The Darkside of Amanda Ch. 12 by masterofnymphoslut

The Darkside of Amanda Ch. 12 by masterofnymphoslut

Explore the steamy adult sex story in Chapter 12 of "The Darkside of Amanda" series. Follow along as Amanda indulges in her deepest desires in this erotica tale.<br/> The drive up to Chicago was one of the most enjoyable and memorable drives John could ever remember taking. It took them a lot longer than a normal drive would take; with all the stops they were making. John’s goal was to make it into Kentucky before they stopped for the evening. Not only did they have the gas stops that were necessary. But they also had their rest stops in each State that John had deemed “mandatory.”

Their first rest stop was just south of Macon, Georgia. After each of them used the facilities, John pulled the truck over to a corner of the parking lot that was fairly secluded. John laid his seat back, then lay there as he watched Amanda lean across the center console between them and unbuckled his jeans.

Amanda smiled at him the whole time. “You like having a whore at your disposal. Don’t you?” She asked, almost giggling.

John set his backrest up slightly so he could better watch her. “What guy wouldn’t like having a gorgeous whore service him whenever he wanted.” John had learned that whenever it was just the two of them alone, Amanda needed that sense of being owned and used, with no rights of her own. Part of that was the verbal reminder of what she was to John.

Amanda knew John loved her. Which only made her desire to be owned and used by him that much stronger. And as her trust in him deepened, so too did her need to experience those dark cravings that had haunted her, her entire adult life. She couldn’t think of anything she wouldn’t do for him if he told her to. But she knew he respected and loved her. Which only made her want to please him all the more.

“Think we’ll make it to Kentucky today?” She asked as she slipped her right hand into his shorts, pulling them down as she cupped his nut sack, while grabbing his shaft with her left hand. She began to softly stroke it, the way she knew he liked it.

John chuckled. “At this point, don’t know and don’t care.” He laid his head back and closed his eyes, savoring her soft touch. John lifted his head and looked around to ensure they were not being watched when he felt Amanda’s mouth slide down the length of his shaft.

Fifteen minutes later, they were pulling out of the rest stop and heading north on I-75 again.

The drive north also afforded John plenty of time to think. And he had a lot to think about. Foremost in his mind was what he was going to say to Buckman when he confronted him. He knew Buckman wouldn’t give a damn about anything John had to say to him. He knew he’d have to keep his emotions in check, and not allow them to get the better of him. Then he made up his mind he wasn’t going to make any decisions on how to deal with Buckman till after he’d spoken with Tom Moore in person.

Then his mind drifted to Amanda and Sam. He didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize his relationship with Amanda. The more he replayed that evening the three of them shared just two days ago, the more he became both aroused and annoyed. Amanda had been insistent on having Sam play with them. He didn’t put up a fight about it. But he knew it would create a whole new set of challenges for him. The biggest one being, keeping his mind focused on Amanda, and not allowing Sam to creep into those thoughts. “So, you and Sam are becoming good friends, are you?” John asked, breaking the silence as both rode on, lost in their own thoughts.

Amanda smiled. “Yes. She told me to call her as soon as we got back from our trip. Are you ok with that?”

“Of course, babe. I’m glad you two are hitting it off so well.” John said with sincerity.

Amanda giggled. “I’ll bet you are.” Then she got serious. “Sam and I talked a lot after you left us in the bedroom Friday night.”

John chuckled. “I was wondering what you two were doing for the two plus hours you were back there. Although, I did hear a few moans during that time.”

“We did bring each other off a few more times. She is a fantastic lover. But we also talked about you, me, her, the three of us.” Amanda stopped talking, making John anxious to know what they talked about.

“And?” He asked.

Amanda looked at him. “Would you be open to Sam joining us on a regular basis?”

John laughed. “Seriously?! You’re actually asking me that? The question is, are you ok with that?”

Amanda turned her head and looked out the passenger window as they drove north. “Friday night showed me something I’d been missing, but didn’t realize it.” She wrestled with telling John the turmoil in her mind and heart. “I don’t know how to say it.”

John reached over and grabbed her hand. “Relax. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Sam gave me something Friday night I hadn’t felt in years.” She grabbed John’s hand. “Please don’t think I’m putting this on you. I know I’m fucked up. I’ve been fucked up my whole adult life. I feel like there’s two of me always fighting each other. A side of me needing tenderness. And the other side, needing to be taken like a whore. The tenderness I felt with Sam, and I know she felt from me, was something we both knew had been missing from our lives.”

“Have I not been tender enough for you?” John asked defensively. He wasn’t hurt. Just confused with all the discussion they’d had over the last few months about Amanda’s needs.

Amanda’s fears gripped her. “No! No! You’re a wonderful lover!” She started to cry. “Please, no! This has nothing to do with you. I can’t stand the thought of losing you, now that I have you in my life. Please don’t let me go!” She pled with him as she started to sob. “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Stop! Enough!” John shouted, snapping Amanda out of her descent into fear. “Look at me.” John shouted as his eyes darted back and forth between Amanda and the road ahead. “I told you a couple months ago that I owned you now. Because that’s what you needed. Has that changed with you?” He asked, still shouting at her.

“No.” Amanda sobbed softly.

“Good!” He shouted. “Because nothing has changed with me! I own you Amanda! And I’m not letting you go. No matter what you tell me. No matter what you’re struggling with. There’s going to be one constant you can always count on. I OWN YOU! And nothing is going to change that.” He paused as he calmed himself. “Now tell me what you two talked about and what you’re struggling with.”

“I think it was just the fact she was a woman. I don’t know how to explain it. All I know is it was different. The tenderness of her touch. The softness of her kisses.” She looked at John as he concentrated on the highway. “I love you more than anything on this earth now. And I need you desperately. The thought of losing you is suffocating. I love it when you tell me you own me. I know I’m safe and loved with you. I’ll do anything to keep you. And I mean ANYTHING!”

John drove for several minutes without saying anything. “Are you mad at me?” Amanda asked timidly.

“No. Just thinking.” They drove for almost thirty minutes before John spoke again. “I understand what you’re telling me. It makes sense, the more I think about it. I’m not hurt or angry, if that’s what you’re worried about. But now that I think about it, I should have seen this coming. So yeah. I can see how Sam can meet a need within you that I can’t. Her gender isn’t the cause of all your pain and fucked up thinking. Mine is. So, I guess in some ways, I’m glad she can meet that need within you.” He looked over at Amanda as she hung on every word he spoke. “So what’s her story?”

“She said she’s really bisexual. Has been for as long as she could remember. Said she has just missed the feel of a man.” Amanda giggled softly. “After you left us alone in the bedroom, she confessed to me that you felt so good inside her, as she was riding you, she climaxed several times before you did. She just didn’t want to tell you. Told me not to tell you. Didn’t want it to go to your head.”

John laughed. “Bitch.”

“But I think it’s more than just the sex. I think she misses the connection that you and I share. I really think she just wants to be part of that and feel that connection with us. Told me to call her as soon as we’re back in town.”

“I’ll call her.” John replied. “Talk to her myself. But I’m ok with her being part of your life.”

“You mean our lives.” Amanda added with a smile.

John looked over and returned the smile. “Sure. Our lives.” Then he got serious. “You’re not going to be jealous about all this?”

Amanda didn’t answer immediately. “Thought about that a lot. If I am, I’ll work through that. That’s on me. I guess I’m the one who wants this. I’m the one who has to make it work.”

“You realize you’re putting me in an awkward position with all this?” John decided he might as well lay all the cards on the table.

“Yeah! I’ve been thinking about that too. Am I being too selfish?”

John laughed. “You’re asking me? You’re the one who’s been doing all the thinking and planning this.”

Amanda reached across the console and laid her hand over his crotch, squeezing his cock. “I guess I’ll just have to work extra hard at being a good whore for you.”

John chuckled. “Speaking of which. Now that we’re in Tennessee, we’ll stop at the next rest stop.”

Lisa Demotte escorted Tina and Brian into the second safe-house in as many weeks. Each carrying a suitcase and a backpack. “You two can stay here for a week or two till we find a more secure place for you.” She said to Tina after she closed the front door behind them.

Lisa was the head of the sex crimes unit in Chicago. She really had nothing to do with Buckman’s arrest, and the investigation involving him. Other than the fact he had been on her radar for years as a violent sex offender. She’d just never been able to mount enough evidence against him to make anything stick. But after Tom Moore approached her about helping to hide his star witness against Buckman for racketeering, extortion and money laundering for the Russians, she gladly agreed to help in anyway she could.

“I’m sorry you two have to go through all this. Once this is over, we’ll hand you over to the US Marshalls. They’ll put you in the witness protection program and get you set-up with all new ID’s and location somewhere far away from this place.” Lisa informed them.