Prologue.
Amanda and Nancy have much in common. They share the same birthday, grew up on the same street, went to the same schools and graduated from a prestigious university.
They both married into the same, influential and very rich family. This wasn’t by fluke or fate. Amanda and Nancy had conspired and meticulously planned out their future, shortly after entering university.
It didn’t take the two very beautiful and shrewd blondes any time at all to master the art of manipulation. A professor noticed their potential and took them under her wing. The professor was an exceptional Dominatrix that was revered in the upper echelon of the BDSM world known as – Lady X.
Lady X mentored Amanda and Nancy in the art of BDSM and Femdom. She would end each lesson with a mantra that Amanda and Nancy adopted as their own – on the path to secure a life of luxury and privilege for themselves.
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Amanda got home from a charity fundraiser and immediately called her best friend, Nancy.
“The rude, little prick prepositioned me again,” Amanda chuckled as she balanced on one bare foot as she bent at the waist to slip her other stiletto off. “He bragged that he has fucked many MILFs, and that all were left satisfied and unable to walk for days afterwards.”
The prick Amanda referred to was a college student, who happened to be the son of the Honorary Treasurer of the charity Amanda volunteered at.
Nancy laughed and replied, “You should teach him a lesson. Fuck who his mother is. The arrogant, little prick needs to be put in his place.” Nancy sighed, “It’s times like these that I really miss our college days, Amanda.”
Amanda grinned to herself as she made her way to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine. Her husband wouldn’t be home for a few more hours and her house-staff was busy preparing dinner.
“You are evil, Nancy,” she snickered. “What do you have in mind?” Amanda coyly asked.
Nancy laughed and sarcastically replied, “You stapled our English prof’s scrotum to his desk and you have the nerve to call me evil?”
Amanda giggled, “He begged me to! And what were you doing, Ms. The Pot Calling The Kettle Black?”
“I was fucking his ass with a huge strap-on. And we both aced his class,” Nancy snickered.
Both women broke out in laughter as they reminisced about stumbling into the world of Dominatrixes and all their naughty, college adventures.
Amanda sighed and asked, “What should I do with the little shithead?”
Nancy thought for a few seconds, then mischievously replied, “Restaurant.”
“Ooo! Brilliant! I can always count on you, Nancy!” Amanda exclaimed.
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The next day Amanda called the crass, privileged, horny young man and told him that she might be interested in his offer. She wanted to meet him for lunch so that she could feel more comfortable with him, prior to him fucking the shit out of her. He over-enthusiastically agreed. Amanda also made him promise not to tell a single soul about their potential tryst and that she expected to have to stay in bed for a few days and allow her pussy to heal from how hard his big, thick cock fucked it. She also insisted that he not jerk off or fuck anyone for one week because she wanted a guarantee of a huge load of his cum in her pussy. She also expected him to make the reservation for lunch and book a hotel room.
The unsuspecting young man agreed to all of Amanda’s terms – just as she knew he would.
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Amanda purposefully showed up one hour late for the lunch date. She had chuckled at each of the dozen texts he had sent her and that she had purposefully ignored. She made her way to the corner table the flustered young man was seated at and apologized for her tardiness.
Amanda pouted as she bent slowly at the waist to flaunt her large, braless breasts and pouted, “I am so glad you waited for me. I had a crazy, busy morning and lost my cell phone.” She kissed the young man’s cheek and sheepishly asked, “Can you ever forgive me?”
The young man swallowed hard and nodded as he stared at the tops of Amanda’s tits dangling inches away from his face. The low cut neckline of the little black, fuck-me dress she wore barely covered Amanda’s erect nipples.
Amanda sighed in relief and sat down next to the almost hypnotized young man. “Thank you for being so sweet and understanding,” she whispered in his ear as she pressed both her breasts against his arm. “There is something else I have to tell you. But you have to promise me you won’t get mad.”
He nodded as he shifted in his chair to adjust his fully erect cock straining against his pants.
Amanda cleared her throat and in a low voice said, “My period came early. You can’t fuck me in my pussy, I’m afraid.” She pressed her tits harder into his arm and asked, “Is that okay?”
He nodded, “I guess. We can do other stuff. I haven’t come in a week, as you asked, I really need to come.”
Amanda grinned as she looked down at the bulge between his legs. “Poor baby. Your balls must be aching and ready to explode.” He gasped when Amanda stroked his thigh. “I have an idea,” she teased him.
“What is it?” he nervously asked.
Amanda cooed in his ear, “Well, since you got me so fucking horny and you can’t fuck my MILF pussy, if your cock isn’t too big, I might let you fuck me in the ass. I’ll have to see your cock first and make sure it isn’t too big. I love being fucked in my ass, unfortunately I’m really tight down there and my husband’s cock is much too big and thick to fit in my tight little asshole.”
He shivered and nodded, “Wanna go to the hotel now?”
Amanda shook her head, “I won’t ever feel comfortable enough with you if you rush me.”
“Okay, sorry, I won’t rush you,” he embarrassedly replied.
Amanda had steered the arrogant young man to exactly where she wanted him.
She licked his neck and asked innocently, “Can I see your cock right now?”
The young man sat up straight. He was visibly uncomfortable with the idea and shook his head.
Amanda huffed and pouted, “I really need a cock in my ass. It’s been so long since I got a good ass fucking. How can I go to the hotel with you if I don’t see how big you are?”
The young man was about to come in his pants. His cock twitched hard and his balls tightened up so hard that they no longer ached, but hurt.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he reached for the zipper of his pants, undid it and pulled his cock out for Amanda.
Amanda licked her lips as she stared down at his throbbing cock. The young man couldn’t pry his eyes away from Amanda’s face and held his breath as he waited for her to pass judgement on his cock.
“Hmmm, I thought you’d have a bigger cock, to be honest. My husband’s cock is three times the size of yours. It’s a good thing I’m on my period, I probably wouldn’t be able to feel your cock in my pussy. But, it might be small enough to feel good in my ass,” Amanda coldly announced and shifted her body away from the arrogant lad. “I’ll have to reconsider your offer.”
The young man blushed and replied almost in a panic, “I can get it bigger if I stroke it.”
Amanda lifted her hand and looked at her manicured nails in silence, and yawned. The young man grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. “Look,” he sheepishly said, “I’ll get it bigger for you.”
Amanda ignored his request, reached for the menu and asked, “Do they have a vegan menu here, I’m feeling peckish?”
The young man entered full panic mode. “I’ll do anything you want, Amanda,” he pleaded.
Amanda placed the menu to the table and devilishly asked, “Anything?”
He nodded.
“Good. You can begin by addressing me as Mistress,” she coldly ordered.
“Yes, Mistress. Anything you want.”
“Stroke your pathetic little cock.”
The young man began to pump his aching cock fast.
Amanda picked up an empty coffee cup from the table and tossed it on the lad’s lap. “Come in the cup for me, now!” she hissed.
Being ordered to stroke his cock and to come by a bossy older woman set off fireworks in the young man’s head. He grabbed the coffee cup and pumped his cock; it only took a few strokes for him to unload his balls into the cup.
Amanda watched on in sheer delight at having successfully dominated the rude, little prick. She couldn’t wait to torture him for months to come with Nancy at her side.
“Did you like that?” he nervously asked Amanda. He suddenly felt a strong desire to know if he had her approval. He needed to know that he had pleased her.
Amanda shrugged her shoulders and replied, “I don’t get off on watching weak men blow their loads. You did okay, but I didn’t get aroused in the least.”
“What can I do to arouse you, Mistress?” he asked. “Tell me and I’ll do it, please.”
Amanda grinned as she stared at him in silence for a moment. “Drink your cum from the cup. Every single drop of it.”
He hesitated for an instant, Amanda gave him a stern look and calmly informed him, “If I had my whip with me, I’d crack it across your ass for not immediately obeying me. Now, drink your pathetic cum or I will leave and you will never see me again.”
The young man brought the cup to his lips and slurped every drop of his cum out of it.
“That’s better,” Amanda grinned as she stood up from the table. “I’ll be in touch,” she said as she walked away.
Amanda called Nancy when she was seated in her vehicle. “I have a live one,” she chuckled to Nancy.
Nancy excitedly asked, “You are going to share that little asshole with me, right?”
Amanda laughed and replied, “Of course I am going to share.”
Mischievous smiles beamed across the two women’s faces as they repeated their mantra in unison, “Control the cock and you control the man.”
