her panties and folded all but his index one into his palm. With her finger on the back of his, she guided him to where the lace covered the soft pearl-button-like bump of her clitoris. She used her own finger to make his scratch over its lace-mantled head. It was her turn to shiver. ‘Keep doing that, just like that, very gently.’

‘I’ll do whatever you tell me to,’ he said, his voice husky.

‘Good boy.’ Amanda unbuttoned her blouse and spread it wide.

Rupert’s eyes widened at the sight of her plump rosy-nippled breasts. His free hand lifted to touch them but Amanda intercepted it. ‘Do as I tell you,
when
I tell you, and not until.’

‘Yes …’ He trailed off.

‘You may call me Ms Amanda.’

‘Yes, Ms Amanda.’

Amanda rolled her left nipple gently, just to see the hunger in his eyes. She, too, was suffering. The gentle through-the-lace scratching on her joy button made her desperate for more direct stimulation, but …

What the hell! She was in charge. Why wait?

She put her hand on the top of Rupert’s head and pushed down. ‘Move my panties aside. Put your tongue to work.’

‘I’ve never …’

He’d never gone down on a girl? How delicious! She’d had many experiences in her life but this was one she’d either never experienced, or experienced so long ago she held no memory of it. She was about to be serviced by a young and virgin tongue. Just the thought of it had her dripping with anticipation and that made it even better. His first taste was going to be a really wet one. Amanda decided that, if he performed well, she’d reward him amply.

She said, ‘Lick my pussy lips first, long and slow, from where they join at the bottom right up to my –’ she almost said ‘joy button’ but stopped herself in time ‘– my clit.’

He obeyed and had the instinct to give an extra little flick of his tongue when he reached her sensitive polyp.

‘Good boy. Now grip it between your lips and lap at it with the tip of your tongue. Start slowly and then go faster and faster until I climax.’

‘Climax?’ he asked.

‘That’s right and, when I do, I expect you to suck all my juices out. You are going to do that, right?’

‘Right –’

‘No teeth! Just – that’s right, lips and tongue … just your lips and tongue, Rudolf.’

‘Rup –’ he mumbled.

‘Of course. Rupert. Just like that, Rupert, you’ve got it now,
keep
that up, don’t vary the rhythm yet, just … mmhmm … just exactly like that.’ Amanda stopped talking and focused on the sensations. What he lacked in expertise he certainly made up for in enthusiasm. He was good at following direction, which was a thrill, and it seemed that she was good at giving it, which was, perhaps, an even greater thrill.

When his licking started to really get to her, Amanda gripped his hair in both hands, the better to grind his upturned face against her sex. Her hips gyrated. The lad followed her clit, licking frantically. She pressed herself down on his mouth. Her hands clenched into fists but if his scalp hurt he made no sign. Lucky for him, too, because nothing was allowed to get between her and the orgasm that was curled like a snake in the pit of her belly and now, right freaking now, uncoiled at lightning speed. It struck at her clit, again and then again, delivering not poisonous venom but a pleasure potion that nonetheless might be fatal.

‘God!’ Amanda’s stocking feet arched, her toes curled. Sweet venom coursed through her veins, more like lightning, now, than any sort of liquid. It shot out the tips of her toes and her fingertips and exploded out of the top of her goddam head. ‘Fuck!’

Amanda’s hold on Rupert’s hair loosened but she held his head in place until the last shudder left her and she was able to stand without leaning. She pulled him erect. He was grinning. His face glistened with her juices.

‘How did I do?’ he asked.

She allowed him a ‘good boy’.

He clutched himself through his pants and groaned pointedly.

‘I’ll take care of that,’ she told him. ‘This way.’

They were only visible from the shop’s windows for the four feet they crossed from leaving the stacks to being hidden
behind
the bench seat around the leather cone. If anyone had seen them, well, they both seemed fully dressed. No one could have seen Rupert’s painfully confined erection or that she had her sopping panties balled in her fist.

Amanda dropped the wet panties on to her purse. ‘Up on the bench, standing, facing me,’ she ordered. When he was up, with his crotch on a level with Amanda’s face, she added, ‘Lean back. Spread your arms to the sides and hold on to the leather. Good. Now don’t move until I tell you.’

And there he was, like a sacrificial offering, leaning back slightly, presenting the cylindrical bulge in his trousers to her. Amanda paused to savour the moment. She had a young man’s package ready and willing to be unwrapped. All she had to do was …

She slowly tugged down on the tab of Rupert’s zipper, prolonging the moment. He made a little noise in his throat. Using both hands, she spread his open fly wide. Amanda leant a little closer and inhaled his burnt-spice aroma. Her mouth watered. With her left hand holding his fly open, she slipped the fingers of her right into his pants. There was dampness. Poor boy! She fumbled around but couldn’t find a slit. He had to be wearing bikini briefs. Well, the best way to deal with those is to pull them down by the waistband. Amanda tugged. Hot flesh warmed the backs of her fingers. She wrapped her hand around the boy’s shaft and worked it out to jut up into the air right before her eyes.

It was longer than Roger’s had been, but not so thick, with paper-white skin, except for a purple dome that was shaped like an oversized, lop-sided, blunt arrowhead. There was a single dewdrop in its eye. Amanda touched the back of her hand to the underside of Rupert’s shaft. It resisted and didn’t wobble.

He groaned.

‘Be patient!’ Her right hand delved again. She worked his briefs even lower, cupped his balls in her hand and drew them out carefully. ‘That’s better.’ They were compact, the skin tight and smooth, nothing like the large leathery bag her late husband had proudly possessed. A surge of tenderness for the innocent youth made Amanda hesitate. She shook it off. But she handled him carefully, as if his ‘jewels’ really were jewels. Taking her time, she arranged them to dangle prettily.

‘Ms Amanda …’

‘Shush!’ She scratched behind his sac. His manhood twitched. Amanda made a fist around it. Looking up into Rupert’s eyes, she drew the purple dome closer and closer to her parted lips. ‘You want me to?’

‘Yessss!’

‘Then ask for it.’

‘Please?’

‘Ask properly. What is it you want me to do?’

‘Suck …’ His hips jerked.

‘I told you to keep still. Now, what is it you want? You want me to put your nice stiff cock into my mouth, is that it? If so, say it, and don’t forget to say “please”.’

‘Please would you put my cock into your mouth, Ms Amanda. Please?’

‘That’s better.’ She parted her lips and closed the gap between her mouth and his feverish flesh. Her lower lip touched it.

Rupert mewed. ‘What do I do?’ he blurted.

Again, a surge of tenderness almost undid her. So sweet, this eager young man. So new. ‘Enjoy,’ she whispered.

Amanda’s head moved half an inch. The flat of her tongue laved across his helmet. The poor lad’s thighs trembled. She took a little more, so that his head passed between her lips. She closed them around it. Amanda was very aware that this was the first time he’d been held captive by a woman’s lips,
the
first time he’d experienced the warmth and wetness of a woman’s mouth around his manhood. She held him like that until he sighed so deeply she felt it as much as heard it. He was ready.

Amanda’s tongue swirled around the head once clockwise, once counter clockwise. She tried to squirm the tip of her tongue into the eye of her prize.

Rupert gasped and made a noise as if he was about to speak but he swallowed his words. Out of the corners of her eyes, Amanda could see his fingers scrabbling at the leather he leant against. Should she take pity on him? But teasing him was such fun.

She relaxed her mouth and lapped up the vein under the shaft slowly, from its base to its head and then took it fully back into her mouth, but deeper this time. Good God, it felt fine, the bulk of it, the strength, the heat, the flavour. Amanda turned her head, moving him into her cheek. Being very careful not to let him feel her teeth, she polished his knob. Her mouth was watering but some of the wet was from him seeping. She straightened again and pushed forwards. His helmet slid across her tongue until it butted against the back of her throat. Amanda had excellent control over her gag reflex but, when a knob touched her there, it always made her salivate copiously.

She released him. Rupert sighed another full-body sigh. The tenderness she’d felt towards him moments earlier was gone. Instead, she felt a mischievous urge to shock him. Amanda drew back very slowly. A long silvery strand of her spit mixed with his precome stretched from his knob to her lower lip. She sucked it in, breaking it, and then spat directly on to his purple dome before lunging, taking him in deep again.

Rupert emitted a strangled gasp. Good. She was playing him like a violin. Likely he was very close to his climax. Men
of
his age could come often, as she remembered. There were all sorts of things she could do to him before he was drained. He really was her toy. She’d take full advantage of that. Amanda slurped fully off him again and pulled his right arm down.

‘Jerk off for me, Rupert. Show me how you masturbate.’

He paused. Amanda frowned up at him. Lust overcame his shyness. He took his shaft between his fingers and his thumb and started to pump. It couldn’t have taken more than a minute before his face twisted and turned red. He groaned, long and low. Amanda snatched up her panties just in time to catch the fountain of cream.

‘My souvenir,’ she told him. ‘Now let’s get you nice and stiff again.’ She took him into her mouth again, very gently, and coaxed him back to full erection. It took all of two minutes. She had a fleeting memory of Roger resting after his orgasm, mourning the loss of his ability to do what this boy had just done – spring back into action without so much as a pause for a drink of water. She’d comforted Roger, cooing that it didn’t matter, not a bit. Amanda giggled. Actually, it mattered a whole helluva lot.

‘Now sit down,’ she commanded.

Once Rupert was seated on the leather bench, Amanda pulled her skirt aside, straddled him and squatted, lowering herself until she could feel his wet smooth tip rub her naked nether lips. ‘Want to fuck?’

He nodded.

Amanda sank down his shaft. The much-missed sensation of emptiness being displaced by rigid male flesh made her knees weak. Goodbye, old man, hello, boy-toy. Her faithless female parts practically purred a warm welcome. She wriggled a little to enjoy the feel of it. ‘I’m going to fuck you now. After you’ve filled me with your hot cream –’ she paused in expectation of
his
shocked gasp, which he emitted as if on cue ‘– I’m going to suck you up and off again.’

Her hips gyrated. ‘You’ll like that, won’t you – creaming in my mouth. And then we’ll have a nice little chat. You can tell me more about the shoe business.’ She jerked her hips and his rubbery dome bumped her G-spot – heaven. ‘After that, I’ll teach you a few positions you’ve never tried before and I’ll show you how to finger a girl properly. All you have to remember, Rupert, is that Ms Amanda is in charge. Got that?’

‘Ms Amanda’s in charge.’

‘Good boy.’ Amanda angled her body to press the top of his shaft against her bud and slowly writhed herself into a frenzy and then jerked into another gut-wrenching, immensely satisfying climax. Then it was his turn, then hers again. And on it went, until her knees and her hips ached and she was so swollen between her thighs it would hurt to cross her legs. And his rod was red and so tender that he gasped at even the gentlest touch. And, once more, their noises were a mix of pain and pleasure and their orgasms insubstantial but welcome, somehow necessary, all the same.

It was close to midnight when Amanda dropped some money next to the cash register to pay for her shoes and let herself out of the shop, leaving Rupert asleep on the bench with a silly grin on his young face and his shrivelled cock limp against his thigh.

6

AMANDA SPENT MOST
of the next few days on her office PC, comparing purchases with sales and making copious notes. The remainder of her time was spent consulting with Mrs Carrey, of the Human Resources department. When she felt sufficiently grounded in the business, she buzzed Purchasing and asked if Mr Dumphries, the manager of that department, could spare her an hour. A whiney voice told her that Mr Dumphries wouldn’t be in until ten, or maybe even eleven.

Amanda went down two floors to Purchasing. The whiney voice belonged to Pat, an overweight redheaded youngster with acne and an attitude.