Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&BigNRich)
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				Title: <strong>Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 05:54:22</strong>
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				Name: Amanda<br>Age:22<br>Nationality: Mexican<br>Looks: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ma82y0ewM21rd7isao1_500.jpg)</div></div><br>Amanda's father spoiled her growing up giving her everything that she wanted, no matter how much it cost. He could afford it. When he died of cancer she inherited all of his money. Now at the age of 22, she is unable to find a man that makes her happy. The men her age are just boys in her eyes, she wont dare date a man that is her fathers age, who is 25 years older than her, and other men see her as too young. <br><br>Amanda was bored one day, not having very many friends and decided to apply for a job as a bread and pastry baker at a near by place. She really didn't need the job, but it was something to do other than buy more clothes that she never wore. When she found out that she got the job she was so happy. Spend a few weeks in the back training and a few weeks in the front training, Amanda was officially a member of the staff. She'd proved to herself, and everyone else, that she was actually a really good baker and had what it took to be the manager. <br><br>In the middle of the day Amanda took her break, some of the men her age were hitting on her, trying to sit with her. She was a little annoyed with that and ended up sitting on a single table in the corner of the store in her apron. As she nibbled at her food she looked a little sad. She had no real friends, and guys only wanted her for her money. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 06:26:14</strong>
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				Name: Peter<br>Age: 46<br>Nationality: Italian-American<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac299/ps1998/Elliquiy/sireco_zps9e572879.jpg)</div></div><br>At 46 years of age, Peter Johnson was living a good life. The manager of DeNucci's, a local restaurant/cocktail bar, Peter was well-known around businesses in the immediate area. He was charming and likable, but also was known for being demanding--expecting the best out of those closest to him. He had moved to town just five years ago following his divorce; painful as it may have been, he eventually was left feeling liberated and happy, unchained from the burden of family life and free to enjoy his great job. The only things he truly missed were his kids--a college-age son and daughter--and the old happy nights spent making love with his wife.<br><br>He wasn't looking to remarry anytime soon; right now, Peter didn't have much time for serious relationships. For one thing, his job was very demanding--his hours varied considerably from day to day, and he'd often be on call in case any type of crisis arose. But it was still a very enjoyable job; DeNucci's attracted a very lively and friendly group of customers, and Peter enjoyed hamming it up with the guys and charming the ladies.<br><br>Today he was on lunch break, strolling through the area with a confident and friendly smile on his face. After making a quick stop at the tobacco shop to pick up some pipe tobacco, he decided to head to the bakery next door. Upon stepping inside, he ordered himself a ham and lettuce sandwich, then looked around for a place to sit and relax.<br><br>He immediately noticed a young woman sitting in the corner. Judging by the apron she was wearing, he could tell she was an employee. She seemed somewhat depressed--and a bit annoyed at the young man who had plopped down across from her and began rambling lame pickup lines.<br><br>Peter walked over to the table and spoke in his no-nonsense manager voice: "Leave the lady alone, boy."<br><br>The young man looked up at him in nervousness and headed for the door.<br><br>Peter then sat down across from the lady. "You ok, honey? He didn't give you too much trouble, did he? I hate little punks like that, got nothing better to do than try to pick up ladies." He took a bite of his sandwich and smiled warmly at her. "You new here? I've never seen you here before. Name's Peter, I'm manager at DeNucci's." He reached out and took her hand, gently cupping it in his own. His hands were very rough, but tender and gave a feeling of protectiveness.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 06:46:16</strong>
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				Amanda looked at the gentleman the spoke to the guy across from her. SHe was slightly impressed, but he reminded her of her father. She didn't make much eye contact, she just tried to eat her soup that she'd packed. When he said down she slightly slumped herself a bit more.<strong> " I hate little punks like that, got nothing better to do than try to pick up ladies."</strong> SHe looked at him. "Like hit on girls that are too young for them?" She asked a little rudely and bitterly. SHe wasn't on shift she didn't have to be nice right then. She looked at him finally as he took a bite and raised her brow. "Amanda." She said. "i know who you are. You used to work with my dad, Rico Gonzales." She said as she took a bite of her soup and shook his hand. "i was probably 17 or something when we met. It was only once." She said. "i think you'd just gotten here or something like that." she said as she looked back down at her soup. <br><br>Amanda's hair was up in a net, but not just any net, whenever the threads would connect there'd be a jewel there. Her makeup looked expensive, her clothes under her apron looked expensive, even her work shoes were. She looked back up at him. He was staring at her. "What are you looking at?" She asked him a little irked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 15:17:24</strong>
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				Wow, this girl had an attitude. Peter hadn't expected her to leap up into his arms and embrace him for chasing off that guy who'd been annoying her, but the way he looked at it now, all he'd done was stop one bratty kid from annoying an even-brattier kid. One thing about Peter was that he was good at fighting back against people who disrespected him. In the case of an employee, he'd usually strike back by sending them home for the day or chewing their ass out in front of everyone. In the case of this little lady, however, he took a different approach.<br><br>"Just being polite, ma'am," he said. "I forget; being nice--that's a strict no-no with ladies nowadays." He smirked.<br><br>"Ah, Rico, I think I remember him..." Peter was about to come back at Amanda with a smart-ass remark about how he usually was a good worker, but then remembered that he'd died a short time ago. "Yes, I remember; he was a good guy. I'm very sorry for your loss." He spoke in a genuine tone of sympathy--which ended up earning even more snide wrath from her when he casually glanced up at her and noticed how well she was dressed.<br><br>"Well, I was going to remark on how nice you look," he said, "but again, I forget, being nice is unacceptable..." He stood up to leave. "Pleasure seeing you again, Amanda. I apologize for interrupting your lunch date..." He stood up and walked off, not even bothering to shake her hand goodbye--she probably would have bit it off.<br><br>Back at the restaurant, Peter thought about what had happened throughout the day. Peter was a man who didn't like being disrespected. And right off the bat, he didn't much care for Amanda. He didn't remember much about her from when he'd last met her--mainly because she barely even spoke two words to him. It seemed that, after the death of her father, Amanda had become a bitter, angry spoiled brat. He decided that, if he ever saw her again and if she snapped at him again, he'd straighten her out a bit. He didn't care if it was on the streets or in the bakery; he actually hoped if it happened again, it would happen in the bakery--what he hadn't mentioned to Amanda was that he was friends with her manager, and he knew that he didn't take kindly to his employees being rude to customers, whether they were on the clock or not.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 18:57:31</strong>
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				Amanda looked at him as he gave her a slight lecture. Her face was stoic the whole time, but her attention was on him. She tensed up a bit when he walked about her father, but still said nothing. After a minute she went back to her soup and bread that she'd baked for her lunches. <br><br>Amanda watched as he left, not saying anything. She just finished her soup and clocked back on. <br><br>As the week went on she rejected guys left and right. One of her co-workers asked why and she simply answered that she wanted a man not a boy. Once again on her lunch there was a man that came up to her. He was a very attractive looking guy, young but cute. She flirted with him for a while, and soon in the middle of the conversation she saw Peter. She didn't give him much attention, but she way aware he was there. <br><br>"yeah so uh, I really like your shoes. Did your parents buy them for you?" The man asked. <br><br>"Uh no, I bought them myself." she said as she took a piece of her bread. <br><br>"Wow, from working here? You must've saved a long time for that." he said, he was fishing and she knew it. <br><br>Amanda frowned. "No actually, i don't need to save up for anything. I could buy this place if i wanted to..." she said as she looked down. "I think you need to leave now."<br><br>"No, wait, come on. you're kidding me. So you could, like, buy anything..." he bated some more.<br><br>Amanda sighed as she got up and started to pack her things. "Yeah, anything." she said bitterly as she walked out to the back. Once the door was closed she sat down on a crate and ate on that. "Jesus fucking christ... " she said as she picked her bread some more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>19-08-2013, 01:27:24</strong>
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				Peter did not turn in Amanda to her manager. He figured this wouldn't do much good, as she truly didn't need the job anyway considering she'd already inherited a good sum of money from her deceased father. All it would do was make her angrier at the world.<br><br>However, Peter did mention Amanda in casual conversation the next night at DeNucci's, when Amanda's manager stopped in for some drinks. "You know the young lady you recently hired?" Peter asked. "Amanda Gonzales? Her dad used to work here."<br><br>"Seriously? What were the odds of that?" Amanda's manager remarked with a laugh. "She's a great baker; very talented in the kitchen. Gets hit on by guys all over the place, though. Well, she's good-looking, and she's got money--either they think she's an easy bang or an easy buck. I swear, it's like a friggin' DMV office somedays; those boys could be taking numbers for their turn at her!"<br><br>Her manager continued. "She's a good kid. I like her. But she's so rude to some people! But I guess I can't blame her, losing her dad and having all these dumbass guys hit on her all day long. She needs a <em>real </em>man to love her, to protect her, to discipline her, just like her father."<br><br>Peter nodded in agreement. "She needs a father figure," he said.<br><br>Peter didn't stop into the bakery again until Friday. He went in to grab a sandwich and saw Amanda once again on her break, and once again talking to yet another guy. Unlike the time before, it actually seemed to be a decent conversation with a nice guy, and not back-and-forth banter with some loser. Peter glanced towards her for a brief second but otherwise ignored her. After buying his sandwich, he sat at a table on the opposite end of the bakery from Amanda so she wouldn't assume he was making any moves on her again. He ate fairly quickly and stood up to leave.<br><br>Just as he got to the exit he noticed the discussion start to turn south; the kid was revealing his true colors and asking her about money, and she was quickly getting annoyed. Peter decided to let her handle this on her own and left.<br><br>Once out the door, Peter filled up his pipe with tobacco. He struck a match and gave it a light, then decided to stroll around for a bit. Suddenly, his cell phone rang--it was Teresa, one of his employees who hadn't shown up for work that day. He decided to take the call in a semi-private area behind the bakery; as he answered, Peter's casual and friendly mood quickly evaporated, and he went into "boss mode".<br><br>"Damn right I called you!" Peter said in a gruff and angry voice. "I do that when someone doesn't show up for their shift two days in a row with no call!" As he headed to the back area behind the building, he didn't see that Amanda was eating her lunch about twenty feet away.<br><br>"Listen to me! Not showing up without a call two days straight isn't how things work around here! So unless you've got a signed doctor's note, I want your ass here pronto, or you're done here!" He hung up--then noticed Amanda eating her lunch. Sticking his pipe back in his mouth, he waved to her politely. "Sorry about that; didn't know you were here," he said, putting his cell phone back in his pocket and beginning to walk away.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>19-08-2013, 05:28:13</strong>
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				Amanda heard a voice, a strong strict voice and kept her mouth shut as she listened in on the one sided conversation. She nibbled at her food and closed her eyes. He sounded like her father. Leaning back she listened some more and realized that it was Peter. She kept her eye closed as she listened in more and more. It seemed to her like the person should be fired, that's what her father would do, but again she said nothing. <br><br>When she opened her eyes, she knew the conversation was about to end and looked at him. She nibbled at her food some more as they looked at each other. "You sound like my dad." she said as she took another bite. "But a lot nicer. If he had an employee that didn't show up for two days, they were fired." Her voice was a bit calmer than it was the last time. "But what do I know." she said as she started to get up. "Have a nice day Mr Johnson." She smiled lightly and walked into the back door for the bakery. 
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				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 14:51:00</strong>
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				Holding his pipe in his mouth, Peter snickered upon hearing Amanda's comment. "Don't think I haven't considered it," he said. "She's got a half-hour to get prettied up and get to work, or she's history." As gruff and hard as he could be, Peter did sometimes give some of his workers a bit of slack that they probably didn't deserve. Maybe he had a soft spot for young women like Teresa--fresh out of high school and lacking the understanding of just how the real world worked. "I remember your dad--he could be tougher on some of those people than even me." He smiled at the thought--no way would Rico have tolerated someone no-showing for two days in a row.<br><br>Amanda seemed to be in a better mood today; Peter decided not to push his luck with any major conversation, though. "You have a good day, too, Amanda," he said. "Oh, by the way..." he said, walking towards her as she was about to go back into the bakery. "Stop into DeNucci's sometime when I'm working; I'll buy you dinner." He smiled and puffed on his pipe. "My treat."<br><br>Giving her a final wave goodbye, he began walking off. "See you later; take care!"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 18:45:23</strong>
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				Amanda smiled. "Thanks for the offer, but i can pay for my own dinner." she tried to say as nicely as possible. She walked into the bakery and went back to work. <br><br>A few nights later, Amanda had the day off. Once again she was without a decent date and alone. Bored out of her mind she decided that now was the time to go out and eat something. Getting into a cocktail dress Amanda thought about going to DeNucci's. She hadn't been there in a long time, and thought maybe it would be a good place to meet someone who wasn't immature. She looked at a few of her dresses and knew she wanted to look youthful, but still mature. She pursed her lips back and forth as she tried to figure out what she was going to put on. <br><br>About an hour later Amanda walked into the restaurant. The dress she had on hugged her curves perfectly. Walking to the bar area, she sat and looked at the menu. Her make up was nicely done, her long hair was down and shined. Her heels were black and about 3.5inches high. She was almost perfection, had it not been for her disposition to so many people. <br><br>(http://img.alibaba.com/wsphoto/v0/429956620/Freeshipping-hot-party-dress-sexy-cocktail-dress-fashion-dress-Wholesale.jpg) 
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				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 19:28:50</strong>
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				"Suit yourself," Peter said with a nod. He wasn't about to push any favors on her--if she wanted to pay for dinner, that was fine. He took off as she went back to work.<br><br>Even though she could be a bit... well, bitchy... Peter did think quite fondly of Amanda. He had lost his own father a few years earlier (shortly following his divorce) and had ended up inheriting a decent sum of money. To go along with it, though, he also ended up having all manner of unlikable people try to hit him up for that money. From lazy relatives to random women looking for a sugar daddy, Peter had no shortage of people looking to make some cash off of him. It had, in a sense, helped him develop his aggressive, no-nonsense attitude--<em>nobody </em>was going to take advantage of him!<br><br>Still, deep down, Peter was a compassionate man, and he knew that, deep down, Amanda was the same way. She'd been through a lot of turmoil after her father's death, and the last thing she needed was for losers looking to take advantage of her.<br><br>One night, Peter was casually chatting it up with one of his customers at a table a short distance away from the bar when he saw a familiar face walk in. It was Amanda--dressed to the hilt in a sultry cocktail dress and sexy high heels. He grinned and walked over to her; "Well, good evening!" he said in a friendly voice as he reached out to shake her hand. "Nice seeing you. How are you tonight?" He then leaned in closer and whispered. "Just a heads up. Remember Teresa, that woman I told you about last week? Well, I fired her--she showed up about an hour after I talked to her, bloodshot eyes, completely hungover. Told her to get the hell out and don't come back." He chuckled in amusement. "Let me get you a waiter..." He motioned to one of his waitresses, a young woman with short brown hair named Debbie.<br><br>"Great seeing you again; hope you enjoy your meal," Peter said, shaking her hand once again. He then went off to chat with his buddy again; the discussion ended up turning to home improvement. "Yeah, I just finished redoing the paneling in my study..." Peter said. "Polished red maple--looks fantastic. Thinking of getting something like that for my entertainment room downstairs." Even though Peter hadn't intended for anyone else to overhear, anyone who listened would have known that he was a man who was decently wealthy, especially to afford home improvements like this for what was probably already a very high-class home.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 19:51:14</strong>
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				Amanda lightly smiled at Peter and shook his hand for a moment. "Evening." she started. "It's nice to see you too, i am fine. Just... hungry." she said as she looked around showing she had nothing better to do and no one to do it with. At her age, she was like an old maid, not wanting to have friends and rude, so this wasn't abnormal for her to be alone. As he spoke about the girl she grinned. "I knew you'd fire her, two days in a row and out of school, yeah she's going to be a party girl." she said as she sipped at some water. <br><br>As the waiter came up she nodded a goodbye to Peter and looked at her menu. "I'll have a margarita and some bread sticks for now please..." she said as she gave her the menu. "Oh and for the dinner i'd like the four cheese ravioli." she smiled and sat there. It wasn't long before her drink and bread arrived. As she sipped and ate she listened in on Peter's conversation. He obviously made a good living. She was drinking her tequila a little fast and ended up getting a second. She knew herself. <br><br>Amanda slowed down on the drink and ate more bread. As her dinner arrive a young man came up to her. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice your dress." he smiled. <br><br>"I believe that's the point of it." she said as she looked up at him. "How can I help you." <br><br>"Well, I just wanted to talk to you." he said. <br><br>She looked at the table where he came from, his friends clothes, and then his clothes. "No thanks." she said as she turned away. She knew why he wanted to talk to her, just based off the clothes. <br><br>THe kid sat down anyways. "come on, just for a second?"<br><br>"I said no." she looked at him. <br><br>The kid grabbed her hand tightly. "give me a chance!" 
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				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 02:33:41</strong>
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				Peter had seen the young man and his buddies walk into the restaurant; though he hadn't said anything, he suspected they might have been up to no good. For one thing, they ignored DeNucci's dress code and came in wearing jeans and tattered t-shirts. And secondly, they almost immediately laid eyes upon Amanda when they walked in. Peter kept an eye on them the entire time, watching as they laughed loudly, made crass jokes about women, and eyed up the beautiful, well-dressed lady at the bar.<br><br>As he talked with his buddy, Peter suddenly saw the young man grabbing Amanda by the hand and aggressively demanding that she talk to him. In a flash, he raced over to the pair and grabbed the guy by the collar of his shirt.<br><br>"You just LOST your chance, buddy!" Peter growled in the kid's face. He motioned to the door. "Now get the hell outta here before you lose some teeth!"<br><br>The kid immediately ran out the door. But Peter wasn't done yet--he'd seen the kid walk in earlier, and he knew who he'd come in with. He walked over to the table, where his three terrorized buddies were already standing up and looking to make a break for it.<br><br><em>"OUT!"</em> Peter yelled. "Don't ever come back here again!" The young men fled immediately. The other patrons, meanwhile, watched in amazement--stunned, though at the same time thankful that he'd gotten rid of the annoying punks. A few even applauded Peter for his actions. <em>This </em>was the hard-nosed attitude Peter was famous for--the man who'd immediately take action against anyone who crossed him. And this little prick had just crossed him big-time by putting his hands on Amanda.<br><br>Walking back to Amanda, he stood on the opposite side of the bar and leaned towards her. "You ok, hon? Don't worry, they won't be back. Hey, Debbie!" He called over Amanda's waitress, who herself seemed quite impressed--and a bit nervous--following Peter's explosion. "Is her dinner ready yet?"<br><br>"It'll be a couple more minutes, sir," she said, to which Peter replied, "Alright, a couple more minutes--tell those boys in the kitchen to step on it!" Debbie immediately headed back to the kitchen to relay the order.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 10:01:26</strong>
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				When Peter came up and pulled the kid away she couldn't help but watch him at work. He was the type of man she'd always wanted to see from someone her age, but never found. So sure of himself, passionate, strong. She turned in the chair and like everyone else was staring at the whole thing. She knew that Peter could be a hard ass, but she hadn't seen it in action yet. <br><br>Amanda couldn't help but stare at him when he walked back behind the counter. "I'm fine...It's just annoying." she said as she picked at a breadstick, not really eating it at this point, more ripping it to pieces. When Debbie went to the back and Peter didn't leave she sighed. It was at that moment that the situation started to settle in... and the alcohol. Her hateful eyes suddenly became very watery. Amanda looked around and then at Peter. "Excuse me..." she said as she got up, leaving her things behind to show she'd be back. <br><br>Amanda almost ran to the bathroom, looking under all the stalls she saw no feet and leaned up against the wall crying. She curled up a bit, her dress riding up her legs as she hid her face in her knees. "I hate boys..." she whispered to herself as she dwelled her self pity. <br><br>She didn't come out for a while, her food had already been served. She dabbed the ends of her eyes and sniffled, clearly having redone her makeup, hiding the fact that she'd been crying. "Give me the strongest thing you have.." she said to the bartender as she cut a ravioli into a few pieces and ate it in small bites. 
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				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 17:31:36</strong>
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				Peter watched as Amanda suddenly teared up and ran off to the bathroom. It brought a frown of sadness--and anger--to his face. This wasn't fair. Amanda wasn't some celebrity. She wasn't a trashy reality show star. She was just a young woman trying to live a normal life. She didn't deserve to be hounded by boys looking for easy money--or an easy hookup.<br><br>When Debbie brought the food out, Peter had her set it on the bar where she had been sitting before. "Is she ok?" she asked Peter. "She looked pretty upset."<br><br>"She'll be ok," Peter replied. "Just... going through a bad time. Her dad passed away, and now she's got perverts left and right trying to get in her panties."<br><br>Peter finally saw her return and sit down to her dinner. He busied himself at one of the nearby computers, giving Amanda some much-needed privacy as she ate her dinner while at the same time keeping an eye out for any more "suitors" who might try to harass her. Fortunately, no other horny boys tried to make a move on her while she was eating.<br><br>He overheard her order a drink--specifically asking for their strongest alcohol that they had. Peter glanced over his shoulder as the bartender gave her a shot of scotch whiskey. Peter had already seen that she'd downed a good amount of tequila and it was starting to affect her. She clearly would be in no shape to drive home by herself, and the last thing Peter wanted was for this young woman to either be busted for DWI or kill herself in a wreck.<br><br>He walked over to her and leaned close to her from the other side of the bar. Speaking in a quiet voice, he said, "Honey, I don't know if you should be driving tonight... Why don't you stay the night at my place? I've got a guest bedroom. My shift is up in about 15 minutes; I'll give you a ride." He spoke in a very protective tone of voice, clearly concerned for her well-being, almost like a father would be for his daughter.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 19:04:49</strong>
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				When the shot was put in her spot she downed it within a second, making a face at how strong it was. "Another one." she said as she ate some more food. "Just keep them coming." She said as she cut the food into small bite sized pieces. Her head was feeling woozy but at this point getting drunk and forgetting the night seemed like the best option. When Peter got there she was given another shot and down that one, again making a face. <br><br>She looked at Peter, trying to focus on what he was saying. She knew that he was right, she was no longer in any shape to drive. He had done her a kindness, the least she could do was be kind to him. Slowly, she reached into her purse and gave him her keys. "Another please..." the bartender asked. He hadn't heard or seen peter so he already had a shot ready for her. Before placing it down he noticed his boss and then stopped himself. Amanda sighed. "I guess that's me being cut off." she said as she ate some more. "Can I get this in a to-go-box please?" she asked the waitress. <br><br>When all was said and done she waited for Peter, at this point not daring to get up. A lot of people left within those 15 minutes. The bartender gave her water, but she was still pretty drunk. Her body wasn't meant for Whiskey. Tequila, yeah sure, no problem. Not with Whiskey. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 21:53:55</strong>
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				Peter took Amanda's keys from her, nodding in approval at her decision. Just then, the bartender arrived with yet another shot; Peter gave him a subtle shake of the head, a silent message that she'd had enough.<br><br>"Sorry, honey," Peter said. "Don't want you ending up in the ER."<br><br>Debbie came back; Amanda asked her to put the food in a to-go container. "No problem," she said, heading to the back to retrieve one. Once she'd returned, she boxed up Amanda's food. She and Peter briefly talked, and it seemed she was equally worried about her condition. "I'm just letting her crash at my place," Peter said. "I know her; her dad used to work here. Rico Gonzales, remember him?"<br><br>"Rico?" Debbie asked. "Oh yeah! I remember him. He was always so nice to me--snippy with everyone else, but always so polite to me. Yeah, I started here just a few months before he passed away. Yeah, really nice guy..."<br><br>Peter nodded and smiled; he didn't want to stick around much longer, however. "Don't worry about the bill; her meal's on the house," he said to Debbie. He then picked up Amanda's box and took her by the arm to escort her out of the restaurant to his car. "Take it slow, honey," he said. "Need to use the restroom before we leave?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 21:59:00</strong>
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				Amanda overheard the conversation and looked at Debbie, up and down a little drunkenly so. "you're the debbie he wanted to ask out." she said. Peter then lifted her and she put most of her weight on him. "i'm fine..." she said as she walked with him to the car. "I really hate my life..." she started. The alcohol working it's magic on her. "I really miss my daddy, i've never met anyone like him. Except you... but you're not my daddy... so it's not the same." She started to slur once in the car. "Boys are so stupid... and then people like you wonder why i hate everyone..." she trailed off, soon passing out in his car. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 02:42:18</strong>
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				Debbie laughed in slight embarrassment at Amanda's remark. By this point, however, Peter was already helping her out of the restaurant and into his car.<br><br>Peter drove Amanda home (leaving her car in the parking lot for her to pick up the next day) and listened calmly as she bemoaned her situation. A far cry from his earlier demeanor towards the young punk in the restaurant, Peter was now very warm and sincere. "It's terrible losing a parent," he said. "I buried my father a few years ago. There's nothing that quite compares to losing a parent..." He gave her a kindly smile when she compared him to her dad.<br><br>"Well, you need to find a man--a real man. That'll keep the boys away from you." He glanced towards her; by this point the alcohol in her system had knocked her out. He drove the rest of the way in silence as she slept peacefully in the passenger seat.<br><br><br>Amanda would wake up a short while later in Peter's living room. When they'd gotten to his place, he'd actually carried her in his arms into the house and laid her down on the couch. As she rested on the couch, he bent down and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead; it wasn't a romantic kiss, rather, it was almost a kiss like a father would give his daughter.<br><br>Peter's house was clearly very upscale; its value had to be at least $500,000. The living room was very well-kept, with a comfortable couch and reclining chair, along with a 60" plasma-screen TV and a plush brown carpet with dark reddish wallpaper. When Amanda awoke, Peter had turned the TV to the news (keeping the volume low so as not to disturb her) and was sitting in the reclining chair, working leisurely at his laptop computer while smoking his pipe. The vanilla-scented aroma filled the room.<br><br>He glanced over at Amanda. "How are you doing, honey?" he asked with a smile, setting the laptop on a nearby end table and walking towards her. "Need any water? Aspirin? I've got whatever you need in my medicine cabinet--I think you need a good night's sleep more than anything."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 06:49:31</strong>
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				When Amanda finally woke up she had a slight headache. She'd forgotten about agreeing to going to Peter's place so as her mind came to she shot up fast looking around to see him. She sighed. Amanda rubbed her head a little bit groaning. She looked at her feet, her heels were off, she didn't see them but at this point she wasn't too concerned about this guy. Looking around she saw everything this guy had, he'd made a very good living for himself and she could see that. <br><br>Amanda sniffed and took in the vanilla scent and groaned a bit more. "i'll take it all..." she said, her eyes avoiding the light. The girl curled up on his couch, her skirt riding up her thighs some more. "i'm sorry i passed out on you... i must've been really out of it.." she said as she rubbed her eyes, smearing her makeup a bit. SHe looked at her hand. "Fuck.." she said. She'd developed a potty mouth after her father passed, he never let her curse. Wiping under her eyes to try and fix it she touched her hair, it was a little messy. "Where's your bathroom? i need to fix myself up..." she said as she got up. SHe was still a little dizzy and ended up on the floor. Groaning she hung her head. "I'll fucking crawl if i have to.." she said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 17:41:10</strong>
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				As a guy who could go on a profanity streak even without alcohol in him, Peter wasn't bothered by Amanda's dirty mouth. "The bathroom's right down the hallway here. Need some help?" Before he'd even finished his sentence, Amanda had collapsed to the floor, unable to even stand under her own power.<br><br>Peter got up and lifted her to her feet, then held his arm around her and guided her to the bathroom. "Take it slow... it's ok, honey," he whispered. He walked slowly and gently, holding his arm protectively around her waist. It took a little bit, but eventually Amanda was safely in the bathroom.<br><br>He pointed to a small hand-held mirror on the shelf in case she wanted to sit down and fix her makeup. Inside his medicine cabinet was some aspirin and Tylenol, along with antacids, sleeping pills (though with all the booze in her, she likely wouldn't need these), toothpaste, a toothbrush, and dental floss. Peter stepped out to give Amanda some privacy; "Call me if you need anything, ok?"<br><br>He was starting to feel very protective of Amanda, even moreso than he had with the guys harassing her. Even though she may have been a drunken mess, he felt better having Amanda here at his house tonight so he could keep watch over her and make sure she was ok.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 19:01:34</strong>
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				When he put his arms around her, Amanda couldn't help but blush. Telling her to take it slow, she wanted to tell him Duh, but instead she just nodded and held onto him. She was thankful for him to help her, otherwise she'd be in a ditch somewhere, or worse, at home alone and drunk with no one to help her. As he showed her where everything was she nodded, wanting him to get out so she could use the bathroom, she had a lot to drink. <br><br>As he left, she did her business then cleaned herself up. Rinsing her face with some fresh water, she scrubbed off all of her make up. It's not like it was a anymore than the average girl, but she really didn't need it. The only fault in her skin was the dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and the fact that her dark skin had some uneven-ness. Reaching around her eye she pulled out her contacts and put them in the carry case she had in her purse. She then pulled out her glasses and grabbed his to brush out the curls in her hair. Now it just look wavy, but not as messy from the sleeping. <br><br>Finally she took some pain killers. Looking at herself she looked like a sexy librarian and almost had to laugh. She walked out and slowly walked back, seeing her shoes by the door and then found Peter again. "I highly doubt you have clothes for women in here, so do you mind if I use one of your shirts to sleep in? This isn't a dress that's meant for that..." she said as she turned the corner. Not many people so her this naked much. By naked it wasn't her body, but it was the rest of her that wasn't always dolled up for people. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 22:14:42</strong>
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				When Amanda returned, she looked a bit better than she had earlier. She had no makeup, but no makeup was better than messy makeup. She was also wearing a classy pair of glasses and had brushed down her hair.<br><br>Peter, who'd returned to his chair to work on his computer a bit more, stood up and met her at the doorway. "I've got some white t-shirts upstairs in my closet," he said as he walked towards her. "They're a little large but they're clean at least." He stood close to her and put his hand on her shoulder.<br><br>"You look a little better," he said. "Hope you aren't planning on going out drinking again tomorrow night, though. I think you're gonna need a little time to recover from those shots." He chuckled and affectionately patted her on the shoulder. "Come on; I'll walk you upstairs to your bedroom..."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 22:40:26</strong>
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				"That's fine." Amanda said referring to his shirts being too big for her. She said as she followed him. She blushed as he touched her shoulder but said nothing. "My father used to put me on a limit when I drank... He said it wasn't lady like for me to get drunk." She laughed a bit. "I guess I'm not making him too proud." She smirked a bit, half joking. When he talked about her going out the next night she shrugged. "No one really cares if I go out or not." She said. "It's so lonely in my house. No one is there anymore..." She sighed. <br><br>Amanda shrugged off her emotions as they got to the room and she was handed a shirt. It was long and baggy, which would be good. Not really thinking, she faced away and started to pull her dress up, exposing her thighs, then her ass, her shapely hips, the small of her back, her bra(which had the clasp in the front), then her shoulders. She placed her dress on the chair near her and then looked down, from behind it looked like she was feeling up her bra, but within the next second there was a click and her bra loosened. She placed her white lace bra by her dress and grabbed his sHirt. She forgot that he was behind her, that was clear. Her black laced panties barely covered her ass, but as the shirt went on everything was covered again. The shirt stopped a few inches under her ass, still showing off her shapely legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 03:44:28</strong>
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				"Well, your dad was right," Peter said with a chuckle. "It's not ladylike to get drunk. But, then again, you're only human. Alcohol definitely can make you feel better--for a little bit at least."<br><br>He held his arm around Amanda's shoulders as they walked upstairs to the guest bedroom. It was a small and comfortable room with a bed, dresser, mirror and closet. "Here's your room," Peter said. "You can just let me know if you need anything..." He then noticed Amanda starting to undress. As any man might do, he watched silently for a few seconds, taking note of her very attractive body. Amanda was certainly gifted with good looks; it was perhaps not too surprising that she got so many guys making moves on her.<br><br>Suddenly realizing that if he kept staring at her naked body that he wasn't much better than those guys, Peter stepped out of the room and turned her back to Amanda, giving her some privacy.<br><br>Once he saw that she was finished dressing, Peter stepped back into the bedroom. "Like I was saying, you can just let me know if you need anything, ok?" He looked down at her and smiled, then rested his hands on her shoulders.<br><br>"By the way... I wanted to tell you something." He referenced something she'd said earlier while they were coming up the stairs. "Don't ever think that your dad isn't proud of you--you could have ended up with one of those loser guys and probably been pregnant right now. But you're strong, and you didn't let that happen. And I know for a fact that your father's looking down at you, and he's very proud of you."<br><br>His strong hands resting on her shoulders, Peter looked down at her with a warm and tender smile; by the expression on his face, it was clear that he meant every word of what he'd just said.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 04:45:50</strong>
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				Amanda "Yeah well, no one stops me from drinking, so I don't give a fuck." She chuckled. She looked at him and sighed for a second, a headache still there, not all the medication wasn't sunken in yet to take the pain for the hangover away. she looked at him. "That's sweet, but, I don't really ask people for help." She smiled lightly. THat was 100% sure, she didn't like to ask for help because that her father told her that it would be something that a person could and would hold against her. <br><br>When he put his hands on her shoulders and started to tell her that her father would be proud of her Amanda started to tear up. She didn't have a single person to tell her that, so she never heard anyone tell her what she was thinking wasn't true. At this point it wasn't the whiskey, it was her emotions. Crying she leaned against him, hugging him as she cried in his arms. "Thank you." she said between sobs. "Please hold me..." she asked him. That mean, bratty girl that he'd encountered the week before was gone, now it was a daddy's little girl who missed having a man like him around. "Please?" she asked him when he wasn't holding her yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 05:06:34</strong>
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				Amanda sunk into Peter's arms and began crying. Peter knew now that this was the real Amanda. The real Amanda hadn't been the hard-nosed brat who'd blown him off the week before. The real Amanda was here--a pained, hurting young woman who had lost probably the only man who'd ever truly loved her, and was scared and alone in a cruel and heartless world. And in need of someone to take care of her.<br><br>She was pleading with him to hold her. Peter was more than happy to take her into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her body and held her tight, gently rocking her back and forth as his body heat flowed into her. He didn't say anything at first, simply continuing to embrace her protectively.<br><br>He continued to hold her for what seemed like an eternity. What surprised Peter slightly was that, even though he was trying to comfort her, he was actually finding himself comforted as well. He suddenly realized that this was something he'd been missing from his life for several years--he was divorced, and his kids (including his own daughter about Amanda's age) were in college several miles away.<br><br>He had missed the feeling of loving someone.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 05:13:37</strong>
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				Amanda cried in his arms for a while, when she finally was calm she wiped her face. "I'm sorry..." she said, clearly embarrassed. "I'm a silly girl..." she said as she sniffled a bit, unable to look at him. She looked at the floor, mainly her bare feet. The girl took a few steps back, her walls started to form again by the way that she was trying to clear her throat. "I shouldn't have done that." She said right before she she started to turn away. <br><br>Amanda hadn't let anyone in that wasn't her father, she missed having someone like him around, but at the same time the girl wasn't going to get her hopes up. She stopped herself. She stood at the doorway and took in a deep breath. "Thank you..." she said, still unable to look at him. "I hadn't don't that in a long time." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 05:39:44</strong>
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				They hugged for a short while longer, then Amanda stepped back to recompose herself. She seemed embarrassed over her breakdown, but Peter was very understanding. "Sometimes you just have to let it all out," he said.<br><br>She remarked that she hadn't done something like this in a long time. Peter looked down at the floor himself, a bit of sadness crossing over his face. "Neither have I," he said. "Not since my divorce... and not since my kids moved out."<br><br>He was about to walk over to Amanda and kiss her, just a simply peck on the cheek, but decided otherwise for fear of making her more uncomfortable than she already was. "Well, I'm just going to be downstairs a little while more... If you need anything, just come get me. I'll either be downstairs, or my bedroom's the last door on the left down the hall."<br><br>He smiled at Amanda, still showing a slight bit of pain in his face. "Goodnight, hon," he said, stepping out of the room.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 06:04:37</strong>
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				Amanda looked back at him, she knew that he was about to step closer, but when he didn't she just looked at him. She tilted her head, wondering why he wasn't stepping near her again. She didn't say anything and went to her room. Laying down the bed was so comfortable, but she just couldn't get herself to sleep. <br><br>Amanda slowly got out of bed and paced around the floor for a bit. She really didn't know much of his house, just the study, the bathroom, her room and his room. Slowly she tiptoed to his room and tapped on the door, when he didn't answer back she took a second. She was about to go back to her room but ended up stopping. She turned back and slowly turned the door knob. <br><br>Walking in in the dark, she couldn't see much, however, she did see the bed. With light footsteps she walked over to the bed and sat on the floor next to it. Leaning against his bed she listened to Peter's breathing and closed her eyes. She never slept in the same room with her father, but hearing Peter's breathing was a comfort to her. So much so that she ended up falling asleep in the curled position by his bed on the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>24-08-2013, 01:10:32</strong>
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				At some point in the middle of the night, Peter woke up realizing he had to use the bathroom. He slowly sat up and was about to put his feet on the floor when he saw something sitting against his bed.<br><br>It was Amanda.<br><br>Peter was flattered--and also a little surprised. She had obviously come into his bedroom for a reason; perhaps she wanted to be closer to him. He softly rolled out of bed on the opposite side and glanced down at her with a smile. She looked so peaceful, so innocent.<br><br>So beautiful.<br><br>Silently walking out of the bedroom, he went into the bathroom and did his business. When he returned to the bedroom, he looked down at Amanda. Even though she was sound asleep, he didn't want to leave her sleeping on the floor the entire rest of the night. But where would she want to sleep? It seemed that she wanted to sleep in his bedroom, in his presence. Plus, the alcohol had left her so groggy that Peter really didn't want to wake her.<br><br>He was a bit reluctant about what to do next. He figured she'd be most comfortable in his bed with him--but at the same time, he wasn't sure just how she'd react to it. She had a lot of trust in him, and Peter didn't want her to all of a sudden think he just was out to sleep with her. Fortunately, however, Peter's bed was a king-size--the two could share a bed this size together safely, without even having physical contact with one another.<br><br>He pulled the covers back, then slowly and gently picked Amanda up from the floor and laid her down on the bed. He then covered her up with the blankets. He then slipped into bed himself, on the opposite side. He gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead, then turned over so his back was to her and fell asleep.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>24-08-2013, 07:42:03</strong>
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				Amanda felt some movement, but wasn't really coherent to it as she was finally comfortable. <br><br>When Amanda finally did waken she stretched out a bit, groaning from the hangover. It wasn't ask bad as it could've been, but she still had the headache. She rubbed her head and sat up, rubbing her eyes some before she really opened them. Keeping the blankets over her she looked around to see Peter still asleep. She looked around. "Oh yeah..." she whispered. She'd forgotten that she walked all the way to his room. She looked back at him again and then sat back, leaning against the head board. Amanda watched him sleeping for a while and then finally decided to lay pull on his arm, trying to not wake up, but to make him lay down on his back. When he finally was Amanda cuddled up next to him and smiled as she closed her eyes. Her arms wrapped around his as she smiled. "Thank you.." she whispered. She was thankful for Peter. He was being very nice to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>24-08-2013, 15:16:50</strong>
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				Peter faintly felt something moving against him in the night. When he woke up, he saw that Amanda had rolled him over and snuggled herself beside him.<br><br>He smiled, feeling genuinely touched. And to think, he'd been so worried that Amanda would feel uncomfortable sharing a bed with him--it turned up, she was perfectly comfortable sleeping beside him.<br><br>Turning slowly, he rolled to the side so he was now facing her. With his one arm already underneath her neck, he wrapped his other muscular arm--which was nicely exposed thanks to the sleeveless t-shirt he wore to bed--around her shoulders and pulled her close to him, holding her in a warm embrace just as he had right before she'd gone to bed, when she'd broken down to him and begged him to hold her.<br><br>Just like before, feeling Amanda close to him felt wonderful. It brought back that fond feeling of pride and comfort, feeling someone he loved snuggled up in his protective grip. Amanda was safe in his arms. No man would ever hurt her so long as he was able to hold her.<br><br>He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek--just barely missing her lips--and drifted back to sleep.<br><br>When he woke up again, it was about 7:00. His eyes fluttered open and saw Amanda still lying peacefully beside him. He couldn't tell if she was still asleep or not. Peter leaned in and gave her another gentle kiss, this time on the forehead.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>24-08-2013, 18:29:07</strong>
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				Amanda felt Peter holding her in her sleep, her father used to hug her this way. She smiled a little bit, but not enough to be noticed. She hadn't felt this safe since her father passed, she hadn't felt this loved either. Something in her was starting to spark. She didn't just see this man as her protector now... she saw him as something more. There was potential, that was for sure. <br><br>When he gave her cheek a kiss close to her lips Amanda's heart pounded. She was a little nervous, but when he missed she was a little sad. Amanda had boyfriends before, but if her father didn't approve of them she'd dump them on the spot. There was one boy in particular where she'd introduced and her father was indifferent, so they dated for a long time, and had become very sexually intimate, however, when he itched about how much time she spent with her dad and how if they were to get married he'd wanna move away Amanda broke up with him. <br><br>When he woke up again at 7:00 Amanda was fully able to wake up this time. When he kissed her forehead again she smiled. "My father used to do that..." she said as she opened her eyes and looked at him. She was blushed. "I'm sorry I snuck in here, i don't remember walked out of the room you put me in, but i remember feeling lonely..." she admitted. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>24-08-2013, 21:38:43</strong>
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				Peter smiled warmly at Amanda as they laid in bed together. The two of them greatly enjoyed the closeness with one another, and in Peter's eyes it felt perfectly natural that they were in bed together. He began to regret that he'd ever felt any kind of hesitation in the first place.<br><br>"I used to kiss my daughter like that, too," he said. He kissed her on the forehead again. "She's in college now; can't do that anymore."<br><br>As she apologized for sneaking into his room, Peter put his finger onto her lips. "Shhh..." he whispered gently. He then gently rested his hand on her cheek. "There's no need at all to apologize, honey. You're more than welcome here. In fact, anytime you want to stop over here to visit, just feel free to come on over."<br><br>Her gradually-reddening face looked so sweet and innocent. Peter couldn't help but kiss her again. His lips again just barely missed hers.<br><br>"How are you feeling?" he asked. "You look a lot better than you did last night. Would you like to get up and have some breakfast?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 10:06:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda smiled back at him. She didn't break eye contact with him much, only to blink really. "I bet she's a very smart young lady." she smiled. "I sometimes wish I'd gone to college for something other than business, but i have my bachelors in it. I was going to take over the business, years from now..." she slightly frowned a bit. "But since my fathers will wasn't updated it went to my uncle, who wanted it i guess." she shrugged. "Maybe I'll open my own." she joked. <br><br>Amanda blushed when he stopped her from apologizing, the way he touched her lips was soft and warm. When he kissed her, her heart was pounding, a little disappointed again that he wasn't making any real moves. It was at this point that she realized that he didn't see her the way she was starting to see him, he only saw her like his daughter. She gulped a bit as she came to this idea. <br><br>"uh...I'm feeling a lot better... thank you." she said, just above a whisper. "Breakfast sounds great..." she added as she sad up, pulling herself away from his as she fixed his shirt that she was wearing and stood up, going to the bathroom and taking care of herself. <br><br>Once out, Amanda found Peter and fiddled with her fingers, unsure of what to do or say. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 17:46:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In some ways, Peter saw Amanda as the daughter he'd never had. He cared about her, he was protective of her, he didn't want to see any harm come to her. And he loved the fact that she was coming to him when she needed him.<br><br>But, in other ways, he was starting to have very real feelings for her--feelings far more than a man would have for his daughter. He was still somewhat reluctant about actually making a move on her; after all, this was the first time they'd spent any real time together. But after they'd slept together in the same bed, Peter was starting to realize that he was developing a genuine attraction towards her--and he was fairly certain that she was feeling the same way.<br><br>He went to the downstairs bathroom and grabbed a quick shower, brushed his teeth, then changed into a button-down flannel shirt and khaki pants before going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As he cooked the scrambled eggs and pancakes on the stove, he heard Amanda come down into the kitchen.<br><br>He smiled at her before going back to his cooking. As he stepped back from the stove, he noticed her back was now turned to him and she was standing at the window. He took a brief moment to look her over silently, taking in the shapely legs and barely-covered buttocks. He slowly walked over towards her.<br><br>"You should stop over for dinner tonight if you want," he said. "I'm not working today, so if you're free I'd be happy to have you over..."<br><br>As he spoke, he approached her, steadily moving closer, until his arms were around her waist. His lips began kissing her on the side of the neck, eventually reaching her cheek--and eventually landing directly on her lips. As he held her close, an erection began to swell up within his pants...<br><br>Any reluctance Peter had about showing his love for Amanda was now gone. He was now all over her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 18:43:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda found Peter by following her nose. The food smelled so good. As she walked into the kitchen and smiled at him, but continued on to the window to see the view he had. Her hair was brushed, her face was washed, she'd brushed her teeth, the only thing she didn't do was change into her dress again. <br><br>The view he had was great. He had a big green backyard that was a garden. There were beautiful flowers, many many colors and- his words interrupted her looking outside. She did stare out there, but she wasn't paying attention. "Yeah, dinner sounds nice. I should probably go home and change after we eat, I only have that dress. She said as she continued to blankly stare out the window. <br><br>When he started to wrap his arms around her her heart raced even faster than before. Her head tilted to the side as he kissed her neck and leaned back against him. She could feel his lips moving around her neck. Amanda bit her lip, her neck was a weak spot for her. It always got her hot and bothered. When he finally reached her lips she didn't pull back, she in fact kissed him back. <em>FINALLY!</em> She thought as her body turned to face him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her breasts pressed up against his chest, and she was on her tiptoes to reach him. A small slight moan left her lips. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 18:57:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was as if a floodgate of sexual energy had suddenly burst. When Amanda turned to Peter and wrapped her arms around him, he kissed her passionately on the lips, his hands moving all over her body. He squeezed at her hips. He pulled her close to him by the shoulders. Eventually, his hands lifted her shirt up and were soon fondling her bare ass.<br><br>His mouth was rabidly smooching at Amanda's neck as he felt her body heat rising. His, in turn, warmed up rapidly as well. "Mmm... please..." he whispered as he started undoing his fly. "I... I've gotta make love to you..."<br><br>Holding his arm around Amanda, he unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. Soon enough, his pants and underwear came down and his erect cock stuck out, pointed directly at the sweet spot between Amanda's legs.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 19:07:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda felt him coming out of his shell with her. As she was with him. By the way he was reacting to her movements she could tell that neither of them had gotten any in a while. His passion was strong, his hands were rough, all of it making her pant. When he grabbed her ass her brown skin turned pink from blushing. Again she moaned. <br><br>Moaning even more as he kissed her neck, her nipples got harder. She was officially turned on. As he spoke her heart almost jump out of her chest. "You're a man, take what you want..." it wasn't an order, she seemed almost to be begging. The strong-bossy person he'd met was a front. Amanda was actually the sort of girl that wanted to serve her man. To submit to him. <br><br>She looked down when she started to hear the zipper come down, then saw his member pop out towards her. She gulped and looked up at him, she was still blushing. "Please... take what you want..." she gulped one more time. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 21:04:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Any sort of defensive behavior by Amanda, any sort of restraint by Peter, was now completely gone. They both wanted each other, and they wanted each other badly.<br><br>Amanda pleaded with Peter to take her--she completely submitted herself to him in a way he'd never expected. And he was more than happy to take advantage of it.<br><br>He backed Amanda up against the counter and pushed her legs apart. He then slipped his cock inside her... and began fucking her madly.<br><br>Holding his arms tightly around her to keep her steady, he thrust back and forth, up and down, pounding away at Amanda's tender pussy. His loving and kind expression was gone; in its place was a look of determination and lust. It had indeed been years since Peter had made love, and it had been something he'd sorely missed. There was nothing quite like the feeling of a beautiful woman begging him to take her as he pleased.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>26-08-2013, 04:51:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Amanda felt Peter pulling her to the counter she didn't resist. She followed. Feeling him press her legs open as he sat on her the counter she smiled. The was very strong. As he moved her panties away and invaded her long abandoned sex she moaned loudly. The muscles stretched to his cock, she was very tight. As he moved faster in her she quickly started to get loud. Her hands gripped his shirt, she panted and moaned at once, her whole body was trembling to his will.<br><br>Amanda only pulled her upper body away from him to pull off his button-up shirt that she was wearing. Her naked body exposed to him. She was blushing even more. She then leaned back in and hugged him as he fucked her. Her lips locked onto his, moans muffled by the kissing. She started to move against him to give him even better pleasure. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>26-08-2013, 21:12:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda's inner muscles squeezed and stimulated Peter's manhood; he responded by fucking her harder and more aggressively. He was ravaging her like a man possessed, his lips and teeth finding their way all up and down her neck and upper body as his cock drilled harder into her tender spot.<br><br>As Amanda gripped him tightly, the two began kissing passionately, their moans and cries of delight muffled by each others' lips. Peter's hands wrapped around her body, running his fingers through her hair and up her back. She felt so good. She tasted so good. Peter had forgotten just how wonderful it felt to be holding a beautiful woman in his arms.<br><br>Holding her steady as he continued backing her up against the counter, his thrusts became more forceful. He was about to reach climax. "Come on... here it comes..." he panted. His manhood suddenly erupted inside Amanda as he let out a moan of jubilation.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>27-08-2013, 00:12:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda loved how he wasn't being all soft on her. She loved that he could be rough. She felt him making hickey after hickey on her neck, marking her as his property. She didn't stop him in the animalistic behavior. She loved it in fact. SHe moaned louder and high pitched the harder he made love to her. It was quickly becoming a fucking. By this point the food was burning, neither of them really cared it seemed. "pull my hair a bit please..' she begged him as she broke the kiss, only for a second. <br><br>She felt him getting close, she felt the twitch starting. Amanda felt him cumming in her and something snapped in her. Her body started to spasm as she thrusted against him, her moans becoming screams of pleasure, echoing in the house as she came on him. Her nipples were hard against his shirt, her pussy was wet but even tighter as she came. Her back arched and legs wrapped around him as she gave him her body. Everything. "Oh god... NAH!" she screamed out. Those were really all the words she could get out of her mouth. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>27-08-2013, 02:34:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Not surprisingly, Peter was too preoccupied with Amanda at the moment to worry about the cooking; as a result, the eggs and pancakes were soon smoldering on the stove. It wasn't of any concern to Peter.<br><br>He grabbed hold of the back of Amanda's hair and started aggressively pulling at it, bending her backwards over the counter. His lips remained locked onto hers as he did so. It was surely not a very comfortable position but at the moment it didn't matter.<br><br>They reached climax almost at the same time, Amanda wrapping her legs around his body as she did so. Peter held her up as he came inside her, their simultaneous screams filling the house. Feeling his strength leaving his body, Peter soon laid Amanda on the floor gently, lying on top of her as he did so.<br><br>Even though they'd reached climax, Peter wasn't done yet. His body pinning his woman to the white tiled floor, Peter kissed her some more on the lips before putting his mouth over her breast and lovingly smooching all over the hard nipple. His hands continued to run their way through her hair, giving it occasional pulls here and there. "Ooh yeah, come on, scream for me... scream for me some more..." he moaned. His cock gradually shrank down to its normal size as he held it inside of her. Their cum dripped to the floor.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>27-08-2013, 02:44:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he pulled her hair Amanda moaned out in even more pleasure. As she felt him cum in her some more she only thrusted against him, panting, trying to catch her breath as she moaned out in pleasure. She soon felt the coolness of the floor on her back, looking up to see the ceiling, she didn't realize that he'd placed them on the floor. She panted, thinking that the old man was finished, but when he pinned her down she kissed him back, sighing happily as he kissed at her nipples. As she started to come down from the high of the orgasm she looked at him. <br><br>Amanda blushed now, finally realizing what they'd just done. She wasn't sure what this meant, but she didn't hate it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 04:01:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly Peter began to regain his senses and come back into the real world. He continued to lay on top of Amanda, taking his lips away from her breast and looking into her eyes as his cock slipped its way out of her. What had just happened began to sink in--and Peter was a bit surprised when he realized he had no regrets about it whatsoever.<br><br>He'd just had sex with a woman half his age, a woman he'd known for maybe a week. And... it felt wonderful.<br><br>Smiling down at Amanda, Peter stood up and took her hand to help her off the floor. "That was... that was amazing," he said admiringly. "I can't tell you how much I've missed that."<br><br>He pulled his pants back up again, then took her into his arms and gave her another kiss. Indeed, it was amazing--and Peter knew it wouldn't be the last time.<br><br>He suddenly noticed the foul odor of burning food--breakfast was a complete loss. But Peter wasn't bothered by it; he simply laughed it off. "How about we go out for breakfast today?" he asked as he walked to the stove and cleaned up the charred food.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 04:08:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Peter helped her up she smiled, now looking for her panties. Her legs were shaky and she felt sore but that didn't matter to her. She looked at him as he was putting his clothes back on, she blushed a bit. She'd just had a man that was her fathers old employer, a man that was twice her age, fuck her brains out. And even worse, she loved it. She looked at the food and giggled with him. "Yeha, why don't we go to IHOP or something?" she asked him. She was in the mood for buttermilk pancakes. <br><br>Amanda walked out of the kitchen and to the room where her dress was. She wanted to be in more relaxing clothes but she didn't have anything else with her. After putting the dress on she grabbed her heels at the door and waited for Peter. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 04:33:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"IHOP sounds good," Peter said. "I'll be right with you..." He got ready, then stood at the door waiting for Amanda.<br><br>"A little dressed up for breakfast at IHOP," he remarked with a chuckle as Amanda came in wearing her sultry dress from the night before. "Just kidding; you're beautiful, baby..." He gave her another kiss on the lips, then held his arm out for her to gentlemanly escort her to the car. He even opened the door for her; one of the perks about being older was that he knew how to treat a lady.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 04:55:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda looked at herself. "It's all i had." she said as she blushed and then realized he was joking. WHen he kissed her and called her baby she smiled and wrapped her arm around his. When he opened the car door for her it was a turn on. No man besides her father did that for her. She sat in, her dress riding up a bit as she made herself comfortable. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 15:01:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The drive to IHOP was fairly quiet, with the pair exchanging some small talk and some light flirting. Peter couldn't resist reaching towards Amanda and touching her on the thighs below her dress.<br><br>The casual conversation and flirting continued once they were at the restaurant and throughout their meal. Peter seemed like he could barely take his eyes off of Amanda. And indeed, she did look lovely, showing little sign of the hangover from the night before or of the passionate lovemaking they'd had earlier that morning.<br><br>At one point, out of the clear blue, Peter asked Amanda, "You know, I'm a bit curious... what kind of things do you look for in a guy? What's a perfect man in your eyes?" It would seem that, now that they were lovers, Amanda <em>had </em>found her perfect man; Peter, however, was curious as to what else she looked for. It seemed that maybe, just maybe, he was looking for a relationship that was far more serious, and far more than "just" sex.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 19:49:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda loved when he'd graze her thighs with his fingers, but she wasn't going to tell him that. She felt like being a bit of a tease with him. As they were driving and he asked his question she looked at him. "Uh,... well I prefer for them to be mature, gentlemanly, NOT know that i have money, usually i don't really look for anyone to be honest. My dad raised me to be pick..." she admitted. "There was one guy, but when i didn't put out and leave my dad he kicked me to the curb." she explained. As they walked into the IHOP plenty of boys were looking at her, but she didn't even seen to notice. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 21:17:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your dad was a smart guy," Peter said. "You have to be picky--last thing you'd want is to 'settle' for some guy who's going to just marry you for money and leave you stuck with two kids living on welfare."<br><br>Amanda turned plenty of heads when the two walked into IHOP, but there weren't any young, horny guys looking to make a move on her--not with Peter walking beside her with a protective arm over her shoulders, at least. Not only was Peter her lover, but he was also a decent bodyguard. Any guy who wanted to make a move on Amanda with this tall and muscular man at her side would have had to be either desperate or a fool.<br><br>The pair sat in a booth towards the back of the restaurant, a comfortable spot that gave them fairly good privacy. Peter decided to order a breakfast sampler and some coffee. "Just so you know," he said, "this is my treat--I've got the bill."<br><br>As Amanda looked over her menu, he slipped his shoe off beneath the table and began stroking her leg flirtatiously with his foot.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>29-08-2013, 06:45:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda shrugged. "At this point i don't think marriage is in the cards for me. It's no socially acceptable to be married to a man that is twice my age, but i refuse to marry a boy. However, it's acceptable to be someone's mistress." She said as she played with her fork. Just then the waitress came up to take her order, she wasn't ready before. "i'll have the pancake special." she said as she looked at her. "Can i also get a tall milk please. skim if you have it." she said as she looked back at Peter. "Anyway, my kids wouldn't ever be on welfare... I have enough money." she continued on. <br><br>She looked at him. He was one of the few people who ever offered to pay. she blushed a bit. This simple thing was very meaningful to her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>30-08-2013, 03:34:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter nodded when Amanda discussed marriage. It was unfortunate, but a marriage between a man his age and a woman her age probably would, at the very least, draw some odd looks. Some would think of him as a cradle-robber. Others would think of her as a gold-digger (despite the fact that she had a sizable amount of money herself).<br><br>Hearing her say that being a mistress would be acceptable brought a slight eyebrow raise out of Peter; he'd never thought that a woman would actually be ok with that title--but then again, since Peter wasn't married, their relationship wouldn't really be considered that scandalous. "I think 'lover' would be a better word," he said, his face filling with a glowing smile as he reached out and took her hand. It meant a lot to Peter that Amanda seemed comfortable with the two of them having a relationship--even if it wasn't as husband and wife.<br><br>Their food arrived a short while later. Peter took a large bite out of his pancake, followed by a sip of his coffee. "I'm not sure if I'm ever going to get married again," he said. "The divorce... well, it took a lot out of me. Not financially; we had a pre-nup. But emotionally." He paused and took another sip of coffee. "But then again, a part of me would like to tie the knot again--or at least be in some sort of committed relationship again. It's hard being in a big house all by yourself... without someone to talk to, someone to ask how your day was, someone to rub your shoulders while you're relaxing in your chair..."<br><br>He again looked at Amanda and smiled before going back to his meal.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>30-08-2013, 04:48:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda looked at him as he spoke. "I'm sorry about that by the way, the divorce I mean." She said as she sipped on some water. "Lover is a good word, though i'm sure some people will think that you are my father or something." she joked. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to try being with this man, dating him, loving him, kissing him... she blushed. As the food arrived she looked at him and started to eat. "Well. I mean you don't have to be married to live together right?" She asked him. She then realized he might be a little old fashioned and looked down. "Nevermind." She said, trying to be a little more proper. She started with her pancakes. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>30-08-2013, 22:03:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Though Peter had a few (or rather, many) years on Amanda, he wasn't necessarily old-fashioned. "Of course you don't have to be married to live together," he said casually as he continued eating his pancakes. "My former wife and I lived together for a year before we got married. Actually, maybe we should have lived together a bit longer..."<br><br>An idea suddenly flashed through his mind. What would it be like if he and Amanda lived together? He certainly wouldn't be lonely anymore, and she'd have that protective, loving man that she'd always wanted. He kept silent about it, deciding to see just where their relationship went before pitching that idea to her.<br><br>For most of the rest of their meal, the two traded light small talk. After they finished, Peter paid the bill, then stood up and wrapped his arm around Amanda. "So... how about we go pick up your car? You've gotta get ready for our dinner date tonight, right?" He leaned in and winked at her.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>30-08-2013, 22:13:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda could see his wheels turning, but said nothing. After they were done she laughed. "I almost forgot about my car." she admitted. There were the same people turning heads, and this time she noticed. Even the women were looking at them. She blushed a bit and just walked out with him. <br><br>Once she was home she dropped her keys on the table and sighed. It was quiet in her place. She sat there for a moment and looked around. THinking about what happened within the passed few weeks with this man. She smiled a bit and then got up and took a shower. As the day went on she spent her time making herself pretty for him. She curled her hair for him, put on a nice little black dress, 4 inch black heels and did her make up. <br><br>After driving to his place she parked her car in his lot and knocked on his door. She hoped she looked sexy to him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>31-08-2013, 02:49:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After dropping Amanda off at the restaurant to pick up her car, Peter returned home and spent most of the day relaxing and doing some yardwork--all the while thinking about his upcoming date with Amanda.<br><br>He took a shower, then went to his bedroom to get ready. Peter wanted to do his best to impress her, so he went all-out with his wardrobe, dressing up in a slick black suit with a classy white silk shirt and red necktie, along with 24-karat gold cufflinks and polished brown leather shoes. He also dabbed on some cologne and neatly combed his hair. It was clear that Peter was in a class far ahead of most of the degenerates who tried their luck with Amanda.<br><br>Midway through cooking dinner, he heard a knock on the door. Smiling, he stepped away from the stove and went to the foyer to greet his guest.<br><br>He opened the door and saw Amanda standing outside, looking beautiful as ever in her curled hair and classy black dress. "Good evening, my darling!" he said, taking her by the hand and leading her inside. He closed the door behind her and took her into his arms, giving her a sweet kiss on the lips. "You're looking as lovely as ever," he said in a genuinely admiring voice, lifting her arm up for her to twirl for him and show off her dress.<br><br>Deciding not to risk burning a second meal in his date's presence, Peter put his arm around Amanda and led her down the hallway. Pointing towards the nearby living room, he said, "Feel free to watch some TV if you want; dinner should be ready in about 10 minutes."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>31-08-2013, 10:46:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda smiled as the door opened. She was impressed with his looks. As she walked in and kissed his lips she held him a little closer. "You don't look too bad yourself Old Man." she teased him as she spun around for him. As he lead her to the room she couldn't help but comment on the smell. "That smells great, what are you making?" She asked him, a cute smile on her face as she batted her eye lashes at him. <br><br>once in the living room she nodded at him and smiled, giving him one more kiss before he left her in the room. Amanda walked over to the couch and made herself comfortable. Turning on the tv she looked around. One thing she liked about this guy was that he wasn't after her money. He was just after her. Amanda turned the tv onto a cooking channel, watching as she hugged a pillow to her and watched as the cooking continued on on the television. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>31-08-2013, 22:22:46</strong>
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				"Marinated grilled chicken and lasagna," Peter said. "Hopefully it'll be just as good as it smells."<br><br>As Amanda watched TV in the living room, Peter finished up with the cooking about ten minutes later and set the table in the nearby dining room. While in the dining room, he lit a single candle in the center of the small table and turned down the lights on the overhead chandelier. The setting was perfect.<br><br>He then walked into the living room, sneaking up silently behind Amanda and gently resting his hands on her face before bending her head upward and kissing her. Looking down at her upside-down face with a wide smile, he said, "Dinner is served, my dear. What will you be having to drink?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>02-09-2013, 05:56:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda licked her lips. "That sounds amazing." she smiled at him. <br><br>When he snuck up on her, Amanda, almost jumped. She giggled at him and then kissed him back. She blushed a bit. She was starting to really fall for this guy. A lot more than she'd ever liked anyone. She stood up and walked with him tot he dining room. "Water is fine." she smiled at him as she sat down in the chair. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>02-09-2013, 22:44:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter led Amanda into the dining room and let her take a seat. He then went to get some water for himself and for her. Even though she had clearly recovered from her hangover the night before--and he didn't have anything stronger than wine in the house--it seemed they both figured water would be far safer than alcohol.<br><br>Setting Amanda's glass of water in front of her, Peter set his own down on the table, then sat down across from her. They then began eating, trading casual small talk as they did so. "How's the chicken?" Peter asked. "First time I've used this recipe in a while. Thought I'd save it for a special occasion." He flirtatiously winked at Amanda.<br><br>Glancing at her in the dim candlelight, Peter couldn't help but take in Amanda's beautiful appearance. "You know, you look so good tonight," he said in a genuinely complimentary voice. "Seriously, you do. I'm kind of glad we decided to stay here tonight--I damn sure ain't about to let any loser punks get near you." He gave her a kind--and perhaps somewhat sly--smile. "I'm glad you're all mine, baby."<br><br>It was the first time he'd really expressed a desire for a real relationship with Amanda. In fact, it was the first time he'd acknowledged that they were <em>in </em>a relationship. He didn't seem at all uncomfortable discussing it--he actually seemed very proud of it.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>03-09-2013, 02:57:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The casual talk they had, as simple as it seemed, was great to Amanda. She'd never just talked with a male before. He wasn't talking about how great he was, or asking her for money, nothing. It was a nice change. When he stared at her, she was in mid bite. So wondered if she had something on her face. Talking about her beauty made her blush and smile. She knew that he meant it. he wasn't just blowing smoke up her ass. She felt so safe with him. They he talked about other men, in her eyes, this man was the only man she'd be with. It was when he claimed her that she paused in her chewing and looked away. <br><br>She wasn't expecting him to be so blunt about it. She didn't hate it. She was just... scared of it. Part of her was okay with being his trophy wife idea, but the other part wondered, what would happen when he came to his senses and left her?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>03-09-2013, 04:46:14</strong>
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				It seemed that Amanda was a little uncomfortable with Peter so boldly saying she was all his. Peter frowned slightly, hoping that he hadn't made her uncomfortable. He then went back to eating.<br><br>Deep down, Peter did want a serious relationship. He was already having feelings for Amanda, feelings that he'd only previously had when he'd been dating the woman who was now his former wife. In fact, in a lot of ways, his feelings for Amanda were even stronger than the feelings he'd had for his ex so many years ago. It didn't matter that Amanda was so much younger than him--their age difference, in Peter's view, actually strengthened his feelings for her, bringing out a protective, nurturing nature. He had loved the feeling of her snuggling beside him the night before, hearing her plead for him to hold her. As wonderful as the sex had been, knowing that she needed him and wanted his comforting was special in itself.<br><br>Peter asked a few more idle questions while they ate, namely about things Amanda enjoyed in her spare time, parks she enjoyed visiting, and what she planned to do in the future. He decided to keep the talk away from their relationship... at least until she wanted to discuss it.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>03-09-2013, 05:20:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda looked at Peter, clearly she had something on her mind. she answered his questions she liked to read, paint, write, she loved to go hiking, museums and more. After a while, she looked at him and cleared her throat. "Can i move in?" she asked. Her face was very serious at this point. She was still chewing when she asked this. 'I don't have to stay in your room or anything, but you want a relationship, and i hate to be alone. We both win." at this point, she was blushing. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>03-09-2013, 05:33:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The conversation drifted to more comfortable and casual territory. Peter, it turned out, was an occasional hiker as well, in addition to being a huge museum buff. "I love the history museum," he said. "I bought a membership there a few years ago."<br><br>Suddenly, out of nowhere, Amanda asked if she could move in with him.<br><br>Peter's eyebrows went up slightly as she explained her reasoning. It was true--they both wanted someone in their lives. But actually moving in together... this would be a major commitment. A major change for the both of them. Two people who hadn't known each other for even two weeks... all of a sudden living together?<br><br>Under normal circumstances, he would have put the brakes on this--but he could already tell that, with his relationship with Amanda, this was anything but normal circumstances.<br><br>His face filled with a warm smile as he set down his fork. Reaching across the table with both hands, he took both of Amanda's.<br><br>"Absolutely," he said. "I would love for you to move in."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>03-09-2013, 08:46:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				SHe could see his face when she asked him about it. She wondered what he was thinking. She knew it wasn't a proper question to ask, she knew it was too soon to ask. But it came out of her mouth before she could really stop it. When he said yes she stared at him for a moment, smiled and then kissed his hand. "I really want to try this... us... it's different, and i know what i said at dinner, but i realized... I don't give a flying fuck what anything thinks of me.' she smiled at him. She pulled one hand away and continued to eat. "This was really good by the way..." she said. When she was done she got up and took his plate, as well as hers, and took them to the sink to start to clean. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>04-09-2013, 01:58:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing Amanda so boldly declare that she didn't care what anyone thought of her brought a smile to Peter's face. She was absolutely right--who cared if they lived together? They were both single. Plus, Amanda was a legal adult--she wasn't a kid fresh out of high school. "You know what? I don't give a flying fuck what anyone thinks, either," Peter said, speaking in that old strong, confident voice. It seemed that he was very much happy with this upcoming new living arrangement.<br><br>He got up and helped Amanda with the dishes when they were done eating, letting her wash while he dried. Usually he wouldn't have let a guest take on a task like dish washing, but since Amanda was going to be living with him, it was nice to see her offer to take responsibility and help out.<br><br>Once they were finished, Peter walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Want to sit down in the living room for a while and watch some TV?" he asked, giving her a quick nuzzle on the ear.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>04-09-2013, 07:27:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he told her that she didn't care either she smiled. As she cleaned in the kitchen she wondered what would happen now. This wasn't a small step for either of them. Amanda handed him the dishes as she rinsed them, this was something she used to do with her father as well. There was a calmness about Peter that she loved. He was so sure of himself. <br><br>When done, Peter held her, which made her smile as she leaned her head to the side. "TV sounds nice." she smiled as she took his hand and pulled him into the living room. She sat down on the couch, let him sit, and then cuddled herself with him. <br><br>She let him pick the show they watched and ended up thinking abut what happened this morning. She felt herself getting all hot and bothered as she licked her lips. Slowly, she reached up and started to kiss his neck, pressing her body against his... 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>05-09-2013, 02:39:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter ended up turning the TV to an old <em>Everybody Loves Raymond </em>rerun. He usually didn't watch sitcoms that often, but tonight it really didn't matter what was on TV. He and Amanda were far more interested in each other.<br><br>Amanda was soon kissing him on the side of the neck. He grinned in enjoyment as she pressed up against him, and soon enough he was taking her into his arms and making out with her. The passionate kissing continued as Peter became more aggressive; he was soon lying on top of Amanda on the couch, his hands on her face as he continued kissing her, his lips and tongue pressing against hers as the sounds of their smooching drowned out the TV.<br><br>He eventually broke away from the liplock and looked down into Amanda's eyes with a grin. "You like a guy who takes charge, baby?" he asked. As he spoke, he reached up under her dress and started feeling for her undies, if she was wearing any. He was very quickly becoming horny.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>05-09-2013, 06:42:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda felt him wrap his arms around her. Her skirt rode up as she straddled him. It was, however, a bigger turn on when he'd forced her under him. She smiled as he did so. He was so strong. So passionate. So manly. When he asked his question and blushed a bit. "Yes...' she said in a babygirl voice, playfully of course. As he reached under her dress she blushed, she had a black thong and lace bra was all she had on underneath. She could feel his boner against her inner thigh. "Do you want me?" She asked him. <br><br>Her hands travelled under his jacket, feeling his chest from above his shirt. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>06-09-2013, 03:21:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Did he want her? Amanda asked him. "I want you so bad right now..." he said, breathing lustily in her face.<br><br>He soon pulled the black thong off of her--in all likelihood she wouldn't be needing it again for the rest of the night. He then rode her skirt up all the way around her thighs. As her hands went under his suitcoat, he calmly wriggled his arms out of it and tossed it to the floor. He then began kissing her rabidly once again, his hands traveling madly through her hair, every so often catching in the curls and giving them short tugs.<br><br>He then reached down and freed his cock from his pants--and within a matter of seconds, he was inside her once again, kneeling over her in a dominating pose as he pressed his hands to her breasts while aggressively fucking her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>06-09-2013, 19:28:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda smiled when he answered her. The way he looked at her was also a turn on. She lifted her hips to help him take off her thong and watched as he lifted her skirt to her thighs, exposing herself to him. She smiled when he took off his jacket, because then she could focus on his buttons. When he kissed her she was about two buttons in. She'd moan whenever he'd tug on her hair, but the moan was very loud when when finally started to fuck her. Her hands were half way down with his shirt but when it happened stopped. Her pussy muscles tightly wrapped around his shaft and her hips started to move with his. "Oh god... yeah.... thank you so much... she whimpered in pleasure. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>07-09-2013, 04:25:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For the second time today, Peter was fucking Amanda. And once again, he hadn't bothered to grab a condom (he even had one in his pocket this time). He was so aroused and so desperate for release that he went ahead and had his way with his woman.<br><br>"Oh baby... oh this is so good..." Peter gasped. The two thrust back and forth into each other, each trying to match and accelerate the other's movements. The sex was very aggressive and very draining; Peter was beginning to sweat, and he was thankful that Amanda had unbuttoned his shirt a bit to give him some air. He continued thrusting deeper inside her. At the same time, his hands ravished her face and chest; he started getting a little rough and ended up leaving a 3-inch long red scratch on Amanda's chest above her right breast.<br><br>But he didn't stop to apologize. He continued feeling her up as they continued making love. His face shifted from joy and excitement to aggressiveness and determination. He could feel himself about to reach climax, and he began pushing harder, trying to bring himself to release.<br><br>And sure enough, it happened--his cock soon exploded inside her in two violent bursts. Peter let out a moan as his red and sweat-dampened face filled with pleasure. He may have been a lot older than Amanda, but he still had plenty of energy--and testosterone--for sex.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>07-09-2013, 07:31:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda did watch his body, his face, his emotions, it all turned her on. He was being the man she'd always dreamed of being with. Her hands moved around his arms as her moans fill his house again for the second time that day. The more aggressive he became the louder she moaned, the wetter she got, and the hornier she was. When he scratched her she groaned, but panting and started to move against his hips more. When he released she did too. Her body shuddered against his, shaking like she was cold, sweat beading on her body, her pussy muscles tightening around his shaft. <br><br>As they came down from their high she panted. "You.... cant.... be.... oh god... as old.... as you..... fuck...." she panted. She was more worn out than he was! She kept her legs wrapped around him, not looking him pull out just yet. Amanda wanted to enjoy this feeling more. The tv was still going and she blushed. "Can we watch tv in your room?" she asked him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>07-09-2013, 15:12:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The two finally regained their senses. The sex had worn them both out, but it was more than worth it. Amanda held Peter with her legs around his torso; his cock remained inside her as it slowly shrank down to normal size. He, too, didn't want to remove himself from her yet. Peter looked down at her, smiling as her face started to redden.<br><br>"Of course we can," he said. He didn't get up right away, however; he instead bent down and began kissing Amanda on the lips, his manhood still lodged inside her. With Peter firmly on top of her, but her legs tightly wrapped around him, it was hard to say who was dominating who. Perhaps they were both dominating each other. Or, more likely, they simply didn't want to be apart from each other.<br><br>A few minutes later, Peter finally removed himself from Amanda. A stream of cum dripped onto the couch. He stood up and re-buttoned his shirt before zipping up his pants again, then walked over to a nearby shelf and filled his pipe up with tobacco. After giving Amanda a chance to fix herself up, he took her by the hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom.<br><br>"We can watch whatever you want," he said as he led her into his bedroom and turned on the TV that faced the bed. "Oh, and do you mind if I smoke, honey?" he added, gesturing with his pipe.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>08-09-2013, 06:43:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When they finally got to the room she smiled and pulled him onto the bed with her. She cuddled him to her and smiled, almost child like. Amanda grabbed the remote and channel surfed for a while until she came upon a comedy show she liked. "Go ahead and smoke hun.' she said not caring. There was a point when she was so focused on the smell that she closed her eyes and just took it all in. Smiling. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>08-09-2013, 19:33:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda wanted to be close to Peter. She clearly wanted to be as close as possible to him. Peter let her pull him onto the bed and let her snuggle beside him. He struck a match and lit up his pipe, glancing towards Amanda as he puffed away and smiled as she enjoyed the vanilla-scented smoke that filled the air around them and added to the already-romantic atmosphere.<br><br>Peter put his arm around her shoulders and cuddled her close; the two sat calmly and watched TV for a few minutes. It felt so good, the simple pleasure of having a beautiful woman close to him. Peter knew that he was going to like this new living arrangement very much. They were going to both be very happy together, loving each other, caring for each other, exploring each others' deepest and wildest sexual fantasies...<br><br>Which reminded Peter of something... "Say, honey..." Peter said, looking down at his woman and speaking in a tender and calm voice, continuing to hold his arm around her. "You seem like... you enjoy a guy who takes charge. Who dominates. Am I right?"<br><br>"I'm a guy who loves to be in control," he continued. "You can probably tell; just part of my personality, I guess." He chuckled as he took a couple more puffs on his pipe. "Well, I was just curious about something. And if you're not comfortable with this, just say so; I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. But I was wondering, what do you think of the idea of me being your 'master'? Of me... dominating you?"<br><br>The way Peter said it, it was clear that he was talking more in the sexual sense, probably bondage/dom-sub play. It was something that he had read about fairly recently online and something he was quite intrigued by. And he seemed very comfortable with asking her about it. He smiled at her as he waited for her response, his warm arm continuing to rest around her shoulders.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>09-09-2013, 07:42:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The hot smell of the spicy vanilla was amazing. She enjoyed the smell the whole time that they were silent. She was going to like being able to hold someone at night. That was something she never got to do. Ever. She was very lonely at night and these would help her. She knew that this would have a lot of sex, she didn't might that what so ever. <br><br>When Peter finally spoke she looked up at him. When he spoke, she enjoyed his voice, it was attention grabbing and calm. "I like when men act like real men, yes." she said. As he continued to speak, she listened very carefully. The most he spoke the or she worried about what he was going to ask her. When he finally got it out she stayed quiet for a minute. "Master huh? How would this work?" She asked. "What would i call you? What would the rules be?" It was clear that Amanda would be open to this, not something she wouldn't try at least. The tv was no longer grabbing her attention, Peter was. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>09-09-2013, 13:53:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda seemed intrigued by the idea of Peter being a "master" to her, at least. "Well, it could either be in a sexual way--where I dominate you only when we fool around--or it could be something more..." he said. "We can decide on what you're most comfortable with." He continued puffing as she spoke. "You'd call me whatever you feel comfortable with. Some people like 'sir' or 'master', but I wouldn't be picky. If you want to just call me Peter that's fine. The rules are basically that, when I'm your 'master', I can do whatever I wish to you and you have to take it... within reason, of course. If anything happens that you're not comfortable with, all you have to do is tell me to stop."<br><br>"Let me show you something..." He got up from the bed, then took Amanda by the hand and pulled her up as well. He then led her over to his closet. Opening the door, it revealed shirts and pants and other things that would typically be in a man's closet... except for a small cardboard box on the floor.<br><br>He pulled out the box and set it on the floor. He reached into the box and pulled out a leather dog collar with a chain, along with a pair of handcuffs. "What do you think?" he asked with a smile, having no qualms about sharing this "collection" with Amanda. The box contained all manner of kinky BDSM objects: leather straps, ball gags, chains, and even a vibrator. He then pulled out his sex toy of preference--a riding crop.<br><br>Grinning, Peter stood up and looked down at Amanda as he held the crop, already in something of a domineering stance. He took a puff on his pipe, then intentionally blew a rich cloud of smoke in her face, perhaps as a dominating gesture, or perhaps (given how much she loved the smell) as a means of arousing her. "So... you interested, honey?" he asked.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>10-09-2013, 09:35:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda listened to him very carefully as she muted the tv and continued to cuddle him. She felt like he was slightly sugar coating this for her, which made her roll her eyes a bit. She understood what he was saying, but he didn't have to be nervous about it. As he got up, she followed. Not that he really gave her a choice, he was holding her hands. She was a little confused as they went to the closet, but then soon saw that he was getting a box. <br><br>As she saw what was in the box, she kept her face blank. Once she saw the cuffs and gag is when she started to blush. Then as he help the crop, she looked down at it. Smelling the intoxicating smoke from his pipe, it was almost like he was putting her in a trance at this point. Looking up at him, she gulped a bit and soon bent her legs so that she was kneeling at his feet, still blushing. "You'll have to teach me..." she said as she innocently spoke to him. This was very new to her, but it definitely took her attention. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>11-09-2013, 02:02:25</strong>
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				Once Amanda got on her knees, any reluctance or hesitation Peter had about sharing his secret lifestyle with her was gone. "I'd be more than happy to teach you," he said. His face suddenly filled with a smug, powerful expression--a different side of Peter had just come out.<br><br>He reached back into the box again and pulled out a small leather collar. He then walked back over to Amanda and secured the collar around her neck. It was a small leather dog collar that had a hook on the end for attaching a chain. "Put it simply, if you're wearing this collar, you're all mine," Peter said. He looked down at her with a slightly-sinister grin. He towered over her in an imposing posture, pipe in his mouth and riding crop in hand; had they not been lovers, it might have looked as though he was a powerful rich man with a young sex slave.<br><br>"Stay on the floor," he said. While not angry or hostile, his voice now carried an authoritative tone to it--like how he might have spoken to one of his employees. (Though, in all likelihood, he'd never be telling one of his workers to be on their knees before him.)<br><br>He slowly walked around Amanda as he talked. "It's really not too hard; I want you to submit to me. I want you to submit to my every desire. If you do, you'll be rewarded. Or, if you don't, you'll be punished..." With that, he gave Amanda a quick swat on the arm with the riding crop. Though it didn't inflict any damage more than a light red mark, it certainly caused pain.<br><br>"Of course, perhaps... this would be punishment you would enjoy. Depends upon your tastes..." He hit her again on the arm.<br><br>"Stay on the floor."<br><br>He continued. "If I ask you to give me a massage, you do it. If I ask you to light up my pipe, or cook dinner for me, or just tell me how much you love me, you do it." Another blow from the riding crop, this time on her upper back. "If I ask you to get on the floor, crawl over to me, and suck my cock until I cum all over your face, you do it."<br><br>He hit her again with the crop, this time on the opposite arm. Standing in front of her once again, he looked down at her. "Do you understand?" He then put his hand under her chin and tilted her face up to his. "Do you understand?" he repeated in a commanding tone.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>11-09-2013, 02:11:00</strong>
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				Amanda watched as he pulled the collar from the box and put it on her. She almost giggled, but by seeing his face, this was very serious. She was about to get up, but he'd told her to stay there. As he walked around her and started to talk about the rules, she looked up at him. Feeling the first hit she gasped for a moment. Rubbing the spot he'd hit she felt another hit and rubbed her there. She thought he was done and was about to get up, but again he'd told her to stay down. her ind was racing at this point. When he hit her back she gasped and whimpered in pain, unable to sooth it. <br><br>She looked up at him again as he asked her if she understood. She could only nod at him. She gulped as she looked at him, there was a sparkle in his eye now, something that she could clearly see that he enjoyed. She was slightly shaking, this new thing making her nervous, scared. This was going to be a little difficult for her, she knew that. She was so used to being able to have whatever she wanted, when she wanted. He was going to make her earn it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>11-09-2013, 03:32:58</strong>
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				Peter was fully in charge, and he clearly relished in it. He may have come off like a cold tyrant, but he still showed some of that tender side as well. As Amanda trembled before him, he leaned closer towards her. He held his pipe in his mouth as he talked; the misty smoke from the bowl swirled around Amanda's head.<br><br>"I'm doing this because I love you," he said, speaking in a kinder and softer tone while still holding her chin in his hand. "And because I know you want it. I know you need it. You need a strong man to take care of you..."<br><br>He then stood back up. Speaking once again in his domineering voice, he said, "Take your clothes off--underwear included. Then lay down on the bed." He folded his arms and stood over her, watching calmly, pipe still in his mouth and riding crop in his hand.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>11-09-2013, 07:03:55</strong>
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				Amanda looked up at Peter. The way he was talking to her, strong, dominate... something she loved about men. She took in the intoxicating smell of his vanilla substance as he leaned down and blew it in her face once more. When he told her that he loved her she blushed a bit, but listened on. In her head, she agreed with him. She did want this. She did need this. She did want him, a strong man to do it to her. When he spoke and gave her an order, Amanda blushed. Standing up, she took off her dress, letting it fall to the floor, then her bra. He'd taken her bra off downstairs before so that wasn't an issue. All she had on now was her make up. Amanda turned away from him and walked over to the bed, then did as she was told and laid down on it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>12-09-2013, 03:13:48</strong>
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				Once Amanda was lying on the bed, clad only in the collar he'd put on her neck earlier, Peter took out two pairs of small bondage cuffs from his box of sex goodies. He then proceeded to handcuff Amanda's wrists to the wooden bars on the headboard of the bed. The cuffs weren't like traditional handcuffs--they were made of a very soft leather that was gentle on the skin, and the chains were about a foot long each--but they did the job of keeping Amanda immobilized.<br><br>"Comfortable, honey?" Peter asked with a calm smile, clearly relishing in the sight of her lying helpless before him. He stood beside her with his arms folded at his chest as he continued to casually draw from his pipe. The sweet-smelling tobacco smoke filled the small enclosed room like a fog.<br><br>Peter turned off the TV, intending for himself and Amanda to focus all their attention on what was happening now. Holding the riding crop, he looked down at Amanda and told her what her first duty would be: "All you have to do is lie there, my dear. Lie there, and let me have my way with you... and tell me how much you love it. Understood?"<br><br>He leaned down and put his hand on Amanda's face, giving her a long kiss on the lips. His tobacco-filled breath flowed into her mouth.<br><br>He then stood up... and gave her a couple quick raps on the bars stomach with the riding crop. "Like I say," he said, hitting her on the right breast just above her nipple, "I know you want this. I think you're gonna love this--I know I'm gonna love this." He gave her another couple blows, one on the stomach and another on the leg.<br><br>"How's it feel?" he asked. "You love it, don't you?" He then rared back and started giving her harder, more powerful strokes, leaving red welts on her stomach, upper thighs and breasts. It was clear that he was getting off on this aggressive display of dominance; his pipe protruded from his mouth as his face filled with delight. Still, as brutal as it may have been, Peter still showed subtle hints of compassion--if Amanda indicated that it was too much, he would have stopped.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>12-09-2013, 10:24:30</strong>
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				Amanda blushed as he cuffed her to the bed post and watched as he looked at her some more. She blushed a bit more when he asked if she was comfortable. The room was filled with the vanilla smoke, had it been pot, she'd been high. When he started to go through the rules she gulped a bit, then the whips came long. She gasped the first time, then winced, then groaned, the last one was a loud groan. She was panting a bit, her nipples hard, her pussy was wet and she loved the look in his face. She couldn't actually answer him because she was so shocked about what was happening. <br><br>In truth, she didn't hate this. She was scared of herself, she never thought she'd be like this. It made sense though, she had always been a daddy's girl, always wanting to please her father, but now it was for a man that wanted her to be his woman. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>14-09-2013, 03:47:12</strong>
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				When he finished flogging her, Peter tossed the riding crop to the floor and chuckled as he looked down on her. Amanda had sizable red welts on her body, but nothing serious; he had been trying to pleasure and arouse her, not injure her. <br><br>Grinning as he continued to enjoy the power he now held, Peter walked close to Amanda's side. He knew that he was in complete control. He knew that he was everything Amanda had ever wanted in a man--he was a father figure, and he was a lover. He knew that this new living arrangement would, indeed, be very enjoyable for the both of them.<br><br>Reaching down to her pussy, Peter put his hand between her legs and began molesting her with his fingers. He stuck his thick, calloused fingers into her delicate cunt and began stroking, trying his hardest to get more and more reaction out of her.<br><br>"See? You love it, baby," he said while exhaling a plume of smoke. "You need a real man to take care of you--not those punk little boys."<br><br>He finger-fucked her for about thirty seconds, then quickly took his hand out. He wanted to arouse her--but he didn't want her to reach climax yet. "Don't you cum for me yet, baby!" he said, grinning with a delightfully wicked expression. He followed his command with two sudden, rapid slaps to Amanda's face--though it wasn't hard and didn't leave any sign of injury, it was clearly meant as another way for Peter to show his dominance over her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>14-09-2013, 08:18:34</strong>
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				Amanda was panting when he'd stopped flogging her. She felt some stinging pain on her body and was blushing quite a bit. The more that he'd hit her the more she felt, the more alive she felt. She couldn't help but moan from time to time. As he touched her sex she whimpered at him. Once his finger was in her she gasped and moaned loudly. Her pussy muscles getting tight around him as she became more and more wet. As he spoke, he'd locked eyes with her, she was unable to look away from him. He had her in his trap. He was hitting her g-spot the whole time and was moaning loudly, when he stopped she groaned in frustration. When he told her not to cum and hit her she whimpered and squirmed on the bed. She was being tortured, both loving and hating it at the same time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>14-09-2013, 17:35:31</strong>
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				Amanda was being tortured both physically and mentally, but so long as she was chained to the bed, Peter could have his way with her as he pleased. Smiling and ignoring her moans of agony and frustration, he sat down on the bed beside her. His hand began stroking her breasts.<br><br>"Just relax, baby..." he said in a soothing tone. He had gone from brutal and sadistic master back to his kind and tender self in a matter of seconds. He looked into her eyes with a gentle smile as he continued soothingly massaging her reddened breasts, taking some last puffs on his pipe and sending more smoke in her face. He was done hurting her; now he wanted to make her feel good.<br><br>He eventually finished off his pipe and set it in an ashtray on the end table. Peter then stood up and began stripping off his clothing--revealing that his shaft was now bigger and more erect than ever. Perhaps not surprisingly, this power he held over Amanda served to greatly arouse him.<br><br>Slipping on a condom (this time, he remembered to actually grab the one he had in his pants pocket) then prying her legs open, Peter knelt onto the bed and inserted his huge manhood into Amanda as she continued to lay immobilized before him. He began pushing himself into her pussy, slowly at first, but gradually accelerating.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>15-09-2013, 08:21:14</strong>
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				Amanda panted, a few tears down her face from his beating. Feeling him touch her, she both whimpered and moaned. She really wasn't used to being hit, that was clear. When he pulled down his pants, she could see how hard he was, much harder and larger than the last few times they'd fucked. When he put on the condom, she almost laughed, tempted to ask why he suddenly cared. As he invaded her womanhood she gasped, her back archer. Her body was in pain, but he was bringing pleasure to her, it was clear that this was a confusing mixture to her, but she wasn't rejecting it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>15-09-2013, 19:11:04</strong>
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				Peter saw the tears running down Amanda's face. It seemed that she didn't exactly get turned on by him beating her with the riding crop. Well, there was really no other way he could have found out other than by doing it...<br><br>He knew what <em>was </em>turning her on, however--the feeling of his cock hitting her pussy. Her body arched as she let out gasps of pain and pleasure. Peter began breathing heavier, himself becoming more and more aroused by the pressure on his cock. He started thrusting harder and faster, closing his eyes and savoring the amazing feeling of her muscles straining around his member. The condom, unfortunately, limited some of the feeling--though he knew he'd be taking a risk in doing so, he decided this would be the last time he'd use protection. He had no STDs and he knew Amanda didn't, either; he could get her a birth control prescription.<br><br>As he continued fucking her, Peter reached up and wiped the tears from Amanda's face, smiling down at her as she continued to lay chained to the bed. He was clearly a man who could be both gentle and brutal; it seemed he'd probably be showing Amanda both of these sides as long as they lived together.<br><br>Eventually, Peter managed to reach climax; he soon erupted within the condom, letting out a groan of delight as he did so. Once he was finished, he removed himself from her, then unlocked the chains on her wrists. "You did well, darling," Peter said. In truth, of course, Amanda had done very little, but that was more or less the point--Peter had wanted to use her, and he'd gotten what he wanted. Now that he'd gotten his pleasure, it was time to comfort her.<br><br>He laid down in the bed beside Amanda and wrapped his arms around her, rolling to the side so she was lying on top of him. He kissed her gently and stroked her hair. "Do you feel better?" he whispered. "I love you so much, sweetheart..." The dominating tyrant was gone, and in its place now was the father-like lover.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>17-09-2013, 10:19:15</strong>
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				Amanda wasn't used to being hit, however, it did turn her on a bit. As they fucked she moaned loudly, unable to get away (not that she wanted to), and her back arched in more pleasure. She didn't like him having a condom on, it felt different. She found Peter to be perfect, both a man and a lover. She liked how he was so strong, passionate, loving, and at the same time harsh, firm, and a leader. <br><br>When Peter came, she felt his body tense up. She knew she didn't do much when he said she did well, but she did smile at him, panting in pleasure. She was so close to cumming, but it didn't happen just yet. Her clit throbbing, her pussy sopping wet. She cuddled up next to him, whimpering a bit. "I love you too, Master." She said when he said it first. Amanda kissed him, her hand leading his to her exposed clit. "PLease.... i was so close..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>18-09-2013, 04:38:45</strong>
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				Peter had reached his orgasm--but Amanda hadn't achieved her own yet. He held her tightly in his arms, feeling her pussy dripping onto his legs and hearing her whimper in his ear. She was desperate--painfully desperate. It turned him on to know that she was clamoring for something only he could provide her.<br><br>Instead of letting her continue suffering with desire, however, he provided her with the release she needed. As soon as she started pulling his hand to her clit, he slipped free of her grip... and immediately shoved his fingers up between her legs. He held them there and continued stroking until she reached orgasm.<br><br>Amanda had earned it. And Peter was honored that he could be the one to give it to her.<br><br>He removed his hand from her pussy, then gave her a long kiss on the lips. After taking a Kleenex and wiping his hand clean, he slipped the collar from her neck (which, in the midst of the whipping and the fucking, he'd all but forgotten she was even wearing), then helped her stand back up to her feet. "Doing ok, honey?" he asked, gently stroking her hair as he looked down at her beautiful face, kissing the tears from her cheeks. He may have been her "master", but it was clear that he was very much head over heels in love with her. He adored Amanda; it was clear from the loving look in his eyes.<br><br>"Want to head downstairs with me and have one last glass of wine before we go to bed?" Peter asked as he handed Amanda her dress and undies before starting to dress himself again. He wanted to unwind a bit and relax after the sex. To have some wine and another smoke of his pipe. And maybe sit down with Amanda and just talk. About her wants and desires. About what she wanted from him. And, perhaps most of all, about when they could start moving her into her new home--her home with him.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>18-09-2013, 09:47:27</strong>
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				Amanda sighed in relief as she felt his hand at her legs before she was finished pulling him close to her. Gasping in pleasure she felt him start to play with her clit. "oh god yes..." she sighed happily. Whenever he'd hit the right spot she'd twitch and moan in pleasure. Her breasts bouncing with every movement that her body made. When she was close, her hands moved to his thigh and the sheets, her body trying to run from his hand as she moaned in so much pleasure. "oh god... oh oh god - I-" she soon was screaming out in pleasure, her nipples hard as she bucked against his hand screaming. <br><br>When she started to cum down from the high of the orgasm she looked at him, forgetting all about the collar herself. She didn't want to stand, but he made her. She just wanted to relax with him by her side. She only nodded at him, her legs weak and shaky from the orgasm. She followed him weakly to the door and had to stop there. Her body was too tired from what he'd done to her the pass few hours. She didn't even have a chance to put the dress on when she leaned against the door. "I can't really walk..." she blushed as she admitted to truth to him. "Your fault."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>20-09-2013, 02:42:18</strong>
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				Peter finished getting dressed again (this time wearing only his shirt and pants and leaving his suitcoat behind) and picked up his pipe before heading out the door. Amanda, however, wasn't able to follow--the experience had taken a great deal out of her. Smiling gently, Peter walked back to her. "I'll gladly take the blame," he said with a chuckle. "Let me help you, honey..."<br><br>He helped her slip her dress back on (granted, Peter certainly didn't mind seeing her naked, but he had a bit of a thing for seeing her in classy and sultry dresses) then walked her barefoot out of the room. He guided her down the hallway and down the steps with a strong and steady grip around her waist. "Take it slow, dear... it's ok... I've got you, honey..." he whispered as he led her down the stairs and into the living room, sitting her down on the couch.<br><br>He then went to the dining room and got the bottle of wine, plus a couple glasses. "Let me know if you want some," he said, setting it on the coffee table in front of her. He poured himself a half-glass, then refilled his pipe with tobacco and took a seat beside her before lighting it up again.<br><br>Putting his arm around her shoulders, he cuddled her close and held her in his warm, protective grip. "So honey..." he said as the familiar aroma of smoke surrounded them. "What did you think of the whole idea of me being your 'master'?" He smiled down at her gently, perhaps as a way of showing that being her 'master' didn't mean just chaining her down, whipping her, and fucking her whenever he felt like it--it meant that he'd be taking care of her, protecting her, and loving her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>24-09-2013, 17:49:56</strong>
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				Amanda watched him get dressed, glad that he decided to be on the more casual side. When he realized that she couldn't follow she could see that he almost felt proud of himself. Cheeky. As he helped dress her she felt the tips on his fingers graze against her skin, which made her close her eyes to enjoy the feeling. As they walked she really did enjoy having him holding her, protecting her. It was something she couldn't help but think of how he'd been the best man in her life now. <br><br>Once she was on the couch she nodded at the idea of wine. She wanted the wine more than the coffee to be honest. When the smell of the pipe returned she took in a deep breath, smiling as her eyes closed. "Well, it's different, but I don't hate it. I'm always up for trying new things." She smiled as she opened her eyes to look at him. "What got you into it, if i might ask?" She questioned. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>25-09-2013, 03:40:40</strong>
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				Peter poured a glass of wine for Amanda; he smiled with a calm satisfaction, feeling her practically melting against his body at the soothing aroma of the smoke. It felt so wonderful, being so deeply in love with a woman like Amanda--and knowing that she was just as deeply in love with him as well.<br><br>As the two enjoyed their drinks and the closeness, they chatted about the experiences of that evening. Peter looked down at Amanda with a slightly-amused grin when she asked just how he'd gotten into this kinky lifestyle. "You learn a lot on the Internet," he chuckled. "Actually, where I first learned about it, a buddy of mine at the restaurant was telling me about it. I researched it a little, checked out some different clubs and adult-oriented shops in the area, bought a couple books... I guess it awakened something inside of me. As I've gotten older and gotten past the whole divorce thing, I learned a bit about myself. I learned that I need a woman. I need someone to be there for me, to take care of me and to love me. And, more than that, to completely submit themselves to me--even if it's only for a few minutes during the day. I'm a guy who likes to be in control, like I've said--guess you could say I love power. And I especially love it when someone gives me that power over them, when someone lets me take charge, lets me have my way with them."<br><br>He took a long drag on his pipe before exhaling a fat plume of blue smoke towards the ceiling. "I should let you know, too, that you're the first woman I've had a relationship with who actually went along with the whole 'master-slave' thing. I mean, I've fooled around with women in the past since my divorce, and we've played some 'games', but tonight with you..." He looked down at her and smiled tenderly. "... it actually meant something. You being here... it's actually made me happier than I've been in years."<br><br>He suddenly leaned in and gave Amanda a long, tender kiss on the lips. When he finished, he pulled back and looked down at her, still smiling down at her. "Now, I've got a question for you, my dear... when are we gonna start moving you in here with me?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>26-09-2013, 19:14:15</strong>
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				Amanda sipped at her wine, like a lady, enjoying every bit that entered her lips. As they spoke more and more she felt herself opening up a bit easier with him. Before she had to be very drunk to do that. Now she could just talk with him. "The internet is man's best friend." She giggled at him as he spoke. "Really, no one else has been willing to try it? Well I guess that makes sense actually. Assuming you've been with women your age, they aren't willing to experiment anymore." She noted more for herself than him. <br>&nbsp;<br>As they shared another of many more to come kiss she moaned in it. When he asked her his question she smiled. "That depends on you." She said as she climbed on top of him, straddling him as she took the last unladylike gulp of her wine and started to kiss him hard. It wasn't that she was horny horny, but she did love to make out. A lot. Amanda flipped her hair to one side of body as she kissed him and then moved down to his neck, grinding against him as she loved on him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>27-09-2013, 02:44:37</strong>
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				"Very true," Peter agreed. "Most women my age--early to mid-40s--aren't interested in letting a man take control. They want to <em>be </em>in control--of everything. At least, as far as the women I know..." It was true, most of the women Peter had met after his divorce had had little to no interest in sexual games. Sure, they were fine with some kinky games now and then, but in the long haul they weren't looking for a dominating man. They always said they were looking for a meaningful relationship, but in reality there was only one thing that really interested them--Peter's money.<br><br>Amanda may have been young enough to be his daughter, but in Peter's eyes, she was more mature and had a bigger heart than women twice her age. For the first time since his divorce, Peter felt he had found himself a woman he could be with for the rest of his life.<br><br>Before he knew it, Amanda was on top of him, straddling him and kissing him with an aggressive passion. She was the one dominating now, but Peter didn't mind one bit. Even though he wasn't aroused at the moment (seeing as how they'd just had sex twice already), he still loved the feeling of her lips against his mouth and neck. He kissed her back repeatedly, then sat back and calmly smoked his pipe while smiling with content, as Amanda ground seductively against his manhood while kissing him on the neck. He was enjoying every second of it.<br><br>He began kissing her up the arm and on the shoulder, giving her playful little love bites here and there as he did so. He soon moved to her neck as well, kissing and nuzzling her skin lovingly. This went on for several enjoyable minutes.<br><br>Eventually, Peter pulled back, looking warmly into Amanda's lovely face. "You're so beautiful," he said, speaking in a soft and tender tone with a glowing smile. "I'm the luckiest man on the face of the Earth right now... I love you so much, baby." With that, he gave her a long and passionate kiss on the lips.<br><br>After he finished, he began speaking again. "Tell you what... how about I get in touch with some friends of mine tomorrow, and they'll start moving you out this weekend. Then, I'll talk with a realtor and we'll get your house on the market. Sound good?" It was clear that Peter was anxious for himself and Amanda to get their life together started as soon as possible.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>27-09-2013, 06:38:04</strong>
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				When Peter finally broke the kiss she was breathless. She looked at him, smiling as she caught her breath, when he called her beautiful. "Right now, that might chance, maybe I'm crazy." She teased him. In truth, neither of them really knew each other. They both knew what they wanted from each other, but what about the bad days? Would he be able to handle her? Would she be able to handle him? Only time could tell, however, time wasn't something they were really paying attention to. <br><br>When he talked about her moving in she laughed. "Wow, you really want me to move in, don't you?" She teased him some more. "If that's what you want to do, that's fine with me. I wouldn't mind the help, but to be honest i wasn't expecting it. I'm used to doing things on my own, you know that." She said as she caressed his jaw line. "Really, I can do it myself..." she said. She was clearly not used to accepting help from people. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>28-09-2013, 19:57:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter seemed more than willing to take the plunge and take his relationship with Amanda to the next level. He did, indeed, want her to move in as soon as possible, and was willing to make any sacrifices necessary to make it happen.<br><br>As she caressed him, he smiled and gently ran his fingers through her hair. Taking the pipe into his mouth again, he blew a few wisps of smoke in her face as he spoke. "It's a big job for just one person," he said gently. "I couldn't think of letting you do all that on your own. I insist--I want to help you. I'll call a few of the guys tomorrow and we'll set everything up. I insist, sweetheart..." He rested his hand under her chin, looking into her eyes with a warm, almost fatherly smile.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>28-09-2013, 20:32:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda smiled at him. "Fiiine." She teased as if it were a big ordeal for her, taking in the scent of his smoke. Relaxing on him she cuddled with him for a long time, so long that she fell asleep. The way she fell asleep was her head on his chest and curled up in his arms. She wasn't sure when but he must've carried her back to the bed because when she woke up they were in bed. Stretched out and moaning loudly in pleasure she felt great! Never before had she felt so much like a woman. <br><br>That day she moved into Peter's place. His friends helped her pack and foldings and all the works. They were all around his age, except one guy who look like he might've been the son one of the friends. She didn't really pay much attention to him, but he was paying a lot of attention to her. Amanda could feel him staring at her, but she said nothing. The gentlemen all seemed to be a little googoo eyed over her, which made her laugh because they were all gentleman-like. None of them really seemed to be bothered about her moving in with him, minus the kid her age that wasn't saying much to her. She was wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt, nothing grand, but with her curves in those clothes was a bit much when she had to bend over or lean. Amanda didn't really do much lifting though, the men didn't let her. It was nice actually.<br><br>Once she'd moved into the house she panted a bit and nodded. "Alright, I'm in." She smiled. Peter wasn't there yet, so a few of the guys stayed with her to make sure she'd be safe for the rest of the day, this including the kid and his father. They seemed to be from a respectable family. Amanda literally ended up making dinner for everybody, pasta, but she couldn't wait for Peter to get home... she so wanted to see him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>28-09-2013, 21:29:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After their night of passion, Amanda was exhausted and soon fell asleep in his arms. It was very relaxing--Peter couldn't even describe how wonderful it felt. He carried a sleeping Amanda upstairs to his room, where the pair nestled together under the covers.<br><br>That next day, Peter had to work; however, his friends managed to get Amanda's things moved out of her house and into Peters in relatively short order. The guys were all very friendly towards Amanda, though none gave any hint of a romantic advance. "No lifting! Direct orders from the bossman!" one of the guys said as Amanda tried to help them move out the living room couch. "Peter will kick our asses if he finds out you did any heavy lifting and hurt yourself." Despite the fact that Peter seemed just as heavy-handed with his friends as he was with his employees, the men all took it in stride. They'd known Peter for years, and were more than happy to help out their buddy.<br><br>The discussions were very brief, and didn't touch one bit on just why this young woman was moving into a much-older man's house when she already had a wonderful home of her own. All of the men were consummate professionals--the only guy who behaved a little strangely was a younger man named Eric; it seemed he had little to say, but enjoyed looking at her body. He didn't do anything inappropriate, however--Mark, his dad, likely would have beat him senseless him if he'd so much as winked at Amanda.<br><br>By about 4:00, they were finished. Though most of her belongings were still packed in boxes (and some of her furniture was sent off to a storage facility until she decided what to do with it) Amanda was now officially moved into Peter's house. As a pleasant surprise to the men, she cooked up a pasta dinner for all of them. Just as she was dishing up their plates, Peter came home. "Well, well!" he said, marveling at the completed job. "Looks like you've got a new home!" He walked over to Amanda and kissed her on the lips.<br><br>"Yep, the boys did a great job," Mark said. "And the little lady even decided to cook us dinner!"<br><br>"You're a lucky man, bro!" one of the other men said. Eric, meanwhile, looked somewhat nervously across the table at her, clearly interested in her but otherwise saying nothing.<br><br>"Oh, well, then we'll have us a little celebratory dinner!" Peter said. "I'll be right down, honey," he said, kissing her on the cheek before heading upstairs. Peter was happy that the move had been finished so quickly and probably would have rewarded his buddies for their hard work anyway--either through dinner or most likely through extra pay--but, like Amanda, he was anxious for them to be gone so they could spend their first night together alone.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>30-09-2013, 07:23:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Peter walked in Amanda was so happy, her whole being brightened up a bit. She almost ran to him as he walked to her and hugged him tightly. When he was gone she was slightly reserved again, placing all the plates on the table and making sure they all had a good amount of food on them, even for Eric. Her plate had less, but it was enough for her. She placed her food next to where she placed Peter's and started to pour some wine for everyone. It wasn't the best stuff that Peter had in the house, but it was still really good. <br><br>When all was said and done she was finally able to sit down and eat, however, she decided to wait for Peter. She looked over at Eric, who was staring at her. All Amanda could do was blush until he looked away. She was a bit confused. Why was he just staring at her? <br><br>((sorry, short post))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>01-10-2013, 02:28:28</strong>
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				((no need to apologize&nbsp; 8-)&nbsp; ))<br><br>Peter returned downstairs a short while later, taking a seat at the table next to Amanda. The men engaged in lively and loud discussion, chatting about every little thing they could think of and tossing around plenty of friendly cuss words as they did so. It was clear that Peter and these guys went back quite a few years--there were plenty of stories traded about poker games, wild times at bars, and hunting and fishing trips. And, naturally, they were starting to ask a bit more about Peter and Amanda's relationship.<br><br>"So how did y'all meet anyway?" Randy, a burly and almost-completely bald man in his 40s, asked with a grin.<br><br>"Right place, right time, what else can I say?" Peter replied with a smile. He put his arm around Amanda and gave her a kiss on the cheek.<br><br>Amidst all the chatter, Eric sat silently across from Amanda. None of the men even acknowledged him, but he and Amanda subtly acknowledged each other. She might not have remembered who he was yet, but he remembered her. And he did, in fact, feel very uncomfortable around her--he was very much attracted to her, but at the same time he was more than a bit reluctant to make a move on her. Because he knew the consequences of doing so.<br><br>It turned out that Eric was one of the guys at Peter's restaurant the night that the young man had aggressively made a move on her. Eric was one of the guy's buddies, and he and the other three young men had been goading each other into making a move on the beautiful and (at the time) intoxicated young woman in hopes of getting some action with her. But Eric had seen firsthand how ferociously protective Peter was of Amanda and had fled in terror when Peter blew up at them. Shortly after that incident, Peter contacted Eric's dad Mark--who was one of Peter's longtime buddies--and told him what had happened. A furious Mark had, as punishment, grounded Eric and suspended his allowance (as it turned out, Eric was only 18 years old and still in high school), only agreeing to lift the punishment if Eric helped Amanda move into Peter's house. Perhaps fittingly, Mark had made Eric do much of the heavy lifting that day; even now, Eric's hair and dark blue t-shirt were damp with sweat. Hopefully he'd learned his lesson through a little hard labor.<br><br>Once dinner was finished, the men--perhaps sensing that the happy couple wanted to be alone--began heading out. "Hey, let us know when the next poker night is!" Randy said to Peter.<br><br>"Will do!" he replied.<br><br>As the men milled about, Eric nervously glanced over at Amanda. He didn't look as if he was attracted to her at the moment; rather, he almost looked frightened. It was as if he knew if he made the wrong move, Amanda would explode on him--and the other men would likely skin him alive.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>01-10-2013, 10:46:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda smiled when Peter came back. As they ate and conversed she was pretty quiet, just enjoying being with Peter. She was safe with him. That's what she cared about. He was giving that to her. Care and love. It was obvious that Peter was close with this group of friends. As they asked questions about them and joked some more she giggled and gave them the real answers. "He knew my father... He happened to come into a place I was working to pass the time and I blew him off." Which only made the men laugh more. Her hand rubbed his knee under the table. When he said right place right time she knew he was talking about that night at his restaurant. She blushed a bit. <br><br>Amanda wondered about Eric, why he was just staring. The more she looked at him, the more she realized that he was just a kid. He was really young. She still had no idea who he was though. Amanda eventually stopped looking at him and just focused on Peter who was talking it up with the men in the room. "Poker?" She whispered to Peter. Growing up how she did, she understood that she would be meant on those nights as a server and entertainment with making the men laugh. She shouldn't really have been surprised. Maybe it would be fun to play hostess. <br><br>Amanda took one last look at Eric and said "Goodbye Mark, thank you very much for your help. Tell your kid here to man up and don't be so sad he helped a woman. That might score him points at school" She said, shutting the door. As soon as it was locked Amanda turned and jumped on Peter, wrapping her legs and arms around him as she started to make out with him. "Take me to bed Peter... Please" she said between kisses. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 03:41:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mark chuckled at Amanda's comment regarding Eric, who slouched his way out to the car and said nothing in response. "Well, a little hard work will help him man up," he said. "So will a little responsibility. He's a good kid, just needed to learn a lesson, and he learned a damn good one today. Hey, catch you two lovebirds later; have a good night!" He left with a proud grin on his face.<br><br>The other men were equally kind and friendly towards Amanda. Randy, on his way out the door, patted Amanda on the cheek and said, "You be sure to keep old Peter in line; he can get a little wild!" He laughed, then wrapped his monstrous arms around her and hugged her goodbye. "Just kidding honey. The man's lucky to have you; you guys are gonna be very happy together."<br><br>Once Peter and Amanda were finally alone, the wild side came out for both of them. They immediately wrapped their arms around each other and began making out. Peter's arms gripped Amanda's small frame tightly, lifting her from the floor effortlessly as his lips pressed hard against hers. When she pleaded for him to take her up to bed, he did so in a matter of seconds--actually carrying her upstairs with one arm while her legs remained wrapped around his torso.<br><br>They soon were in Peter's bedroom, where Peter dropped her onto the bed and immediately began undressing himself. "Come on, babe; take 'em off!" he said. He was fully naked in a matter of seconds, and just as soon as Amanda was ready, he'd be on top of her fucking her like mad.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 05:27:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda was a bit confused as to why he needed to learn a lesson. <br><br>Amanda loved the fact that even though he was older than her, he was stronger than men her age and carrying her up to his room. As soon as she felt her body hit the bed she started to push off her clothes, practically ripping them off of her curvaceous body. She'd wanted him as soon as he walked into the house and she was going to have him dammit! Once she was naked she grabbed him to her, still kissing her. "Make love to me ... please Peter... please Master, make love to me!" She begged. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 02:43:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter may have been in his mid-40s and carrying a bit of extra weight, but when he was with the woman he loved, he had an energy in him that rivaled men half his age. He kissed Amanda rabidly, smooching her on the lips, neck, and breasts. It was obvious he'd been repressing his sexual energy all day long, and had been long looking forward to this release.<br><br>She begged him to make love to her. She begged her master to take her. Peter's face filled with excitement.<br><br>He rammed his hugely-aroused cock between Amanda's legs and started thrusting with incredible force. Their bodies rocked and bounced wildly on the bed. It was the wildest and most exhilarating sex the pair had ever had--a fitting way to celebrate their first night living together.<br><br>Peter ended up cumming very quickly; since he'd done away with the thought of wearing a condom, Amanda likely felt every bit of it. He paused to catch his breath, looking down at Amanda and gently touching her breasts.<br><br>"Don't move, baby... I'm not done..." Lo and behold, after a short break of maybe thirty seconds, his cock started hardening once again--and soon enough, he was fucking her for a second round.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 06:01:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda moaned and screamed as he fucked her. It was amazing. Amanda suddenly felt him cum in her and she moaned and gasped a bit. <em>Already? Seriously?</em> She panted a bit when she looked at him and smiled. If that's all he had that was all he had, that was okay. She was about to get up but he told her not to and stayed still. <br><br>Amanda just as quickly felt him start to feel him pup her again and again and again. Her screaming was loud again, her hands gripped the bed frame as her breasts bounced in front of his face. It wasn't too long before she started to cum, hard, screaming, loudly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 02:55:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter continued pounding Amanda's pussy as hard as he could, and soon enough he felt her reach her own orgasm as well. But even though they'd already both reached climax, he didn't stop--in fact, he didn't even slow down. He wanted to get as much out of this as he possibly could.<br><br>His cock was again steadily getting harder and larger inside her. This time, instead of going for a quick second orgasm, he dragged it out. He slowed down a bit but began pushing more forcefully. He was breathing hard but steadily, his face filled with a determined and strong expression as he continued making love to her while massaging her breasts with his hands. Peter was again fully in charge, having his way with Amanda for the pleasure of the both of them.<br><br>"Look at me, baby," he said. "Tell me how much you love it."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 04:17:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda screamed out in pleasure. It was one of the best feelings in the world to have him in her that way. He was in complete control, He seemed to love it actually. She had cum very hard and he was still going. He even came and was still going. Amanda looked back at her lover and moaned as she spoke. "I love it so much, so much oh god! Fuck! Master, thank you so much! OH GOD!" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 05:00:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter was fully in charge, completely having his way with Amanda. Amanda, in turn, was loving every bit of it, thanking him and praising him at the top of her lungs. It was an unbelievable thrill.<br><br>He started picking up the pace, and it was clear that he was headed very quickly towards a second orgasm. His hands started groping her breasts a bit rougher, leaving red finger marks on the skin. All the while, he pushed himself aggressively into her; eventually, his seed burst inside her once again.<br><br>Letting out a loud moan, he slumped forward, his head resting on Amanda's breasts. He lifted his head briefly and gave her a long kiss on the lips as his cock finally slipped out of her. Breathing heavily, he laid down in bed and cuddled Amanda until her body was resting on top of his.<br><br>"You're the best I've ever had, baby," he whispered, holding Amanda in his warm arms as her nude body laid on top of his. He wasn't exaggerating--this had been the most incredible lovemaking Peter had ever experienced. Amanda had brought out an energy in him he never knew he'd had, and she in turn was able to match that energy, able to take everything he dished out, and beg for more.<br><br>The two laid in bed for a few minutes, catching their breath and regaining their senses. They had things to do downstairs--namely, cleaning up after the dinner party--but for now Peter wanted to relax and enjoy the post-sex closeness with his woman.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 05:52:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda could see how happy he was that she was giving into her. She could feel how close he was was, she was even closer. Feeling him grab at her breasts she moaned out, groaning in pleasure. She definitely came with him. <br><br>As they cuddled and made out some more she panted, trying to catch her breath. She wanted to make some old man joke but in truth, he'd worn her out. As he called her the best she smiled. "Even better than your wife when you guys first got married?" she teased. She knew that she couldn't have been better than those years. Those were the years that people played the most. <br><br>As they cuddled she took in a deep breath and smiled, kissing him over and over and over. When they'd cuddled for a long time she started to fall asleep, completely forgetting everything that was down stairs. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 13:57:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Better than his wife? "Way better," he said. "Not even close." Indeed, even Peter's former wife hadn't had the sexual energy Amanda had. And though she might have occasionally let him go for a couple rounds in a row, she would be worn out before the first round was even over. And no way in hell would she ever call him "master".<br><br>They continued to kiss, but mostly just laid there holding each other, their bodies warming each other with the closeness. Peter wasn't sure how long they laid on the bed. An hour maybe. Perhaps two. It didn't matter; it felt so good to hold her in his arms.<br><br>Peter noticed Amanda had fallen asleep. He laid with her a few more minutes, then gently shifted her off to the side and got up from the bed. He got dressed, putting on a gray shirt and jeans, then bent down to give her a kiss on the forehead before heading downstairs.<br><br>Once he was downstairs, he cleaned up the dishes from dinner. Amanda was clearly exhausted from the big day she'd had--not to mention the sex--so Peter thought it would be best to let her sleep. Besides, he'd lived on his own for many years; he was more than capable of cleaning up the table by himself. He picked up the dishes and washed each one individually in the sink, and was done in about ten minutes.<br><br>After he'd finished, he went into the living room and turned on the TV to a baseball game. He then lit up his pipe and sat down in his reclining chair. Lazily puffing away, he sat back and enjoyed the game--and thought fondly on the wonderful new life that lay ahead of him and Amanda.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 21:49:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Amanda woke up she stretched out sorely, groaning with how good it felt. Looking around she saw that Peter was gone. Amanda sat up and grabbed her robe from of one of the boxes and tied it around her naked body. As she walked downstairs she could smell the sweet spice of the vanilla smoke. Following it she found Peter watched television. Amanda walked up behind him and wrapped her arounds about his shoulders, her hands playing with the collar of his shirt as she kissed behind his ear. <br><br>"Hey baby." she whispered in his ear. Her hands caressed his chest as she walked around him and sat on his lap, cuddling on him as she watched the television with him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 04:28:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter was pleasantly surprised when Amanda walked up behind him and started cuddling her way into his lap. "Well hello beautiful," he whispered. He held her in his arms and sighed in contentment as the pair watched TV together. This was the life. Peter, right now, was happier than he'd been in years.<br><br>The two didn't talk much as they sat together in the recliner. In fact, they barely even paid attention to the game on TV. Instead, they sat and relaxed, enjoying the cuddling and the occasional light flirting. Peter nuzzled Amanda's cheek and neck with gentle touches and kisses. He'd also whisper sweet compliments into her ear: "So lovely...", "Mmm, you're so beautiful...", "I love you, sweetheart..." Knowing how turned on Amanda was by the smell of his pipe, he'd occasionally take a puff, then turn to her and blow some smoke in her face. Even when they weren't making love, it seemed he was always intent on stimulating and pleasuring her.<br><br>"So... how do you like it here so far?" he asked, giving her a playful wink at the somewhat-rhetorical question.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 07:49:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda smiled when he accepted her into his arms. She was sitting in his lap, joking about how she must've been too heavy for him, fishing for his compliments. She knew that he knew what she was doing, yet he pleased her anyways. Feeling his kisses and cuddles she only got closer to him. When he'd coo into her ear she'd smile, nibble at his ear, kiss at his jawline, and rub his chest. "You're so strong..." she'd say. "I love you so much baby..." she felt safe with him. Safe to be herself. This was certainly not the girl he'd met a month before. <br><br>Amanda giggled when he asked about living there. "Oh I don't know, I don't think I'll be able to sleep in my own bed... I think I may need to have someone cuddle with me for a while... i have a fear of the dark and it will take years to get over." she joked, hoping he'd play along some more with her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 15:58:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter listened in amusement as Amanda told him of her fear of the dark. He had a smirk on his face, but it was a very kind and warm smirk; more of a loving, fatherly smile of understanding punctuated by more light puffs of sweet pipe smoke in Amanda's face.<br><br>"Afraid of monsters under the bed?" he asked with a chuckle. He then leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. "Well you've got nothing to be afraid of with me. You're more than welcome to cuddle with me anytime."<br><br>He held her close in his strong arms, like a father snuggling his daughter. "I'll take good care of you, baby," he said with another kiss. "Nothing's gonna happen to you with me. Nobody's ever going to hurt you again..."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 06:43:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda smiled as he promised to protect her and love her. She kissed him over and over and over and over again. She found herself falling for him more and more and loved it. She ended up laying her head in his lap so he could finally watch the game and fell asleep near the end of it. She was tired from the whole day again and it was getting late. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 04:47:56</strong>
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				The two kissed some more for a while before Amanda fell asleep. Peter watched the game a bit more, then turned off the TV and extinguished his pipe. He then stood up with Amanda in his arms and carried her upstairs to his bedroom, where he gently removed her robe and tucked her into bed, then got ready for bed himself, slipping naked under the covers beside her and cuddling her in his arms as he drifted off to sleep.<br><br>It was 6:30 the next morning. Peter, unlike most people, didn't usually sleep in on a Sunday. He woke up and gave Amanda a gentle kiss on the forehead, then slipped out from under the covers. He had an early morning erection that was driving him crazy and he was desperate to do something about it...<br><br><em>WHACK!</em><br><br>Peter had just lashed Amanda on the stomach with the riding crop he'd used on her a couple nights earlier. The blow was all but guaranteed to wake her up--and when she would wake up, Amanda would find herself with her wrists above her head, locked to the headboard in bondage cuffs.<br><br>Oh yes, and Peter also had the collar around her neck--the collar indicating that she was now his slave and had to let him use her as he wished.<br><br>Peter was standing over her, naked and with a throbbing erection. He looked down at her with a delightfully wicked smile while brandishing the riding crop. "Forgive me for the rude wakeup, baby; I just couldn't wait anymore," he said. He tossed the crop aside and knelt onto the bed, prying open her legs.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 08:23:27</strong>
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				Amanda felt a sudden rush of pain in her dream and her eyes shot open. She groaned out in pain, the dreaming making her scream actually. When she tried to move she couldn't looking up at her hands she saw that they were bound, then felt the collar on her. "What are you doing..." she groggily asked. Suddenly he was at her legs. She wasn't wet, she'd been sleeping and her body wasn't prepared. Amanda whimpered a bit and looked at him. "It's 5 am, and you&nbsp; are ready for this kind of sex NOW?" She asked him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 04:14:36</strong>
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				Kneeling between Amanda's spread legs, Peter looked into her eyes. She looked tired and confused--and perhaps a bit scared. He leaned forward and began touching her face.<br><br>"It's ok baby," he said. "I don't mean to hurt you. I just... well, you should probably know, it's been years since I had any sexual 'excitement' in my life... I mean, I'm a man; I have needs..." He didn't want to suggest that he just wanted Amanda for sex, because this wasn't true--Amanda was more than just a lover. She was a companion. She was a friend. She was someone he could take care of, and whom he knew would take care of him when he needed it.<br><br>He leaned over and kissed her on the lips as his manhood brushed against her slit, but didn't break through yet. "I'm sorry... I just need to kiss you... and touch you..." His hands began stroking her face and neck as he continued kissing his immobilized lover.<br><br>"The keys... are on the end table..." he panted between smooches, motioning to the keys to the bondage cuffs. "I can... let you out... if you want..." Though she was his slave for the moment, he wanted her to be comfortable, and if she wanted him to let her out he'd gladly do so. Of course, if she wanted to stay handcuffed and at his mercy, he'd be more than happy to let her do that, too.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 04:33:37</strong>
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				Amanda looked at him as he apologized. "Not that ... it just scared me..." she said as she looked at him. She was still not fully awake and was trying to make sure this wasn't all just a dream still. "No no... it's okay... i'll be your slave..." she said, yawning and still trying to get herself to wake up. She loved him, wanted to make him happy, not thinking that it would be before he went to work though. Amanda's helpless body was his for the taking now. <br><br>((sorry, short post))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 04:47:37</strong>
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				((no problem; it'll work&nbsp; ;) ))<br><br>Though he was initially apologetic, hearing the words "I'll be your slave" brought out the dominating side of Peter once again. He grinned, clearly indicating that it was what he wanted to hear.<br><br>His manhood was soon all the way inside her, completely filling her cavity and touching every sensitive nerve. She was dry and not aroused at the moment; he hoped that would change. He began pushing slowly while tenderly stroking her face and breasts. Even though his pleasure was foremost on his mind, he always got delight at knowing Amanda was sexually fulfilled as well.<br><br>For the next few minutes, he fucked her--alternating between rough and aggressive thrusts and gentle, smoother movements--while kissing her, touching her intimately, and telling her more about how beautiful she was. At one point, he leaned down towards her. "Do you like it?" he asked. He gave her hair a short pull. "Tell me you love it, baby," he said with a grin.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 09:17:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th01.deviantart.net/fs71/200H/i/2012/274/3/c/bed_bondage_4_by_ej_merrick-d5ggd23.jpg)</div>Amanda moaned as he felt him shove himself inside of her dry pussy. It hurt, a lot, but it didn't take long for the pain to go away as she was soaking wet soon after. Her helpless body was his for the taking and boy was he taking it alright. The way that he touched her she could only sigh in pleasure. As he got more aggressive she only got louder and louder. "Oh god,... oh god yes i love it..." she moaned when he pulled her hair. "I love it so much... oh my god!" Her hips soon moved with his and she started to think about the kinky things that he could do to her. She got very wet as she imaged him putting her in a position that would probably torture her, make her go wild! She wondered if he'd do that to her, how it'd make her feel, if he'd share her with his friends at a poker game... oh the things he could do to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 03:57:27</strong>
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				Peter soon reached climax and fired his seed into Amanda's pussy. After catching his breath, he gave her a kiss on the lips before undoing her handcuffs. He then slipped the collar off of her neck.<br><br>"You're free--at least, for now," he said. But his words were spoken with a warm smile, suggesting that even though she'd end up his slave again later that day, it would be an enjoyable experience.<br><br>This continued for the next couple weeks. Peter would have Amanda pleasure him--usually with sex although sometimes simply by making her masturbate him if she wasn't in the mood--before work, then they'd have a nice breakfast together before they'd head off to work. Throughout the day, they'd send loving and flirty text messages to each other, and on occasion they'd even visit each other during their lunch break at the other person's respective job (which was easy, as they worked in the same shopping mall). Then, after Peter got home (he usually got out later than Amanda), she'd have dinner ready for them and they'd sit down to eat.<br><br>Following dinner, they'd then get kinky: Peter would put the collar on Amanda and she'd resume her role as his slave. Sometimes he'd make her do menial tasks like lighting his pipe or massaging his shoulders. Occasionally, he'd make her dance seductively for him; other times, he'd order her to do degrading things like fingering herself or stripping nude in front of him. If he was feeling especially aggressive, he'd tie her down with bondage ropes or handcuff her, work her over with either the riding crop or a paddle, then, after her back and buttocks were suitably raw, he'd either teasingly finger her or make crawl along the rough carpeted floor so she could suck his cock (and he'd always make her swallow as much as she could). Other times, while she was immobilized, he'd simply lay her down on the floor or bed and start fucking her.<br><br>It may have been rough. It may have been degrading. But in the end, after he'd gotten his power fix, Peter would always undo Amanda from her binds, remove the collar, then hold her in his arms and kiss her and tell her how much he loved her.<br><br><br>It was Friday night, a couple weeks after Amanda had moved in. Peter and Amanda had just finished dinner and were now relaxing at the table with some wine. Peter held Amanda's hand and tenderly stroked her fingers while taking relaxed puffs on his pipe. The room was lit only by a dim ceiling light, and smelled pleasantly of smoke; a warm, relaxed, and intimate atmosphere. <br><br>"You know, dear," he said in a gentle, not-at-all domineering voice. "I love you very much, and I want nothing more than for you to be happy. Just your honest opinion: how do you feel about... well, you know, our little sexual games? It's something that I enjoy--I enjoy... well, having power over you. But I want to make sure that you enjoy it, too."<br><br>He was asking not just to make sure that she was comfortable, but also because he had a radical and extremely kinky idea--he, too, had thought of sharing her with his buddies at the poker game. He, too, had thought of how amazingly arousing it would be to see three other men taking advantage of her while he stood back and watched. He did, however, want to run it by her beforehand--he didn't know what Amanda's limits were, and he'd possibly pushed them a few times already, and something like this would definitely have to be talked about beforehand. But holy cow, how amazing would it be if she was willing to go along with it!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 08:16:43</strong>
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				When Amanda felt him cum she felt herself cum with him. SHe loved it. She felt lightheaded in pleasure. <br><br>Over the next few weeks she fell more and more in love with Peter. Some people hassled her about the age difference but she didn't really care about that and she told them that. She didn't tell him about all the trouble SHE was getting by being with him. People looked at her differently, some people called her a tramp blah blah it was all stupid stuff. When she'd go to see him at lunch she loved it, everyone there knew her, smiled, laughed, they seemed to like her. When he'd go to see her at lunch she'd hate it, people glared a lot. Amanda hadn't told him that she'd quit, she'd been home all day trying to keep the house clean for him and have dinner ready for him and sometimes his friends at poker nights and she had some energy for the sex he was into. Amanda really was embracing it. She loved it actually, more and more she'd crawl around for him, she'd get sad when he'd take the collar off and wouldn't use the leash on her... <br><br>When Peter spoke to her about friday night she blushed a bit. SHe stayed quiet for a while. "I'm liking them more than you think." She said to him. "A lot..." <br><br><br>((i'm sorry.. short post))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 02:46:11</strong>
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				((&nbsp; ;) ))<br><br>Peter had noticed that Amanda was far more comfortable around his employees and his friends than her own. The workers at DeNucci's treated Amanda as one of their best friends; the waiters and waitresses always got her lunch orders promptly, and were always ready for warm and friendly chit-chat, and even some of the regular customers would take time and socialize with her--though, notably, no young punks tried their hand with her again. The people overall were very kind and friendly, and it was clear that they genuinely liked her. Even when Peter would have his friends over for poker nights, Amanda was very comfortable and friendly with the much-older men, usually starting out by serving food and beer but eventually sitting down at the table to socialize, trade occasionally-crude jokes, and even sit in on a few hands herself (Peter always covered her wagers). She seemed to greatly enjoy hanging with the men in their lively, energetic and fun-filled world in the party basement.<br><br>At her own job, the mood was far different. People would look at her with resentment and occasionally outright hostility--to the point where Peter and Amanda eventually quit going there for lunch entirely. Peter noticed lately that she hadn't been wearing her normal work uniform when she'd go to DeNucci's for lunch, but he hadn't said anything about it yet.<br><br>The sex was wonderful beyond words, and much to Peter's relief she seemed to greatly enjoy it. "I see you blushing," he said with a playful wink. He took hold of her hand, stroking it tenderly.<br><br>"I was wondering about something," he said. "You know I'm going to be having the guys over tomorrow night... Well, I was wondering... how would you feel if I asked you to kind of fool around with them for a bit? I won't lie to you--they talk a lot about you, and they like you. They like you a lot. What do you think? I think it would maybe be a... pleasurable experience for all of us, yourself included."<br><br>Peter wasn't exaggerating--at times, the men did come off as a bit flirtatious with Amanda. However, none of them (perhaps assuming that Peter would disapprove) had ever made a move on her beyond a kiss on the cheek. Now, it seemed that Peter was actually offering her up to his buddies--and seemed to have no qualms about doing so.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 19:17:35</strong>
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				Amanda loved how his friends and employees loved to just talk to her. It was nice to not feel judged. Almost all of them had her order memorized and practically ready for her by the time she got there. The fact that no one had noticed her not in uniform was a relief. She didn't want to answer to anyone about this. Amanda almost felt like she might've been lying to Peter, but she justified by telling herself that he hadn't asked and that not telling him wasn't lying to him...was it? Would he be upset with for her? Would he punish her sexually?<br><br>As Peter started to talk to her about sharing her she just stared at him, letting him talk before she said anything. Was he joking? She put the dishes she was working on down and sat next to him. "Wh-... no... hmm.." She took a second. "Peter... I trust you... If this is something that you feel is.." she was a bit nervous. "i love you. If you trust them then it's fine... I just... hmm... I would prefer for you- Can you... well... make me your... pet? it'd be a little easier for me if you ... like... blindfolded me and stuff..." she blushed even more and looked away as she pictured herself blindfolded and bound for him... for them... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 22:53:00</strong>
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				Amanda seemed to get nervous when Peter suggested sharing her with his buddies. Not that she didn't want to do it, but that it was... well, different. Instead of being at the mercy of the man she loved, she'd be at the mercy of the man she loved <em>plus </em>three other men. It had the potential to get very rough and exhausting, but Peter wouldn't have suggested it if he didn't think that everyone involved would benefit and enjoy it.<br><br>She suggested making her a pet and blindfolding her, which Peter thought was a good idea. They'd employed the leash once or twice during their sex games, and they'd also toyed with blindfolds as well. Peter also figured they could use the riding crop, handcuffs or bondage ropes, and probably other toys in his stash. As her cheeks reddened further, she turned away from him.<br><br>Peter took her hand while puffing on his pipe; the smoke surrounded Amanda like a comforting blanket. "Everything will be just fine, my dear," he said, leaning close to her and resting his hand on her shoulder. "Everything will be just fine. I'm in charge--you know it, and they'll know it, too." His words were meant to show that, though it would get kinky and probably rough, Peter wouldn't let his buddies take advantage of Amanda. He may have been willing to let them have their way with her, but <em>he </em>was her master, first and foremost. And she was <em>his </em>woman.<br><br>Taking her face with his hand, he kissed her lovingly on the lips. "I love you, Amanda. Tell you what: How about you finish up those dishes, and while you do that, I'll pour us some wine and put on some music. Sound good, darling?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>13-10-2013, 08:07:36</strong>
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				Amanda took in a deep long breath of his vanilla scented smoke and felt herself relax a bit. She didn't know why but that smell was just something that soothed her nerves a lot of the time. When he promised that everything would be find she nodded. "Do you think your buddies would even want to do that?" She asked him. When he kissed, she kissed back and smiled. "Music would be nice..." she said as she got back up and handed him two wine glasses and then went back to her dishes. <br><br>The next day Amanda spent most of the day making sure that the house was clean, that there was food for everyone, dessert for everyone and enough cigars for them. She wasn't exactly sure what Peter had in mind, but he wouldn't tell her what he was planning. She didi realize that they were out of wine and when to the store with her credit card and keys to make a quick run for the best wine they had. They kind that she got was somewhat girly, for her. Chocovine with a raspberry flavor in it. And the bottle she got for the guys a Spanish Rioja. <br><br>Before any of the men got there she had a pile of quesadilla's on a plate for the men to snack on and some steak starting to cook so the house smelled great. On the table were a few beers to start off with the food and she stayed in the kitchen preparing the food. The guys laughed around and joked a bit while she cooked and prepared spanish rice for them as well. She made herself a small plate and sat with them, very close to Peter and giggled with them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>13-10-2013, 19:11:25</strong>
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				Peter's buddies--Randy, Mark and Joe, the same guys who had helped Amanda move in a few weeks earlier--began arriving at about 6:00PM. All three were middle-aged men wearing semi-formal shirts and pants, and were around medium-to-heavy build. Mark's son, Eric, didn't accompany them; he never joined his dad on poker nights. So this meant that it would be young Amanda spending the evening with four much-older men.<br><br>Not that this was a problem. The guys had already come over a few times for poker, and had always hit it off great with Amanda. They greeted her with hugs and friendly kisses. Randy, the biggest member of the group and also the most outgoing, put his arm around Amanda's shoulders and gave her a kiss on the forehead when he came in. "Well, well, you're looking lovely as always, my dear!" he said, playing with the spaghetti straps of the long, black dress Peter had chosen for her to wear that evening. It was a classy outfit that was both conservative and slightly flirty: it consisted of a long and flowing skirt that went down to her ankles, with a tight, low-cut upper half that plunged just above her breasts and showed off her shapely figure nicely.<br><br>The men were relaxing downstairs and chatting while Amanda finished cooking. Once she was done, they immediately began digging in. "Damn, steak and rice?" Mark asked. "We're gonna have to have poker night here <em>every </em>night!" Notably, Mark was the only one in the group who was married.<br><br>The guys traded jokes and small talk with Amanda--who sat between Peter and Randy--and with each other as they enjoyed the great meal. The entire time, Peter gave smiling glances to Amanda as she snuggled close to him. As of yet there wasn't anything odd going on, aside from light chit-chat and occasional playful winks from Randy. The collar and leash hadn't come out yet, but likely would later in the evening.<br><br>After they were done eating, the poker game began. The men lit up their cigars, filling the small party basement with the rich and fragrant smoke that accompanied their poker nights. Before dealing the chips and cards, Peter turned to Amanda. "Going to join us for a few hands, honey?" he asked. Amanda did occasionally join the guys for their poker games for at least a few hands, and Peter would always cover her wager.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>14-10-2013, 10:47:43</strong>
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				Amanda wondered why he'd put her in such a long dress, she didn't normally wear them. She spent most of dinner holding Peter's leg under the table to show her dedication to him. Wondering if he told them what his plans were for her. Being offered to play a few rounds Amanda smiled. "No thank you. I think I'm just going to try and get the dishes done sooner tonight... Last time it took me way too long." She giggled as she started to pick up her dishes and then a few others. She was holding them like a waitress. Amanda had great balance. She walked in and out of the room a few times until all the dishes that weren't being used anymore were gone. She spent about 35 minutes working on all the dishes, not trying but she put them on the rack to do that. When he was done she walked back over to Peter and massaged him for a second, leaning down to talk in his ear. "If we aren't going to do anything tonight that's okay... I'll be in the room." she said. She then kissed his cheek and stood up. <br><br>"Well boys. I'm starting to get a little tired so I think I will go to bed. Thank you for eating the food." she giggled and gave each one of them a hug and a kiss on the cheek, meeting Peter to kiss his lips. She started to put away to head to the door... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>15-10-2013, 02:49:49</strong>
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				The men were largely focused on the game as Amanda cleaned the dishes, though each time she came back into the room she got a few more flirty stares. About a half hour passed, during which the men finished off their first cigars and beers of the evening, and also finished off Randy--who was out of chips and hadn't won even a single hand.<br><br>"Really, you bluffed with a pair of fours?" Mark asked incredulously.<br><br>After Amanda said goodbye to the men, she gave each of them hugs and kisses before turning to go back upstairs. Randy, however, stopped her by taking her by the hand. "You're leaving us this early, baby? Surely you could stay a little bit longer..." He wrapped his large, muscular arm around her waist and tickled her on the stomach. He soon took her into his lap. The other men--including Peter--looked on in amusement. Randy was naturally playful and somewhat flirty when it came to Amanda; this, however, was a bit more aggressive for him, but it was still kind of cute to watch.<br><br>"Yeah, honey," Peter said as he stood up and walked towards her. "We're just getting started..." With that, he reached into his pocket--out came the collar. As Randy held her in his lap, he put it on her neck.<br><br>She was his slave again. The fun was about to begin...<br><br>Peter then walked off and headed upstairs. Randy, meanwhile, continued to give Amanda light tickles and gentle kisses on the cheeks as she sat in his lap. "Comfortable, sweetheart?" he asked, his huge arms protectively holding Amanda close to him. Mark and Joe sat across the table with excited and devious grins on their faces. It seemed that the men were, in fact, aware of what Peter had planned--and were eagerly anticipating their chances to have some fun with his woman.<br><br>Peter returned about a minute later--this time holding a large bondage rope, a blindfold, a leash and a riding crop. "Oh yeah!" the men said in anticipation.<br><br>"Over here, baby," Peter said to Amanda.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 04:01:04</strong>
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				When Randy grabbed her hand and called her baby she looked up at him, seeing that he wasn't planning on letting her go anytime soon. As he pulled her in and tickled her Amanda blushed and laughed and was suddenly in his lap. Randy had always been a flirt with her, but he hadn't bee like this before. It made Amanda blush actually. Peter seemed to egg him on and gave her that look that told her this was going to be it. The collar on her neck, she felt her heart starting to race as her nipples got hard against her bra in anticipation. <br><br>When Peter left her there with the men her heart sank. Was he really going to just leave her there? He wasn't going to go join in? Randy kissed on her and teased her some more while he possessively held her to him. She looked around at the other men, seeing that knowing look that Peter was giving before. He'd told them what was going to happen, but not her. Amanda felt nervous now, unsure if Peter was going to come back or not. <br><br>Amanda was relieved to see Peter come back, but then she looked at his hands. Ropes... a blindfold, and that crop he seemed to like to spank her with...As he called her to him Randy let her go, but then grabbed her collar and forced her down to her knees. Crawling over to Peter Amanda's mind started to run with what Peter had in mind. This was one of her fantasies. She felt herself get wet as she thought about him tying her up, covering her eyes and being fucked and used by she didn't know who... Amanda finally reached Peter's feet and stood up in front of him, looking into his eyes. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 03:08:56</strong>
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				"On your feet," Peter said, speaking in a calm but authoritative voice. Amanda was soon up on her feet.<br><br>Peter then leaned in and gave her a long kiss on the lips. It seemed that this was meant to either assure Amanda that everything would be ok, or perhaps to remind the men that, while they'd be able to have their own fun with her soon enough, <em>he </em>was still Amanda's master.<br><br>After he finished kissing her, he spoke. "Alright, take off the dress." He helped her disrobe, removing the long black evening dress from her body and tossing it aside, then taking off her bra and undies as well. The guys snickered with delight at the sight of her nude body, looking at each other and seemingly brainstorming ways they could use that body.<br><br>Soon after, the blindfold covered Amanda's eyes.<br><br>Now blind, Amanda's body was then wrapped in the bondage rope. The rope was about 10 feet long and fairly thin but a bit rough on the skin. She was bound in a random pattern that left her breasts hanging out but her hands immobilized behind her back. She was now completely helpless and at the mercy of the four men...<br><br>Amanda was soon picked up and placed in a sitting position on the table, her legs opened up and hanging over the edge. Randy, Mark and Joe each let out excited comments such as "All ours, baby!" and "Here we go!"<br><br>Hands began groping her breasts. Rough and strong hands. One pair was very soft and gentle, the other rough and aggressive. One of the men began kissing her on the lips. A few seconds later, a cigar was inserted into her vagina. Twisting and pushing it in and out, the unknown man molested her with the thick tobacco stick for nearly thirty seconds, getting it good and damp before taking it out. A lighter flicked, and seconds later the aroma of smoke filled Amanda's nose. The men then started fingering her pussy, laughing and chortling all the way.<br><br>"You like it, baby?" Peter asked. "Tell 'em how much you like it!" It was clear that this was only the beginning...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>19-10-2013, 19:14:47</strong>
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				Amanda stood up in front of her love and looked into his eyes, but closed them as they started to kiss each other passionately.&nbsp; She wrapped her arms around him as she pressed herself to him, hearing the men whistle at the scene they had going on. As he started to take off her dress, she looked up at him, the nervousness and the shyness she once had with him returned. Once off she blushed and slightly tried to cover herself a bit. She could feel the men watching her, and suddenly, she was second guessing if this was the right decision. <br><br>Once the blindfold was on her face she was gulping, shaking a bit. Then she was bound, each step made her closer and closer to backing out. As soon as she was unable to move and placed down on the table, the hands started to grope at her body and it was already too late to back out. Her heart was pounding in her ears. The hands roamed about her body and a few times she shied away from the hands and fingers, which only made them laugh. When she felt something at her opening she whimpered a bit and soon smelled the smoke.<em> Seriously? Someone just stuck a cigar in me? </em> she thought to herself. <br><br>As she was enduring it all, she tried to keep a steady breath, this was even more nerve racking than she'd anticipated. When the questions started she nodded and whimpered. "I love it master..." she whimpered, her voice was soft and clearly nervous. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>19-10-2013, 21:34:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was more finger fucking, more kissing, more groping. Even the men lost track of how long it lasted; it went anywhere from a few minutes to a half-hour. Eventually, however, Peter decided to do something different.<br><br>"Hold up guys," he said. Amanda was soon lifted off the table and laid onto the floor. There was some conversation amongst the men as, presumably, they gave her a bit of time to recompose herself--and also to plan out what was coming next. "Man, I've gotta..." "You'll get your turn!" "Think she can take it?" This was the conversation that was heard.<br><br>Suddenly, Amanda was propped up onto her knees. The blindfold then came off; she could now see the men who were having their way with her. Amanda was now kneeling on the floor before the three men, who were standing over her with excited grins on their faces. That, and their cocks hanging out of their pants--the guys were so greatly aroused, they were actually jacking off right in front of her. Joe and Mark were each holding riding crops, while Randy had removed his belt from his pants and was brandishing it in his hand. (Notably, Joe was also puffing on the stub of a cigar--presumably he'd been the one who'd put it in her earlier.)<br><br>Peter, meanwhile, attached the leash to Amanda's collar before helping her up to her feet. "Here's what you're gonna do," he ordered. "You'll follow me as I lead you over to them, and they'll whip you. Understood?"<br><br>He then walked her with the leash over to the man, Joe and Randy standing at one side and Mark on the other. Hard, stinging blows soon rained onto her buttocks and upper thighs. The riding crops stung and left light red marks but it was nothing she hadn't received before. Randy's belt, however, was much harder and sharper; it left large, red welts on her backside and legs. The men howled with delight as they continued stroking their cocks.<br><br>Peter then led her back through the men again; there was more whipping and beating. He then turned to Amanda. Amidst the laughter from the men, he looked down at her. "Are you doing ok?" he asked. Even though he was clearly loving this, he wanted to make sure that it didn't become too much for her. Once again, his domineering and brutal side was mixed in with his true, compassionate personality.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>22-10-2013, 06:03:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda was whimpering and moaning as they played with her body more and more. As it stopped she panted and tried to catch her breath. She couldn't help but over hear what the men were saying as she was forced on the floor. They seemed to be arguing over her. It made her blush a bit, only because she'd never had so many men fighting over her this way. Her mind was stuck on Peter though, she knew she was IN LOVE with him. She'd never do this for anyone else, never even considered it. For him... anything. <br><br>When Amanda felt Peter's hands on her, she knew they were his hands. She knew those hands. The blindfold came off and it was clear she was nervous about all of this. Looking up she saw the other men, but she was looking at Peter. The men were stroking themselves as they stared down at her, which made her blush all the more. She saw the crops and felt her heart sink a bit. They were going to hit her... <br><br>Forced up and moved a bit she looked into Peter's eyes. "I'm scared..." she admitted to him. This was a lot for her to take. It was a challenge to handle him when they were alone, let alone three other people. But soon enough he was forcing her to walk. Amanda was clearly hesitant as they walked through the small sea of men. <br><br>Each hit that was made contact with her made her whimper louder and louder, then she felt the belt and she gasped and groaned out in pain. The tears started to form in her eyes as the stinging was more and more apparent to her. Looking back up at Peter she was shaking, trembling. "This isn't easy..." she confessed. She could see the happiness in his eyes and looked down and took a deep breath. She wanted to stop, but he was enjoying this. "I'm fine Peter." She said as she wiped the almost tear drop. She needed to do this, for him. She wanted to. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 02:56:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda was frightened. Peter could tell that this experience--at least the torture aspect of it--was more than she'd been ready for. Despite the fact that it was already giving him a huge erection, he didn't want it to become too much for her.<br><br>He felt one more round would be enough.<br><br>He wiped the tear from her eye, then gave her another kiss on the lips as he smiled down at her. "You're doing great, baby," he said. "It'll all be worth it, ok?" He fully intended to make this experience memorable for her--not just for the pain, but for the reward that would follow.<br><br>He took her leash again and led his bound and collared lady through the men and back again one more time. More whipping, more wicked laughing. Amanda's buttocks and upper legs were covered with welts; the belt, in particular, had left numerous raised welts, some of which came close to bleeding. But despite the fact that she was hit a combined total of forty times by the crops and the belt, the men hadn't drawn blood.<br><br>"Alright, boys; I think she's had enough of the flogging," Peter said with a chuckle as he wrapped his arms around her and let Amanda bury her head in his chest.<br><br>The gleeful laughter was over; the men were now very calm. They were still smiling, though, and in fact were still stroking their exposed cocks.<br><br>"You ok, kitten?" Randy asked in a kind and tender voice.<br><br>The men were clearly just taking a break--it was obvious that there was more to come. It probably wouldn't involve flogging, but Peter wasn't done sharing his woman with his buddies just yet.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 05:33:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda closed her eyes to his touch, smiling a bit even though she was in so much pain. Kissing him back was a nice reassurance that she could do this. As she walked through the small sea of men again she felt all the blows, ever stinging hit. By the end of it she was close to sobbing. She was quivering and trying so hard to not cry harder than she already was. Amanda hid her face in her lover's chest as she tried to breath and calm herself down. The only way she could answer Randy was with a nod, but her sniffles and whimpers were very noticeable. She was bound, but doing her best to lean against Peter, showing her submission and love for him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>25-10-2013, 02:42:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was no more whipping. Peter had seen Amanda suffer enough. And, truthfully, the other men had, too--as arousing as the scene was, they didn't get their jollies out of inflicting severe injury upon a helpless woman. They, too, cared for her.<br><br>Peter held her protectively in his arms for a few seconds. As always, his love and compassion outweighed his sexual lust--but soon enough, he decided it was time for some more action. "How about some two-on-one?" he suggested to the men.<br><br>"Hell, yeah!" "Let's do it!" The men were all game for it--one would fuck her, while another would let her suck him, and the group would rotate amongst themselves.<br><br>"What do you say, honey?" Peter asked, looking down at Amanda before giving her another kiss on the lips. He began covering her eyes with the blindfold...<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 19:42:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda panted as she was being held by Peter. When he made his suggestion she said nothing. This was his call. She still had the collar on. She only nodded at them and leaned against Peter's body until he decided to move her. <br><br><br>((sorry, short post))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 21:11:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With Amanda's approval, Peter slipped the blindfold over her eyes, then walked her (by the leash) over to a spot on the floor and had her lay down on her back. He then whispered something to the guys, presumably instructing them on just how far they could go with Amanda.<br><br>A few seconds later, a man knelt beside Amanda's head. A hand--clearly not Peter's--stroked her face, then gently turned her head to the side.<br><br>The tip of an erect cock brushed against her lips.<br><br>As this was happening, Amanda's legs were spread open by another pair of hands--again, gentle and slow, but definitely not Peter's. Another man's cock started slowly pushing its way into her slit; it was a very large cock, and fit quite tight inside of her.<br><br>The only noises to be heard were low moans and grunts--none of the men were howling and hooting with joy as they had been before. Most likely, this was to conceal their identities to Amanda. Even now, with two men about to fuck their still-immobilized victim orally and vaginally at the same time, they were very quiet and methodical.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 05:56:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda saw nothing again. Everything was black while her hands gripped him a little harder until he was leading her again. As she was put onto her back and left there, she wondered what was going to happen to her. What he had in mind for her. Once she felt a man at her side she felt her heart starting to race. She knew it wasn't Peter, she didn't have to have him touch her for her to know that it wasn't him. Then she felt hot flesh touch her lips and she was forced to open her mouth. She could taste the pre-cum on the cock as she bobbed her head on it. <br><br>Amanda gasped when her legs were pushed open and an unfamiliar cock entered her body. She groaned on the cock as her pussy muscles tried to adjust to this rather large cock. It was almost like Peter's, but still not Peter. Litter whimpers left her mouth as she was taking in both of the men, not knowing who it was. However, this wasn't nearly as bad as the beatings. This actually got her wet. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>30-10-2013, 04:05:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The man at Amanda's head slowly eased his cock into her mouth, encouraging her to suck away. He wasn't too rough and, in fact, was fairly easy on her, softly stroking her hair as she sucked him. The man between her legs was a bit rougher and more aggressive, but still was clearly trying not to inflict pain.<br><br>The two-on-one continued for a couple minutes, then the men both pulled out at the same time. Seconds later, another cock went into her mouth, and another went between her legs. They both began fucking away, with the man at her mouth pushing a little harder than the previous one and at one point triggering her gag reflex.<br><br>This went on for another fifteen or so minutes; with each pair going for about 2-3 minutes before trading off. At a few points, Peter got in on the act as well, but for the most part he seemed more content to just watch. Notably, none of the men had cum yet. Maybe Peter had ordered them not to do so--especially since none of them were wearing condoms. Instead, they calmly rotated about, pleasuring her as she pleasured them. Judging by the wetness between her legs, they could see that she was enjoying it as well--in fact, if she'd wanted, Peter would have let Amanda try to push one of the men to orgasm.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>30-10-2013, 06:47:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda was glad that that first set of men weren't being too rough. She moaned on ones cock as she took in the other with her sex. It was rather nice. <br><br>When the men pulled out and she felt another set replace them she could tell that the three were rotating, none of them were Peter's cock, that was the one she was most looking forward too. The rougher they went, the more she gagged and the tighter she became on them. This seemed to go on for a long time, but not in the bad way, in the way that seemed like Peter's commands were never ending. She was wet and throbbing with need to cum, yet none of them were letting her. Amanda whimpered as this was going on now, for too long. She was so ready to cum. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>02-11-2013, 02:31:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The men continued taking turns with Amanda. After a while, she had been penetrated--orally and vaginally--by every cock in the room. But by the wetness between her legs, it was clear that she was getting off on the treatment just as much as the men were.<br><br>The action continued. Each of the men got harder and progressively more aggressive as time went on. Eventually, one of the men she was giving oral to ejaculated down her throat; the man--it sounded like Mark, which implied that he apparently didn't have a problem playing sex games with a young woman when his wife wasn't around--let out a sigh of pleasure as he pulled out of her mouth and the other men chuckled in delight.<br><br>"Give me one!" whispered the guy who was forcefully fucking Amanda between the legs. He quickly yanked himself out of her, then shoved himself back in again, this time wearing a condom. Apparently Peter had insisted the men wear condoms to keep from impregnating her. He continued thrusting and eventually reached climax. <br><br>Once the man pulled out, another cock--this one covered as well--started pushing its way inside her and eventually came within seconds. Another guy knelt down and put his manhood in Amanda's mouth, encouraging her to suck away. The previous man pulled out from between her legs and he was then replaced by another cock--and this one was not covered by rubber.<br><br>It was Peter.<br><br>The action went on for a few more seconds as Peter thrust hard into Amanda, trying to reward her for a job well done by pushing her to orgasm. Soon, the other guy at her mouth ejaculated and pulled out, while Peter continued fucking her. By the hardness of his cock and the roughness of his thrusts, it was obvious that he'd greatly enjoyed the sight of his buddies having their way with his woman--and he desperately needed to release.<br><br>He eventually got his release--firing his seed hard into her pussy just a few seconds later. The men reacted with a round of applause as his unmistakable moan of pleasure filled the room.<br><br>It was finally over. Peter pulled out of Amanda and took off her blindfold, using it to wipe the mens' cum from her mouth before giving her a kiss on the forehead and undoing her bonds. "You did great, baby," he said.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 06:26:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda moaned as the men went at it with her. She had gone through so much already, she didn't even have a sense of time this way. It was amazing. She hadn't been allowed to cum from any of them, they would make her get close, but never did they let her cum yet. <br><br>She could hear the men talking, but wasn't sure as to what they were whispering about. When he pulled out she panted a bit, but just as quickly he was in her pussy again. It felt different, was that a condom? It must've been. Peter still hadn't been wearing a condom, so she tried to note to herself that she needed to take a test soon and get herself onto the pill again. She hadn't had to in so long but now it was happening on the normal. <br><br>This went on for a while, each man taking their turn with her to get them off with her pussy. When Peter's cock went in her she was louder when she moaned and seemed to get tighter. "Oh master..." she moaned, knowing that it was him for sure. No condom and a very familiar dick. Her body was able to move with his as they fucked each other, she could hear the guys cooing and egging him on with her. When he came so did she. Amanda screamed in pleasure as she was FINALLY able to get release. <br><br>"I love you..." She said as she looked up at him. When she was untied she grabbed his face and kissed him. "So much." She was so tired, her body weak and her mind was spinning. She looked up at the other guys and started to blush again as she could now see them. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>05-11-2013, 05:21:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After untying Amanda, Peter took her into his arms and cuddled her close. "Mmmmm... I love you, baby," he whispered. The other men watched the scene with smiles on their faces as they panted to catch their breath.<br><br>Amanda had impressed them. None of them could think of any woman who would willingly take what she had. She'd been stripped, bound, degraded, tortured, and fucked by four men at once. And she'd taken it all. She'd taken it all because she knew Peter wanted her to. "You're a damn lucky man, Pete," said Randy as he patted him on the shoulder.<br><br>It was time to call the poker night to a close. The men volunteered to help clean up, and took care of picking up the food and drinks. Peter, meanwhile, helped clean off Amanda and put her clothes back on again. After she was in her black dress once again, all of the men gave Amanda loving hugs and kisses on the cheeks as they headed out; it was clear that even after they'd abused her so roughly, at the end of the day they still cared for her. They may have been aggressive and brutal, but they were also very sweet and compassionate.<br><br>"Hope we weren't too rough, baby doll," said Joe.<br><br>Peter let Amanda sit (or lay, if she so desired) on the couch on the opposite side of the basement while he went upstairs to see the men off. When he returned, he calmly walked down the stairs into the basement and gave Amanda a kind and loving smile, then turned the radio to a relaxing soft instrumental station. The lovely, calming music filled the room, a far cry from the raucous screams earlier.<br><br>Glancing down at Amanda, he smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "How do you feel, honey?" he asked. "You doing ok?" Remarkably, he didn't go into a rave about how amazingly horny the incident had made him or heap praise on how well she did--even though it did make him amazingly horny and she had done very well. But for now, he was focused on more important things--the well-being of the woman he loved.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>07-11-2013, 06:20:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda stood up, pressing her naked body against Peter, suddenly shy. "I love you too." She said as she hugged him. She stayed close to him as they talked about her and his relationship. As she got dressed she started to shiver, now feeling very cold as her body relaxed more. <br><br>Amanda hugged each man goodnight and kissed their cheeks. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to act or feel with them anymore. This sort of changed things for someone her age. Was she supposed to act like it was normal? Was she supposed to flirt with them all the time now? She just didn't know where the balance of this situation was anymore. She laid down on the couch, stomach down as her back was sore, and hugged a pillow under her. "I'm okay, i'm exhausted though..." she admitted. This was a lot that she had to deal with and it had worn her out. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>08-11-2013, 03:42:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter looked down at Amanda with a tender smile. She was, as expected, worn out. The rope marks on her arms and upper back were still visible, and Peter was sure that she still had welts and bruises under her long dress from the whipping. This had been a brutal and grueling exercise, and it had clearly been pleasurable for both of them--however, Amanda had taken all the punishment. She'd taken pain for their pleasure. And Peter wanted to make it up to her--and reward her.<br><br>Crouching down beside the couch, Peter started massaging Amanda's shoulders and back. His warm, strong hands parted her hair aside and gently kneaded at her aching muscles, rubbing just above the top of her dress.<br><br>He bent down and gave her occasional kisses on the back of the neck as he did so, but for the most part he concentrated on comforting her. As his hands rubbed slowly at her back, he whispered to her, "I love you so much, baby... You make me so happy... You know I'd do anything for you..." His words were just as comforting as his massage.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>10-11-2013, 07:55:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda moaned as he massaged her back, he seemed careful to not get her welts, which was nice. She pulled back after a while of moaning and looked at him. "I'm going to go change..." she said as she got up. "I'll be back." she said as she slightly limped upstairs. She was sore, which was causing her to limp. <br><br>When she returned she was in a blue number. It was very very cute, something she'd bought for him a few days ago and was waiting. It was sexy, yet she could stay actually sleep in it. Laying back on the couch she laid on her stomach and looked at him. "Can you continue? That felt really good, i just wanted to get more comfortable..." she said cutely and in a little girl voice, something people seemed to think was cute about her. She was very animated at times. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://image.rakuten.co.jp/zoroshop/cabinet/02939633/img58819655.jpg?_ex=128x128)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>10-11-2013, 22:11:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hurry back, baby," Peter said as Amanda slowly (and painfully) walked up the steps. He frowned a bit as he watched her limp. The "game" tonight had gotten very rough, and Peter made a silent promise to himself to take it a little bit easier--at least, until Amanda was sufficiently experienced.<br><br>He was busy cleaning up a few more things in the basement when Amanda returned in a sultry blue nightie. "Well, well," he said with a clearly-impressed smile. "Where did you get that?" He was becoming horny already just watching her walk past him, the fabric billowing softly with each step. She looked and spoke almost in a child-like fashion, which brought about an air of innocence and purity to her and further strengthened Peter's own fatherly feelings towards her.<br><br>"Absolutely, honey," he said as she laid back down on the couch. He continued massaging her shoulders as the soft music from the radio continued to play through the room. After about another ten minutes, Peter leaned down to his woman and gently nuzzled her ear. "Amanda... darling, would you like to dance?" After the brutal events from earlier, Peter thought the best way to make up for it would be for the two of them to share a nice and intimate slow dance--just the two of them, as a couple. And then, follow it up with a wonderful night of passion in the bedroom.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 08:14:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda smiled as he looked her over. She loved how he looked at her. A man's eyes were looking her over, she loved it. "It's just something I had laying around." In truth, she bought it when he thought she was at work, even though she'd quit. <br><br>As he massaged her she started to moan. "Oh I love you...." she'd say from time to time. She smiled when he asked her to dance. "I'd love to...' she said as she looked at him. She waited for him to get off of her and when he did she got up and stood in the middle of the room. Her arms pulled him in, sliding up his shoulders and hugging him close. Amanda pressed her lingerie covered body against his as she slowly started to move with his. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>14-11-2013, 02:21:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The party basement--which had previously been a scene of sexual deviance and domination--was now a scene of romance and tenderness as Peter and Amanda came together at the center of the room and held each other close. Swaying gently to the music, Peter held his arms around Amanda and looked deep into her eyes, his face filled with a smile as he rested his forehead onto hers.<br><br>He led her slowly and expertly around the room. It seemed he was actually a pretty decent dancer; at a couple points, he took her hand and dipped her backwards, where he gave her a kiss on the lips before pulling her back up. As the song picked up slightly, he lifted Amanda's arm to twirl her, grinning as her short lingerie dress spun out and brushed against him. Towards the end, however, he spent most of his time simply holding her close, letting her rest her head against his chest as he held his warm arms around her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>15-11-2013, 10:03:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As they danced Amanda smiled. Each dip made her giggled, each kiss made her blush, each hug made her heart melt. She hadn't danced with anyone like this before. No one her age really knew HOW to dance like this. She would kiss his cheek from time to time. By the end the dancing had softened. "I love you so much Peter..." She said as she kissed his ear. "Can we go to the bedroom now?" She asked him as she pulled back. "i want to dance upstairs..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>16-11-2013, 20:43:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I love you, baby," Peter said back. After they finished their dance, Peter turned off the radio. He was eager to get upstairs, too.<br><br>Walking with his arm around her to keep her steady, Peter led his lady upstairs to their bedroom. Once there, he wrapped his arms around her and began kissing her, eventually laying her body on the bed. He lay on top of her and kissed her for a few more minutes, then stood up and began stripping off his clothes.<br><br>Once comfortably naked, Peter stood over her with a grin on his face. "Up for some more 'dancing', honey?" he asked. His manhood was already becoming aroused.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 08:12:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda smiled as she walked behind him, up to the room. She laid back on the bed and started to make out with him. He was so good at it. She'd just been fucked by 4 men and was still wanting to satisfy the man who had her heart. She grabbed his face, kissing him hard as she could. When he pulled back and started to strip, she watched. Her little lingerie piece was still on her body. "You look like your up for it." she giggled and teased. "Anything for you baby..."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>21-11-2013, 03:01:01</strong>
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				Other than the bottom piece, which he removed with a simple flick of the wrist, Peter decided to let Amanda keep her skimpy outfit on. It was already revealing enough to show just about everything he wanted to see. Once Amanda's legs were open and she was left vulnerable to him, he pushed his manhood inside her and began thrusting.<br><br>He was considerably gentler than the other men had been earlier. It was almost as if he were trying to make up for the pain she'd endured at his request. As he continued fucking her, he'd gently lean down and kiss her lips or stroke her face. "Doing ok, baby?" he asked every so often. He wanted this to be pleasurable--not painful. He wanted to reward her for her suffering.<br><br>The sex continued for several minutes. He took it deliberately slow to make it last, but eventually he had to speed up before reaching climax.<br><br>A short while later, the two were snuggled together beneath the covers, now fully naked. Peter's hands gently ran up and down her body; he could still feel the light welts on her back and buttocks. "How are you feeling, honey?" he asked gently. "I love you so much, Amanda..."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>22-11-2013, 09:01:47</strong>
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				Amanda smiled as her lower body was exposed to her lover. She giggled a bit, her hands teasing his skin with her touch. When he pushed in she gasped and gripped the sheets. Her back arched a bit and her toes started to curl in already. He was being so gentle. This was different. "Oh god baby..." she panted and gasped. Her hips slowly started to move with his. She was so happy. "I'm doing perfect..." she sighed in pleasure. Her hands cupped his jawline and she kissed him many times. She'd been able to come one more time that night. It was amazing. <br><br>While they were cuddling together Amanda curled up in him with a cute little smile on her face. She was still sore, and in some pain, but she'd been rewarded for it. "I'm alright." She said. "I'm probably going to sleep a lot tomorrow." she said. "Take some pain meds." she giggled as a joke. "I love you too... so much baby.' she said as she kissed his cheek. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>23-11-2013, 17:58:23</strong>
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				The two spent the evening sleeping peacefully, Peter cuddling Amanda comfortingly in his arms. The next day, they had a quick breakfast before Peter headed off to work. He usually worked Monday-Saturday, but today he had to go in even though it was a Sunday. Amanda would be alone, but at least it would give her time to rest up after the night before.<br><br><br>It was now 7:00 in the evening. Peter had gotten home a short while earlier and he and Amanda had a nice dinner together. They were now sitting in the living room having some wine and sharing nice conversation--while Peter had Amanda sitting at his feet in her collar and leash. Holding the leash with one hand, he took a long puff on one of the leftover cigars from the previous evening; thick smoke swirled into the air around them. "Comfortable, darling?" he asked, still showing his sweet side even though he was once again in full-on domineering mode.<br><br>He talked a little bit about some humorous events that had happened at work. Nothing particularly memorable, just funny stories he'd exchanged with customers or amusing screw-ups by his employees. As he took more puffs on the cigar, he turned to Amanda. "You know, you haven't talked much about your job lately. Is everything going ok for you?" He of course didn't know that she'd left, but he had noticed that she'd been very quiet about her own job recently. He gently touched her hair, waiting for her response.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 09:05:24</strong>
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				Amanda awoken alone, there was nothing but silence. She ate her breakfast and then sat in the hot tub in the back. Her body was extremely sore and the jets felt amazing on her body. She cleaned the house and ordered some pizza as she was still too sore to cook. When Peter arrived she greeted him with a smile and a loving kiss. As they talked about his day she couldn't help but giggle and cuddle with him. Finally, he asked the question she'd been dreaded to hear. "Actually... I stopped working there almost a month ago..." She admitted to him. "They kept saying things about me... about us... and I ran away from it after a while. I heard them whispering and calling me things like a gold digger and whore..." she looked away from him as she picked at her pizza. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before... I just... didn't want to disappoint you that i quit my job... the only thing i had to work at and i quit..." She finished. "i'm sorry...." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 23:00:59</strong>
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				Peter stood up, then leaned against the fireplace, looking down at Amanda like a teacher would a student who'd just failed a test. He didn't seem angry at all--but he did seem disappointed, and maybe even a little hurt that Amanda had kept something this major a secret for so long.<br><br>"I'm not mad that you left your job," he said. "We certainly are doing well money-wise. But I really wish you'd told me. I'm friends with your boss; I could've spoken with him about it and we could have worked something out. The least you could have done is given proper notice--I can tell you personally that managers have no respect for someone who just quits." Certainly, being a manager himself, Peter had experienced this before.<br><br>"But on the other hand," he added in a more understanding tone, "I can understand how hurtful it must have felt for them to call you a gold digger and a whore. I can tell you right now that you are <em>not </em>a gold digger and you are <em>not </em>a whore. Believe me, I've dealt with plenty of them, and I know what they look like--and I could tell right away that that wasn't you. You are my woman, and I love you very much."<br><br>And... that was it. Peter didn't reprimand Amanda any further. He calmly sat back down beside her and let her finish her pizza while he finished off his cigar. It seemed there wouldn't be any punishment for her keeping this secret from him. However, Peter's demeanor was noticeably different--he spoke very little to Amanda for the next several minutes.<br><br>Once they were finished, Peter took her leash and stood up. "Come with me; I'm going to take a shower, and you're going to help me," he said with a calm smile. He led Amanda upstairs into the bathroom, where he took off his clothes and tossed them into the laundry chute. Instead of letting her strip off her dress, he held up his hand.<br><br>"No," he said. "You're keeping your clothes on."<br><br>So Amanda <em>was </em>being punished after all--she'd have to help Peter in the shower, and she'd have to do it fully clothed.<br><br>Stepping into the shower, a fully-nude Peter led a fully-clothed Amanda inside by her leash before turning on the water. To further add to the punishment, Peter loved his showers hot, so the water was quite warm and steamy as it cascaded onto their bodies and filled the stall with a steamy mist.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 04:44:56</strong>
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				Amanda could see that he wasn't happy with her, that same look her father gave her... she hated that look. She kept her face down as he continued to speak. "I didn't want you to go to my boss like you're my father. My father actually DID do that from time to time and it only made things worse." She admitted. When he spoke about respect she looked up at him. "HE WAS THE ONE THAT WAS LETTING IT HAPPEN!" She took a long breath as she stood up. "He literally WATCHED, why the FUCK should i respect someone like that?! He didn't deserve my notice!" She knew she sounded like a brat, but what she said wasn't a lie. He had just sat there and watched it happen. She took a deep long breath as he spoke some more as well. <br><br>When it was over, they were both silent. Peter barely spoke to her. That hurt most. She didn't argue when he told her to follow him, however, the fact that she had to be in the shower with him in clothes was ridiculous. This was her punishment. She didn't like it. Her brat side started to show as she made a face behind his back. "I'm not doing this." She told him. But he pulled her in. Soon her designer clothes were soaked with hot steaming water. She gasped at how hot it was. She was actually glaring at him at this point. They'd never really fought since they got together. The last time she looked at him this way, she barely knew him. "I want to go to my room." She said coldly. Her room. Not their room, but the room she couldn't get herself to stay in that first night. She tried to take a step away from him but the leash wouldn't let her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 05:12:36</strong>
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				Unlike Peter's previous disciplinary acts which were done before or during their lovemaking sessions, this was a true punishment. This was something that Amanda did <em>not </em>enjoy. And Peter knew it--but he continued nonetheless.<br><br>"I'm sorry to do this," he said. "But I'm the one in charge, and you're going to show me respect."<br><br>He wasn't screaming or hollering, not like he probably would with anyone else. Instead, he spoke in a calm, but very stern, tone of voice. He let his actions do the real talking.<br><br>He held Amanda tight with the leash, wrapping the chain around his wrist. The collar pulled hard around her throat as the hot water continued to spray down on their already-soaked bodies. "Don't fight me, Amanda," he said in a louder voice. "You're only making this harder on yourself... Stop it, Amanda... I said <em>STOP IT!</em>"<br><br>His last words were an ear-shattering shout directly into her ear. They were punctuated with a hard slap right across Amanda's face.<br><br>In his heart, Peter felt terrible for having struck Amanda in anger. But in his head, he knew it was the only thing he could do to get her under control. He was the master of this house, and he wasn't about to tolerate any disrespect. Not from the woman whom he'd selflessly brought into his home after she'd gotten wasted, the woman whom he'd taken in and given food, money, and shelter to, the woman he'd already made numerous sacrifices for to ensure her happiness.<br><br>He looked down at her, his face hard as stone, as the shower continued to drench them in the steamy water.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 05:38:10</strong>
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				Amanda was struggling with him when he suddenly slapped her in the face. At this point everything stop. She stopped. Her hand cupped her cheek and looked up at him with tears In her eyes and pure shock all ocer her face and her jaw was dropped in pain. The only thing heard at this point was the water hitting the different surfaces. It was at this point she grabbed the leash and unhooked it from her collar, slapped him in the face and ran out of the shower. She slammed the shower door closed the did the same to the bathroom door. <br><br>Amanda ran to a room and locked the door behind her as she paced the floor as she cried. She had a few clothes in this room so she ripped off her wet clothes and changed, still crying. At this point she actually threw a vase shed brought with her when she moved in. It shattered against the wall. She stared at it for a whole and soon started to clean it up as she cried and hiccuped. She had a lot on her mind that she didn't even realized she's made some small cuts on her hands from the glass. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>05-01-2014, 00:34:46</strong>
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				Peter wasn't surprised that Amanda was angry--he'd seen her angry before back in her foul-mouthed brat days--but when she slapped him, he was genuinely surprised. His eyes went wide with shock.<br><br>Had Amanda been a man, it would have been on--the two would have had a full-scale brawl and he likely would have left her battered and unconscious. Had Amanda been one of his children, he would have also struck back, but probably just hard enough to knock them to the floor and let them know never to cross Dad again.<br><br>But... Amanda was his lover. And because of this, Peter didn't retaliate. He instead stood there calmly as she ran out of the shower and slammed the door to her private room. He heard loud sobs and the sound of something shattering.<br><br>He was in the shower for about five minutes, barely enough time to clean himself. When he finished, he dried off and got dressed again. Slowly, he stepped out of the bathroom and walked down the hallway. The door to her room was closed, but he could hear her crying from inside.<br><br>He could have unlocked the door simply by using a screwdriver. He could have gone in and thrashed Amanda within an inch of her life as a lesson to never disrespect him again. But he knew that the situation had already gotten too far out of control. It had gone physical-but-loving dom-sub relationship and had crossed over into domestic violence. Who knew how much worse things would get if he did anything more?<br><br><em>"Leave her alone,"</em> he thought to himself.<em> "Let her work it out of her system."</em><br><br>Slowly, sadly, Peter went downstairs. He picked up his pipe and filled it with tobacco, then went back up to his (well, his and Amanda's) bedroom which was across the hall from Amanda's room. He sat down at the head of the bed, lit up his pipe, and turned on the TV. He'd left the bedroom door ajar slightly, perhaps sending Amanda a message that if she wanted to talk, he was willing to do so.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>08-01-2014, 08:47:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda didn't join him in bed that night. She didn't even come out of the room in fact. She had to wrap her hands with some band aids from her cuts but that wasn't major. She slept by herself the entire night, crying herself to sleep. When she awoke she quietly and quickly got dressed and put on some make up. Amanda checked the room for him, he was still asleep. Grabbing her keys and purse, Amanda left the house. <br><br>After speeding out of the driveway she drove. She drove for a long time. She didn't really know where she was going, but in the end, she ended up at her fathers grave. She just sat there for the longest time, staring at his headstone. She literally sat there for hours until finally she realized she was hungry. She went to a small diner near the cemetery and sat in there for another few hours. Amanda needed to go back to Peter at some point, but she didn't know what to say. She didn't even know who was in the wrong, or if they were both in the wrong. <br><br>Amanda sighed as she drove home, but that wasn't until almost 3:30 pm. Pete wouldn't be home. When she did get home she went down to the cellar and grabbed a few wine bottles and locked herself in her room again, where she started to drink. She was in a little funk of depression. She didn't really know why, it just happened from time to time. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>10-01-2014, 03:50:36</strong>
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				Peter woke up the next morning to find Amanda gone. For some reason, it didn't surprise him. "Yeah, go ahead and leave!" he yelled into her empty room. "You better not be at the bar, though--I'll throw your ass out onto the street!" He spent the rest of the morning ranting angrily to himself, telling himself that Amanda was just like all the other women in his life, interested in his money and nothing else. Why the hell else would she have quit her job within just weeks of moving in with Peter? She knew she had it made; she knew that if she stayed with Peter she probably would have never had to work again. She got all the money she needed from him. Oh, sure, she got some sex out of it, too, but who knew if she even really got anything out of that? Was she maybe just letting Peter use her as his plaything just so she could have a place to live?<br><br>Though he knew he wasn't in the right mindset to do so, Peter decided to go to work anyway. And his day wasn't a pleasant one. He blew up on a cook who dropped a pizza on the floor in the kitchen and immediately sent him home. He snarled angrily at two of his waitresses who he felt took too long on their cigarette break. He threatened to punch out a man who questioned the price on his bill. It seemed nothing could go right for him today. Eventually he retreated to his office--mostly for the safety of his employees and customers rather than for his own sanity.<br><br>He began to see things differently than he had earlier today. He no longer thought of Amanda as just another heartless gold digger. She was a woman who had come to him not because of his money--in the immediate heat of his anger, Peter had stupidly forgotten that she <em>did, </em>after all, have her father's inheritance--but because of his compassion for her. Because he loved her when nobody else had. Because he'd protected her when nobody else would. Amanda may have occasionally been a brat, but she was a human being--she had feelings and emotions.<br><br>He spent most of the day absentmindedly daydreaming, and debating on whether to call Amanda. But he decided against it. Would she answer? Would she even have her cell phone on her? Where would she even be right now? He instead spent the day reading sports news on the internet, accomplishing absolutely nothing work-related. By about 5:30, he decided to go home.<br><br>On the way home, he picked up a bouquet of roses. As harsh as he could be, he was a man who was able to admit when he was wrong. And last night, he had, indeed, been wrong. He was going to go home and he and Amanda were going to have a talk--they needed to have a serious talk. But, first things first, he was going to tell her he was sorry.<br><br>He saw Amanda's car in the driveway. A nervous feeling ran through his body--when had she gotten home? What had she been doing while she was home? Holding the roses in his hand, he walked into the house. "Amanda?" he called out. He heard nothing. He then went upstairs and found her bedroom door locked. He knocked on the door. "Amanda? You in there?" he asked, speaking in a calm voice, nothing like the domineering and powerful man she knew. "Honey... I want to talk, ok? Please?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>10-01-2014, 07:45:11</strong>
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				Amanda didn't even hear Pete get home, but when he knocked on the door, she opened it. She was drunk, having finished one bottle of wine and working on another. She didn't even other to look at him as the door slowly swung open. "You here to" hiccup. "kick me out? Go ahead..." she said as she plopped onto the bed. In her mind she was telling herself how much she wasn't worth his time, how much she didn't deserve him. "I'll leave..." hiccup. "in the morning..." she said. She'd clearly been drunk crying, she'd thrown a few more things onto the ground and she was in no shape to drive.&nbsp; Amanda's hair was a mess and she was dressed in her pj's. She was feeling sorry for herself, damning herself to be alone forever. <br><br>(sorry, short post)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>11-01-2014, 03:26:45</strong>
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				The moment the door opened, Peter knew Amanda had been drinking. Still holding the roses in his hand, he watched her collapse into the bed. He looked at her with a stern expression, then at the empty bottle of wine--and the full one that sat next to it.<br><br>When she told him to go ahead and throw her out, he frowned and looked down at the floor. Throw her out? He certainly could have--with anyone else. With Amanda, though, he knew it would be the absolute worst possible thing he could do.<br><br>"I'd think you'd know me better than that," he said with a stoic expression. No, he wasn't going to kick her out. If he ever <em>were </em>going to kick her out, he would have last night, when they'd had their fight that had started this whole mess.<br><br>Speaking of which... Peter knew that he had to apologize. She might not have been in the right mindset to accept--or even understand--his apology, but he knew he had to make an effort.<br><br>He set the flowers on a nearby shelf (he was going to put them in her vase, but he saw that she'd broken it), then sat down on the bed. Looking down on her, he rested his hand on her shoulder and spoke in a slow, tender voice. "Honey... I know you might not remember this later, but I just wanted to say, I can't tell you how sorry I am for what happened last night. I was completely wrong..." Pausing, he rubbed her shoulder. "I was hurt by the fact that you didn't tell me that you'd quit your job... I really thought you trusted me more than that. I would have helped you; we could have come up with a solution--and, you know what? Even if that solution <em>was </em>for you to say 'fuck you' to them and walk out, then I would have been behind you 100%. I was just hurt that you didn't come to me..."<br><br>He then laid down beside her, taking her into his arms and resting her head against his chest. "What happened last night... that will never happen again. I am so sorry that I hit you. I am so sorry that I humiliated you like that. I love you, Amanda. I love you more than anyone in this world..." He kissed her on the forehead and wiped the tears from her cheeks.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>11-01-2014, 17:38:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda was drunk, and he was being deep with her. She didn't know if she'd remember it but she was getting emotional. She turned and faced him as he laid down with her and she started to sob. "I didnt want to" hiccup. "tell you because i didn't want you to think i was a" hiccup "gold digger or a quitter. I didn't want to hurt you, hurting you would only hurt me. I don't like being hurt, it makes me hurt, which i don't want to do to you. I feel like maybe i am too young for you, because you need someone mature and i'm not mature. I'm like the opposite of it..." she said as she slurred and just started to run words together. "I love you so much, but you don't wanna to be with me because i'm a bitch, so maybe i should start packing." <br><br>She was still crying but she pushed away and tried to get out of bed, but as soon as she stood up Amanda fell to the ground and started to cry more. "i can't do anything right." she whined as she tried to get up. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>12-01-2014, 15:33:45</strong>
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				"Don't say that, baby..." Peter said. He reached out for her as she stood up, but she almost instantly collapsed to the floor.<br><br>Time began to go in a blur. Amanda was soon in Peter's car, with a blanket wrapped around her body. Shortly thereafter, they were pulling up to a large building with a sign reading "EMERGENCY ENTRANCE". Amanda would feel Peter carrying her in his arms, hearing him saying, "It's ok, honey... it's ok..."<br><br>Following this, Amanda was lying on her back in what seemed to be a bed, being wheeled down a long hallway, overhead fluorescent lights flowing past her one by one. There were seemingly dozens of voices, all talking over each other incoherently...<br><br>Then, she woke up in that same bed, in a small room, where Peter and a man in a white coat were standing over her. She had an IV syringe in her left arm, an identification bracelet on her wrist, and a blanket covering her body. There was a faint "beep........ beep........ beep......." noise next to her.<br><br>Amanda was in the hospital.<br><br>As Peter and the doctor talked, she'd vaguely be able to hear some of their conversation. "... with that much alcohol in her bloodstream, the body can't process it all......... risk of asphyxiation, of course, if she vomited in her sleep and choked on it........ You did the right thing, Peter; you may have saved her life."<br><br>Noticing her slowly waking up, Peter turned to her. "You ok, honey?" he asked. The doctor, a graying-haired man about a foot shorter than Peter, looked at her with a tilt of the head and a compassionate smile.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>12-01-2014, 17:37:34</strong>
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				Amanda has the hardest time opening her eyes. She knew that she was awake, but her eyes just wanted to stay closed. The beeps in the room told her she was in the hospital, but why? Still struggling she opened her eyes, just barely enough to see Peter and a Doctor. She looked around for a minute and whimpered, realizing that it was her that was the patient. She whimpered again as Peter asked if she was okay, some tears falling down. She couldn't really talk for some reason, it was like she was too tired to try but her hand reached out and grabbed his. <br><br>Amanda didn't really remember much. She remembered getting home and getting two bottles of wine and drinking one, really fast. She wasn't sure, but she thought she remembered Peter getting home and kicking her out? no, she felt him touching her, Peter was trying to hold her. She remembered falling, but that was it. More would come back later, hopefully. <br><br>The doctor explained that her stomach had been pumped and a suicide specialist came in. She spoke to her like she was a retarded 4 year old asking things like "why did you grab the wine?" "Do you remember your name?" "Are you depressed." It was also clear that she didn't read who Pete was on&nbsp; her file because she dug herself a hole. "Where is your mother?" "Dad, do you think you can get her to talk?" she asked him, finally giving up because Amanda hadn't said a word. <br><br>"He's not my father." Amanda finally said before Peter could. "He's NOT&nbsp; my father."<br><br>"Oh dear, she's still out of it I guess." said the specialist. <br><br>Amanda's face started to turn red. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>13-01-2014, 00:40:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While Peter was talking to the doctor, out of nowhere a suicide specialist came him. Bewildered, Peter stood off to the side and listened to the woman interrogate Amanda (who still appeared to be very groggy), asking her things about depression and suicide.<br><br>"Who's that?" Peter asked the doctor.<br><br>"Suicide specialist," the doctor replied. "Whenever we..."<br><br>"Wait, she isn't suicidal!" Peter interjected. The woman either didn't hear him or ignored him (perhaps thinking that was what they <em>alllllll </em>said) and continued questioning Amanda. Peter began whispering to the doctor angrily.<br><br>Peter suddenly realized that the doctor probably saw the cuts on Amanda's hands from the night before, and assumed that she was depressed and trying to kill herself. He decided to keep silent for now--but when the woman referred to Peter as "Dad", he finally hit the roof. Even though Amanda spoke up, Peter wasn't about to let this go on any further.<br><br>"Listen, ma'am," he said in a stern tone. "I know you're trying to help, but this is just making things worse. First of all, I'm not her father--her father passed away recently. I'm her boyfriend; she lives at my house."<br><br>The specialist tried to interrupt, but Peter promptly cut her off--he was in full-on "boss mode" again.<br><br>"Listen to me and let me explain!" he said angrily, pointing his finger in the woman's face. "Amanda did not try to commit suicide. She lost her father recently, and she moved in with me. Last night, we had a fight--I was a jerk and it was completely my fault--and we weren't talking. I went to work today, came home, and found out she'd drank a bottle of wine, and I brought her here."<br><br>"What about the cuts on her hands?" the doctor asked.<br><br>"She was mad and smashed a vase on the floor," Peter replied. "Like I said, she's been under a lot of stress--she lost her dad, she recently had to quit her job because she was being harassed, and then I got mad and acted like an asshole and she and I got into a fight... She wasn't trying to kill herself; she was hurt and she was depressed, and she coped with it by drinking. And it was my fault--I admit it."<br><br>Peter had an angry frown on his face, although it looked more like he was angry at himself than anyone else. He was genuinely taking responsibility for what had happened--he knew they wouldn't be here right now if he hadn't blown up on Amanda last night. He wanted to do anything to make Amanda better--even if it meant directing the doctor and the specialist's wrath onto himself.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>13-01-2014, 09:02:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda watched as Peter took control of the situation. She loved that he still wanted to be with her as he used the word 'boyfriend.' The more this stupid lady tried to talk, the more annoyed Amanda became. She really needed to just listen to Peter. Peter was losing his patience with her. The woman just stared at him with this stupid smile on her face as she wrote down notes. Amanda noted every time that he was saying last night was his fault, it was her fault she thought. <br><br>When Peter finished talking the specialist just smiled. "Well, Sir. At her age, these are signs of suicide. I do not believe it is health for this poor young girl to be-" <br><br>"HEY!" Amanda finally yelled in annoyance. "I am not some poor young girl. I could by this hospital ten times over and STILL have enough to live on for the rest of my life." She glared. "i am very coherent to you right now. i didn't answer your stupid questions because they are stupid questions. As for my coping by drinking, can you honestly tell me you haven't had a glass of wine after a hard day at work; as i imagine you will tonight? I just so happen to be young and made the mistake of that alone." The specialist tried to talk. But Amanda didn't let her. "Further more, that stupid look that you were giving Pete is disrespectful and rude. He didn't like you talking to me like i'm a child. I have an IQ and a paycheck that will exceed yours any day. You want proof? I grabbed the wine because i got into a fight with my boyfriend, my father died, i was called a gold digging whore because i am with my boyfriend who makes a lot of money as well, I visited my fathers grave today, i got into a fight with my boyfriend, I slept alone and i didn't know how to handle it because this is my first serious relationship. My name is Amanda Rios. I am NOT depressed in a clinical form. My mother left my father and I when I was a child so I don't know where or even who she is and i don't give a damn about it. And no, Peter can't get me to talk and again he's NOT my father; he was a friend of my father. What can and did get me to talk is your condescending tone towards us." She finished this in a professional angry tone. <br><br>The specialist just looked at them both, and started to leave. "RIP UP THOSE NOTES YOU WROTE ABOUT ME!" Amanda ordered. The woman put the clipboard on the counter and walked out, slamming the door as she left. Amanda then looked at the doctor. "I want to go home with Peter. Now." She said. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>14-01-2014, 02:12:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As stern and angry as Peter was, he couldn't even begin to match the explosion of rage Amanda unleashed. When she was finished, the specialist stormed out, while Peter and the doctor looked on in surprised silence.<br><br>"Well... Peter... Amanda <em>can </em>legally decide if she wants to refuse treatment and go home..." The doctor seemed to be choosing his words carefully--though it also appeared that he wouldn't have had any problem getting Amanda out of there.<br><br>Peter turned to the doctor and spoke in a low voice--though loud enough for Amanda to overhear. "I'm going to bring her home," he said. "Is there anything I should do in the meantime? Any symptoms I should watch out for?" The doctor replied to watch Amanda for weakness and erratic breathing.<br><br>"Ok... well, then, we'll be leaving," Peter said.<br><br>"I'll get the discharge papers," the doctor said.<br><br>He went over to Amanda and removed her IV from her arm, then put a Band-Aid on it and walked out to get her discharge forms. Once he'd left, Peter looked down at Amanda; "Talk about a fast recovery," he said softly. "Honey... I'm so sorry..." Amanda would then see something she had never seen before in Peter--tears in his eyes.<br><br>He took the blanket off of her and helped her out of bed, then wrapped his arms around her in a powerful hug. "I love you so much Amanda... I'm so sorry..."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>14-01-2014, 07:24:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda watched as the doctor left and then looked at Peter. "i haven't recovered at all, I feel like i wanna puke..." she said as she sat up a bit, but he was already picking her up. Amanda wrapped her arms around him. "i'm sorry... for not telling you..." she said as she leaned her head against him. "Please don't make me move back to my place... i still want to be with you..." she begged him. <br><br>Amanda still felt tired as she felt him carrying her out and they were given her things. "I wanna go home..." she repeated to him as she whimpered in his ear. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 03:38:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I still want to be with you, too," he whispered as he continued to hold her. "I'm not sending you anywhere. I'm not kicking you out. I'm bringing you home--to <em>our </em>home."<br><br>As good as it felt to be holding Amanda in his arms and apologize, Peter knew that she wanted to get out of the hospital and go home. And, truthfully, so did he. Hospitals were, in Peter's eyes, the most depressing places on Earth, save perhaps for funeral homes.<br><br>"Let me help you to the bathroom..." Peter escorted Amanda quickly to the bathroom, not wanting to risk her throwing up on the floor or in the car. Once she was inside, Peter stepped out to give her some privacy.<br><br>A few minutes later, the doctor returned. Once the discharge papers were signed, Peter and Amanda were on their way out, with Peter holding a steadying arm around her waist as they walked down the halls, through the parking lot, and to his car.<br><br>Once they were in the car and buckled in, Peter took the blanket from the back seat and offered it to Amanda. "Cover up if you want to," he said. Before starting the engine, he leaned in and kissed Amanda on the forehead. "I love you, Amanda. I'll have you back home soon."<br><br>And he didn't mean Amanda's old home--he meant <em>their </em>home.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 08:04:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda looked at Peter as he held her. He- he wasn't kicking her out? She was a little confused, but at the same time she was happy he wasn't making her leave. As she got into the bathroom she rested in there for a minute. How could one bottle of wine cause this much of an issue with her body?<br><br>Once in the car she wrapped herself in the blanket that he offered and laid back in the front seat. It didn't take her long to pass out though. In the middle of her sleeping state, Amanda had moved her hand to his leg, just to be touching him in general. She slept better that way. <br><br>When they were home she didn't want to walk, "will you carry me?" She asked him in a small voice as she looked at him. "please?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 21:50:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once they arrived home, Amanda asked Peter to carry her into the house. "I'd be happy to," he said. Considering how unsteady Amanda had been on her feet in the hospital, he wasn't about to let her walk in unassisted.<br><br>They parked in the driveway, then Peter got out, opened Amanda's passenger-side door, undid her seat belt, and carried her out into the house. Once inside, he laid her down on the couch. "Let me know if you want anything, ok?" he said, covering her in a heavy wool comforter. He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the lips, then looked down into her eyes with a smile. It felt so good to kiss her again, even in as rough shape as she was.<br><br>It seemed the fight from the night before was now a distant memory. The old Peter--the tender, caring, father-like Peter--was back.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>19-01-2014, 08:24:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda smiled as Peter lifted her into his arms. She leaned her head on his shoulder and kept her eyes closed. Once on the couch she held his hand for a minute and kissed him back. He was the Peter she fell for again. She loved how rough he was in bed, but the night before had gone too far for both of them. She couldn't help but pull him down onto the couch and rest her head on his lap. "Will you scratch my hair?" she asked him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>19-01-2014, 22:23:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Amanda laid her head in his lap and asked him to scratch her hair, Peter gladly obliged. He ran his fingers lovingly over her hair, gently stroking her face as well. The last time Amanda had been lying on his couch, weakened from excessive alcohol, was several weeks earlier, when Peter had rescued her from the thugs at the bar at his restaurant. Back then, of course, they didn't have much of a relationship. Peter silently marveled at how far they had come in such a short time--and, at the same time, was relieved that they hadn't lost it all the night before.<br><br>He held her like this for the next hour or so, continuing to run his fingers through her hair while telling her he loved her, and making comments about how beautiful and sweet she was. He showed absolutely no hint of anger from the night before--his voice was now filled with nothing but love.<br><br>"You know, honey..." he said. "I've got a cabin up by Lake Miller that I usually visit a few times a year. I was thinking... maybe I'll take some time off this coming week and we could head up there. Ever been there? It's a very nice area. How's that sound, honey?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 19:17:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda's eyes were closed as she smiled, enjoying the touch of her lover. The calmness that they were in. As this went on for the hour she almost fell asleep, but she fought it, wanting to be with Peter. She loved how he loved her, complimented her for being who she was, not what she had. When he mentioned the cabin, Amanda looked back at him. "I've never been there. I'd heard it was a nice place." She said as she looked up at him. "I'd like to go. Will anyone be joining us?" She asked him as she flipped her body over so that she was still lying down, but just facing the other way. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 01:55:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Helping Amanda get comfortable by shifting his body slightly, Peter looked down at her with a smile. "Randy has a cabin up there, too," Peter said. "His cabin is about a quarter-mile away from mine, but he likes to go up there on some weekends. He might be there; I'm not sure." Randy knew Amanda well; he was the man who had openly flirted with Amanda during the recent poker game--even before all the men took their turns having their way with her. He was big and strong, but also gentle and kind to Amanda. If they encountered him, Peter would almost certainly let him have some "alone time" with Amanda. (This, of course, would be up to her, however; Peter wasn't about to force her into a situation where she was uncomfortable like he had in the past, even if he did get gratification out of it.)<br><br>"But we'll have our cabin all to ourselves," Peter said, taking Amanda's hand and giving it a kiss. "Just me and you... alone."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>25-01-2014, 09:04:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda nodded as he spoke around Randy. He was the one who really liked to be rough. As she thought back on it, she blushed and just held him. Amanda knew that Peter was willing to share her, and at this point, she'd do anything he told her to. She was so in love with Peter, she'd let him tell her to sleep with Randy, or even both of them. "No work calls or e-mails?" She asked him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>25-01-2014, 17:28:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No work calls, no e-mails," Peter promised. "If the place burns down, they're on their own." After the bad day he'd had today, he felt he needed a break from the restaurant anyway--and perhaps the restaurant needed a break from him.<br><br>It was getting late in the afternoon, and Peter was starting to think about dinner. "Would you be up for a candlelight dinner, honey?" Peter asked. "I'd make us something light; don't want to upset your stomach or anything. How's that sound? We could get dressed up, have us a nice little at-home dinner date?" He stroked Amanda's lovely face and kissed her hand again. He decided it would probably be best for them to stay close to home, after what Amanda had been through earlier that day.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 09:17:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda smiled at Peter as she kept her head in his lap. "That sounds lovely." She told him as she looked up at him. "But instead of dressing up, can we just... be in our pj's?" She asked him. It was like she wanted them to be a normal couple, even though they weren't. Amanda didn't want to go out anyway. She just wanted to be with Peter. She sat up, straddling him as she kissed him. "I'm so sorry for everything..." she whispered into his ear. She pulled away from him as she started to stand, wanting to go and change. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>27-01-2014, 02:07:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter smiled as Amanda straddled him and pressed her weight slightly on his member. "Sure, sweetie... we can be in our pj's," he said with a tender smile as he put his arms around her. After the day they'd both went through, Peter wasn't too picky about how they dressed for dinner. Besides, Amanda had some flirty nightwear that looked quite seductive on her.<br><br>She kissed him, then apologized. "I'm sorry, too, honey," he whispered back, cuddling her close to him and kissing her on the side of the neck, then again on the lips. "We'll make it," he said, looking her in the eyes and speaking with a determined voice. It was true: they would make it. In fact, they already had made it. They'd survived an argument--an argument that had turned into a crisis--and had come through with their love stronger than ever.<br><br>The two then went upstairs to change. Peter was soon wearing an old t-shirt, flannel pants, and slippers--not exactly high-class clothing by itself, but along with it was a long, brown velvet robe that showcased Peter's true classy taste. In addition, he also put a few dabs of cologne (choosing a scent that he knew Amanda loved) on the side of his neck. He began preparing their dinner for the evening: sliced turkey breast with gravy and mashed potatoes. It wasn't a huge meal, but it would suffice; after what Amanda had been through, Peter didn't want to risk filling her stomach up too much and possibly making her ill. He started the dinner, then poured each of them a glass of water before sitting down at the dining room table.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>28-01-2014, 06:59:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda smiled as he said they could. She cutely walked into to Peter in her little outfit, which was clearly meant to tease him. It would've been nearly impossible to see if she was wearing anything underneath. She wore a scented pheromone that he liked and&nbsp; had her hair down as she approached him. She liked that he was caring about her stomach issues and sat down cross from him. "This looks great." She said as she looked around. SHe looked at the water and then up at him. "You aren't going to be letting me drink much, are you?" She asked him. She'd understand if he did start limiting her. She did give him a scare. Amanda happily ate the food, impressed with his cooking. <br><br><br>(http://image.dhgate.com/albu_391486128_00-1.0x0/new-arrival-sexy-women-satin-pajama-set-strap.jpg)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 03:28:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter grinned at Amanda as she walked in. "Foxy as always," he said in a complimenting tone. He then dished up their dinner and the two sat down to eat.<br><br>When Amanda questioned him about the water, he wanted to avoid telling her flat-out that he did, in fact, want her to slow down with the alcohol; he certainly didn't want to provoke another fight. "I think, for tonight at least, it's best if we lay off the wine," he said. In all fairness, however, Peter himself was drinking water, too, so he was apparently laying off alcohol as well for the evening.<br><br>The two exchanged light chatter as they ate, mostly discussing cooking and different meals Peter enjoyed making, along with their upcoming trip to Lake Miller. "Beautiful place to take out the motorboat," Peter said. "Nice place for hiking, too; hopefully the weather will be nice." Even though Peter suggested "hanging out" with Randy, he didn't imply making Amanda hook up with him, although if Randy wanted it and if Amanda was ok with it, he clearly would have permitted her to spend some time alone at Randy's cabin. Mostly, Peter was interested in the alone time he and Amanda would have together.<br><br>Once they finished eating, Peter put the dishes in the dishwasher, then walked with Amanda back to the living room. He walked over to the bookshelf, where he filled and lit up his pipe. "So, darling," he said, leaning against the bookshelf and blowing a puff of smoke towards the ceiling. "Anything special you wanted to do tonight? A movie? Light music and dancing?" With his classy bathrobe and his pipe in his lips, he once again looked like the powerful and authoritative man he was, however, the warm smile on his face added a much-softer feel to his appearance.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>04-02-2014, 07:58:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda nodded at him. She knew that she'd ruined any chance of her drinking alone now. She sipped at the water without another word of it. The small talk was nice, something they didn't always do anymore. She was ready to go up to the cabin and be with Peter. Away from it all for a little bit. <br><br>Later, as he filled his pipe, Amanda took a long breath in to take in the comforting scent. She looked at the man that she loved, and it was clear, she never would be able to stop loving him. "anything you want." she smiled as she sat down on the couch, her little night gown riding up her thigh. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>05-02-2014, 04:23:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter sat down on the couch beside Amanda and wrapped his arm around her, cuddling her close as he turned the TV to an old romance movie. They ended up catching only the final twenty minutes or so, but it didn't matter. Peter wasn't interested in any movie, anyway.<br><br>He continued to hold Amanda close, stroking her hair and face with his hand as he took relaxed puffs on his pipe. When the final credits rolled, a slow and romantic began playing; Peter then took Amanda's hand. "Let's dance, honey..." he said. Placing the pipe between his lips, he took Amanda's hands and stood up with her. He held Amanda's hand while wrapping his arm around her waist, swaying gently to the music as wisps of his familiar, lovely smoke floated around her face. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with adoration.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>09-02-2014, 03:43:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the movie ended and Peter asked her for a dance, Amanda blushed and smiled at him. She stood close to him as they started to dance, following his lead very easily. She took in the scent of his smoke and smiled as she rested her head on his chest and would kiss him from time to time. They danced passed the music, they didn't need it. After some time she finally pulled back and looked at him. "Can we take a nice hot bath?" She asked him with her little girl voice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>09-02-2014, 20:37:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The two danced for several minutes, long after the final credits ended. They held each other tight and exchanged light kisses as they continued swaying to the music playing in their heads.<br><br>Eventually, Amanda asked if they could take a bath together. "Sure; that sounds good," Peter whispered. He finished off his pipe, then took her hand and walked with her into the bathroom, where he turned on the water and began filling the tub. As he did so, he stripped off his robe, then his shirt and shorts; he was soon naked and standing beside her, sporting a growing erection. Once the tub was filled, he stepped inside and slowly sat down. The water was warm, but not uncomfortably hot.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>11-02-2014, 07:13:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amanda took off the lingerie to show that she wasn't wearing a thing under it. She slowly stepped into the water with him and cuddled him. That didn't last long though. Amanda straddled hiim and lowered herself on his member slowly. She gasped as she started to make love to him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>12-02-2014, 03:07:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Within seconds, Peter was holding Amanda in his lap as she planted herself onto his hard cock. The two began making love, with Peter holding her tight in his arms as he gently rocked back and forth in the water. His kisses trailed up and down her neck as he began to thrust harder; he was soon leaning forward and kissing and sucking on her breasts.<br><br>"Mmm... feeling good, baby?" he asked. His motions began to pick up speed.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>24-02-2014, 07:47:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((sorry, i've been really tired and busy with two jobs...))<br><br>The water moved around as she rode her man, her head hung back in pleasure, her nipples were hard from the water and being so turned on by Peter. As he moved his lips from her neck to her breasts she moaned even more, biting her lip in pleasure. "Ohhh.... yeesssssss master...."she hissed in excitement. "It feels so good master..... soooo good.... please don't stop..." she begged him as she started to ride him a little harder and and faster, making him go further and further.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigNRich</strong> on <strong>25-02-2014, 02:57:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The two continued making love in the bathtub for several minutes. Peter continued to go at a fast pace as Amanda's own speed increased. It felt amazing. It was exactly what they needed after the stress of today.<br><br>Gripping Amanda tightly, Peter continued to rock back and forth along with her. The water splashed in all directions, with some hitting their faces and a good portion of it dampening the floor. Oh well; Peter could clean it up later. Right now, he was focused on Amanda--they were both focused on pleasing each other.<br><br>"Oh yeah... come on baby..." he moaned. "Oh yeah... I love you so much... yes... YESSS!" Peter suddenly reached climax; his manhood exploded inside Amanda as his body let out a shudder of pleasure and exhaustion.<br><br><br>((No worries; I understand. Want to fast forward to the next day when they take their trip? Up to you.))<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amanda and the Daddy Dom (BG1990&amp;BigNRich)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>06-03-2014, 05:28:25</strong>
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				Amanda's moans echoed in the bathroom as she made love to her man. She could feel that he was really enjoying this as well. She's only be looking into his eyes whenever her were open, but she was enjoying it so much that most of the time they were closed. When he came she almost did herself. Amanda rode him harder at this point, being sure to do it deep, that was until she came herself. 
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