An Alternative Life
Chapter 9
I wore a suit, the weather was hot but I did not want to show off
my brusies. I could do nothing about the ones on my neck. My finger
had marks that could be distinguished as being made by teeth if the
observer looked closely enough. I had nothing on docket that was
pressing anywway. I have hit this rat race long enough. I have had
several offers, one by the employees. I have given lots of
consideration to selling. I have more than enough to last me. I can
sell for a tidy sum and have an employment contract for twenty years
at a guaranteed salary. I would never go in not even to pick up my
check. It would be electronically deposited. That is the only way
to sell a business. Get what you think you should plus the salary
feature. Something like buying stock. Buy good stock, wait for the
price to go up, then sell it. If the price does not go up, don't buy
it!
I told my secretary, this is not the one I married, I wanted $10,000
electronically deposited to Joe Fritzheimer's account and gave her the
numbers. This was a shell account, of course. A shell owned by Joe
Fritzheimer. Joe died in 1961. I have used Joe several times. He is a
loyal employee. He always obeys my wishes. I just rehired Joe and gave
him a hiring bonus of ten grand. Joe is worth every penny. Joe will work
in upper management doing consulting work. His salary check in the amount
of seven grand a month will be deposited also. I wrote a check to Grand
College Apartments in the amount of three thousand. Signed, Joe Fritzheimer.
Joe would be listed as the grandfather of Amanda for the banks purpose later
of getting her signature authority on the account. I do not believe Amanda
will mind having a grandfather who deposits money in an account in which
she is authorized to write checks. I called the bank and told them I was
Joe and would be coming over Tuesday with Amanda. That she was my grand
daughter and I wanted to add her to my account. The bank was glad to oblige.
I knew Amanda had no classes on Tuesday & Thursday. We would drive a couple
hours and Amanda would see her new bank. All of the cancelled checks would
come to my office and go in the personal mailbox of, yep, Joe Fritzheimer.
Joe had had his own mailbox for many years. Joe worked for my father. My
father used Joe's services much more than I have. But Joe has been useful to
me on several ocassions.
Time passed very quickly. It tends to do that when one is busy doing
something pleasurable. I have not even questioned why giving thousands to
a slip of a girl who put me through heaven and hell last night is pleasurable.
My secretary buzzed my line. I answered. She said my niece was asking for
me, "Larry, I did not even know you had a niece and I thought I knew everything
about you".
She had that laugh that says I know more than you think I know.
Jeanine had been with the company for forty years. I always though she and
my dad had a thing going on. He left her 5% of the company when he died.
If I sell, I will give her five more.
"Hi Amanda," I answered.
Hi Uncle larry, will you take me to lunch today, I have so much to tell you.
I have classes 9 to 11 and 1 to 3. So, from 11 to 1 I am free. Can you? You
know my favorite place. I will even reserve us a table for 11:30. Please Uncle
Larry."
"Yes, I can make it. I will meet you there, yeah, bye, love you too."
Was she good, or was she good. No one hearing that conversation would think
for a moment she was not my niece. I knew better though. She was not mine,
I was hers. I was becoming more hers everyday. I could feel the stiring in
my loins just thinking about being hers. I pulled her panties from my coat
pocket and put them to my face inhaling the intoxicating aroma of Amanda.
I knew this was me, I have known it for many years. I have started to act
on it before but always backed off long before reaching this point. I could
back off now but I do not want to. Yeah, I tell myself I could if I really
wanted to. But could I, will I ever "want to". I like my position in life.
I have been a boss forever, now I will be a slave. A slave to the worlds most
beautiful creature, Amanda. I pressed on Amanda's bites. They were sore.
I know if she wanted to put more of them on me this very second, I would not
resist. The question I ask myself, is, am I wanting her to? The stiring in
my loins increases as these thoughts pass through my mind. I wish I had
a picture of her. She is a true Goddess.
I met my Goddess for lunch. I got there first. I watched her walk towards
the door. I was mesmerized. She had on a pink top that accented her cute
little titties. They jutted out so proudly. She had on white shorts. They
had pink down the outside of the legs. The legs were three or four inches
long. Her sandals were the ones with her Dillards outfit I bought for her,
as was the purse. She was wearing the assessories I bought. The braclet
looked so cute on her little ankle. She wore short heels so well, she looked
like a model walking down the runway. I am so lucky. She received over
one hundred answers and she chose me. Please let me never forget that.
Both of us was all smiles when I opened the door for her. She gave me
a light peck on the cheek. She is breathtakingly beautiful I thought as
I gave her a light kiss. The few there, I am sure, read different things
into that meeting. I bet none of them reconized us as a Goddess/slave
relationship.
"Oh, uncle Larry, I get my new apartment today. I went by and got the
lease papers, they are in my car. I can move in tomorrow! Tomorrow! I am
so excited. I can move in tomorrow! Will you help me move, Uncle Larry?"
We were quickly seated, the same table as before. I think my tip last
time got attention. It was a quite spot. No one was close yet. The place
would get crowed in another fifteen minutes. She ordered light and for speed.
I just ordered what Amanda ordered. She smiled at that. And when the
waitress left she whispered, "I own you". Amanda loved owning me.
She was so bubbly, so antimated, so excited, that was Amanda. Full speed
ahead. I knew the, "help me move", translated in to my moving all of her
stuff. She relished in the Goddess slave thing. There is no kidding myself,
I knew that down the road sooner then later there would be no act, no
pretense. Ours would be a reconizable Goddess/subservient relationship.
She enjoyed ownership to much, so it would become that way. I do not know
what my reactions will be. Maybe I will be eased into it so smoothly that
I will not even notice the transition. I am so in love with Amanda. She
is all I think of. I can not get enough of her, yet, I am not comfortable
with my future. I have these foreboding feelings. Maybe because I have
wanted this for so long, and now that it is here I am overwhelmed. When she
uses me, I want it, I crave it, yet it frightens me. I come back to the, "Now".
I realize that Amanda is talking 90 miles an hour and I do not know what she
has said. I also know what she thinks of that. It is best I hide it if I can.
"Well, Uncle larry, do you want that too? You do, don't you?"
"Yeah, I think so." I nodded my head in agreement. She was all smiles and
her eyes were sparkling.
"There is no, 'think so', you either want that or you do not. Which is it?"
I love the way she moves her head all of the time when she is excited and
talking to me. Her expressions are so dramatic.
"Yes, of course I want it, you know I do."
"Great, I just knew you would! We will go pick them up this evening and I can
use them on you! Oh I will love it so much! I adore what you do for my
pleasure!"
She leaned forward and whispered even lower, "I am wet, I want your tongue".
"My tongue wants you too," I whispered.
"After lunch can we run by the apartment? We can pay them and look at the
bedroom again."
She had this knowingly sexy look when she said that. Both of us knew she
wanted the wetness removed after it was increased. I was about to get a nooner.
Nooners with Amanda were about to become an inseparable part of my life.
We ate and left quickly. When we were outside I gave her a check for the rent
and told her that Joe was her grandpa. We quickly got in out vehicles, We had
wetness
to attend to. We took both cars. That was the fastest way for Amanda to get to
class. When we walked in Amanda said to the smiling lady that she had signed
the
lease. Amanda was pretty sure of her property, me. Amanda said lets go up, I
just
have to measure one more time. I followed her beautiful ass to the elevator.
When the door close Amanda threw her arms around me and gave me an Amanda
kiss until the elevator stopped. She backed out in the hall with her arms
still around my neck and her mouth on mine. When I stepped out, she bit
my lower lip. Not to bring blood but enough to hurt. Amanda had said she
loved to bite. I was going to be the recipient of that love. She withdrew
her teeth but held on tight with her lips, sucking on my lower lip. When
she let go, my lip was fat.
"I made you a pouty lip," she giggled. "That is so cute!"
I put my arm around her waist, she is so tiny. About half way to her
apartment door, she lowered my hand to her ass. She unlocked the door.
As soon as we entered she began stripping. An anxious strip. I followed
her lead. I fell to my knees. She mounted my face and my mouth was full
of pussy. She was wet alright, she was soaked. I swallowed her cum
and began licking her clit. In no time she was reaching her first orgasm.
Amanda truly loved receiving oral sex. I loved giving it to her but I
would like some relief too. I have never thought I wanted to be denighed.
I have read that it is a main part of this kind of a relationship but I
was not very fond of it. I liked eating Amanda, I liked licking her ass,
maybe I liked the pain more than I cared to admit. I also liked to fuck.
Really fuck. Amanda never gives an indication that we are ever going to do
that. She avoids my dick, other then to press against it with her body when
we are dressed.
I continued to lick and suck on her pussy after she had her first orgasm.
I knew we would enjoy another one shortly. She was usually sweet during this
special play time and would say sweet things to me. Amanda could be so sweet.
She could also be very cruel. I was learning to enjoy her sweetness and accept
her cruelty. I am sure this is her design of progress for me as her slave.
"Give me your hand, Larry." She said in her sexy voice. She spoke softly.
I reached my right hand up to her knowing that very soon I would be greeted
with the pain from her teeth. I was surprised when she placed it over a
nice tit. Her nipple must have been an inch long. I knew it was receding
in length as the circle size increased. I began to play with it. At the
same time I licked her clit. Both were growing a little bit. I could feel
her heat increasing on my face. I placed my left hand on her g spot.
I kept all very active and tried to keep them synchronized in their various
duties. All intending to give Amanda the pleasure she deserved. Amanda
loved pleasure. I was being rewarded with more cum and many pleasurable
sounds. I felt her hands on my head. I began tongue fucking her and
applying pressure to her g spot in rythym to her pulls on my head.
Her face squeezes were coming with regularity now. All of them increased
in speed only to be finalized with body shudders, a soft scream, a hard
squeeze of my face and than relaxed. I continued to lick Amanda. I did not
want any of her cum to escape my mouth.
"Larry, we must go. I have to make class. I will think of you all trough my
classes. I will think of all the sweet things you do to give me pleasure.
You can lick me lots more later."
She raised up and I stood up. My lip hurt. I noticed it was still puffed
out. well, it had had no rest since Amanda's teeth.
"Oh Larry, look at my little teeth marks, they are so cute. They look really
cool on you. Notice the pretty colors. Your skin makes a fantastic canvas!
I did not put a single one on you today. But, the day has not ended," she
giggled.
Amanda is very antimated when she talks like that. She has lots of head
movements and a ton of different facial expressions. I love watching her talk.
Everything is a dramatic delivery. We locked the door behind us and left.
"Were your measurments correct," the sales lady called out to us as we left.
"They were just perfect," Amanda answered with a giggle.
She slipped her arm around my waist as we walked to the car.
