FK Day 5 - Go upstairs

You head up... no one is in your room, so you go to Amelie's. Sure enough, she is expecting you. Your heart is racing even before she opens the door... the lights are dim, and the room smells amazing.

She is wearing another one of those fancy, lacy teddies that is mostly see-through, and just too sexy... this one is purple.

She perches on one of the beds and looks at you.

"Congratulations," she says.

"For what?" you ask.

"For being a captain."

Oh. Is that why you are up here tonight and not Julieta? You blush.

"Thanks," you say. You feel bad for Julieta, but being in front of Amelie when she is dressed like this overrules everything else.

"Are you going to keep your clothes on?" she asks.

Oh. Oh!

"No," reply, turning red... you wish you had something nicer to wear than t-shirts, shorts, and your basic underwear. You shyly take them off until you are naked in front of you, covering your embarrassingly big erection.

Amelie stands up, and your heart beats faster. She walks over to you and puts one finger on your lips. She pushes gently. You let her guide you several steps back.

"Turn around," she says. You obey, facing the wall and presenting your back to her.

You twitch and go rigid when you feel her fingernail lightly running along your back... she's not even touching anywhere private, but it's driving you crazy. You put your hands on the wall and try not to breathe hard...

Her fingernail feels good, but her fingertip feels even better... she's doing to you what you wanted to do to her earlier, just exploring your body, and appreciating it.

She stops, and you don't know what she's doing back there. You can hear something.

Her fingers come back to your mouth.

"Open," she says, and you do. Suddenly there's something there... it's a ring gag. You hold still, surprised, as she straps it on. You are getting nervous.

Something jingles... she reaches around from behind you to attach a black collar around your neck... and then a chain to the collar. It's a leash.

She tugs it, pulling you back to the bed, where she sits down and spreads her legs. You kneel in front of her, but she jerks the chain... you were getting ahead of yourself... she is in charge.

Her scent is intoxicating. You nose gently between her thighs, finding her damp and hot. You concentrate on her inner thighs until she guides you to the crotch of her panties. She has so much patience... if someone was doing this to you, you would be going crazy...

Amelie finally pulls her panties aside, letting your mouth at her directly. Your erection twitches as you probe at her damp lips, which are as soft and smooth as the rest of her. Her little clit is poking out, and you finally get a sharp intake of breath from her when you tease it. The chain clinks quietly and Amelie sighs in contentment as you lap up her juices... your tongue is going numb from all this.

After a while she tugs the chain, moving back onto the bed. You obediently climb up with her, and she expertly guides you... you only do what she leads you to do with the leash.

Her soft fingers wrap around your cock and guide it to her waiting lips. She positions you, then uses the leash to draw you in.

"Mmmm..." you can't stay quiet as you slight inside her. Agonizingly slowly, she controls your pace... the effort of obeying is making you sweat and breathe hard... you are so excited. At least, with a little smile, she jerks the chain, speeding up the pace and forming a rhythm. You eagerly match it with your hips.

You moan.

"Not yet," she says and you groan and hold it in... she's wet, and you are close. She takes the ring gag off you.

Amelie lies back, still steering and you put your hands on each side of her on the bed, looking down into her face as you thrust in time with her tugging.

"No," she says, and you let out a groan that is almost a scream... but you still hold back. "Will you win?" she asks.

"What?" you gasp.

"Will you win?"

You are about to pant that you will try... but that's the wrong answer. You change your mind.

"Yes," you promise.

"All right," she says, and you bury yourself in her and let go, pouring it all out inside like your penis is a broken pipe. You come to your senses a minute or two later, lying on top of her, but she is stroking your hair.

"Good," she says.