AMANDA2 sucked silly Despite pleasAMANDA2 sucked silly Despite pleas   The following is intended
for adult readers who want to read fiction about a woman being in charge of a man through his
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places where no fees are charged for legal adults to view it and if no words are changed, including
this disclaimer. Hope you enjoy. A Late Invitation To The Party (F/m) by Hector’s Pup It was 8:00
am Saturday, time to get up and make Amanda breakfast. By this time in our relationship I learned
to remain nude in the house unless I wanted the wrath of Amanda to come reigning down on me. While
in the kitchen, I was required to wear a frilly apron which had a token sized breast plate up the
front and a semi-circular patch of material down covering my groin, but justbarely. When Amanda
would tease me to an erection, it would lift the bottom of the apron up to expose my genitals. In
an effort to please her, and thus, start the day off properly, I decided to fix an elaborate meal
of Eggs Benedict, freshly squeezed orange juice, and fresh fruit cocktail. I quickly snuck out the
back door and cut some flowers, hoping the neighbors weren’t up yet, and arranged them on the
table. When she appeared at the entrance to the kitchen, in her clinging robe, drying her hair with
a towel, she smiled and said, "Good morning Sweetie Pie. What a lovely way to start the day." I
held the chair for her as she laid the towel on the seat and sat down. "Here. Come stand by me
while I enjoy this." She said as she held out her hand for mine. As I stood next to her, she took
her free hand, when not cutting the meal, and put it around my genitals. As I grew harder, she
would alternate occasionally between my erect penis and my churning balls. She liked to keep me
erect as much as possible but not to let me cum until it suited her. In fact, since we were
married, she consciously or unconsciously spent most of her time having me concentrate on my
sexuality. Whether she was in the mood to give me pleasure or in the mood to train me to behave in
the manner she desired at any given time, she would use my sex organs to give me pleasure or pain.
At first she was so giving and playful with my genitals, I loved to surrender the control to her.
As time wore on, I was surprised by painful reminders to behave. Eventually, humiliation was added
to keep me in my place. Since this happened gradually, I was sucked into this arrangement. Today I
can look back with perspective. Well, breakfast done, Amanda informed me that she was having some
friends over and that the house needed to be thoroughly cleaned. It was 10:00 and her guests were
coming by at 2:00. Now, when I clean the house, I am permitted to wear a pair of nylon running
shorts that have slits up the sides to the waist band and that have the material at the crotch cut
out. The front is held in place by a Velcro strap sewn to it that goes around my cock and the back
is held in place by an elastic line attached to it running between my legs to a band around my
balls. In effect these act like loin coverings, but to the glance of a neighbor through the window,
I look to be wearing shorts, unless I am sporting an erection and, of course, the jig is up. As I’d
push the vacuum, bend to dust or something, Amanda, would on occasion, come up to me and tap my
balls with a ruler, hand, or something to point out a place I should pay attention to. Other times
she’d slink up and massage them from the front or the back to tell me she was pleased with the job
I was doing. At a little after 1:00 a car pulled up. A lady was walking up to the front door with a
briefcase. I called Amanda to let her know. "Oh, answer the door for me Sweetie and show the lady
in, please." She said from upstairs. As quickly as I could, I put the vacuum in the closet and
grabbed an authorized tee-shirt for visitors. It was a regular tee-shirt cut off just below the
sternum, that I was permitted to wear when someone came to the house. Amanda’s plan was that I
would pay more attention to my abs if they were exposed to visitors that came to the house. What I
didn’t have time for was to jump into regular shorts. As I opened the door, I was greeted to a
sensually attractive, maybe thirty-year old, woman in a business suit, top folded over her arm. The
white blouse was slightly transparent and showed off a lacy topped slip. I introduced myself and
asked her to please come in. She said her name was Vickie, and she was here for the party. And,
would I please help her carry some things in from her car. "Go outside?" I thought. I was already
worrying about the effect this voluptuous woman was stirring in me. But, how could I not agree?
When I went outside, the warm sun on my head and shoulders, the balmy breeze wafting up around my
genitals and the hot stone on my bare feet, started my cock a stirring. By the time we reached her
car, I started to bend forward in advance of her opening her trunk. I prayed that my ill-timed
eagerness to help her with her things did not get her to notice my predicament. I picked up one box
and held it low while I asked her to hand over the second and put it on top. I nodded for her to
lead the way back into the house, which was probably a mistake as the sight of her athletic legs
and behind sent mestirring further. As we walked into the living room, she pointed to the coffee
table and said, "This will do nicely. Why don’t you put them here." As I put them down I tried to
turn as I stood up, but this time she got a glimpse of my dilemma, smiled and muttered, "Uhmm."
Amanda came in and greeted Vickie and told her that I would be at her disposal if she needed any
help. She told Amanda that I had been more than helpful already. Amanda turned to me and said, "How
much longer before you’re done Honey?" I said, "I think that’s it. Looks okay to me." Amanda made a
clearing her throat sound and motioned her head. I turned and looked in the general direction she
was indicating but stood densely unaware of her intended meaning. "What about this?" she said as
she grabbed my balls from behind and pushed the back of my head down to look upon a rag and the
half polished brass hearth trim. I acknowledged it by an "Oh!", and continued down to my hands and
knees to finish the job. Vickie’s reaction was first of being stunned, then a smile while nodding
her head as if to say, "Interesting!" As I worked in this position, my cock and balls were visible
from behind, and Vickie was not too shy to step around to take a look. I didn’t dare move from this
position until Amanda was satisfied with my efforts at finishing. Then she walked away to converse
with Vickie. At this point I was able to finish the job seated on the side of my hip propped up on
one arm. Only my shaved butt was on display for Vickie’s curious eyes. Amanda kept me at various
things until her guests started arriving. This looked like an opportunity for me to get out on my
own for awhile, so I asked Amanda what time the party would be over and when she would want me
back. Instead she asked if I would buys the things on her list first before going out, and I
agreed. Saturday attire for times like this amounts to sweatpants or sweatpants cutoff as shorts
with no underwear and a tight shirt, again to encourage me to stay in shape. After getting the
things at the grocery store and liquor store, I put away the perishables and proceeded to the
living room to let Amanda know I had returned and would be heading out for awhile. When I poked my
head around in the living room, The room was filled with eight women besides Vickie and Amanda with
different kinds of lingerie on, some holding bedroom toys, giggling, talking all at once, and
posing for each other. I stood frozen taking in the sight. I was beginning to tent my shorts so I
tried to get Amanda’s attention by going, "Psst! Psssst!" then waving to her, when she and the
others started looking up. "Come on in Sweetie. We need your opinion. Tell us what you think."
Amanda waved. I waved her back to me. She waved with more insistence, as if to say, "Now don’t
embarrass me in front of my friends!" There was no avoiding it. I had to bring my lower body into
view from around the door jam and enter this room full of estrogen. One lady exclaimed "Oh my!" as
she looked at my crotch behind my efforts at modesty with my hands. Vickie responded, "See ladies,
these will attract your men." It was difficult to find a polite place to direct my eyes. The
see-through and semi-see-through garments were all around on vital, well-proportioned women.

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recognized Sandy, Vanessa, and Sally, but I never saw them like this before. The others were
strangers to me. I didn’t think I would be able to look at any of these ladies again without
getting an erection. Amanda grabbed my arm in hers and walked me into the middle of these beauties.
When I looked in their faces, they flirted with their eyes. When I looked down, I was gazing on
some of the finest breasts I had ever seen in print, film, video, or the beach. "My Sweetie here,
can provide us with a measuring stick to see which outfits each of us should buy." Amanda announced
to the group. "Honey why don’t you sit here." Placing a stool in front of the fireplace. "First,
let’s get the measuring stick out." Amanda started untying the top of my shorts and pulled them
down. "No, Amanda. Please! Not here! Not now!" as I tried to pull them back up. Slap! Amanda hit my
balls. "Now, now this should be fun." The sudden pain made me wince and hold my breath, as I let
her take them down and have me step out of them. The women stopped talking and stood mouths open,
amazed at what they just saw. As I climbed up on the stool, ten shades of embarrassed red, I could
have one foot on the floor, one on a rung, or two feet on a rung, but the stool was too tall for
two feet on the floor. This put my "appreciation meter" on display for all the ladies in the room.
As I was situated, the pain was subsiding, the commotion in the room started to pick up again. As I
overcame my discomfort, and returned to the present moment of the party, my erection started to
come back. One of the ladies I hadn’t met before, wearing a red see-through teddy and matching
panties said, "How can we tell if likes what he sees if he is hard already?" "Good point," I
thought, "but I didn’t like the direction this was going." " I’ve got a remedy for that, gals.
Close your eyes Sweetie, and keep them closed until I get back. Now you girls, into the dinning
room. Calm down Honey and I’ll be right back." Amanda finally said and patted my cock gently. When
she returned, she had our ice bag full of ice and without warning, plopped it on the underside of
my cock and over my balls. She had me breathing in gasps fighting for a normal breath for a few
seconds as I popped my eyes open. It was just Amanda and Vickie in the room now, and they had both
covered up with robes. Vickie was putting all of the loose garments and toys into a box and placed
it behind the couch so there was nothing in my view but my wife and this attractive saleslady in
robes. Amanda checked under the ice pack and determined that it was safe to remove it. This was
Vickie’s cue to call in the ladies one by one. Each one walked up to me in her sexiest swagger and
approached me to either kiss my cheek or caress by body with the lightest and sheerest of fabrics.
As long as my peter-meter was going up and twitching, Vickie continued to call in more amateur
models to test her garments on me. Amanda would call a momentary halt here and there to ice me
down. One lady, Stacy, was the least enthusiastic of the bunch. In fact, maybe even a little
depressed. She complained that this wouldn’t do anything to get her husband more interested in her,
that I was reacting in general to all of the other beautiful women present. Vickie saw her as a
challenge and a possible "stick in the mud" which could affect her sales that day, so she took her
into another room and had a talk with her. She came back without her and started to talk to Amanda.
Vickie left and I could hear a rustling and din of conversation in the next room and then it was
silent. Vickie appeared at the door and held both hands to her side to draw attention to Stacy, who
stood behind the doorway, the way I did, with just her head looking in. Amanda, who had been
standing by my side with her arm across my shoulder, crouched down in front of me and said, "Honey,
I hate to do this, but it is for a good cause." And, before I could say anything or react, she
gathered up my balls in one hand and hammered her fist down onto them with the other. I rolled off
the stool to the floor in a fetal position in unbelievable pain. She didn’t hit me hard enough to
cause any permanent damage, but I was sure to be feeling it for a week. When I regained some senses
I looked up at her with pleading questions in my eyes. "How could she do this to me? I thought she
loved me." Were the types of thoughts going through my head. When it looked to her that I was able,
she helped me back up to the stool. As I climbed back up, she explained to Stacy, "My husband has
gone through a lot of pain for you. In his condition, if you can get him up, you can get anybody
up." When she wouldn’t come out and parade in front of me, Vickie went back to talk to her some
more. The added recovery time was welcomed, because I was smart enough to realize that I had better
give the proper reaction, because Amanda, and thus I, had a lot riding on this as well. Through
continued concentration, deep breathing and a little rubbing, I got myself in the best shape for
the trial that I could in the given time. A chant started from the other room, "Stacy, Stacy,
Stacy…." Vickie appeared in the doorway again and silently presented Stacy again with her arms, as
before. Stacy was steeled to walk towards me with one hand on her hip and the other waving the
hanging material of a see-through diaphanous veil-like boa. She was wearing a nightgown that came
to mid thigh, with a see-through skirt of lace from the waist down and see-through lace bra. Her
bush was visible and were her nipples and aureoles on athletic breasts. She tucked her chin and
started walking towards me in a seductive, almost blank gaze placing one foot in front of the other
all the way across her centerline as she walked. It was going to work. I was starting to feel
something, and then she stopped and turned back starting to tear up. "I can’t. It won’t work.
Nobody would want me." "Stacy." I said, as I stood up, "I think you are beautiful. Please come to
me here." And, I sat back down. Amanda looked at me and beamed with pride and admiration. Vickie
turned her around and she proceeded again with more confidence. The others filled out the opening
to the dinning room to watch. I tried to keep my concentration on Stacy but two of the ladies in
front and on either side of Stacy in my line of view flashed me their tits. I tried not to let
Stacy know what was happening behind her but the whole scene was bringing me back to life. When
Stacy reached me she reached down and put her hand around my cock and felt its rigidity, put the
veil-like boa around my neck pulled my head towards her, kissed me and whispered, "Thank you." She
turned to cheers and walked slowly away back to the dining room one arm down her side and the other
holding the boa around her neck. Half way back she turned to find me entranced with her long
athletic legs and firm well shaped rear-end, before joining the rest of the ladies who all gave her
hugs and pats. One by one, the ladies came up to me to show their appreciation for my
participation. I eventually had female hands on every part of my body, my hair, my face, my neck,
my chest and so on. "Ladies! Ladies! Stop for a second. To show our appreciation, lets have a
contest." Vickie said, as she came up to me. She took my cock in her hand and pointing to the
underside of the head continued, "The object of this contest is to see who can reward our surrogate
husband here by licking one lick on the underside here. After everyone gets one lick, we go to two,
and so on, until someone makes him cum. The one who does, gets her pick of these." Pulling out
selected garments for observation. This was the fun part. Kittenish women in see-through lingerie
crawling up to my crotch giving the underside a lick. I wanted this to last forever. It started off
pretty tame with a lick and then a new person taking her place. Things got a little more
competitive though, when some drops of pre-cum started to appear. Sally nuzzled my balls first with
her nose before licking my cock. When the others caught on to this they started using their hands
to caress my balls before licking. When I showed the telltale signs of cumming, that Amanda knew so
well, she cut in line, grabbed my balls and put my cock in hermouth and sucked me silly. Despite my
pleas for her to stop and my flopping like a fish out of water on the stool, she rode me to
exhaustion to the amusement and applause of the others. Just to be fair, the prize was awarded to
the next in line, Vanessa who said, "Maybe Amanda will let me come over and model it for you
sometime" "Can’t wait." 

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