Manhatten Madness... Part one

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Finally! Amie was eighteen, high school was over and she’d aced her exams, and her Beautician’s License had just come in the mail. She was an adult, and she was on her way to freedom, in the form of N.Y.C. She would take the city by storm, but first, she had an appointment to meet. Her mentor and lover, John, was adamant that she meet him, and she had readily agreed. She’d wanted him for so long, wanted to please him, to show him how good she was, to make him proud of her. She was finally to have that chance that evening. As her plane touched down, she smiled in anticipation, and adjusted herself. She would check into her hotel, change into the outfit he wanted, then go to meet her destiny…
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She walked down the street, attracting more than her share of whistles. Her heels (two inch Kitten Heels) clicked on the sidewalk in time to her heartbeat, and her arms were wrapped tight around her body to ward off unwanted attention to her 38C breasts. She had on a black silk button-up shirt, with the top two buttons left open to allow her lily-white flesh to show. The shirt would have shown her bra, but she wasn’t wearing one, as per his instructions. She also wore a long black skirt, with a slit running up to mid-thigh. Beneath that, she wore a black lace thong that was one of the most uncomfortable things she’d ever worn. Her coat was of black wool, a trench coat to ward off the chill of the cold front that had moved in on New York City. Most of the city breathed a sigh of relief: June was rarely cool, even at night, but temperatures had hovered around 50-65 degrees as of late.
As she neared Times Square, Amie’s breath whooshed out of her mouth and nose in great gusts. She’d never walked so fast in her life, especially not in heels, but she hadn’t wanted to be late. Not to the first time meeting John in person! Granted, she’d known him since she was fifteen, if only via internet, but now she would meet him at last, and she would be able to…but she couldn’t think of that now. Not yet. Not yet… She clicked her way over to the center of the square and stood, looking around, checking her watch and every timepiece available, just to be sure her timing wasn’t off. What if he didn’t come? What if he didn’t want to come? Would she stand here for hours, waiting for someone who would never show up? Or worse, what if he did show up, and declared her unfit to be his Pet? What if…? A car pulled up beside her, a patrol car from the looks of it. The officer rolled down his window and said, “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you what you’re doing here.” Amie smiled and told him she was waiting for an old friend she hadn’t seen in years.
“Mind if I wait here with you, until your ’friend’ shows up?” Apparently, the officer didn’t believe her, and was surely surprised when she exclaimed, “Oh, yes, please! Thank you, Officer!” He popped the locks on the car and opened his door, keeping one ear tuned to the police scanner. They spoke of the weather, and she told him where she was from and how was her flight and all the little conversation staples that strangers use to get acquainted. About five minutes into a friendly debate over which was better-a mild winter or a cool summer-someone called out. Amie turned to the noise, and there he was. Her Master had finally arrived!
“Do you know him, Ma’am?” the officer inquired.
“Oh, yes! Yes, I know him! That’s who I’ve been waiting for!” Her voice came out soft and breathy, and happiness flowed off her like a tangible wave. “Thanks for waiting with me, Officer!” she cried as she half ran to John. He opened his arms and she flung herself into them whole-heartedly. His arms came around her, and her world got just a little bit better. She vaguely heard the sound of the car driving off, and then his arms opened a little and he pulled her back to look at her. She kept her gaze down, as he’d told her, and tried to contain her excitement. Even so, her 5’4” frame trembled with suppressed joy. He looked her up and down, and it seemed as though he would undress her with his eyes. She felt the heat of his gaze like something spicy and slightly dangerous, not unlike bathtub gin. Finally, he put one finger under her chin and lifted her gaze up so she looked him in the eye, and she could see he was smiling placidly.
“We meet at last, little one. I am pleased to see how you have followed my instructions to the letter. You have made me very happy indeed!” He leaned down, and gently nibbled at her lips. She parted them eagerly and happily, kissing him back. He suddenly shoved her mouth open with his tongue, and she was forced to open her lips wide to keep from being bruised. She relished it. He took her mouth swiftly and without mercy, arousing her beyond control with nothing more than a kiss and running his hands over her back. She whimpered, and pressed closer to him, giving as much as taking, but he stepped away. She let out a small cry of unhappiness. He smiled at her, and whispered into her ear, “Not yet. Not here.” She nodded and got herself back under control. He led her to a sleek black Corvette convertible, a dark pool of shadow on the curb. He handed her down into the car and went around to the driver’s side. The car purred to life, and they drove away into the heart of the city.
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The restaurant was dimly lit, with numerous flowering plants that spilled vines all over the place, so it was like being in a garden or a jungle. Every table was secluded, either by a wall of foliage or some piece of art or sculpture. Even if it wasn’t really cut off from the rest of the world, it seemed like it. Amie sat right across from John, and their table was in the back, surrounded by leafy vines and bright purple blooms. She had a small glass of what looked like wine, but was actually cranberry juice in front of her. John didn’t want her drunk, and anyway she wasn’t of legal drinking age. He was drinking a lovely Merlot that was the exact shade of her juice, so at first glance they were drinking the same thing. Their waiter had disappeared with their orders, and they were quite alone, as John had called the restaurant ahead of time to request it so. She picked up her glass and took a dainty sip, allowing the juice to hang onto her lips. His gaze was drawn to the few drops on her succulent mouth, and as she put the glass down, she ran her tongue oh so slowly over her lips. He followed its leisurely path with his hungry eyes, and then smiled when her tongue slipped back inside her mouth.
“You’ve had practice with distracting men, haven’t you, Pet?” His voice held a hint of amusement, and she smiled sweetly and nodded. “It shows. With that one movement, you’ve managed to bring me to awareness. Excellent.” He smiled wolfishly at her, and she smiled innocently back. A bystander would have gotten a mental comparison of wolf and lamb. Before either of them could speak again, a tall, well-built man stepped into view with their waiter in tow. Their dinner was here, and the waiter set plates down and bid them good evening. The other man clasped John’s hand with both his own and smiled as one might at seeing one’s brother after many years.
“John, you devil! Where’ve you been? I haven’t seen you in, what, four years? Why do you stay away so long?” His tawny gold eyes gleamed with suppressed amusement, and the dim lighting glinted off his rich brown hair. He reminded Amie of a friendly lion. John got up and gave the man a hug, then turned to Amie, who sat watching interestedly.
“Lex, this is Amie. She belongs to me.” Lex looked at her from under long black lashes, and said considering, “Looks a bit young, don’t ya think?” “She’s legal,” John said. “What do you think of her? Magnificent, no?” John held his hand to her, and she took it, standing up and moving to the open area in front of the table: the better for her Master to show her off. Lex walked around her, eyeing her up and down, and finally said, “You’re right, as usual. Magnificent. How did you attract such a lovely young butterfly?” John told him the story of their meeting and then motioned to the table. Lex moved her plate to John’s side of the table, and she sat beside him, averting her gaze. Who was this man? Why did he care how she had met her Master? These questions and more raced through her mind as she waited for John to take a bite so she could. The two men seemed to have forgotten her completely, and they chit chatted about their various jobs and lives. However, neither of them was in the least bit interested in their food. Amie sat, tummy rumbling, and waited patiently. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, John said, “Look at her. Her stomach is growling loud enough to be heard across the room but for the plants, and yet she waits as I have told her. Would you believe we have never met each other face to face before this evening?” Lex looked at her incredulously.
“Are you serious? She acts like she was born to this!” John smiled, and took up his fork. She waited until he nodded to her and then she picked up her own fork and began to mix the dressing on her Oriental Chicken Salad so she could begin to eat it and quell her stomach’s anger. She ate with her eyes down, though she longed to look at her Master and his friend. When John put his napkin in his plate, signaling he was done, she reluctantly but firmly finished her bite, put her fork down, and pushed her plate away. Lex shook his head in wonder.
“I must say, I am jealous. She’s exquisite. Are you certain you won’t share her?” he asked jokingly. John eyed him, wiping his mouth with his second napkin.
“Actually,” he said, “I was wondering if you would like to share her with me this night. I would, of course, have her first in all ways, but I would like you to share in her this evening, my friend. We have been like brothers, and I want to share my greatest treasure with you.” As he finished his little speech, John pulled Amie closer to him, so she was nearly in his lap, and began to stroke her hip under the table. She responded by leaning her head against his shoulder and letting her long golden hair fall across her eyes while she watched Lex with a considering gaze. She had figured something like this was in the works, but she hadn’t thought it would be so soon. Was she to have no time alone with her Master? Some signal must have been sent, because their waiter appeared and took their plates away, along with refilling their glasses and wiping the table down so they had a clean surface. The bill was stuck discreetly in the arms of a nearby statue, and the waiter once again left. At his disappearance, John pulled Amie all the way into his lap so she faced him. Lex moved so he could see, his desire for her apparent in his gaze. John unbuttoned the third button of her blouse, then another and another, until it was open to the waist. She sat still for all of this. Then, he whispered, “Turn around. Show him your jewels, my love.” She spun on his lap expertly and brushed her hair behind her so she was not hidden. John pulled he shirt apart, and her lily white skin showed in stark relief against the black silk. Her left breast came into view, and her nipple hardened in the chill air. Her aureole was light pink, and her nipple was slightly darker. Lex’s mouth opened, and his breath hissed out.
“Why would you share?” His voice was rough and needy, and John laughed quietly.
“Normally, I wouldn’t. But like you said, we haven’t seen each other for years, and I want to make her get used to multiple partners. She is quite beautiful, isn’t she? What would you like to do with these?” He lifted her breasts free of the shirt, and massaged the nipples with his thumbs. She made a small whimpering noise and wriggled slightly in his lap to try to encourage him. Lex laughed, and it had a hint of desperation in its musical lilt.
“The sight of her like that is enough to tempt anyone. Yes, please, allow me to share in the bounty. When and where?” Lex asked, amusement as well as need in his voice. John merely took her shirt completely off. “Here?” Lex murmured quietly. John nodded, and Lex picked up the table and placed it in the entry way to discourage anyone from disrupting them. John continued to massage her breasts, and motioned Lex to sit back down and watch. He did so, and John murmured to Amie that she should kneel before Lex. She did so, and Lex’s pants showed a considerable bulge. He looked over at John, who merely raised his eyebrow and grinned. Lex motioned to his belt, and Amie undid it, but left his pants buttoned. He motioned impatiently, and she undid them the rest of the way, revealing black cotton boxers. They made a tent over his erection, and precum had made a stain on the front of them. He raised up on the bench and slid them down just enough to where his member could escape. She looked around as John sat down beside Lex, and he motioned to his own bulging crotch. She moved in front of him and unfastened his belt and pants, then helped him slide everything down. He put his hand on her shoulder to stop her from continuing, and took her hand. He placed it on Lex’s cock, forming her hand into a loose fist around it. She understood immediately, and began to gently give Lex a hand job. John took his hand off her shoulder, and she leaned up to take him into her mouth. So soft! His skin was like silk, and she laved her tongue over his head, lapping up his precum. She bobbed a few times, then took him deep into her throat, repressing her gag reflex so she wouldn’t embarrass herself. All the while, her hand moved in a slow, continuous rhythm over Lex’s cock. Lex was now making tiny little moans in the back of his throat as he watched her. Seeing his friend’s long cock disappear into such a beautiful mouth turned him on even more. She used her other hand to massage John’s balls, or to stroke his thigh lovingly. She was now bobbing her head up and down on John’s cock, then every fourth or fifth bob she would turn into a swallow. She ran her thumb over Lex’s head, then began to lightly trace his veins with her nails. She arched her neck and deep-throated John, leaving him deep in her throat while she allowed her gag reflex to work. Instead of making her spit his cock up, it worked as a massager over his cock. John let out a gasp and kicked his hips a little, accidentally forcing himself deeper into her mouth. She had no trouble with it, only opened her mouth wider. John put his hand on her shoulder, and she released his cock and halted her hand.
“Slow down, Pet. You’ll make me explode before I’ve finished with you. Use that lovely mouth on my friend, but do not swallow his seed. If he cums inside your mouth, spit it into this napkin.” He held up a napkin, then placed it on the seat between the two men. At Lex’s questioning glance, he said, “At this point, I don’t want anyone else’s seed inside her. Call me selfish, if you will.” She released Lex’s cock, then tentatively placed her hand on John’s cock. He smiled and nodded, so she began to jack him off as she gave Lex head. As soon as her mouth encased his cock, he groaned aloud, though quietly so as to keep their secret. She gave him the same treatment as she had given her Master, and even went to far as to nibble gently up and down his shaft, closing her teeth over sensitive flesh and releasing him just as quickly. Lex began to kick his hips, fisting his hands in her hair, throwing his head back, and biting his cheek to keep from yelling, He was fucking her face with wild abandon, and she sped up her hand unconsciously. John gently pulled her hand off him, so he wouldn’t cum on her hand. She grabbed his hand as an anchor, and sped up her mouth, making Lex whimper loudly. John reached over and covered Lex’s mouth with his free hand. Lex’s golden eyes fixed on John’s, and there was a look of fear and raw need in them. John put Amie’s hand on Lex’s thigh and used his now free hand to caress his friend’s nipples, which were turn on points for him. Lex moaned into John’s hand, and luckily the sound was muffled. He tightened his hands in Amie’s hair, then gave a final yell and exploded into her mouth. She held it all in her mouth and spit it out into the napkin while John looked on approvingly. She cleaned him off (using the napkin again), and sat back on her heels, looking down at the floor, pleased with herself. Lex slumped over on the bench, breathing heavily. John watched him intently, and then looked over to Amie. He pointed to her shirt, and she crawled over to it, her hair hiding her disappointment that she wouldn’t be allowed to bring her Master in public at this time. She slipped the shirt on and began to button it. Behind her, she heard the whir of a zipper, then the click and clink of a belt. She finished buttoning the shirt and turned around. John had gotten Lex back in his pants, and zipped the both of them up. Now Lex was fumbling with his belt, and John motioned Amie over. She stood, smoothed her skirt, and walked to him. He pulled her into his lap sideways, and brushed her hair from her face. He kissed her then, softly and sweetly, removing all traces of Lex’s taste from her mouth and replacing it with his own. When he moved away, she put her head on his shoulder and sighed contentedly.
“How did you find him, Pet?” John asked her, and Lex opened one eye to watch her drunkenly.
“I found him delicious. Not so much as you, Master, but he tasted very sweet. Apparently, he gets his citrus.” Her soft voice barely carried far enough for Lex to hear, but he hung on every word.
“What did she mean by ‘apparently he gets his citrus’?” he asked, his normally strong voice quiet and shaken. John looked at her, and she answered, “If your cum is salty, it means you have a Vitamin C deficiency. Citrus gives you most of your Vitamin C. So, either you take vitamins or you get your citrus.” She blushed at the teacheresque tone she had adopted, and buried her head in John’s shoulder. He laughed, and smoothed her hair. Then he patted her rump and they stood. Lex looked up at them from the bench.
“I’m not sure, but I think that was the most phenomenal blowjob I’ve ever gotten, possibly ever in the history of blowjobs. You have my sincerest compliments, and my envy.” He stood shakily and brought the table back to where it should be. He then took the bill from the statue’s arms and tore it in two, saying, “It’s most definitely on the House.” Lex walked with them to the front, and opened her door for her.
“Come to my home later tonight, if you want. I want you to know her body more intimately,” John said quietly to Lex as they shook hands outside her door.
“I’m not sure I should,” Lex murmured. “If it gets any better than what I just had, I’ll die.” He wasn’t entirely joking.









I'll put the second part up as soon as I have it written!