Wheel of Desire
Copyright© 2026 by BNW
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Amanda gets caught swimming in her Father's boss's backyard pool.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Mult Coercion Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Incest Father Light Bond Spanking Gang Bang Black Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Teacher/Student Nudism
When Wednesday arrived, Amanda rummaged through her closet, agonizing over what to wear. Mr. Reynolds had said to dress “youthful,” but what exactly did that mean? The idea of dressing how he wanted made her pussy tingle.
After much deliberation, she settled on a pair of white cotton panties with little pink hearts on them, a matching bra, and a light pink Houndstooth ruffle dress she hadn’t worn in years and was surprised her mother hadn’t already donated. She slipped on the dress, surprised to find it still fit, though it was much shorter on her now than when she’d last worn it. She pulled her hair into pigtails tied with pink satin ribbons and slipped on a pair of white ankle socks and her old Mary Jane shoes. Looking in the mirror, she thought she looked a lot younger than her actual age, the perfect picture of youthful innocence - exactly what Mr. Reynolds seemed to want.
As she biked to his house, Amanda’s stomach fluttered with nervous excitement. Part of her still felt shame at how eagerly she now anticipated these encounters, but she couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through her as she approached his front door. When she rang the doorbell, her heart was racing.
Mr. Reynolds answered the door, his eyes widening as he took in her appearance. “My, don’t you look adorable,” he said with a broad smile. “Come in, sweetheart.”
Amanda stepped inside, suddenly feeling very insecure in her attire. Mr. Reynolds gently stroked her blonde hair, running his hand along her pigtail before guiding her to the living room where the Wheel of Desire waited.
Amanda gazed at the wheel, eagerness and exhilaration coursing through her body as there were only two visible sections remaining and the question mark.
“Before we spin,” he said, “why don’t you show me what you’re wearing under that pretty dress?”
With a coy smile, Amanda put a fingertip on her lower lip and pulled it down slightly, a pouty expression on her face. “You want me to show you my panties, Mr. Reynolds?” she asked in a bashful tone.
Mr. Reynolds’ breath caught in his throat at her display of innocence. “Yes, baby doll,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “Show me what a good little girl you are.”
Amanda slowly lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her white cotton panties with pink hearts. She held the dress up, giving Mr. Reynolds a full view of her underwear and smooth, bare legs.
“Turn around,” he instructed softly.
Amanda did as she was told, showing him how the panties hugged her small, pert bottom. She looked over her shoulder at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Is this okay, Mr. Reynolds?” she asked in a sweet voice.
He nodded, his eyes dark with lust. “Perfect, my dear. Now, why don’t you come over here and sit on my lap.”
Amanda lowered her dress and approached him, her heart racing. She snuggled herself on his lap. As soon as she was situated, he slid one hand up her dress caressing her bare thigh while the other played with a pigtail.
“Such a good girl, dressing up so pretty for me,” he praised. His hand slid higher up her thigh, fingers brushing against the crotch of her panties. Amanda squirmed slightly at the contact. “Are you excited to spin the wheel?” he asked.
Amanda leaned into him and seductively whispered in his ear, “I’ve been looking forward to it all day.” She then hopped off his lap with a giggle and took her usual place on the sofa.
With a broad smile she flicked the spinner, watching with anticipation as it whirled around before finally coming to rest on “Fuck Pussy.”
Mr. Reynolds smiled broadly. “What a wonderful spin, my dear. Can I assume that I will be the first man to fuck your little pussy?”
Amanda’s heart raced at his words. Despite everything they’d done so far, she was still a virgin in the traditional sense. The thought of Mr. Reynolds being her first was both scary and exciting. “Y- Yes, Mr. Reynolds,” Amanda answered softly, her cheeks slightly flushing pink.
Mr. Reynolds smiled, clearly pleased. “I’m honored you have chosen me to be your first. Why don’t you come over here and we’ll make this extra special for you.”
Amanda stood up, her legs trembling slightly with nervous excitement. She approached Mr. Reynolds, who gently pulled her onto his lap. His hands caressed her sides as he looked into her eyes.
“We’re going to take this nice and slow,” he murmured. “I want your first time to be pleasurable.”
He leaned in and kissed her softly, his lips moving against hers. Amanda responded hesitantly at first, then with growing enthusiasm. As they kissed, Mr. Reynolds’ hands roamed her body, slipping under her dress to caress her thighs.
“Let’s get you out of this pretty dress,” he said, breaking the kiss.
Amanda stood, kicking off her shoes, and allowed Mr. Reynolds to unzip her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him in just her heart-patterned panties and bra, her body tingling with anticipation.
“Beautiful,” Mr. Reynolds breathed, drinking in the sight of her. He unhooked her bra, exposing her perky breasts, then slowly slid her panties down, kissing her bottom as he did so.
Amanda stood naked and still as Mr. Reynolds undressed. Once he was naked, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, his erection pressing against her bare skin. He softly kissed her exposed neck then whispered, “Let’s head to my bedroom, I think we will be more comfortable there.”
Amanda moaned softly and nodded as he took her by the hand, and they walked naked through the house to his bedroom. Once there, Mr. Reynolds guided Amanda to lie down on the large bed. He positioned himself next to her, propped up on one elbow as he gazed down at her nude teenage body. His free hand traced lazy patterns on her skin, from her collarbone down to her stomach.
“You’re so young and beautiful,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her softly.
His hand drifted lower, fingers brushing against her bare mound before slipping between her legs. Amanda gasped as he began to stroke her pussy, his skilled fingers quickly finding her clit. He circled it gently, building her arousal.
“I want to make you nice and wet for me,” Mr. Reynolds explained, his voice low and husky.