Following her tryst with Victor, Amanda had enough money to pay for car insurance. When the insurance was paid, she began driving her mom’s car or borrowing her cousin Babsi’s 1998 Ford Escort. She thought the model had a fitting name. Amanda’s mom asked where she got the money to pay the insurance. Amanda had already thought up a lie.

She told her mom, “There is this nerdy guy, Jordan, at school whose dad is a stockbroker. Jordan talked about investing in the stock market. Most of us didn’t know what he was talking about, and he explained how it worked. He said that AI, or artificial intelligence, was a hot stock, and we should invest in it.

“Well, we didn’t know how to do that. So, a few of us gave him money to invest for us. I gave him a hundred dollars that I had saved from my birthday. Then an amazing thing happened. The stock went way up because of something he called a buyout. That gave me enough money for the insurance. Now he’s investing in cryptocurrencies for me and other kids. If I’m lucky, I can buy a car.”

In addition, Amanda began looking for wealthier men. She searched for upscale men’s clubs like the one that Philip, the attorney, belonged to. That’s where she found Philip Williamson with links to sites for members seeking female companionship. She bought nicer clothes to fit her circumstances.

Amanda was learning that all sugar daddies weren’t like Babsi had said. Each had a different reason for hooking up with young girls. Some were kinky and treated her like a whore. Others were pretentious or rude. Not knowing what she was getting made each arrangement more exciting but not necessarily enjoyable.

Finally, she posted her picture and a profile that was mostly true on a sugar baby website.

*

Amanda was horny the night she drove to meet her newest daddy, Harold Farnsworth, who lived in an upper-crust neighborhood and owned a lavish home. She wore no bra, a short skirt like tennis players wear with no panties, and a light, flimsy blouse.

Harold had a shaved head, lots of tattoos, and a nose ring. He wore a “Where’s Waldo” shirt that showed a crowd of people mingling on a nude beach. She complimented him on the amusing shirt.

“My wife got it for me when we were there, but it cost me.”

“What do you mean it cost you? You said she bought it for you.”

“No, I said she got it for me. You see, a guy came up to us wearing this shirt and an eight-inch erection. My wife said she liked it, and I thought she meant the shirt.

“Can you find the couple fucking in there?” he asked. We searched but finally asked him to point them out. “I’ve got some in my cabana if you want one. The shirt, not the couple fucking,” he added with a laugh.

Harold continued his story. “The thing is that my wife went with him to get the shirt. When she was gone awhile, I decided to find her. At the cabana, there was a line of guys waiting their turn. They weren’t there to buy a shirt. You follow? Now we’re separated.”

‘Is she pretty? I mean, do you think the men in line would find her attractive?

“Attractive and sexy, yes, but when a guy is horny, pretty isn’t a high priority. Anyway, she likes to show off her body and thought about posing for Playboy or Penthouse. But she wanted to keep her teaching job. So, instead, I’ve taken a lot of pictures of her. She is the one who booked us to go to a ‘clothing optional’ beach. She just loves to show off her tits.”

“Where was this, Harold?”

“Jamaica. She found it on a swingers’ website. They advertised the resort as an exotic paradise for open-minded, sex-positive adults.”

“Can I see a picture of her?” she asked. He showed Amanda a dozen nude pictures of her on his cell phone. One was of her giving him a blowjob. Another, he was eating her out. “Wow, she’s gorgeous. Gosh, I wish I had tits like that.”

“Yes, she’s a Golden Globes winner,” he laughed at his own joke. Amanda didn’t get it.

The whole time, Harold glared at her legs that were open in a tantalizing way. "Do you like what you see, Harold?" she asked, noticing the unmistakable bulge in his pants.

"Lift your skirt and spread your legs so I can get a better look at your cunt. Hmm, you have what it takes, darling." Within seconds, he had two fingers inside her. She reached over, squeezing his bulge. They were on their way.

She was sure he was about to fuck her even before he had her clothes off, but instead, he asked her if she drank coffee. It seemed like an odd time to have a coffee break. She told him occasionally. “Do you like cream in your coffee?” he asked. Yes, if it's a latte.”

“I have an espresso brewer, sweetheart. It makes great coffee.”

While it was brewing, he said, “I want to show you a few movie trailers to watch before the coffee is ready.” They were porn scenes. The videos Amanda watched were like the Kama Sutra of sensual pleasures.

Harold said, “I’d like us to do what you see here tonight. My wife loved these and wanted to try everything. Each new position she thought was a religious ceremony.

While she watched an interracial couple fucking on a Jamaican beach, he arrived from the kitchen, setting two cups on the coffee table. Harold stood in front of her wearing no pants and an erection that reminded her of a dagger looking for a victim, only thicker.

To her surprise, although it shouldn’t have been, Harold’s cock was pierced. He called it his Prince Albert ring. “My wife had me do it. She thought it would be a wonderful look at our swingers’ party. After all, her tits and clit are pierced, so why not me? All the women love the feel of it, and I think you will too. Oops, I forgot the cream.

Hey, how’s this for the cream? You need to squeeze it to make it squirt,” rubbing his dick that was so hard that his erection stood straight up, not straight out but up like looking at the ceiling.

She just stared at him, not knowing what to say.

"Cat got your tongue, honey?"

“Huh?” She wasn't sure what he meant and said, “It looks like you’re already turned on.” She sank to her knees, looking up at Harold with her tongue out. "How's this for tongue?" licking his pulsing cock. After sucking him for a short time, he squirted a sizable load into her coffee cup. His semen just floated at first, then sank.

“There you have it, my latte special.”

“You expect me to drink this?” she asked.

“Try it, but you need to stir it first. You might like it better than Starbucks.”

She sipped it, hoping he would give her a bigger fringe benefit for her cooperation.

After their coffee break, Harold was ready to go again. It was with a version of doggy. Her legs and knees rested on the couch with her arms on the floor. Harold stood behind her, straddling her hips and fucking her from behind. He was able to get in deep, the way Amanda liked it. He took a long time, and Amanda’s elbows were sore, but the orgasms came one after another. She was still panting like a dog while he squeezed the last drop of cum into her juicy hole. This turned out to be one of Amanda’s favorite positions. She was learning to have personal preferences.

Harold was generous, giving her three hundred fifty dollars, one hundred each for fucking her in three different positions and fifty for the latte.

*

Amanda liked the variety and excitement of meeting strangers. Sometimes the sex was fun, but I had second thoughts after being with Springer Swinger. Well, at least that was the name he gave her. Springer was into BDSM.

He undressed her and strapped Amanda to the bed. He said she needed to wear jewelry and clamped her nipples connected by a chain.

 The nipple chain was connected to a cord that was plugged into a box with dials. It sent pulses to her tits that alternated between shocks of pleasure and jolts of pain.

"You are so lovely. I think you'll love wearing the appliances. First, let's put on a ball gag so your shouts of joy won't disturb the neighbors."

With her legs spread and tied to the bedposts, Springer inserted something that looked like a dildo in her pussy that had wires connected leading to a box with dials like volume controls. She could feel impulses inside her pussy that were comfortable at first. The feeling was pleasurable, but as the volume increased, the pleasure increased to bringing her to the edge of an orgasm, then it changed and alternated between pain and pleasure. The thing about the pain was that it made the pleasure more intense.

Another of his toys or appliances was a silver bullet that he stuck in her ass. There were no shocks, only vibrations that she liked, and she didn’t mind having it turned up.

Finally, he attached two clamps that spread her plump pussy lips, exposing her clit.

“How do you feel?” he asked with a calm but sinister voice like the evil six-fingered Count Rugen in the Princess Bride movie.

She couldn’t answer with the ball gag in her mouth, but she let out whimpers with tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Now for the coup de grâce, my dear,” he chortled. “I hope you like Johann Sebastian Bach because we will let him entertain you. When Springer turned on the music, the shocks and vibrations were keeping time with the music. The intensity of shocks changed with the music, and the vibrations kept pace with the tempo. Her hips undulated and seemed to be keeping time with the music. At one point with a surge in the concerto, she had an amazing orgasm. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced in her young life.

Springer sat naked on a tall stool watching her shake with the rhythm of Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto while he stroked his less than impressive penis.

On the table, he picked up a wand with a comb-like electrode that glowed with neon lights. “Let me show you this wonderful invention,” he told her. Touching her feet and thighs, it zapped and blinked, and she let out a yip in surprise. It felt like static electricity, but soon she would learn that as the volume increased, it stung when it touched her clit.

The wand had other electrodes. The one he used on himself was a thin rod about as long as a straw. Slowly he pushed it in the slit at the tip of his cock until most of it was inside. She could hear the vibrations that caused him to holler and grunt, “Ah, oh, ahh, ahhhh,” sounding as if he was in pain. But in fact, he was getting off as precum dripped out from his very hard erection.

“Oh God, that felt so good,” he murmured after a fifteen-minute session. “Now, my sugar baby, it’s your turn.”

The electrode he chose for her was a tube with a tip that looked like a suction cup. It fit perfectly over her clit, where it zapped and flashed, sending shocks that were like static electricity. She groaned and moaned, not knowing what would come next.

"Let's have Johann give us the pleasures of his music together," placing coils around his cock that were connected to the controller. "This is just fucking together in a different way. It almost guarantees that we will climax as one."

He was close to being right since they finished at about the same time.

The session was over. She had become accustomed to allowing herself to have orgasms at uncontrolled and unexpected moments. He, of course, had a hands-free orgasm of his own.

Amanda wasn’t fond of being immobilized, but on the other hand, electrosex provided sensations that gave her powerful pleasures. She would want to explore estim again. Springer wanted her back for more electrotherapy, as he called it. They scheduled another therapy session for next month.

"You did very well for your first stimming sessions. When you return, I'll give you the controller. We should use jazz the next time. Jazz gives the most powerful stimulation of all. However, you never want to overdo it. Electro stimulation still uses electrical currents."

*

Two weeks later, she met Pavel from Poland. Pavel had an apartment a few miles outside of the city where he cooked pierogi, cabbage rolls, and kielbasa for an early dinner. After the dishes were cleared, he took her to what he called his drawing room, where a half dozen provocative magazines were scattered on the table. They weren’t Newsweek or National Geographic. They had titles like Private, Gent, Screw, Bang, Seventeen, and Climax.

Amanda didn’t need to read the titles to know they were pornographic magazines. The front covers told her what they were. She was only surprised that they still published porn magazines. Amanda had learned about sex and porn on Pornhub and XNXX but had never seen porn in print.

“Wow, Pavel. You have an interesting choice of literature. Is this your hobby?”

“No, I’m a photographer.” He picked up a copy of Climax and opened it to what she thought was the centerfold. She was amazed that the girl looked to be her age.

“I took these of a girl I knew in Poland.” Some were of the girl in a variety of obscene positions. Others were with a man whose cock was either in her mouth or pussy.

“This is Eva, the daughter of our mayor. She wanted to get into porn. So, it wasn’t long before Eva came to my studio.”

“Who was the guy? He has a gorgeous cock.”

“He is my brother. It’s a common trait in our family, if you catch my meaning.”

Pavel offered her a glass of vodka while she flipped through the pages of a few glossy publications. Amanda could feel herself heating up and yearned to see if his cock was as beautiful as his brother’s.

 Pavel suggested he take a few photos of her. Amanda was a little mellow, even tipsy from the vodka, and said yes, “I’d like that.”

“Let’s go to my studio. You can leave your clothes in here.”

“I’d like to leave on my panties.”

“No problem,” he said.

In the photo studio, Pavel told her to play with herself while he set up the cameras. Why not? she thought. Maybe it would bring an added tip. It was just that she had only masturbated privately. With someone watching, it became even more exciting. Her heart was pounding with the excitement of having sex with herself in front of lights and cameras.

After the cameras were adjusted for light and focus, Amanda modeled as Pavel told her the poses he wanted. "My god, Amanda, you are so photogenic. Your skin is silky. Your hair glows, and your smile is sexy." Eventually he asked, "How about showing the camera your sensitive parts?"

"Huh? My sensitive parts?"

He gave her a salacious grin.

"Oh, you mean my pussy."

"You are a quick learner, Amanda. Slip off your panties and open your legs. When you are comfortable, stretch your swollen pussy lips for the camera so I can get a closeup of your clit."

She sat on a sofa and modeled as he took pictures of her fully naked, spreading her cunt lips for the close-ups. "If I can get you in one of the teen mags, I’ll pay you the going rate for modeling," he promised.

"But what if my mother finds out?"

"She won't. I only work with the Polish editions. You might have noticed my magazines are all in Polish."

"Okay. Do you make videos?"

"I'm just getting into that. Do you want to do one with me?"

"But how do you fuck your models when you are behind the camera?" she asked.

"I meant with me filming you and Jerome. Jerome is the guy that the girls love as their partner. Do you want to meet him?

"I'm here to be with you."

"Sure. Jerome won’t be here for an hour, so we'll spend some time together warming you up."

As expected, Pavel had a shapely cock like his brother, and he knew how to use it. In less than an hour, Pavel came twice before Jerome arrived.

Amanda cleaned up in the bathroom. When she returned to the studio, Jerome was there, already naked, with a huge smile, greeting her with a deep kiss. She couldn't take her eyes off the oversized appendage hanging between his legs. He was a tall Black man, athletic and muscular. "My God, he's handsome, and that incredible cock!" she thought to herself.

"I’m ready to get started, Pavel, but I need some TLC," he said, holding his semi-flaccid cock. Amanda understood. She licked and sucked and sucked and licked until he was as hard as a telephone pole. His size was both frightening and exciting, reminding Amanda of her fears as a young girl wondering if having sex hurt. Now she wondered if he would fit inside of her.

Pavel did the directing that wasn't needed. Both performers knew what to do even though Amanda was an amateur. Well, she was only an amateur actress, not in how to satisfy a man.

After they exchanged doing oral scenes, they got started on serious fucking. Jerome took his time getting into her slippery hole, slowly and gently, stretching her cunt, inching in like in slow motion with Pavel taking close-ups.

It was tight at first, like the first time when she had sex with Uncle Roy, but their juices kept it flowing while she experienced multiple orgasms. Jerome was a terrific partner even when he pushed in all nine inches and then banged her forcefully.

She sighed and groaned and whimpered, even yelled. She wasn’t faking it for the camera. If doing porn was like this, she was all in, she thought.

Pavel wanted them in different positions before Jerome finished doing her in doggy. With a holler like celebrating a touchdown, Pavel moved the camera closer, focusing on his hard, cum-soaked cock as he pulled out, making sure to get a good shot of the massive creampie gushing from her cunt.

“You are a natural, Amanda. Come back when school is over, and I’ll take your photos for the Polish periodicals.

Along with the money she earned by posing for Pavel and the porn magazines, as well as several months of sugar daddies, Amanda was able to buy a used car at a great price. She had met a used car salesman at a local beach. It was a quickie in his SUV, but she couldn’t pass up the deal he gave her. Now Amanda had the freedom to meet men whenever they wanted her. That wasn’t her only good fortune. Amanda was now addicted to cocks. She loved how they looked, how they tasted, and how they felt inside her.

*

She had owned the car for barely a week when a cop stopped her on the way to visit her cousin Babsi to tell her all about her sugar daddy adventures.

"Officer, what is this about? I wasn't speeding."

"No, ma'am. Could I see your driver’s license?"

She reached in her purse and gave him her license. As he scanned it, she tried to think of why this was happening.

"Can you confirm that you are Amanda Cortland, age eighteen?"

"That's correct, sir. Why was I stopped?"

"We'll explain everything at the station."

On the way to the police station, Amanda thought that there was only one possibility for the arrest. She was being arrested for prostitution, like when Salvatore had called her a whore. Prostitution was illegal in the state.

At the police station, the arresting officer and a man in plainclothes who called himself Inspector Murphy sat her in a cold, dingy room.

"You are under arrest for the murder of Mr. Springer Wajekowski.

"Who? I don't even know Springer Wajekowski."

"He had you in his date book for May 23rd. You didn't meet him because, as you probably already knew, he was dead. He was electrocuted on the 23rd or 24th."

"Oh my God. You mean Springer Swinger. Yes, I met him, but I didn't electrocute him."

"You used his toys, and it’s his toys that killed him.”

“He just showed me his collection. That’s all. I didn’t use them.”

“You can tell that to the judge."

“I want to talk to my lawyer.” As it turned out, Amanda had connections, and her call went to her sugar daddy, Philip Williams.

“Is Inspector Murphy there? Let me talk with him,” he said.

They spoke for a few minutes, then the inspector gave the phone back to Amanda.

“Look, Amanda,” Williams said. “They only know you were screwing Mr. Wajekowski, and they are pretty sure it was an accident. The thing is, they like arresting pretty girls with a reputation like yours. Just give him a blowjob, and he’ll let you go. Oh, one more thing. He likes girls that swallow.”

Amanda was home an hour later.