Hell, yes!

“Guess you're not going to take me up on that bet, huh?” Amy teases, as she looks down at me, her spine arching and her muscles flexing every time she slams herself to the hilt inside me. “You said you had cream for breakfast, this morning?”

“Mm ... mm-hm!” I moan my answer more than vocalise, as she's hammering me too hard for me to hold a conversation, with her or otherwise. Amy smirks down at me, clearly pleased at how she's able to keep it together when I'm clearly not.

“Do you produce milk, too?” she asks. I blink up at her, my fingers curling into fists in her bedding and relaxing, only to curl into fists again, as I take it. I nod quickly, my eyes focused on hers to steady myself, breathing heavy as she slams me.

“Good,” she answers, “Tell me when you are close, slut!” I moan in the affirmative, acknowledging her command as a law, inviolable and from one who has the right to wield authority over me. Her hips slam into mine, and her shaft fills me deep.

“Fuck, yes ...” I gasp, as she pulls back, and slams in again, driving her full length to the hilt inside me in one powerful ram that grinds along my prostate. “Fuck, Amy ... you're so good ... so fucking ... yes!” My spine arches involuntarily as I moan.

I force myself to maintain eye contact as she looks down at me, with a gleefully Cheshire grin. She leans down and quietly murmurs in my ear, her hands coming down to snatch my wrists and push them above my head for her own convenience.

“I didn't suffer through fucking six unworthy, brain-dead sluts, for nothing, you fucking whore!” her voice has always had this beautiful lilt to it. I listen, my eyes fluttering as she pulls back and restores eye contact to me, and I feel blessed by it.

“Hey, now ... that isn't fair,” I murmur, “Victor had at least half a brain. Maybe five-eighths.” Amy's hips don't stop their slamming, but her eyes widen and she grins, bending her spine to place her forehead on my chest, now giggling violently.

“You fucking jerk!” her body shakes with laughter as she forces herself to continue slamming into me, hammering more violently to keep her focus, “Don't make me laugh while I'm fucking you, you slutty little minx!!” I gasp, involuntarily.

“Fuck ... oh, fuck, Amy!” I murmur her name, as her hands curl tighter around my wrists, pinning them firmly up against her headboard, ramming me harder. As Amy recovers, I fall into a moaning kind of wordlessness, not clearly not talking.

As I feel myself bubbling toward release, I warn her, and Amy slows, edging me with her cock. I groan the first time Amy does it, but I whine the second. The third, I tremble and buck involuntarily against her, fighting to be pushed to release.

“Fuck! Amy! Please!” I beg, “Harder! Push! Break me!” Amy growls at me in answer, her lips curved in a wide, and far too devious, grin. She slams in harder, as asked, fucking me with a fierceness that makes my heart race and my spine stretch.

“Cum for me, faggot!” Amy demands, before pressing most of her body against mine, and murmuring soft and light, right into my ear, “This is the only time I'm ever going to do this, slut. You better enjoy it.” I don't have time to question that.

She pushes herself up and her spine bends, as she continues slamming herself into me. As my cock stands rigid, pulsing, she bends further, and letting go of my wrists to let her hands slide down my arms. She grips my shoulders, now, instead.

Then her lips touch my crown, and my eyes widen, and I buck involuntarily, driving in. Her lips allow me in, but her head lifts, restricting me to only my crown in her mouth. I moan, defenceless and stunned, as her tongue traces a slow caress.

Then it hits me, my cock pulsing hard, the first rope of my release pumping out. Amy continues slamming into me, while keeping her mouth in the same relative position to my cock. Nine thick pulses of cream, and one of her hands slips down.

I gasp in pain when she grips my cock tight, one vise-like clamp as she slides her hand up. I realise Amy is milking me and taking the last vestiges of my release to my crown. I moan as I feel her tongue caress across my crown, one single stroke.

Then she lifts up, leaving my cock behind, and returning her eyes to mine. I stare at her in stunned, muted shock, and she grins at me as she continues slamming in. For a few minutes, the only sound is my moaning, and the slapping of our hips.

Finally, Amy slams in hard, and lays against me, kissing my lips before hers brush across my cheek, back down to my ear, once more. “You taste good. I wanted to know what it tastes like. I'd happily have your milk on a regular basis, you slut.”

“Take good care of your balls, slut,” she murmurs, commanding, even as her cock pulses inside me, pumping her cream deep inside me, “I will tell your parents I would like your milk saved for me. Once I deprogram you, I will ask you for it.”

“I can tell you yes right now,” I murmur back, “You know I've never been one to say no to you when you ask something. Provided it's something I can give.” This being clearly something I could give, I feel confident I'd never reject the request.

“Good, then,” she answers, “Thank you, whore.” She pushes herself up and sighs as she sees the time, and slowly pulls out. Amy slides off me, pulling me with her, and we take a quick shower as she lets me know I should probably get back home.

Once we're clean and dry, Amy calls out to her mom and brother to tell them she's walking me home. Then we're out the front door, and out the front gate, onto the sidewalk.

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