Dive right in.

"Well I've been thinking about your body since you got here," you begin. She doesn't change her expression at all. "And I want to have my way with it." Amanda pauses for a moment, and then her expression softens into a cute smile.

"Well if that's all you wanted why didn't you just say so? God, you can be so weird sometimes." Amanda giggles as she talks. She pushes her breakfast a way and turns towards you. "Well what's stopping you?"

You don't need more of an offer. You stand from your bar-stool and walk towards the couch. "Follow me," you say. Amanda's smile grows as she complies, following you to your couch. You sit down, and motion for her to move in front of you, between you and the TV. "I want you to take off your clothes, one piece at a time." Your voice is strong and confident now. "With each piece you take off, I want you to spin around slowly. I want to get a look at you." Your pajama pants can barely contain your dick at this point. Amanda smiles and reaches for the bottom of her shirt.

"Sure." she says simply, raising her shirt above her head. She tosses it aside, revealing a plain bra, with her breasts packed tightly inside. She turns around so you can admire their shape. She reaches back to undo the clasp, and you speak again.

"Oh and Amanda, you're my fucktoy today, okay? I want you to act like the slut you are." You can't believe how fun it feels to have your words command her. This is better than you could ever have imagined.

"Of course. I'm really just a piece of meat after all, I don't see a problem with acting like it. I'm happy to be your little fucktoy." She throws her bra aside, and turns around again. Her B-cup breasts hung perky and free, little nipples hardening in the air of your apartment. You motion for her to pause. She faces you, breasts accented perfectly by the sunlight through your windows on her pale skin.

"Play with your tits for me. Really grab them -- I want it to hurt. You're a pain-slut after all." Amanda's smile grows even larger. She reaches up and grabs them roughly, kneading them around on her chest with ****. You can see the skin turn red and ripple under her little fingers as she plays with them. Small moans escape her lips, which have brightened with her arousal.

"Oh this feels so good. I forgot that I love the way the pain mixes with the feeling of being played with." Amanda barely managed such a sentence, aroused as she was. Her tits bounced in her hands, turning redder with the pressure and motion. Her nipples hardened, and occasionally Amanda would pinch one roughly. You could handle it no more.

"Amanda, come over here on your knees. I want to fuck your mouth. Oh and from now on, refer to me as Sir."

Amanda was all too pleased to comply. She drops to her knees and crawls over to your position on the couch. When she's at your feet she sits up, resting on her knees and looking up at you. Her tits have turned a lovely shade of pink, laced with marks from her rough play.

"Sir," she asks, "would you like me to blow you or would you like to fuck your toy's hot mouth?" _What a question, _you think.

"Blow me, slut," you reply, taking off your pajama pants and boxers in one swift motion. Your member stands at rapt attention, and Amanda's eyes widen as she takes in the sight. She licks her lips and goes right for it.

She licks the base first, then up the shaft, and plants a kiss on the head. Her little pink tongue flicks out and teases the tip, then she takes you into her mouth. At first, she can only get about half of you in at once. But she starts working up, putting more and more in until you can feel her finally take the whole thing into her throat. Her tiny mouth didn't have much room in it before your cock, and now it was full to bursting. Her hot lips and tongue play hell on your senses. It's the best blowjob you can remember. She looks up at you, smiling as much as she can. She seems to really want to please you with her work, but is having trouble with taking you into your throat. You decide to see the extent of your powers.

"Amanda, stop for a second." She takes her mouth off your cock, looking disappointed.

"Did I do something wrong sir? Do you need to punish me?" She looks genuinely concerned. She appears to be taking the whole 'fucktoy' thing really seriously. _But why shouldn't she? _You think. _She takes anything I say to be reality. Let's see what I can do. _You look at her with a smile.

"No, I just wanted to tell you that you don't have a gag reflex. In fact, you get off to the feeling of a cock in your throat." You know she would believe it, but would it be true? Could you alter that part of reality? Amanda giggles happily, her breasts shaking slightly.

"Oh, of course. How strange of me to forget." Amanda looks relieved. "Would you like your slut to continue?" You just smile and nod. She takes your entire length in one swift motion, and you almost blow your wad immediately. Her throat feels incredible, and she seems utterly unfazed now. She takes you in and out of her throat over and over, her tight muscles gripping your cock so that you can barely think straight. As she does so, you notice her nipples harden and her body shake a little. She clearly does get off to the throat fucking now. Just as you're about to blow your load, you shove her off your cock. She looks up at you disappointingly. "Did I do it wrong?" she asks innocently.

"No, of course not." You say. "I just want to cum on your face, and on your tits." Amanda smiles, looking relieved, and leans back, holding her breasts up proudly. "Oh and Amanda," you add, "you love the taste of cum. So you're going to beg for it." Amanda looks confused for a second, and then smiles.

"Oh yeah. I do love that... Oh God, please, I need it." Her moans and begs mix, as she gropes herself forcefully, watching you stroke yourself to completion. She looks amazing in just her pajama pants, hurting herself and playing with her tits all at once. She begs for your cum over and over, driving you over the edge. With a burst of feeling that has you seeing stars, you cum a jet onto her breasts. She sticks out her little pink tongue and opens her mouth, wet with juices from your cock and drool from pure, primal desire, and catches a second jet in her mouth. Two more ropes of your load follow, coating her face and tits. She looks positively overjoyed at the result, as a final burst into her dripping mouth completes your orgasm. Amanda starts to swallow, but you stop her.

"No slut, not yet. I want you to coat that mouth in it. Savor the taste." You love the look of her hot college slut body covered in cum, with her mouth filled by your seed. She smiles at the edges of her mouth and moves her tongue around in the sticky white liquid. It coats her mouth and tongue, and she presents her mouth to you after a moment. You nod your approval.

"Okay fucktoy. Now you can swallow." Amanda gulps it down enthusiastically, shuddering as she does so. She looks up at you with a look of renewed desire, now covered in cum. Her face and cheeks are red with arousal and effort, highlighted by milky white strands of your cum. You can't imagine a better look for her.