Amy's Hour

A platinum curl falls across Amy’s face and catches in her eyelashes. She blinks and sweeps it from her forehead. Tony smiles at her encouragingly. With a shrug of her shoulders, she lets her silky shawl slide off.

Her big blue eyes look straight into his. ‘Are you ready for it?’ she asks.

Tony sighs and leans back in his office swivel chair. In front of him, Amy is pulling at the bows that barely hold her blouse together in front. When the strings are undone, the blouse bursts open and her firm round boobs leap forward. The gauzy fabric of the garment still sticks to the tips of her nipples, outlining but not revealing them. He feels a pleasant tug in his pants.

‘Oops,’ Amy says, smiling bashfully. “I wish you were here to help me with this.’

Tony wishes so, too. But he has no idea where the recording studio of ‘Girls Hot For You TV’ is, and even if he knew, they’d never let him in. This time, it was touch and go whether he’d have the office to himself soon enough in time for the show, but the last of his colleagues has finally left.

On the computer screen, Amy winks at him. As usual, the make-up on her left eye is slightly smudged in the corner. This girl is no professional. She’s going through the moves like an actress, as if she’d never done it with a guy in real life. A student, performing this job to tide her over until her acting career takes off. Maybe she’s even saving herself for the right guy, an innocent like herself on whom she can rely not to let her down. It would be difficult to explain that to his Mum, though.

She rises, and Tony feels his gaze drawn towards her crotch. Her frilly white knickers are a little too large for her. They droop in ruffles from her left hip bone like a tiny curtain, and threaten to slip off completely on the other side, displaying her firm but slightly rounded belly. A shady hollow below her hipbones leads to where Tony knows her slit is hidden.

‘I love my knickers,’ she whispers, ‘Mustn’t lose them, though. Look, lots of room in here!’ Her slender fingers are sliding below the waistband, gently caressing her skin. Watching the bulge underneath the silky folds, he can tell when her hand has arrived between her legs and that she is stroking herself there.

‘You’re my favourite,’ she whispers, drawing her hand out of her knickers, letting it trail over her body as she raises it towards her mouth.

‘I wish you could taste this.’ The tips of her fingers are disappearing between her pouting lips.

The stirring in his pants is becoming more insistent now. Deftly, he unbuttons his fly. His dick is already stretching its head out of the elastic of his briefs. He pulls them back and clasps his erect member in both hands. It’s thick and straight, a rich reddish colour that betrays the heat within. When it jerks upwards, he imagines that Amy is holding it with her tender white fingers wrapped around it. One hand around the base, she would let her other hand slide down slowly from the very top, with a firm but gentle grip on him. Then, he’d grow so big that he’d break free from her grasp. Her eyes would widen in amazement.

A loud clatter from the corner of the room startles him. The main lights are switched off, but the emergency lighting is bright enough to outline the figure of a woman in uniform standing near the exit door. A torch lies at her feet.

For a moment, Tony feels unable to move. His dick is still hot and hard in his hands.

‘What’s a boy like you doing in here at night?’ the woman asks, walking up to him.

Her voice is low, and she rolls the ‘r’ so that it sounds like a purr. He recognizes her uniform: dark grey and clinging, scarlet piping, dull metal buttons, with a matching beret. This woman is a guard, and he’s seen her before. She patrols the offices with her male colleagues at ten every night. Today, she’s one hour early.

She’s standing so close now that he can read her brass name tag: ‘Sgt. Tereza Kovaric’. A foreign name, and she looks foreign too, with black eyes under heavy eyebrows set on a milky skin. Her lips are full and sensuous, but the left corner of her mouth is turned down with a threat of displeasure.

‘Didn’t your mother tell you it’s dangerous to be out late, all on your own?’

So she’s making fun of him, just like the girls at the pub. He’s aware that he looks young for his age, and too skinny. Quickly, he glances at the screen to check whether Amy noticed the disrespect.

Amy is smiling at him as if they were still on their own. But Tony is yanked around by a hard grip on his shoulder. The woman is sitting on the edge of his desk, legs spread wide. Her eyes are fixed on his dick, and he is amazed how much this pleases him.

‘Look at me,’ she commands. She places her hands flat on her legs, her thumbs pointing to the spot where her thighs meet. Her muscles are rounded and strong underneath her tight trousers, straining the seams, especially where they lead up to her crotch. The vertical stitching seems to be split apart. He feels his member quivering in his hand as he watches the narrow dark gap in the grey fabric. A whiff of her smell is in the air, a delicious musky aroma.

‘Forget about television now – you’ve got a real woman here.’

Judging by the expression in her eyes, she means it. But he’s been fooled before.

Should he dare touch her? He isn’t able to move. Besides, what would Amy think?

‘I’m Tereza. But you call me Sergeant Kovaric.’

Sergeant Kovaric is spreading her legs even further apart, pushing her pelvis closer to him. There is a long dark gash where the trouser seam should have been between her legs. The borders are smooth and darker than the rest of the fabric. In the middle is a particularly dark patch that glistens like jelly. Acting on a will of its own, his free hand is already moving towards it to investigate.

She grabs his hand.

‘No touching till Sergeant Kovaric allows it.’

With a sharp clank, she draws a pair of handcuffs out of her jacket pocket. The metal closes coldly on his wrists. Both of his hands are around his dick now. Where the edges of the handcuffs touch it, it throbs as if it had a heartbeat of its own.

She bends forward.

‘Let me see more of you.’

She pulls his trousers down, and her face moves towards him. He shivers, waiting for her lips to come closer. For a split second, the tip of her tongue darts out and almost touches him. He starts to moan, but she has already straightened up again.

She is opening the short chain that suspends the brass name tag on her jacket.

‘Look forward to boot camp training.’

Her hands place the chain around the base of his member and snap it closed. There it lies, nestled in his curly blond pubic hair, a circle of gleaming chain links, held together by the plaque with her name on it. It is tight, but not too tight. If he were to grow a little bigger, it would not yet bite into his skin.

Sergeant Kovaric has moved on top of him now, with her legs pressing against his thighs from the outside.

From the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of Amy opening her legs for him. Normally, he would have bent close to the screen at this point and worked his dick to a climax. But he has no time for that now. Sergeant Kovaric is lowering herself on him, and he tries to raise himself to meet her. The top of his dick is still an inch away from the gap in her pants.

‘Don’t move till Sergeant Kovaric tells you to.’ She pushes him back into the chair.

Slowly, she is lowering herself on him again. Now he feels moisture on his member, and he watches the tip entering her. Opting to disregard her instructions, he tries to push himself in a little further, but the hold she has on him is too tight.

‘We’re not ready for that yet.’ With a quick movement, she rises and steps away from him. She touches the brass chain at the base of his dick.

‘I go and lock the front door now. When I come back, this chain will be very tight around you. Then, you will be strong enough for Sergeant Kovaric.’ She detaches a bunch of keys from her belt. It’s a large key ring with a miniature truncheon as a pendant.

‘But…’ He can’t bear her to stop touching him now.

‘You’re a very big boy. Don’t you want to know what proper big boy treatment I have for you?’ She gives him a sharp rap on his hands with the small truncheon, making him wince. A prickling of anticipation runs through his body. She will not let him get away with anything, but he knows he’ll have to keep on trying.

She goes out, not waiting for an answer. While he fingers the warm brass links around his member, he imagines what it will feel like when both he and the chain are wet with her juices. Will the chain move up and down on him then? Will Sergeant Kovaric manipulate it with her strong muscles?

The soft sound of music from the computer distracts him. He has completely forgotten about Amy. Feeling guilty, he glances at the screen.

Amy is bending over doggy-wise, wiggling her bottom at him. Its white rounded form wobbles a little as she moves the smooth cheeks from side to side. All this softness is a bit too much for him, and he has often thought about telling her so. But the act is probably part of the script the television people have written for her, so she cannot skip it.

Eagerly, he turns around when he hears the door open. Sergeant Kovaric walks up to him, and there is something strange about her gait. When she reaches him, he notices why: the bunch of keys is dangling between her legs now.

She sits down on the edge of the desk and places a circle of thumb and forefinger around the top of his dick.

‘If you can guess how deep my truncheon is inside me, I’ll let you come in instead.’

He is confused. What should he say to her?

‘Ten inches?’ he ventures.

‘No, you have to show, not tell.’

Finally, he understands. With his hands still manacled in front of him, he has to strain his back muscles to raise his lower body so that his member slides upwards through her fingers. It protrudes almost five inches now.

She shakes her head, and the corner of her mouth turns down. Tony sweats with the effort of raising himself even further. He finds that when he presses his shoulders against the back rest of his chair while contracting his buttock muscles as much as possible, he can rise another few inches.

For the first time, he sees her smiling.

‘This is correct,’ she says. Slowly, she draws the stick out of her and holds it close against his member, smearing it with its stickiness. ‘It looks puny compared to your big toy, doesn’t it?’

It does. Tony glows with pride while he watches Sergeant Kovaric lowering the gash in her trousers on his dick again. This time, he feels her. Like a smooth glove, her inner surface fits itself around the tip, then swallows up the whole length. Something urges him to move back and forth inside her, but she does not let him. Her inner grasp is strong at the base of his dick now, and her pressure undulates upwards. The pleasure is almost unbearable: every time he feels that he is going to reach an orgasm, her squeezing eases in the place he needs to feel it.

When he least expects it, she gets up and lets his wet dick slip out of her. He looks at the creamy moisture that soaks his pubic hair and discovers that the chain has disappeared.

‘You know where it is. Come and get it, big boy!’

She sits down on him again, and as he is pushing his way through her contracting opening, he feels elation rising in him, and an urgency to increase the pace of his movements.

‘And don’t dare to come until Sergeant Kovaric tells you to.’ A smart smack of the truncheon on his thigh accompanies this admonition.

He stops, trying to take his mind off the irresistible pleasure for a moment. Something is moving on the computer screen, and he turns to take a closer look.

Amy is back on her stool, and her lips open in a regretful little pout. A prickly dark feeling rises at the back of his neck. Amy must have sensed what he was doing, as she always senses everything. But at this moment, the television credits start to scroll down over her face, and he remembers: Amy always looks a little sad at the end of her show. Amy’s hour is over.

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