A sergeant-at-arms' duties center on keeping operations and meetings running smoothly. This includes preparation and logistical duties, keeping abreast of current and ongoing issues, and enforcing rules, guidelines, and protocol by keeping people in check. Amanda does all of this and more for Grupa Desdemona.
After her studies, while she went on a few dates and had a little fun with a few other single professionals, Amanda had a particular routine that kept her out of the usual trouble. Her routine led her to travel an hour’s drive south and across the county line, to a hole in the wall jazz and blues lounge where the clientele was mostly black, working-class mature adults. It was there she met a familiar friend, with a thick dark action hose on his tall frame, who knew how to keep his business and her business to himself.
Amanda sat at the bar and warded off the usual propositions, knowing she gave a hotel key and a twenty-dollar bill to the bartender to make sure Vic got the key in his hand when she left the bar. Vic knew he had no more than thirty minutes to get to the little motel just five miles down the road off the highway to enjoy some of the good intense ball-slapping red-assed rough sex Amanda had with him, and he was never late. This worked well for Amanda, with no strings and little risk of consequences.
Amanda’s life changed when she met George while attending one of the fundraising social events. Amanda saw him checking her out whenever she wasn’t looking in his direction. Amanda knew she wasn’t pretty enough for him to be giving her double takes, so he must have been interested in her Amazonite body and her busty attributes. Amanda made sure she circled around to him and had the program manager for the event introduce her to George. With a little small talk, Amanda found out George worked in financial securities, was coy, and a member of the very philanthropic Livingstone family.
Amanda could tell George was a little shy and not so comfortable with women, but he wasn’t goofy or silly, and he could at least keep a conversation going. George was just a tad docile, without a commanding or husky presence. As she skillfully manipulated George over to a quieter corner, Amanda began her light but effective interrogation, a professional skill she was already on the way to mastering.
“Yes, I do find you attractive, for my taste,” George told her.
“So what taste is that? You like the big girls because you’re tall and they can handle what you offer?” Amanda teased, based on George’s 6’1 height.
“No…,” George said with a smile. “I happen to enjoy women that appear to be able to make things happen and can handle themselves.”
“Handle themselves?” Amanda mocked. “Now why would you be so interested in a woman that can, handle herself?”
“Well, let’s just say that’s a discission we’ll have to take up over our next meeting… If you’re interested in having that talk, let’s meet later on this week,” George said.
Amanda was intrigued and a bit surprised that George had become so forward. Her psychological training told her it was his confidence in finding something he had been wanting and deciding to go forward and acquire it, and tonight she was inwardly thrilled it was her.
Seeing her smile, George gave her a business card, saying, “This is my private line. Call me and we can schedule, early dinners work best for me. I can get you transportation if you think you’ll need it. I look forward to us sharing more.”
That was the night Amanda met her husband. Her quirky, almost asexual, polite, and wealthy-familied husband, who loved her dearly and literally worshipped her since their nuptials. In the future his disposition would be correctly labeled with Asperger’s syndrome and his occasional awkwardness merely disregarded. It was her luck that society hadn’t written him off.
George’s mom tolerated Amanda but didn’t like her as his choice of bride. George’s ******* was pleased, believing that Amanda was just what she appeared to be, a smart girl that realized how good she had it and wasn’t going to do anything to fuck it up or hurt his *******.
Amanda and George did have an actual courtship of about nine months, but when she finally revealed to him that she had her tubes taken out in Oklahoma and couldn’t have children or desire to raise any children, George didn’t want to put off marriage any longer. They both unknowingly shared this stance and had been worried about revealing this fact to each other. They had talked around it for a long time.
Amanda had gradually introduced George into her style of lovemaking, which was hot, heavy, intense, kinky, and domineering. Amanda was more of what is known as a switch, in alternative lifestyle terms. She wasn’t really into ball-busting power and control type of activity. Up to this point in her life, Amanda felt she was just a firm kinky woman deriving her fulfillment from being both masochist and mistress within the relationship.
During their courtship Amanda educated George about her desires for interracial sex and rough, fetishized sexual play. While she had never had the desire for controlling a partner, within the relationship it was clear that Amanda’s wishes were foremost, and that George would be the willing accomplice and submissive husband.
Amanda wasn’t really into women, but she did enjoy an occasional change of pace. George, however, was not interested in playing stud for multiple women, which worked out well for them as a couple. George seemed more intrigued about the depth of pleasure he witnessed Amanda enjoy when he watched her with her black lover.
Amanda made it possible for Vic to take the long ride to a Galveston resort and join them for a relaxing smooth afternoon and a hot steamy evening. The hardcore sex George saw Amanda become enthralled with didn’t shock him; it was just beyond him to understand how pleasure was derived from what appeared to be such harsh activity.
At first, things between Amanda and Vic began soft and tender, with deep kisses and caresses, their hands enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies. Suddenly Vic was tying her wrists and hands, binding them in front of her, pushing her on her knees and rubbing his thick flaccid manhood all over her face. In a moment, he set her limbs free.
George watched curiously at the way Vic shoved his fat hose of a dark cock into her mouth repeatedly without stopping, as Amanda gagged, choked, and salivated on it. She took a thrashing from Vic as he bent her over and slid slowly into her from behind, then drove himself in a rapid machine rhythm into her dripping hairy gash of sex. Amanda let out guttural moans, accompanied by Vic’s edgy voice, half praising and half berating her for being able to handle all of his meat inside her.
Vic sat in a chair, and Amanda immediately jumped on top of his shiny black shaft, her hands on his shoulders as she bounced herself up and down on him like a human piston, letting out small screams every time her ass smacked his thighs. George realized he was turned on by their display, as Vic gripped her hair in his hands, pulling her head upwards as he suckled and bit down on the stiff nipples of her large sweaty breasts.
George sat up, intently watching them. In a quick jerking movement, Vic pulled Amanda off his lap and sat her in front of him, spraying her face with his seed. Then he looked down at her as her mouth automatically opened to engulf his straining hardness. She stared at him, cooing as she suckled him. Pulling out of her warm mouth, Vic gave her smacking love taps along her tilted cheek with his cock.
George had a full-staff hard-on, a little mesmerized by what he witnessed. Vic turned Amanda around and put her on all fours, using some loose restraints to fasten her wrists to her ankles, bending her over with her ass in the air. Vic picked up a black container, took a big swab of coconut oil, and rubbed it all over his rejuvenating hardening shaft.
He breathed deeply as he took another swab and stuck two fingers into Amanda’s rectum, twirling his fingers around and slowly pushing three fingers in, opening her more. Vic knelt behind her, still breathing heavy, pressing the tip of his shaft against her anal entrance, and gradually pushed the tip of his dick into her ass.
George could hear Amanda’s pitched groan as Vic pressed forward, opening her bottom and sliding almost all the way in. Vic smacked Amanda’s ass and loudly spoke down to her in a smooth voice.
“Give it to me!” he said.
“Ahhh, ahhh, yes, Mister V,” Amanda exclaimed in a breathy voice. She whimpered and then sighed as Vic began sliding, with a firm easy effort, in and out of her backside. Every once in a while, he would stop and just be still and she shuddered on the length of his dick. Then he would start again.
George ejaculated without effort, hands-free, watching Amanda having her ass fucked by this black stud without mercy or concern about him being there. George stroked out the rest of his ejaculate while listening to Amanda’s sighs of painful pleasure as Vic stretched out her bottom until he grunted loudly, indicating he was climaxing. Vic slowly raised himself up, and his softening hose of a dick slipped out of Amanda’s backside, with a trickle of his semen following.
Vic undid her restraints, and after a few breaths, Amanda rushed over to where George sat and engulfed his penis into her warm mouth, slowly suckling him as she audaciously looked up into his eyes to read his reaction to what he witnessed. George enjoyed it, but from the place of enjoying seeing her being fulfilled and handled in the manner she most desired, that was all. George was so supportive that on their honeymoon at Hedo II, he made sure a suggested attendant named Melvin joined them on their first and most subsequent nights of the week they stayed on the resort. Amanda and George were very satisfied with their choice in marriage.
excerpt from Grupa Desdemona - satiate dominium vincere - (Satisfied Ladies Win)
After her studies, while she went on a few dates and had a little fun with a few other single professionals, Amanda had a particular routine that kept her out of the usual trouble. Her routine led her to travel an hour’s drive south and across the county line, to a hole in the wall jazz and blues lounge where the clientele was mostly black, working-class mature adults. It was there she met a familiar friend, with a thick dark action hose on his tall frame, who knew how to keep his business and her business to himself.
Amanda sat at the bar and warded off the usual propositions, knowing she gave a hotel key and a twenty-dollar bill to the bartender to make sure Vic got the key in his hand when she left the bar. Vic knew he had no more than thirty minutes to get to the little motel just five miles down the road off the highway to enjoy some of the good intense ball-slapping red-assed rough sex Amanda had with him, and he was never late. This worked well for Amanda, with no strings and little risk of consequences.
Amanda’s life changed when she met George while attending one of the fundraising social events. Amanda saw him checking her out whenever she wasn’t looking in his direction. Amanda knew she wasn’t pretty enough for him to be giving her double takes, so he must have been interested in her Amazonite body and her busty attributes. Amanda made sure she circled around to him and had the program manager for the event introduce her to George. With a little small talk, Amanda found out George worked in financial securities, was coy, and a member of the very philanthropic Livingstone family.
Amanda could tell George was a little shy and not so comfortable with women, but he wasn’t goofy or silly, and he could at least keep a conversation going. George was just a tad docile, without a commanding or husky presence. As she skillfully manipulated George over to a quieter corner, Amanda began her light but effective interrogation, a professional skill she was already on the way to mastering.
“Yes, I do find you attractive, for my taste,” George told her.
“So what taste is that? You like the big girls because you’re tall and they can handle what you offer?” Amanda teased, based on George’s 6’1 height.
“No…,” George said with a smile. “I happen to enjoy women that appear to be able to make things happen and can handle themselves.”
“Handle themselves?” Amanda mocked. “Now why would you be so interested in a woman that can, handle herself?”
“Well, let’s just say that’s a discission we’ll have to take up over our next meeting… If you’re interested in having that talk, let’s meet later on this week,” George said.
Amanda was intrigued and a bit surprised that George had become so forward. Her psychological training told her it was his confidence in finding something he had been wanting and deciding to go forward and acquire it, and tonight she was inwardly thrilled it was her.
Seeing her smile, George gave her a business card, saying, “This is my private line. Call me and we can schedule, early dinners work best for me. I can get you transportation if you think you’ll need it. I look forward to us sharing more.”
That was the night Amanda met her husband. Her quirky, almost asexual, polite, and wealthy-familied husband, who loved her dearly and literally worshipped her since their nuptials. In the future his disposition would be correctly labeled with Asperger’s syndrome and his occasional awkwardness merely disregarded. It was her luck that society hadn’t written him off.
George’s mom tolerated Amanda but didn’t like her as his choice of bride. George’s ******* was pleased, believing that Amanda was just what she appeared to be, a smart girl that realized how good she had it and wasn’t going to do anything to fuck it up or hurt his *******.
Amanda and George did have an actual courtship of about nine months, but when she finally revealed to him that she had her tubes taken out in Oklahoma and couldn’t have children or desire to raise any children, George didn’t want to put off marriage any longer. They both unknowingly shared this stance and had been worried about revealing this fact to each other. They had talked around it for a long time.
Amanda had gradually introduced George into her style of lovemaking, which was hot, heavy, intense, kinky, and domineering. Amanda was more of what is known as a switch, in alternative lifestyle terms. She wasn’t really into ball-busting power and control type of activity. Up to this point in her life, Amanda felt she was just a firm kinky woman deriving her fulfillment from being both masochist and mistress within the relationship.
During their courtship Amanda educated George about her desires for interracial sex and rough, fetishized sexual play. While she had never had the desire for controlling a partner, within the relationship it was clear that Amanda’s wishes were foremost, and that George would be the willing accomplice and submissive husband.
Amanda wasn’t really into women, but she did enjoy an occasional change of pace. George, however, was not interested in playing stud for multiple women, which worked out well for them as a couple. George seemed more intrigued about the depth of pleasure he witnessed Amanda enjoy when he watched her with her black lover.
Amanda made it possible for Vic to take the long ride to a Galveston resort and join them for a relaxing smooth afternoon and a hot steamy evening. The hardcore sex George saw Amanda become enthralled with didn’t shock him; it was just beyond him to understand how pleasure was derived from what appeared to be such harsh activity.
At first, things between Amanda and Vic began soft and tender, with deep kisses and caresses, their hands enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies. Suddenly Vic was tying her wrists and hands, binding them in front of her, pushing her on her knees and rubbing his thick flaccid manhood all over her face. In a moment, he set her limbs free.
George watched curiously at the way Vic shoved his fat hose of a dark cock into her mouth repeatedly without stopping, as Amanda gagged, choked, and salivated on it. She took a thrashing from Vic as he bent her over and slid slowly into her from behind, then drove himself in a rapid machine rhythm into her dripping hairy gash of sex. Amanda let out guttural moans, accompanied by Vic’s edgy voice, half praising and half berating her for being able to handle all of his meat inside her.
Vic sat in a chair, and Amanda immediately jumped on top of his shiny black shaft, her hands on his shoulders as she bounced herself up and down on him like a human piston, letting out small screams every time her ass smacked his thighs. George realized he was turned on by their display, as Vic gripped her hair in his hands, pulling her head upwards as he suckled and bit down on the stiff nipples of her large sweaty breasts.
George sat up, intently watching them. In a quick jerking movement, Vic pulled Amanda off his lap and sat her in front of him, spraying her face with his seed. Then he looked down at her as her mouth automatically opened to engulf his straining hardness. She stared at him, cooing as she suckled him. Pulling out of her warm mouth, Vic gave her smacking love taps along her tilted cheek with his cock.
George had a full-staff hard-on, a little mesmerized by what he witnessed. Vic turned Amanda around and put her on all fours, using some loose restraints to fasten her wrists to her ankles, bending her over with her ass in the air. Vic picked up a black container, took a big swab of coconut oil, and rubbed it all over his rejuvenating hardening shaft.
He breathed deeply as he took another swab and stuck two fingers into Amanda’s rectum, twirling his fingers around and slowly pushing three fingers in, opening her more. Vic knelt behind her, still breathing heavy, pressing the tip of his shaft against her anal entrance, and gradually pushed the tip of his dick into her ass.
George could hear Amanda’s pitched groan as Vic pressed forward, opening her bottom and sliding almost all the way in. Vic smacked Amanda’s ass and loudly spoke down to her in a smooth voice.
“Give it to me!” he said.
“Ahhh, ahhh, yes, Mister V,” Amanda exclaimed in a breathy voice. She whimpered and then sighed as Vic began sliding, with a firm easy effort, in and out of her backside. Every once in a while, he would stop and just be still and she shuddered on the length of his dick. Then he would start again.
George ejaculated without effort, hands-free, watching Amanda having her ass fucked by this black stud without mercy or concern about him being there. George stroked out the rest of his ejaculate while listening to Amanda’s sighs of painful pleasure as Vic stretched out her bottom until he grunted loudly, indicating he was climaxing. Vic slowly raised himself up, and his softening hose of a dick slipped out of Amanda’s backside, with a trickle of his semen following.
Vic undid her restraints, and after a few breaths, Amanda rushed over to where George sat and engulfed his penis into her warm mouth, slowly suckling him as she audaciously looked up into his eyes to read his reaction to what he witnessed. George enjoyed it, but from the place of enjoying seeing her being fulfilled and handled in the manner she most desired, that was all. George was so supportive that on their honeymoon at Hedo II, he made sure a suggested attendant named Melvin joined them on their first and most subsequent nights of the week they stayed on the resort. Amanda and George were very satisfied with their choice in marriage.
excerpt from Grupa Desdemona - satiate dominium vincere - (Satisfied Ladies Win)
