The Making of a Gigolo (9) - Amanda Griggs

by Lubrican

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Chapter Nine

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 eyes.

"I'm in charge, tonight," he said. "Next time you can be in charge."

"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 doing that.

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 charge again."

"But I'm paying you!" she moaned, using the last defense she could think of.

"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 jaw.

"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 a bra?"

"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 panties."

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 compliment.

"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 stood.

"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 anticipation.

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 and round.

"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 that feel.

"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 back on.

"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 away.

"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 said, conversationally.

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 wrist.

"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 this.

"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."

She nodded.

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 ropes tightly.

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 nipples.

"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 cherry.

"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 teeth.

"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 shaft.

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 your mouth."

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 pussy."

"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 groaned.

"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 into it.

"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 die!"

"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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