Reluctantly agree

“Well,” you say reluctantly, “I guess so.”

“Awww,” says Amy as she hands you the bottle of Scotch. “Poor baby. Don’t worry, we’ll do everything we can to make it up to you this weekend.”

The sexy blond girl in the cheerleader uniform lays down and sets her head in Amy’s lap. She smiles contentedly as her roommate delicately strokes her hair.

“Except I can’t fuck Ellen.”

“Sorry,” says Ellen, “I just really don’t want to ever do that with a guy. But I’ll do other stuff, mainly because Amy gets off on watching it.” A wink from the redhead confirms this. Ellen continues, “Mainly I don’t want to fuck because I don’t want to go that far with anyone but Amy.”

You take a drink of Scotch to drown the disappointment. “Wait, you’re too devoted to Amy to have full sex with anyone but her, but she can fuck me?”

Ellen shrugs. “She’s the boss.”

The redhead holds her arms up in the air triumphantly, making her large breasts bounce. “It’s good to be the queen!” She lowers her arms and both girls giggle. “Ellen baby, roll over.”

You watch the object of most of your fantasies roll over so that she’s lying on her side with her face buried in Amy’s pussy. Your jaw drops as you hear slurping noises and see the back of Ellen’s head bob slightly. Amy just keeps stroking her hair.

“So, Ellen is like your sex ****?”

Amy snorts and rolls her eyes at you, then closes her eyes tightly as Ellen’s tongue makes her shudder. “Guys are always making everything into a fantasy. She’s not a ****. Well, not when she isn’t wearing the collar.” Ellen pauses to look up at Amy with an evil smile, then goes back to work. “Ellen just likes not having to think about stuff and lets me worry about everything. You don’t have to be so crude as to claim that she’s my ****.

“Unless…” Amy arches her back to thrust out her perfect breasts and smiles at you seductively. “Unless there’s a reason you’ve got the word ‘****’ on the brain. Is there a reason?”