FK - Master and Slave

Amelie milks you until it’s all out. When you’re about to collapse, she gives your bottom a light pat, signaling you.

You flop on the bed with a moan, rolling onto your back and pulling up your legs to shudder through the aftershocks. She sits beside you, watching as you recover and wipe away your tears. The pleasure was incredible. Your groin also aches, your core burns, and your arms are killing you. It’s always this way with Amelie. You love it.

You get your breath enough to sit up, and you look over at her. She’s watching you with her usual, enigmatic expression. She’s exhausted, yet energized. A little yoga and playing around with you goes a long way.

You’re glad that you can help.

You smile at her. What you really want is to kiss her, but you can’t do that. She has to initiate it. So you sit compliantly and enjoy the view of her naked beside you, so close. Her full breasts, soft legs, perfect tummy… you’ve done so much with her, but you always remember that night that you did it with her missionary style and finished inside.

It’s funny, but that might be your most cherished memory.

You smile, and she notices.

“What?” she asks, reaching over to touch your face.

“You’re beautiful,” you tell her.

She cups your face in her hand, then slides it to your shoulder, then down your arm to your thigh.

Your semen is still gleaming on her thighs, but she doesn’t notice. She stares at the window and the city outside.

There’s obviously more on her mind than sex and soccer.

You put your hand on top of hers and rub her perfect skin with your thumb, waiting patiently. She looks over at last, then down.

Yup. Your cock is hard again, and ready to go. What? Did she think that you could sit next to her naked body for five minutes and not get turned on? Even with clothes on, being close enough to smell Amelie is a huge turn-on. She’s lucky you aren’t tackling her to the bed and sucking on her boobs.

But you try not to show that lusty side of yourself to her.

She rubs your thigh, looking down at your cock. Then she smiles at you.

Without a word, she scoots back on the bed and flips onto her stomach, presenting you with a different, but equally lovely view of her naked body from behind as she lies flat.

She looks over her shoulder at you, then reaches back and grasps her soft, full buttock, pulling it aside to reveal her glistening, smooth pussy.

You don’t need her to spell it out for you. She nestles her face comfortably on the pillow, and you climb on top of her, guiding your cock into her hot, sucking folds. You push in, lying down on top of her with your full weight. Your mouth is close to her ear, and you let her hear it as you push in. You run your hands over her body but hesitate, deep inside her, when your hand reaches her hair.

You grasp it, then give it the lightest tug. Her pussy grips you.

You kiss her neck hard and thrust.

“Mmm.” She sighs, burying her face in the pillow as you fuck her, savoring the feeling of your hips against her perfect ass. You don’t pull her silky hair, you just hold it, trailing kisses along her shoulder.

You want to blow it all inside her, as deep as you can.

But you can’t. You can’t go first, but you need her to speed up. You boldly grab her breast and squeeze, changing your hip movement, putting in some swirl and hook.

She lifts her hips slightly, pushing her ass toward you. It’s working! You squeeze her breast and push. You take a chance and bite her ear.

She moans! It’s too much for you. You can’t play your part anymore. You give in and let your instincts take over. No more games; just making love.

A few minutes later you’re both limp and gasping, you mostly still on top of her, definitely deep inside her, her walls shivering around your cock, which keeps pathetically and painfully trying to push more seed inside her.

You finally remember your manners and roll off her, groaning. It’s still and mostly quiet for a moment, your sweaty bodies side by side, her face down, you on your back.

You look over at her. To your surprise, she’s looking at you.

You are happy to do this forever. But… you have a choice to make.

Do you want to continue as her plaything?

Or…

Do you want to be her partner?

Being her plaything is easy… but you’ll always be in the dark, and never have any voice of your own.

Being her partner would be hard… you are pretty sure. But… still.

Plaything?

Or Partner?