A talk at home

When we had returned home, I instructed Megan to disrobe in the living room and follow me naked into our bedroom.

“So, tell me why we went to visit my father tonight?” I asked, guiding Megan down to her knees by the foot of my bed before sitting down. Placing her hands on her knees

“You wanted me to.” She said choosing her words carefully, placing her hands on her knees. Looking up at me thoughtfully before she spoke again. “You wanted him to see me as a fucktoy?” Megan asked, her blue eyes seaching for the correct answer.

“You are a fucktoy, but no. You were close the first time.”

Megan pursed her lips as she thought. I wanted to make sure I was stern and got my point across, but I loved her facial expressions. I loved how she mulled things over, how emotionally intelligent she was and even now I could see how she really wanted to get the right answer. Even if only to make me happy.

“You wanted me to accept the fact I was a fucktoy first?”

“Good So far but there is more, go on.” I said with a smile.

Spurred on Megan sat up a little as she spoke. “You wanted me to stop separating my new role from my everyday life. You wanted me to always accept that no one should look at me as woman worthy of respect because I am a fucktoy first and foremost and I need to accept that anyone could use me?”

“Good girl.” I smiled and patted her head, Megan smirked wryly up at me and brought a hand up to grab my forearm, resting her head on it as she spoke.

“That’s a tall ask.” She sighed, looking up at me. “Sir, Master.” The smirk was still on her face.

“Well it’s not going to happen overnight we both know that. it is about the little steps, right?”

Megan nodded kissing my forearm. I could see the trepidation and confusion on the blonde’s face. This was what she signed up for and I could see she was trying.

“Would, you have let your dad, I mean would you have let him fuck me?”

“Would you have fucked him?” still pressing her cheek against my forearm Megan nodded with little hesitation.

“I told you I would have fucked my own dad if you made me, don’t think I can bulk at letting your father fuck me as well.”

“That’s a good point.” I chuckled, looking down at her. Honestly, I would have given the right circumstance but that thought never really crossed my mind while we were there. “There’s still time.”

Megan opened her mouth and brough a hand to her bare breasts feigning shock. “You are a monster Mike!”

“I know what I am.” I laughed, grabbing her chin, and gently pulling her head up to face me. “The idea is getting you to accept who and what you are.” I then leaned in and kissed my girlfriend turned fucktoy eliciting a passionate moan from the beautiful blonde as our tongues mixed into one another and a whine as I pulled away.

“Are we going to fuck now my love, or am I staying on this floor a bit longer?” Megan asked the wry smirk reappearing on her beautiful face.

I pulled Megan off the floor and on top of me. The girl landed on me with a soft giggle and we made out, my hands running all over her body as she began to unbutton my jeans.