The Making of a Gigolo (9) - Amanda Griggs
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In her bedroom, Bobby took her in his arms and kissed her.
"Tonight, you do only what I say," he said.
Her natural urge to control things rebelled, and he saw that in her
"I'm in charge, tonight," he said. "Next time you can be in
"You were in charge last night," she said, her voice sulky.
"Did I give you what you needed?" he asked.
She stared at him and stuck her lip out. "Yes." She
tried to pout obviously.
"I'm going to do that again tonight," he said. In his mind he
added "I hope."
"Why do you have to be in charge?" she insisted.
"Because you like being in charge too much," he said. "You
think you know everything, but you don't, and that limits your
options. I'm going to teach you that there are always other
options, and that you need to release control, sometimes, so those
options will make themselves known to you."
"Oh, all right!" she said, impatiently.
"And that's another thing," he said. "You're
impatient. You want to do something all the time.
You need to learn how to stop, and wait for things to happen."
"I don't like you," she said, petulantly.
"Yes you do," he said.
"No I don't" she insisted, knowing she was being both argumentative
and lying to be that way. She wondered why she insisted on
She found her jaw grasped in his fingers, and his eyes boring into hers.
"Tell me how you feel about me," he said.
She felt a tiny thrill of fear, that was somehow not dangerous, because
she trusted him. And yet, he was strong enough to do whatever
he wanted. He had proven that last night and, even though she
knew she could pull away, the strength in his fingers on her jaw made
her feel weak, somehow. This was all too new to
her. She'd never met a man like him, and she'd always been in
charge of whatever happened. At the same time, what he had
brought her was fabulously precious ... she knew that deep in her
heart. She wanted him. She wanted him
tonight. But the only way she would get him, was by his
rules. That caused another thrill of fear.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"You didn't answer my question," he said. "Are you going to
make me spank you?"
"You can't spank me!" she said, jerking away from his hand.
"I don't have to stay, either," he warned.
"That's not fair!" she whined. "Why are you doing this?"
"I already told you why I'm doing this. I want you to
surrender ... to me ... just tonight. Then you can be in
"But I'm paying you!" she moaned, using the last defense she could
"I haven't charged you a dime yet," he said. "You hired me to
give you what you need. I'm trying to do that, but you're so
stubborn I may not be able to."
She curled her hands into fists, and felt the frustration building in
her. Then, quite suddenly, she recognized that frustration
for what it was. It controlled her. It
did limit her options. She'd been frustrated ever since her
father's stroke, believing the doctors, who said he'd never communicate
again. To them, communication meant talking, and her frustration with
that had blinded her to other communications options. Yet
Bobby, in ten minutes, had come up with a way that, while cumbersome,
released her father from his silence. The things she had
learned, just tonight, had blown her away. Once she
had learned the intricacies of asking questions that could be answered
yes and no, her mind had bubbled over with them. She had
learned, for instance, that he had tuned that radio to that station on
purpose, trying to tell her that he liked that
music. Having all the time in the world, he had
painstakingly listened to all the stations within reach of
Hutchinson. His business mind had taken in the programming,
commercials, and listener responses, and he had learned that, while he
loved big band music, his station couldn't
compete. He had used the only thing he
could think of to communicate with his daughter, and that was by
leaving the radio on the station with the format he knew KDEF should
move to, before it failed completely. Tonight,
finally, thanks to Bobby, she had learned how he felt. For
forty-five minutes she had fired questions at him about what changes to
make, and his elation at being able to tell her what he thought she
should do was clear.
Bobby was still standing there, waiting for her response. He
was patient. Despite his ability to burst into action ... to
overwhelm her with his passion ... he could stand and wait for her to
react to something. Before, she would have demanded that he
do what she wanted. Now ... she envied his patience.
"I'll do what you want," she said.
He put his fingers under her chin, this time, instead of grasping her
"Tell me how you feel about me," he said.
"You've changed my life. You make me feel
alive. You let Daddy talk to me. I'm going to let
you ... I mean I want you to make love to me ... tonight ... even
though you won't wear a rubber. I hardly know you
but ... I love you," she said.
"You know I won't ask you to marry me," he said.
"Yes," she said. "That would be ridiculous."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I don't love you in that way. I might be able to
some day ... I don't know. A month ago I didn't even have a
sex life. This is all so new to me I don't know what to think
... but I know I don't think of you as a potential husband. I
don't know why."
"All right," he said. "I wanted to make sure we were straight
on that. Go get me a chair."
She started to ask why, but clamped down on her impatience and went to
get a dining room chair. She bought it back and he set it
against one wall and sat down.
"Okay, I want you to take off your clothes now. Are you wearing
"Yes ... I knew Daddy would be here tonight."
"Go ahead. I want to watch you get naked for me."
She felt silly, at first, unbuttoning her blouse, while he just sat
there and watched. When her blouse was off, she
reached for the clasp to her bra.
"Not yet," he said. "I want to see you in just your bra and
She slid her slacks down and stepped out of them, feeling embarrassed,
somehow. She knew that was silly, because he'd seen her naked
... had made glorious love to her.
"You're beautiful," he said softly.
Her embarrassment fled, and she felt the blush that resulted from his
"Thank you," she murmured.
"I can't wait to see your gorgeous breasts," he said. "Come
here. Let me undo you."
She stepped out of her shoes, and went to stand in front of him, her
back turned. His fingers traced down her sides, to
her hips, and then went to the catch of the bra.
She felt it tighten, and then go loose. For some reason she
crossed her arms, holding her bra to her breasts.
He turned her around and gently made her move her arms. He
pulled the bra off her shoulders, slowly, letting more and more of her
breasts be exposed, until it was hanging on her wrists, stretched
across her abdomen.
"So beautiful," he sighed. He leaned forward and
pulled her down a bit, to suckle at one nipple. She watched
the top of his head, felt the crinkle and saw the nipple he wasn't
sucking stiffen. When he let go, she automatically
offered him the other one.
"Later," he said. "Now the panties."
She felt a stab of irritation that he hadn't made the other nipple feel
good, but pushed that away, suddenly anxious to be naked for
him. Her shyness was gone, replaced by ... something else ...
as she watched his eyes watching her. She felt the
sudden urge to tease, and pushed her panties down just enough to expose
her pubic hair.
"These?" she asked. "Take these off?"
"Yes," he said.
"But I'll be naked," she said, making her voice complain.
"Don't make me spank you," he warned.
The thrill of fear shot through her again, and she pushed her panties
down, stepping out of them, and kicking them to one side. She
didn't know what to do with her hands, and ended up putting them on her
hips. One foot was away from her, and she stood, hipshot.
"You are a very beautiful woman, Amanda Griggs," he said, the appreciation
clear in his voice. "Any man would want you."
She felt her pussy clench, and her nipples tingle.
Never had she just stood in front of a man who appreciated her like
that ... with just his eyes and words. He
"Now ... undress me," he said.
She approached him eagerly, reaching for the buttons of his shirt.
"Slowly," he cautioned. "Take your time and enjoy it."
She slowed, and found that, as each button was exposed, and she saw a
little more of his chest and abdomen, it was exciting. It changed from a utilitarian exercise to remove clothing to an opportunity to slowy unveil what she wanted to see. She'd
always been the kind of person who tears into a present, ripping the
paper off, impatient to see what was inside. She'd never
understood people who carefully removed the wrapping, teasing
themselves before unveiling what was inside ... extending the
Now she understood that. When she got to his belt,
he sat down, suddenly, and offered her his boot-covered
feet. She tried just pulling on them, but that
didn't work. He told her to turn around, and
straddle his leg. She did so, knowing that she was sticking
her butt in his face, as she bent over to grasp the back of the boot
heel, like he told her to. His hands came to her
butt, steadying her as she pulled, and the boot came off. She
jumped as his fingers darted between her legs to stroke her pussy lips,
and then pulled back. She looked over her shoulder
at him, her eyes smoky.
"Now the other one," he said.
With this one she spread her own feet wider, bending over and almost
wagging her butt in his face. He put one hand on
her butt, and reached through her legs to stroke her pussy lips as she
worked ... not too hard ... on his other boot. She
pulled, and wagged her butt, and pulled, until he brought one slippery
finger back and suddenly inserted it in her rectum.
Her jerk caused the boot to pop off and she fell backwards, to land on
his lap. His hands went around her and cupped her breasts.
"That was nasty," she complained.
"You were playing," he responded. "Get up. Now you
can do my pants."
She stood, still feeling the peculiar tingle in her rectum, where his
finger had entered her briefly. She was astonished to feel an
erotic urge to have him play there some more, and pushed that
away. She concentrated on his jeans, getting them undone and
pulling them down over his hips. She pulled his underwear
down with them, and sighed when his erect penis lunged into the air in
front of her face.
She tore her eyes away from it, long enough to get the jeans over his
feet, and then took his socks off too. She looked up to see
him standing with his hands on his hips, staring down at her.
"Stay down there," he ordered. "Touch me."
She was only too glad to do that. Her hand came up and she
played with his penis, sliding the skin back off the head, and
watching, fascinated as she made it slide back forward. She
moved it to one side, and saw that his balls looked the same ... full
"Kiss it," he said.
She blinked. She'd never done that before, and her
natural inclination was to believe that he had much more in mind than
just a kiss.
"Just a kiss ... right?" she asked, her voice shaky.
"For now," he said.
She leaned forward, pursing her lips, and used her hand to make the
foreskin bunch up, covering the tip completely. She
kissed that, and marveled at how soft the bunched up skin
was. It wasn't like his lips - it was softer than
that - but it was almost like kissing lips. She rubbed her
lips against the skin, and felt it move around. She liked
"Use just the tip of your tongue and play with it a little," he said.
Kissing it had been fun, so she let herself do what he said, using the
tip of her tongue to spear into the collar of soft skin. She
felt her tongue run into the tip, under the skin. It was hard
and smooth, a completely different feel, and it was
fascinating. She stopped to taste, but the only
sensation was of skin. He smelled ... fresh!
He let her play, and it was only natural for her to push with her lips,
until they moved the collar of skin back enough that her lips could try
feeling the smooth hard skin of his glans too. The
new sensations were curiously satisfying to her, and she realized that
she liked doing this. She was surprised, because she'd always
thought of what she was doing as something nasty ... something women
were forced to do ... and not something women
liked. But she liked it. She 'nipped' at the tip with her lips, and liked that, too.
"Put the tip in your mouth," he said softly.
Just ten minutes ago she would have rebelled at that, but now, she let
her lips slide back, moving wider as the thickness of what she was
putting in her mouth increased. That loose skin got
in the way, and she pulled it back with her hand, until the whole head
was uncovered. Her mouth was suddenly full of hard, slick
skin. It fit perfectly, like a huge pacifier, and her cheeks
caved in by instinct as she sucked.
"Ohhh yeahaaa," he moaned. "That feels so
good. You're being a very good girl, Mandy."
She felt another surge of emotion. Only her father had ever
called her Mandy. No one else had ever tried, but she would
have corrected them, if they had. Only the man she
loved more than life itself could call her that.
And now Bobby, she realized. Bobby could call her that
too. She sucked harder, and took more of his penis into her
mouth. There was a point at which it was unmanageable, and
she didn't try going farther. Instead, she just enjoyed the
feel of that part sliding along her lips. She pulled back and
off, to swallow the saliva that had built up, and then slid her lips
"You're very good at that," he sighed.
She pulled off long enough to say: "I've never done this before."
"I don't want to cum in your mouth," he said. "Stop now."
She didn't mind doing that either. Sucking it was fun, but
she wasn't at all sure that tasting his semen would be a good thing.
She stood, to be pulled in for a long kiss, with his penis rubbing
between her legs. She thought it was odd he'd want
to kiss her, after where her lips had just been, and then remembered
kissing him after his lips were wet with her own juices. She
had tasted that tangy flavor on his lips, but had been so horny that
she just didn't care.
They stood there, kissing and rubbing up against each other for what
seemed like an hour, but was only ten minutes, and then he pushed her
"Get on the bed," he said, going to his knapsack, which Amanda hadn't
seen him bring in.
She lay back on the bed and watched as he drew out a hand full of rope.
"This is the kind of rope they make halters out of, for horses," he
She giggled, as a loop of the rope fell, and got hung up on his penis.
"I'm going to tie you up tonight," he said, his voice calm.
It sounded like he had just said something like "I'd like a pillow on
the bed, please."
Concern flashed into Amanda, and she sat up. He
held up a hand.
"Hush," he said. "See these big loops here?" He
showed her how one end of a rope was tied into a loop that was probably
ten inches in diameter. "This rope is soft, and your hands
and feet will go in these loops. You'll be able to get out of
them any time you want to." He pushed her back down and she
watched with wide eyes as he looped one of the ropes around her left
"See how you can hold on?" he said, wrapping her own hand around the
extra part of the loop, thereby making it tight on her wrist.
"Hold on while I tie the other end to the headboard."
That curious stab of exciting fear was back, and she watched as he tied
the other end of the rope to an upright post. There
was a gap between that post and the rest of the headboard, which was
oval in shape, and left four corners empty at the
edges. He pulled her arm straight, and then
loosened the rope so that she could bend her elbow
slightly. Without another word, he went and did the
other wrist. It was plain that by simply letting go of the
rope with her hand, she could slip her hand out of the
loop. Her mind worked furiously, trying to figure
out what he was doing ... or more to the point ... why he was doing
"You can't grip the loop with your feet," he said, moving to her right
foot. "So, the loop there will be a little tighter, but
you'll still be able to wiggle your foot free if you want to."
Of course she'd want to! Why would she let herself
be trussed up like a chicken ... a sacrificial lamb?
"Be patient!" he ordered, as if he could somehow read her
mind. "You'll understand later." Again he added "I
hope" in his mind.
She subsided, and let him tie her remaining foot to the bottom of the
bed. She was spread eagle, now, and felt uncomfortably
exposed. She didn't like this already, but forced herself to
remain silent, waiting to see what he was going to
do. He got a pillow and slid his whole
arm under the middle of her back, lifting her like she was
weightless. He slid the pillow under her butt.
Again, she had the mental image of herself as being some kind of
sacrifice ... a virgin being given to a dragon ... held helplessly,
waiting to be devoured.
"I don't like this!" she hissed, unable to keep silent any longer.
"Be patient!" he ordered again.
He went to the knapsack and got a bottle out of it.
"This is different than the one last night," he said. "It
will get hot if I blow on it. Then it gets really hot if I
apply friction." She stared at him. "It also tastes
like cherries," he said, grinning.
He came to the bed and tipped the bottle onto two fingers.
She watched as he reached out and rubbed her left nipple with
it. She felt the heat instantly, and pulled at the
rope on her left hand. He moved to the other one
and did that one too. Then he bent over and blew on the left nipple.
She couldn't believe the heat that blossomed on the tip of her
breast. It felt like a warm biscuit on her fingers, or
against her lips. It felt good.
"You're going to have to lie there and feel these things for a while,"
he said. "I'm going to tease you. That's what the
ropes are for. I want you to stay in them ... to discipline
yourself. They are your aide ... your helper ... to help you
be patient while I tease you. I'm going to tease
you a lot, Amanda, but I'll give you satisfaction ...
eventually. Don't speak, but tell me if you understand."
He wiped the new cream on her pussy lips, spreading them apart and
blowing on them while she squirmed. With her butt in the air,
and her legs restrained, she couldn't move her hips, and it was at once
frustrating and curiously ... fun. She had to lie there and
feel the oddly different coolness of his breath, blowing on her, and
the heat that the cream generated. He blew and
rubbed at her pussy lips until she moaned, and then put a big dab of
the stuff right on her clit. When he blew on that, she
groaned. The heat was delicious.
Bobby watched as her clit peeked out of its protective
sheath. He had noticed, before, that it was smaller than
others he'd seen, and more protected, but just as
sensitive. That's why he had positioned her like
this, the night before, so he could fuck her without stimulating
it. She came too quickly when her clit was involved, and he
wanted to make it last, so she could feel the difference between
languid lovemaking, and the hot pursuit of an
orgasm. Now, as her clit reacted to the gel, and
began to protrude, he flicked it with his fingertip. She
jerked, and moaned. He flicked it again, trying only to touch
that organ, while he blew on it. She turned and twisted under
him, though, and he had to put the heel of his hand on her thigh, to
steady his hand, so that, no matter how she twisted, she couldn't get
away from the tip of his finger. He mashed down with the tip,
rubbing back and forth and got a hoarse cry of satisfaction as she
squirted a full stream of fluid at him. He'd
forgotten about that, but let it splash against his chin, grinning as
he continued to flick her clit and she groaned her way through an
orgasm. He looked up to see the rope tight around her wrists,
her knuckles white with the strain of gripping the loop and pulling.
"Not fair!" she gasped, as he started rubbing the little organ
gently. "You're ... killing ... me," she panted.
"I'm not killing you," he said. "I'm teasing you.
You're a good girl for keeping your hands in the loops. I'm
going to reward you for that soon."
Amanda heard his words and, with something like shock, realized how
tightly she was holding onto the loops. She let go,
momentarily, and felt relief flood through her as she felt the
looseness. All she had to do was slip her hands out, and
she'd be free! She felt him lick her
clit, and pressed her butt down against the pillow that was arching her
loins up into the air. It felt so
delicious. The orgasm had been a different kind, with all the
sensation in one tiny spot. She hadn't felt his skin against
hers. He wasn't weighing her down. It had been as
if her whole consciousness had been able to cram into one little spot,
that then exploded back out into her body. And the
whole time she had stayed in the restraints. She
realized, instinctively, that she would have touched him, if her hands
had been free. She would have touched his head, or his
shoulders ... somewhere ... and she also realized that it would have
been a different kind of orgasm if she had.
With a thrill of understanding, she thought about how, by taking away
some options ... with the ropes ... he had given her others, that she'd
never have known about. With something like
ecstatic hope, she waited for more to be revealed, and re-gripped the
He licked his way up her loins, and rubbed some gel on her
abdomen. He blew, and she almost cringed as the heat suffused
her belly, seeming to sink down inside her body. That glow
fused with the glow left over in her pussy, and she suddenly felt
hornier than she'd ever been in her life.
"Pleeease," she groaned. "I need you in meeeee."
"Be patient!" he ordered.
He rubbed then, smoothing his hand all over her belly, and her skin
felt on fire. It was decidedly hot, but not the kind of hot
that hurt. It sank into her bones, and she went limp, just
feeling his hand rubbing over her abdomen. His
hands moved toward her breasts, and she sucked in breath, unable to
imagine what that heat would feel like there. He
stopped to dribble the stuff on her breasts, right onto her nipples,
and she began begging.
"Oh please, Bobby, I can't take this ... please not there ... not on my
breasts ... I'm burning up already, Bobby."
"Hush," he said, and started rubbing her breasts.
The heat exploded, feeling like she had bent over and lowered her
breasts into hot water. She suddenly felt herself penetrated,
and raised her head to see his penis halfway in her.
Her cry, half agonized ecstasy, and half relief at being filled, was so
loud that Bobby was afraid she'd wake her father, though he was two
doors down, and on the other side of the hallway. He pulled
out of her, and her cry turned to a moan of, "Nooooo".
"Your father is going to think I'm down here killing you," he hissed.
"I can't help it," she moaned. "It feels so good!"
"Discipline yourself," he urged her, leaning down to suck a nipple
clean of the heating gel. He did the other one too, and then
blew on her breasts.
The difference in feeling was so stark that it shocked her into
silence. Her breasts felt hot, from his breath, but her
nipples, warm from the gel and then his mouth, crinkled in the cool of
his blown breath. Now it felt like her breasts were in warm
water, that somehow had ice cubes down in it, that touched only her
"Put it back in ... pleeease," she moaned, wiggling her hips.
She lifted her head and saw it lying on her pubic hair ... so close ...
but so far.
"You were a bad girl," he scolded, kissing her lips briefly, before she
let her head flop back down on the pillow. "You
yelled. What would your father think if he saw you like this?"
She bit her lip, trying to keep quiet.
"I'll help you," he said.
He stood, straddling her, and she wobbled back and forth as his weight
shifted from one foot to the other. He smeared his erect
penis with the gel, and walked forward until his feet were in her
armpits. He squatted, and then had to push his penis down,
because it was straining up. He rubbed her lips with the tip
and she opened her mouth, lifting her head to capture the
tip. Her lips slid off the foreskin, but she got a taste of
"Put this in your mouth, to keep you quiet," he said.
He bent his knees more, letting her get her mouth to his
prick. Intuitively, she blew, knowing what that would feel
like, and he grinned, using his hand to rub the tip against her pursed
lips. He dropped some more, so she wouldn't have to
strain upwards, and she kept her lips tight, forcing the foreskin back
as he pushed, and sealing her lips around the dip, behind the
head. She sucked hard, and raked the tip gently with her
"Ow," he said mildly. "You're being a bad girl again."
She had had enough. She let the rope slip off her left wrist,
and reached for him, gripping his balls and the base of his penis
gently, but firmly. She left her right hand in the restraint,
though. He removed his hand, and she pulled at him, letting
her get more of his prick into her mouth. She sucked hard,
and ran her tongue all around the head, tasting the cherry stuff, and
feeling her lips get hot from the friction of rubbing them along his
He let her suck him until she calmed down, and began to suck less hard,
and more lovingly, massaging his balls with her
fingers. His thighs began to burn, though, and she
was doing too good a job.
"Enough," he said. "I told you ... I don't want to cum in
He pulled out, and she let him go, watching as he stood and then bent
over to put her hand back in the loop.
"Where to you want to cum?" she asked, her voice ragged.
"I want to cum in your pussy," he said. "In your warm, slick
"You're not wearing a rubber," she said, feeling an urgency in her
loins that she didn't understand.
"No, I'm not," he said.
"I haven't had time to get on the pill, yet, Bobby," she moaned.
"You invited me here tonight," he reminded her.
"I didn't know it would be like this," she panted, as he got back
between her restrained thighs.
"You didn't know any of this would happen when you called me," he said.
He gripped his prick and swabbed it between her pussy lips, up and
down, rubbing the tip gently over her clit. She hissed and
"Tell you what," he said, pushing in an inch, and then pulling back
out. "When the time comes, I'll let you decide."
"Decide what?" she gasped.
"Whether I cum in your sweet, unprotected womb ... or on your stomach
... right here." He reached and rubbed her abdomen, and the
heat from the gel exploded there again. That heat seemed to
sink down into her, and she imagined her womb swelling as the heat sank
"I can't get pregnant," she whined. "It's not the right time
... I'm not married! I have work to do!"
"Then you'll decide to have me put it here," he said, rubbing her belly
more. "Instead of here," he added, sliding his prick all the
way into her.
She groaned, and her pussy fluttered, spasming in welcome.
She didn't feel stretched. Instead, she felt the heat from
the gel still on his prick, as it rubbed her tender inside
flesh. He was standing on his knees, and moved his hands to
lift her hips higher, so his penis wouldn't contact her clitty.
"Ohhh please don't stop," she panted. "If you stop I'll just
"I won't stop," he said. "This is your reward ...
even though you were a bad girl several times, I love you, and I want
you to be happy."
"You love me?" she whined.
"Like you love me," he said. "Do you want an orgasm?"
"Ohh please!" she moaned.
He fell forward, pushed in deep, and rotated his loins, with his lips
just above hers.
"Oh yes!" she sighed. "Yes, Bobby, Oh yes ... here it comes ... Oh Bobby ... Oh baby, yessssss!"
He covered her mouth with his, and she quit talking, to start kissing,
pushing her head against him. Her arms pulled hard, and shook
the bed, as her legs moved too, trying to draw up, but were stopped by
the ropes. Again, the orgasm felt different to her,
piercingly sharp as, unable to use her hands or legs, she had to feel
it only where they were joined. His thickness
plugged her completely, and her pussy muscles hugged his prick,
squeezing as the sensations rippled through her belly.
He raised his lips, to let her breathe, and she panted softly, as the
orgasm wound down.
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