Disappointed

"What kind of person uses someone else's dildo? While a guest in their home? I was hoping you'd be different."

Amy looks abashedly towards Sam. Her face bright red from embarrassment and her breath gasping from pleasure. He has taken a seat by the foot of the bed, looking over Amy's pert, lithe body. Her bucking hips. He has a full view of everything, and Amy now realises that she can't close her legs either. Sam maintains a look of mild amusement towards his distressed guest.

Eventually, he continues in his new measured tone, "Every time somebody stays here, every time I show someone my hospitality, they show me a complete lack of manners. I'm going to make sure you never make that mistake again."

He looks her over with a lustful and eye and smiles to himself.

"I do like you though, so I'm going to explain a few things."

He leans in close to Amy ear. Amy is petrified. Shaking. Her hips still bucking to the non-existent rhythm of the damn dildo.

Sam moves really close, and whispers.

"In this house. I am a God."

Sam clicks his fingers. She feels pleasure like never before. Her body strains in agony. She can't think. She can't see. Her thighs and ass are covered in her juices.

Sam watches the helpless girl fervently, his cock growing rock hard against his jeans.

Amy's world goes black.

"This one is going to be fun."