"Ride Me, Please"

While the blowjob was certainly wonderful and your body is certainly eager to see it through no matter what you have to do for her in return, all thoughts of it are pushed from your mind at her suggestion of having your cock inside of her.

Amelia smirks at your choice (and even wider still as you remember to say please). "Yeah," she all but whispers, crawling on top of you again, "That's what I thought. A cock like yours is meant to be shoved in a girl's snatch."

She shifts back, squatting over you as she rubs her naked womanhood back and forth against your equally naked manhood. You shiver at the skin-to-skin contact, rolling your eyes down to watch where your body touches hers as Amelia's slickness spreads over your member. "I meant what I said, y'know," she says, "I am gonna fuck you so good you're not gonna be able to think straight. You're gonna be BEGGIN' to cum in me before I let you and, without a doubt, you are gonna KNOW you're my bitch."

Her firmness drops from her voice for a moment as she looks you in the eye and adds, "So this is your last chance to back out if you're not sure."

On the one hand, her concern about your well-being is touching but on the other hand, the fact she is willing to let you out of this with your pride intact if you so choose somehow makes you want this all the more. You smile at her weakly as you reply, "I already... said the magic word, didn't I?"

Amelia looks at you with a surprising amount of fondness for just a moment but it quickly fades to an aggressive, hungry glare as he reaches down with her hand to grab hold of your manhood, holding it steady as she repositions her hips so that the tip of your cock-head is just on the verge of sinking into her. "Damn right you did," she says and then she lets gravity take over.

You both shudder as she slowly pulls your member inside, each inch a pleasurable **** of clenching warmth as you feel her inner walls wrap around you. Eventually, you hear a wet slapping noise and feel her inner thighs pressing against your hips as Amelia takes you to the hilt and holds there, her eyes lidding for a moment as she lets her body adjust to your girth. You look down at the point where your bodies are joined together, the realization you are now in-arguably no longer a virgin sinking in at the same time Amelia shakes her hips back and forth gently, sending new waves of pleasure through your body as her tightness squeezes and ripples around your rod.

Amelia lets out a pleased sounding him, staring down at you with a dreamy smile on her lips. "Fuck, this is a good cock," she purrs, placing her hands on your chest both to brace herself and to hold you down more firmly, "And I got it first."

To emphasize her point she lifts herself up an inch or two, letting some of your manhood slide back inside of her before she drops herself back down again. You can only groan in response, the reality of sex feeling far better than your fantasies prepared you for. Amelia repeats her motions several more times, smirking at your reactions as she rises up a little higher each time before returning to the base.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Amelia growls suddenly, slowly starting a more regular rhythm of bouncing herself up and down your dick, "Feels good for me too. You're being a good little bitch dick. MY little bitch dick. So keep takin' it."

You grip the bed sheets tighter as Amelia begins to add more hip motion to her rising and falling on your manhood, changing the angle and pressure of her clenching inner walls with each move. All the while she looks down at you, observing how you react and when you let out a particularly loud moan or shiver particularly hard she holds the angle that causes it, giving you a few strokes of increased pressure and sensitivity. She seems to be enjoying it as well, clenching her teeth together and letting out a long, hissing breath as her face grows more and more flush.

"How's that feel, bitch?" Amelia snarls more aggressively, "Like how good a pussy feels? Doesn't it just make you want to beg for more?"

"Y-Yes..." you groan, your own hips starting to move as well in time with her motions, the slap of your flesh against hers echoing through the room as you slide in and out.

Amelia suddenly presses down, using her deceptive strength and body weight to hold you in place. "NO," she chides, "I keep telling you that I'm making you my bitch and a bitch doesn't move unless they're told to."

She smirks, moving one of her hands to your head to ruffle your hair fondly and adds, "Besides, the first time kinda requires me to show you WHY you're gonna want to be my bitch. So let me show you what I can do."

You nod, trying to **** yourself to remain still as Amelia resumes her motions, making use of the cowgirl position the two of you are in to dominate the pace, continuing to growl and whisper a mixture of encouragement and degrading comments at you. Suddenly, her pace increases exponentially, really riding you now to the point that even her small breasts jiggle from her efforts.

More and more the jolts of pleasure being sent through your body via your cock start to overwhelm you. You find yourself moaning and groaning louder as your toes clench and unclench, that familiar tingling sensation returning to your manhood, growing more and more intense as you can feel your release approaching. However, before you can say anything (or even decide if you should), Amelia seems to notice something about your body language and begins slowing her thrusts down.

A pained whine is pulled from your throat as her pace and motions are such that you are held near the point of orgasm but somehow she never seems to move in quite the right way to send you over. Each stroke is now an erotic ****, the pleasure so strong that it makes it hard to talk or even think. Gasp after pained gasp escapes your lungs as your body shakes and shudders.

Suddenly, Amelia raises herself upwards and arches her back, her position such that only the head of your member remains inside of her, the sensitivity of your almost orgasmic state along with the sensation of your cock's more sensitive spot causing white spots to appear before your eyes. "See how easy I can control you," Amelia coos, leaning forward to whisper in your ear, "Your body's doing whatever I want it to do and you like it. You like it so much you just want me to let you paint my insides white, don't you?"

"Yes..." you gasp, barely able to keep your thoughts straight as you are kept so tauntingly near the edge.

"If we do this again, you'll have to do more to earn that," she replies, an eager glint growing in her eyes, "but for now... all you have to do is admit what you are."

In your current state, it takes you only a moment for your mouth to rush ahead of your brain as you moan, "I'm... your bitch."

Amelia smiles widely and purrs, "So cum for me, BITCH."

She resumes her movements, taking you back inside all the way as she moves at full speed, causing you to throw your head back as you moan loudly and, in a matter of seconds, you feel yourself busting with release. The moment you climax, Amelia presses herself down fully once more, shuddering and shaking as well. Her insides suddenly grip and throb around you tighter still, milking you for every last drop of your seed as she too orgasms on top of you.

You lose track of time and it feels like your mutual climaxes last for an eternity before you squirt one last wad into Amelia's depths and she slumps slightly, panting for breath.

Eventually, she slowly raises her hips to allow your softening manhood to drop out of her and then she lays down on the bed next to you, looking at you with a large smile on her face.

"So, my little bitch," she says, reaching out to ruffle your hair again, "You the cuddling type or should I just be happy with wham bam thank you ma'am?"