The Ring Corrupts Ch. 03 - Amanda

My bag came into view on the baggage carousel and I gave a sigh of relief. I'd packed the ring in my jacket pocket, which was inside my suitcase. I regretted this decision. The whole flight I'd fretted nervously about the suitcase being lost. I'd also had fantasies about touching the air hostess with the ring and taking her back to the toilet to join the Mile High club.

"I'll always keep it with me on future flights," I promised myself, relieved at locating my suitcase off the carousel.

I was now far less sceptical about the ring's power. Shortly after being gifted it in Africa I'd put it to the test on two occasions. First, in a brief encounter with a very attractive Ghanaian Hotel receptionist. Second, in an extended session with my colleague's white, middle-aged wife. On both occasions I'd been amazed by the results. Neither women had given me any prior indication that they were interested in me sexually, yet both became extremely aroused with the touch of the ring. I'd had pleasurable experiences with both.

The other thing I'd considered on the flight home was the warnings that had come with the ring. A 'double edged sword' and 'bringing pleasure and pain' I'd been warned.

"Well I reckon there's only been pleasure for all parties so far," I thought, smiling at the memories. "Both those women had a most enjoyable experience and their secret's safe with me. No harm done to anyone I would say."

With that I dismissed all talk of caution. Then I considered the advice from the tribesman who gifted me the ring. Keep it on at all times, otherwise the ring itself would not be happy, he'd told me. Despite getting evidence that the ring had some considerable power, I'd decided to also dismiss this advice. I'd put the ring in the inside pocket of my jacket. That's where it remained when I exited the airport terminal.

"Hi; how'd it go darling?" my wife Penny asked, greeting me with a kiss.

"Great, I think I did well for the company. How are you and the girls?" I replied despite already knowing they were fine, due to modern technology.

I was referring to our two daughters, Madeline and Adele, aged 20 and 18 respectively. Lovely girls, with Maddie at College and Adele soon to join her there. They were bright, played sport and had a wide group of friends. They'd never given us any trouble.

"They're good. We all missed you."

I smiled and gave her a tender kiss. Penny was a good wife. Loving and loyal. I loved her; there was no doubt about that. She was short, slim and pretty; with a smooth olive complexion, signalling her Mediterranean roots. I knew I was a lucky man. However, this hadn't stopped me having two affairs during our marriage.

My first affair stretched out over two years. That was Jolene, who I'd worked with. She wasn't particularly attractive, certainly not as pretty as my wife. However, we undertook some projects together, began to get on really well and one thing just led to another. Both being married we kept our relationship very low key. Logistics were no problem because I had the use of an apartment in town that belonged to an old friend Paul Corrigan. Paul owned it mainly as an investment and only used it when he was in town. The rest of the time I could use it. Eventually Jolene got a new job and moved state. Our parting was amicable.

My second affair was quite different in nature. Bridget was a very attractive friend of Penny's. Our relationship had been brief, while she was having some relationship issues with her husband, Art. Once they reconciled she'd broken it off with me. Despite feeling I'd been somewhat used, I'd just had to accept it was over.

"Now I've had two more very brief flings, made possible by my newly acquired ring," I dreamed, as we drove down the freeway.

Penny chattered away; bringing me up to date with information I couldn't have cared less about. My mind continued to drift. I made a decision on the ring.

"It was fun, but I think I'll park it for a time," I decided

Once home it was clear that my family had all got on with their lives, as they always did. Both Penny and the girls had many friends; plus Penny had a large family who were always dropping by. We had a pool and this was always a big attraction; so it was a busy house.

I took a week off work upon my return, during which time Penny and I had three pleasant love making sessions. That took the edge off. I didn't think much about the ring, still in my jacket pocket, that first week.

Exactly one week later I returned to work and resumed my mundane, day to day routine. My office staff, numbering three in all, were happy to see me. I took them out and shouted lunch by way of celebrating my successful African trip.

They reflected to me that my having secured transport rights through tribal lands, to where the ore would be mined, had gone down very well with the Company. Vanessa and Bill, both long serving staff members were restrained in their praise, but as usual my Junior PA, Emily, was particularly gushing over this fact. Such was her nature. She'd been with the Company 18 months and was a breath of fresh air, with her upbeat personality. I liked her and she'd even invited me and Penny to her wedding to Mike, some six months earlier. Mike was her childhood sweetheart and seemed a nice guy. Penny and I agreed they were a good match.

Our conversation moved on to the usual gripes from Vanessa and Bill. There were new people in the Company's Marketing department who were giving them a hard time. Vanessa and Bill didn't like new younger people changing the way things ran at Landberry Mining. I let them have their moan and promised I'd look to deal with Marketing after I'd settled back in. Emily had no complaints. In her world all was roses.

It was late that afternoon, on my first day back at work that I felt a slight pain right at the base of my cock. It began as little more than an irritation. When the discomfort increased I told Vanessa I was leaving early. By the time I got home I felt like I had a rubber band being tightened around the base of my cock. I was in serious discomfort. Penny noticed this.

"You alright Robert?"

"Yeah, just a pain in my leg. It's nothing."

"Well Ok, don't forget, we're going to Caroline and Gerry's for dinner tonight."

"Oh shit!" I thought. "That's all I need."

I didn't mind Gerry, but my least favourite sister-in-law got on my nerves. I knew she didn't like me.

One hour later, I'd forgotten all about our dinner date. I was on the bed in excruciating pain, wondering if I would have to get Penny drive me to see a Doctor. That's when it occurred to me.

"That fuck'n ring," I said out loud.

I dove into the wardrobe and located my jacket. I pulled out the ring and held it up, just as Penny came in to see how I was doing.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Oh this; it's my gift from the tribe I negotiated with in Ghana."

"It looks like gold. Give me a look," she said, taking the ring from me before I could stop her.

"Oh my God," I thought when she slipped it onto her finger. "Will she push me down on the bed and ravage me?"

I watched her intently looking for a sign.

"Damn! Too big," she said, trying it on her middle finger. "It's heavy though. Definitely worth a bit I'd say. Here!"

She tossed it back to me, with no sign that she had felt any arousal at all.

"What?" she asked, noting my intent look.

"Nothing," I said, slipping the ring on my finger.

"It looks good you should wear it," she said, leaving the room.

Immediately the pain in my cock began to subside.

"You little bugger," I swore, looking at the ring on my finger.

I decided I had no choice. The ring would have to remain on. I'd just have to take care who I touched.

In addition, it didn't appear to have had any effect on Penny, in the brief moment she'd worn it.

"Possibly because it was gifted to me," I thought.

With the ring back on my finger I suddenly found my libido increased tenfold. However, at this point I only considered strangers; venturing out at lunchtime, looking for a prospective partner among the crowd. I didn't want to go with just anyone, so I set my sights high. This high bar proved restrictive and the first lunchtime I couldn't settle on any one woman.

By the weekend I was getting quite frustrated by my own indecision. Saturday morning I rose early, played golf early, showered at the club and was on my way home at 11.am. I had a couple of chores to do, including calling into the supermarket. By now the ring was fairly throbbing on my finger. I had a constant erection and the idea of utilising it to find a woman was dominating my thoughts.

At the supermarket I saw a couple of reasonably attractive women on their own, but couldn't bring myself to reach out and touch them. Then I spied her down the aisle, walking my way. I hesitated pretending to look for an item, trying to recall where I'd met her previously. It took me a while, because she was dressed in T-shirt and jeans. I searched my memory.

"Stewart and Maine Accountants," I suddenly thought, congratulating myself.

They'd done some work for our company a year or more ago. I'd attended a couple of meetings where she was present. Back then she'd worn a black suit and high heels, her blonde hair tied back in a bun. Despite this attire she was noticeably attractive and my work colleague had commented on this afterwards. I'd had to agree with him.

"She has to be the one," I thought.

As we moved closer together I walked up to her.

"Oh hi," I started cheerfully.

"Hi..." she said doubtfully, "...do I know you?"

"Robert; from Landberry Mining. It's Amanda isn't it? You did some work for us a year or so back," I said, thrusting out my ring hand.

This was a bold move. I mean; who shakes hands with someone who barely recognises them.

"Oh yes; that's right. Hi Robert," she said grasping my hand to shake it. "I'm sorry; you look different in your casual clothes."

"And so do you," I replied watching her brow furrow just a little. "You look great Amanda; it's nice to see you."

My reintroduction was completely over the top. We'd only been in two meetings together and barely spoken a word. I watched her intently and, despite having released her hand, noted the same signs I'd seen with both Esi and Margaret back in Ghana.

"Do you live around here Robert?"

"Not too far away. What about you?"

"Oh, I only live half a mile away. I'm surprised we haven't met here before."

"Well we've met now and it's great to see you again," I said reaching out to touch her bare arm. "Look; if you've got some free time, why don't we go grab a coffee?"

The suggestion was far too bold and even a bit sleazy, given she was a good 15 years younger than me. Had I not been touching her with the ring, she'd most certainly have politely turned me down.

"Um...Yeah...yeah, that'd be nice. Um...what about..."

"Maybe your place; since it's so close. Is anyone else home?"

I noted her beginning to flush. Her tongue came to purse her lips, while she tried to work out why she was feeling so aroused, talking to someone she barely knew. I brazenly dropped my eyes and took in her breasts.

"Braless!" I thought noting the nipples standing out proudly through the thin material.

I was completely overplaying my hand with this young woman; both with suggestions and my actions. I was putting the ring to its biggest test yet, but it appeared to be working. My roving eyes didn't seem to faze her at all.

"Yeah; OK," she nodded. "My roommate has gone out and my...my boyfriend isn't coming around until about two this afternoon."

Talk of a boyfriend clearly introduced a small shred of doubt into her mind. However, my experiences with Esi and Margaret in Ghana told me the touch of the ring would overcome any such doubts.

"Great!" I said. "Let's go then."

We went through the express aisle together, while she rabbited on about her apartment and the woman she shared it with. She gave me the address and we agreed to meet outside. During the car ride my cock grew rigid. I was extremely excited. I saw her waiting by her car, pulled over and walked over.

"Robert, I've just got to tell you...I'm fairly liberal, but I don't usually..."

"You don't usually do this do you? Neither do I, but I just feel a real connection with you. I can't explain it."

"Yeah...a connection...that's it...it's strange...I've never felt..."

"It should be fun," I cutting her off mid-sentence, while taking the opportunity to touch her lightly on the arm. "C'mon, show me the way."

She smiled; likely thinking my touch was one of reassurance. However it was nothing of the sort. I'd noticed by now, that the more I touched, the more aroused the woman became. I was beginning to learn about the ring. Amanda turned to the key pad, before leading me through the door and up two flights of stairs to her apartment.

I followed her into a modern apartment tastefully decorated, just as one would expect for two white collar females. She kicked off her slip on shoes and walked barefoot across to the kitchen bench and put down her groceries.

"Do you want coffee," she asked nervously, turning to face me.

I could see her nipples still pushing through bra and T-shirt. Her tongue darted out again.

"Not really," I said, walking directly over to her.

She looked down briefly then raised her eyes demurely to meet mine.

"Oh yes," I thought. "There're a few young men who've received that look before."

"Neither do I," she said, flinging an arm around my neck and pulling me in for a hard kiss.

She tasted divine. I placed both hands on her butt and pulled her into me. Her breasts mashed into my lower chest. I thrust my cock into her stomach. Such grinding was completely over the top, for what should have been a first tentative kiss.

We remained in this clinch for some minutes. Finally she broke off the kiss.

"Christ! I can't believe we're doing this," she gushed. "It's so naughty. Are you alright with it? Are you married? You must be married."

"Take your T-shirt off," I said, ignoring her questions.

"Oh! And so demanding too," she giggled at my blunt command.

She lifted the white t-shirt up and over her head. My cock twitched in anticipation.

"Mmmm, these are nice,"

"Yes they are," she replied boldly, thrusting her chest toward me.

I bent my head to kiss the soft flesh, bringing a hand to lift each in turn. She purred appreciation, running fingers through my hair. Soon she wanted more.

"Now you," she said clutching at my golf polo.

I had it off in one swift motion. She came forward and sucked my nipple. That was different. No one had done that to me previously. I hummed my approval. Suddenly she pulled back.

"Bedroom!" was all she said, turning and taking my hand to pull me along after her.

We went into her bedroom, which was painted white, minimalist and pristine. She gave me no time to look further.

"Quick," she said hauling off her jeans to bare long tanned legs.

"My god what a beauty," I thought, admiring her body. "You've struck the jackpot here Robert."

"C'mon; hurry up," she encouraged.

I quickly followed suit, stripping off including my boxers.

"Oh my god," she said looking at my hard cock saluting her at 45 degrees. "What a beautiful cock."

She stepped forward and took it in the palm of her hand, wrapping her fingers around the girth. She licked her lips, like a ravenous dog. I guessed what was coming.

"Oh yes," I moaned as she dropped to her knees, raining kisses across my chest and stomach.

She brought my cock to nestle on her face.

"You like this Robert?" she said, looking up impishly; trailing the head of my cock over her cheeks and lips.

I nodded my approval and she continued, flicking the head with her tongue as it passed. When she stopped it at her mouth she looked up again and held my gaze. Out came the tongue and she ran it around the head. I shuddered and she smiled, continuing to tease."

"Ohhhh," I moaned. "Please Amanda. I need you too..."

"I know baby. You want to put your cock in my mouth don't you?" she said, still tonguing me.

"Hmmm," was all I could answer.

She let out a small laugh before sliding her lips slowly over the head, taking me into her warm mouth just as I'd desired.

"Oh my god; I've hit the goldmine," I thought, placing a hand behind her head and beginning to gently fuck her mouth.

My actions didn't concern Amanda. She took me in, down to where her hand continued to work the lower half of my shaft. She began to lavish my cock with saliva. I looked past her to the bedside table and spied a photo of her with a young man.

"The boyfriend" I thought, which saw me begin to thrust harder.

The combined sights of Amanda ongoing sloppy efforts on my cock and the picture of her and the boyfriend arm in arm saw my juices rapidly rising. I breathed deeply through my nostrils, but suddenly she stopped.

"I can't stand it any longer," she gasped. "I need this beautiful cock in me."

"I was loving that," I moaned, making a disappointed face, while she stood and removed her panties.

"Don't worry you'll get your cum. Have you got a condom?"

"No," I answered, surprised at this question. "You're not on the pill?"

"No! I can't stand it. Makes me want to puke all day. Never mind, you'll just have to pull out."

"Pull out?" I said, sounding reluctant.

"All right then, I'll suck you off. Just don't cum in my pussy. OK!"

"OK; no problem. I'll let you know when," I happily agreed, delighted by her crude forthrightness.

"Quickly then!" she said, throwing herself backwards onto the bed and beckoning me to follow.

She immediately bent her legs at the knees and pulled them back. The same position as Margaret had assumed, however this was no Margaret. This young woman was gorgeous. Her skin was smooth and tanned, plus she was shaven nude. I could see moisture glistening on her swollen pussy lips and her feminine scent reached my nostrils. I was just as desperate as she was, but knew I had to taste her first.

I crawled onto the bed, pushed her legs back and dipped my head to her stomach, immediately raining kisses upon it.

"Oh Robert. Noooo! I wanted you in me. Fuck my pussy, don't suckle on it..." she stopped short, as my lips moved to her pussy. "Oh god...you naughty boy. Now that feels so nice. Oh yes, yes please."

"Wow she's a chatterbox." I thought as I sucked on each plump outer lip, letting my cheek nudge her clit. Soon she'd forgotten about needing my cock inside her pussy. Her hands went into my hair as she jabbered on. She began to demand I stop teasing and move to her pearl.

I ignored her pleas, gently pulled her lips wider and ran my tongue up her slit. I lapped up her juices, which tasted divine. At the same time I reached a hand up to massage her breast.

"This woman is perfect," I thought.

Soon Amanda began to writhe about and thrust up into my face. Her leg hooked behind my head pinning me there. It was all I could do to keep up my pleasuring of her.

The minute I moved lips up to her clit, Amanda stopped talking, caught her breath and let out a deep groan. Thighs clamped onto each side of my head, while her juices flowed forth. I let them wash over my lips and chin, while she rode out her orgasm. The whole experience had left my cock rigid. I began to kiss back up her body.

"Fuck me Rob. That was the best head I've ever had, bar none. Whatever you were doing...I don't know...it was too much," she said, when I got to her neck." You want to fuck me now baby?"

"Hmmmm, yes please," I said.

Amanda reached out, took hold of my shaft and pulled it to her entrance. She used the head to paint her wet lips.

"Oh my god. I can't believe it. You've got me so worked up. Honestly, it's intense. I can't bear it. I've never felt this horny before."